#he is my sleepiest boy

[danelloevee-sky]

Morning

[rigor-x-mortis]

A sleep-deprived dreamwalker, trapped in an endless nightmare. Maybe one day he will escape, but he looks so tired. So intensely tired.

[active-mind-15]

Drawing baby Bokushi in cute clothes because I can (part 9)

[Art related to my fic, Accidental Siblings.]

I was trying to get back into art after a long time away and forgot that I had this one unfinished for weeks. The lineart was completed a long time ago but I forgot to color it, so I decided to finish it today before moving on to anything else.

This one was a request from @douxheart810, who suggested I draw him in his iconic duck pajamas which made an appearance in chapter 4. Drawing this one activated my cuteness aggression for sure. He's so tiny and squishable. 🤭

If anyone wants to request an outfit for me to draw baby Bokushi in, feel free to send it to me in any way you wish, whether that be through a reblog, an ask, or a DM. (❁´◡`❁)

[sturniololuvz]

a fic where the boys are streaming at 1 am and 4 year old sister walks in the room, she woke up and can’t go back to sleep. she then joins the stream, sitting on matt’s lap and hanging out with the boys until she falls asleep again

yessss!

“Y/N Crashes the Stream”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings: none

It was 1 a.m., and the Sturniolo triplets were deep into a late-night stream, talking to chat and messing around on Fortnite. The vibe was chill—just them, their fans, and pure sleep-deprived chaos.

Chris was slouched in his chair, barely paying attention. Nick was locked in, reading chat and laughing at comments. Matt was actually trying to win, focused on the game.

Then, the door creaked open.

A tiny, sleepy figure appeared, rubbing her eyes and holding a stuffed animal.

Chris blinked. “Yo… is that Y/N?”

Matt turned in his chair, and sure enough, their four-year-old little sister stood in the doorway in her oversized pajamas, hair a mess from sleep.

“I woke up… and I can’t go back to sleep,” she mumbled, voice tiny.

The chat went wild.

OH MY GOD SHE’S SO CUTE

Y/N FOR PRESIDENT

PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS

Matt sighed, smiling, and held out his arms. “Come here, bug.”

Without hesitation, Y/N climbed into his lap, curling up against his chest like she belonged there. He adjusted his seat so she was comfortable, rubbing her back absentmindedly.

Nick smirked. “Bro, we just got a surprise guest.”

Chris grinned. “Y/N, say hi to the stream.”

She barely lifted her head, waving sleepily. “Hi, Stweam.”

Chat exploded again.

STWEAM OMG I’M GONNA CRY

MATT IS SUCH A GOOD BIG BROTHER WTF

THIS IS THE WHOLESOMEST STREAM EVER

“You wanna watch us play?” Matt asked, keeping his voice low.

Y/N nodded, eyes already half-closed. “Mm-hmm…”

Within minutes, she was out, breathing softly against Matt’s chest. The chat continued to spam messages about how adorable the moment was, but the boys kept playing, trying to be quiet.

And then it happened.

Matt was the last one alive in Fortnite, top two, locked in. The entire chat was hyped.

LET’S GO MATT CLUTCH UP

WIN THIS FOR Y/N

MATT IS HIM

It was him versus one other person. His heart was racing. His hands were sweaty. The tension was unbearable.

And then—

BAM.

He got sniped.

Matt let out a sudden, bloodcurdling scream.

“NOOOOOOOOOO!! BRO, I WAS RIGHT THERE!”

Y/N JUMPED awake in pure panic, eyes wide.

“Wha—WHAT HAPPENED?!” she shrieked, looking around frantically.

Chris and Nick lost it laughing.

Chris was wheezing. “BRO, YOU JUST TRAUMATIZED HER.”

Nick was crying. “YOU JUST GAVE HER A JUMPSCARE AT 1 A.M.”

Y/N, still dazed, looked up at Matt with her tiny eyebrows furrowed. “You woke me up… for a game?”

Matt looked down at her, suddenly feeling guilty. “…Yeah.”

She blinked.

Then, in the sassiest, sleepiest voice ever, she muttered, “You suck, Matt.”

Chat EXPLODED.

Y/N COOKING MATT IN 4K

SHE WOKE UP JUST TO VIOLATE HIM

SHE SAID ‘L BROTHER’ AND WENT BACK TO SLEEP

Chris and Nick were dying.

Matt just sighed. “Okay, well, that’s enough Fortnite for tonight.”

Y/N, still half-asleep, yawned and curled back into his chest. “Yeah… you should quit,” she muttered before dozing off again.

Chris wiped a tear from his eye. “Bro, she’s actually ruthless.”

Nick smirked. “Best stream ever.”

And with that, the triplets ended the stream, Matt officially roasted, and Y/N—back asleep—once again proving she ran the house.

[honeyscara]

Sick — Kenma

Synopsis: your bf got sick after a match. kenma x gender neutral!reader, pure fluff, kuroo

Kenma had insisted he was fine. Even when he could barely stand after the match, even when his face was flushed with fever, even when you practically had to drag him home—he still muttered, "I’m just tired."

Tired, my foot.

You barely got him into bed before he slumped back against the pillows, eyes already half-lidded with exhaustion. His golden hair was damp with sweat, and when you pressed a hand to his forehead, your heart clenched. He was burning up.

"Kenma, you’re sick," you murmured, brushing his bangs back.

"M’not," he mumbled weakly. But the way he melted into your touch completely betrayed him.

"Kenma." You sighed, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "You’re literally on fire. Just let me take care of you, okay?"

He made a small, grumbly sound but didn’t protest when you tucked the blanket around him, didn’t fight when you lifted his head slightly to help him sip some water. When you pressed a cool cloth to his forehead, he let out the softest sigh, like he had been waiting for that relief all along.

"You like this," you teased gently, stroking his hair.

"No," he mumbled, but the way he nuzzled into your palm said otherwise.

You stayed by his side, whispering soft reassurances, running your fingers through his hair. Every time you stopped, Kenma would shift slightly, his hand reaching for you in the faintest, sleepiest movement. You smiled, pressing another kiss to his flushed cheek.

Just as he was finally drifting off completely, the door slammed open.

"KENMA!"

You flinched so hard you nearly knocked over the water on the nightstand. Kenma let out the saddest, most pitiful groan and buried himself under the blanket.

Kuroo stood in the doorway, looking way too smug. "Oh good, you’re not dead."

"YOU MENACE!" You grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it at him. It hit him straight in the face.

"What??" Kuroo dodged the second pillow you threw, laughing. "I came to check on my best friend!"

"After YOU overworked him like a damn slave in practice? He could barely walk after the game, Kuroo! He almost collapsed! Look at him—he’s literally a sickly little cat right now!"

Kenma, muffled under the blanket: "Please stop yelling. I’m dying."

Kuroo hummed, tapping his chin. "Hmm. He does look kinda pathetic—"

You grabbed another pillow.

"GET. OUT."

Kuroo laughed, holding his hands up. "Alright, alright! I’ll leave my boy in your very loving care." He shot Kenma a smirk. "Man, you’re getting spoiled, huh?"

Kenma, voice barely above a mumble: "yea."Kuroo grinned.

"Aww, Kenma, you’re so in love—"

You launched another pillow at him.Kenma, wisely, pretended to be asleep.

[mirensiart]

In regards to my hc that wind is the second sleepiest link after sky, I like to imagine that like they're different in the sense that sky is always sleepy, like all the time throughout the day, he sits down for too long and immediately starts falling asleep, he can sleep anywhere any time and sleeps through loud noises too

Meanwhile wind is super energetic and full on chaotic energy throughout the day but he crashes hard and goes from energy gremlin to super sleepy grumpy boy in a second lmao

Like ya know that scene in monster Inc when boo is laughing and clapping and being all happy and then she suddenly falls asleep immediately? Yeah that's how I hc wind to be lmao

He's nap buddies with sky cause sky is always in a mood for a nap lmao I do like to think the third sleepiest link is time, so time is the nap buddy whenever sky isn't available and/or he joins in the nap pile with sky+wind regularly lmao

Like time is old, when you're past 25 having naps again like a kid is kinda necessary ok, he's sleepy too, walking with full on armor must be exhausting man, let the old man sleep !!!!!

[solitude4chiron]

Interlinked with u

Miles!42 x Restless!Blk!Reader

a/n: I dead forgot I wrote this mb y’all imma lock back in 💔 btw this ain’t that long it’s supposed to be a one shot frfr

🎧: Open Wide- Spencer.

“Boy you not tired yet?”

“Nah ion get tired.”

“Well, not if I’m laying next to you, of course.”

Miles had been playing 2k for almost 4 hours, screaming and yelling at the tv screen. You didn’t mind staying over and just watching him play though, you enjoyed his presence anyways. He would sit on the edge of his bed facing the tv, you would sit at the top of his bed, resting your legs on his lap.

“Miles it’s getting late wrap it up..”

“Miles it’s like 12, can you come lay down?” He still stared at the TV not noticing you were talking to him. Eventually he snapped out of it.

“Damn it’s 12? My bad for keeping you up.” He said, almost as low as a whisper. Sooner or later he was turning off his game and laying in bed next to you.

“You got my attention now, ok?” He grabbed your bonnet off his nightstand and slid it over your hair, stuffing your braids inside.

“I kno you not tryna ruin those pretty ass braids I just paid for ma?” Miles said, confused as to why you weren’t covering your hair.

“I just forgot it tonight, thanks boo.” You said smiling at him softly, admiring his small acts of love.

“If you wanna get your hair done again I can-“

“No miles. My hair is gon fall out if I keep getting it done.”

“M’kay.. but if you-“

“Miles, no.” You giggled and turned over to go to sleep. Miles was still laying on his back looking up at the ceiling.

You moved a bit, trying to find the most comfortable spot in bed. After a few seconds you moved again, adjusting your position.

“Can’t sleep or sumn?” Miles turned over a bit to side eye you, confused as to why you kept moving.

“No, I’m just getting comfortable..” you turned again and adjusted your pillow.

“Hm.” He responded with a bit of an annoyed tone.

You moved again, stretching your legs before pulling the blanket higher above your chest.

“Yo, chill y/n.” Miles fully turned to you now, clearly annoyed with your constant movements.

“Boy I’m tryna go to sleep don’t get smart” you palmed his face in your hand and rolled your eyes, turning away from him. Even though you were a bit mean you genuinely did feel bad for moving so much. Miles wasn’t the most sleepiest person ever, so when he did get tired all you wanted him to do was rest. 

Before you knew it Miles’s arms were wrapped around your waist, his head resting near your neck. You couldn’t honestly turn over if you tried.

“Shawty ion know who you talking to, but you not movin no more, ok?” He spoke in your ear while tightening his grip around your waist.

“I’m talking to you lil boy movee ” you laughed at him, trying to push his arms off of you.

“Nah we goin to sleep like this ma, don’t run either. Ion kno why you calling me a lil boy, you kno that’s not true..”

“You’re genuinely so aggravating” you said under your breath, settling into his arms.

“Yea yea, love you more dummy. Now go to sleep.”

[meowmeowriley]

rabbits are crepuscular? so theyre awake at dawn and dusk and some night time and lots of naps

is bun!ghost The Sleepiest Boy On Base? is it A Thing to find Lt. Riley snoozing in a corner? I'm also thinking he probably naps on infil/exfil...

sorry this is silly, bun!ghost is gnawing on my brain and I can't stop thinking abt him

At first everyone either thinks he's a morning person, or a night person, whichever they happen to be, he'll be found around base at all hours. When the man is up before the sun, every day, regardless of his duties, he likes to run. When he's found at dusk, hitting the weights, nobody bats an eye.

But then people do what they do best, and gossip starts. the people who see him up before the sun talk to the people who see him in the gym as the sun is going down. Gossip leads to most people believing he only sleeps on infil/exfil, because rumors are always crazy surrounding him.

It's only the 141 who know that the man tends to nap during the day. Price has found him slumped over his desk fast asleep when he should be doing paperwork. Soap knows the man tends to nap right before lunch, and sometimes fails to wake up in time, and will make a point to check on him, just to make sure. Gaz has made a habit of quietly taking over some of Ghost's tasks and shooting him away to a corner so he can catch a wink. They've all had the pleasure of walking into the rec room to find the furniture rearranged so that Ghost can sleep on the couch in the beam of sun filtering in through the open window.

This behavior, while obvious to us, because we collectively know he's a rabbit, leads Soap to conclude that the man is a cat shifter. Ghost finds it hilarious.

[tsukilunatic]

Im not done talking about panther hybrid Junghoon actually. He’s so quiet moving around, he keeps accidentally spooking you the first long while because he’s just suddenly in the room and you didn’t hear him come in.

Listen i know one of the things that differentiate the big cats from other felines is that they can roar but not purr but IMAGINE the purring. Sleepy boy full of rumbles.

ALSO i think if you asked really really nice he’d press his teeth to your neck, playacting a threat because!! It would be hot. That’s the extent of my reasoning.

Panther hybrid Junghoon!! He contains multitudes!!

a/n: oh nonnie. nonnie it's only been two days and i missed u so bad. also i'm sorry this took a while, i've been wracking my brain for good ideas lmao

✦hybrid!junghoon thoughts...

panther hybrid!junghoon x reader! ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

w. sfw and nsfw content! not super nsfw actually but somewhat suggestive so. no gendered terms for reader. intentional lowercase. also not proofread and im sick so it's probably a wholeeee mess. // wc. 550 ish

thinking about panther!junghoon who actually purrs all the time! in the beginning, he always tried to hide it. something about making himself look like a big tough predator because he thought that's what you wanted from him. so he'd always try to fall asleep after you or take naps when you weren't home so you wouldn't hear him purring like a little kitten.

but once he gets comfortable with you? sleepy boy full of rumbles.

junghoon really is just the sleepiest, coziest boy, so he purrs pretty easily. the first time you catch him doing it would be while watching a movie

he falls asleep with his head on your shoulder and before you realize it, sleepy boy is purring so quietly into the crook of your neck. even if you can't hear it over the movie, you can feel the little rumbles on your skin. very very cozy.

he does it when he's awake sometimes too! the key is to play with his hair. even when he's fully awake, he adores it when you play with his hair and scratch behind his cat ears

so much so that he has a hard time keeping his eyes open when you do it. it's a sure-fire way to get sleepy boy purrs out of him. (and even if he was quietly purring to begin with, it definitely gets a little louder when you scratch his head hehe)

speaking of sleepy panther!hoon, he loves to sleep on top of you. it's like that idea of a big dog that doesn't know it's not a lapdog except... he's a big cat instead. he loves to just lay all his weight on top of you and tuck his face into your neck. i don't have any reasoning for this idea, it's just. something he does

the idea of him spooking you when he enters a room is so cute. especially the idea of him doing it on purpose because he thinks the way you jump when you notice him lurking is like. the cutest thing ever. (he also may or may not have a thing for watching you.... just a little tiny thing..... he likes lurking idk what to tell u)

now. the teeth thing..... anonnnnn. anon i'm BARKING

panther!junghoon using his sharp canines to nip at you when you squirm too much or misbehave!!

i hc that most hybrids have a thing for biting and... junghoon is no different. especially during sex, i think he always has the urge to bite you (in like a possessive marking kinda way) but in the beginning he didn't know if you were into that or not so he always settled for biting his own bottom lip instead. and when you kissed him afterwards he'd hiss at you a little because he bit his lip so hard it left painful little marks.

but i think during his first rut with you, or maybe after you've officially become "mates" he'd bite you when he cums <3 it's a marking thing too, a way to show that you're his mate, so it's deep enough to leave a big mark on your shoulder.

he'd super gently kiss it and maybe lick it a little while it's still healing. and it becomes a habit for him, to always kiss the little tooth marks whenever he sees them after they've fully healed.

bonus idea! panther!junghoon who is so fucking awkward about pda. like he wants to kiss and cuddle and do all the things but in public he only has the balls to hold your hand or maybe put an arm around you (when you’re looking especially scrumptious he might give you little kisses on your cheek and neck though!)

but if he notices someone flirting with you and if he thinks you’re flirting back he’ll wrap an arm around your waist and give you a kiss on the shoulder.

and just for a brief moment he’ll run his teeth over your neck with a little growl/grumble to warn you. (but usually he'd know you're not flirting with someone else, so this feels like hoonie being extra possessive because his rut is about to start or something)

anyway. i miss junghoon

a/n: anon, lmk if this is right lmao i literally have a fever rn idk wtf im saying. likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated! my inbox is always open!

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[cloudcountry]

i am turning into one of those people that understand why people drink coffee in the morning (Lord help me) and i am concluding that if we were to deprive Ritsu of his coffee for 24h he would get like. suuuuuuper sleepy. very sleepy. sleepiest boy. gives Mr Pajamas a run for his money. imagine.

OH NO WE'RE LOSING VIO

aww wait im making a coffee ban. right here right now. coffee ban so that i can see sleepy ritsu and kiss his face. but also i do worry because hes probably dependent on caffeine to function atp so he might get a major headache and i do NOT want that T0T my poor baby...suffering....

[glassofapplejuicee]

Hold Tight, We're in for Nasty Weather

@harringrovewinterbingo post!! this is for space C1, with the prompt "Keeping Warm" enjoy!! also on AO3 if you'd prefer :)

Summary: The Hawkins High Varsity Basketball team is at an away game, it’s already snowing pretty bad when their bus pulls into the hotel parking lot. Their poor Coach messed up the rooms again and it looks like everyone is stuck in a single. And of course, Steve and Billy get paired together. And if that wasn’t bad enough, a few hours after they arrive the power goes out. Just their luck huh?

✪Rating: Teen & Up ✪ Word Count: 4085 ✪ Tags: Hawkins (Stranger Things), There Was Only One Bed, bc i have an unhealthy attachment to that trope, Sharing a Bed, Billy Hargrove Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Billy Hargrove, No Smut, Smoking, Banter, Betaed

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“Oh well that’s just perfect -”

Coach Donaldson grumbled, bringing his hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose as if to stave off the inevitable headache. He took a breath and sighed, turning on his heels to face the Hawkins High varsity basketball team and whistled, grabbing the attention of even the sleepiest players.

“Okay! Fellas! There’s been a slight change of plans, there was, erm, a mistake with the bookings. And it seems we only booked singles-” 

The crowd groaned, some rolling their eyes and others yelling profanities. Rock paper scissors and coin tosses broke out before Coach Donaldson could even finish explaining. Roommate trades were called out like an auction- “Hey I call dibs on Bradford! He’s small!” and “Someone trade me! Vic snores, I swear I can’t take it again this season!” 

“-Settle! I understand this is an, erm, unfortunate situation!” Coach called, waving his hands in the air to stop the teenagers' complaints. 

“But the important thing to remember is that everyone will have a room!” 

“Unlike last year!” An anonymous voice called from the crowd.

“Yeah, or the year before that!” 

Coach’s eyebrows furrowed. The basketball team never had any luck with hotel rooms it seemed.

“Alright alright, we get it! Just, form an orderly line to come get your keys, and please stick to your roommate assignments!”

The door moaned on its hinges as it was thrown open by a rather perturbed Steve Harrington. Not only was he rooming with the one and only Billy Hargrove, but about ten minutes ago the worst news he could have been given was dropped in his lap- they’d be sleeping together. 

Together , together. 

“Watch it! I’m not jazzed about any o’ this either but it’s just for the weekend. So go ahead and untwist your panties for me, hm?”

“I’m so not in the mood for your mouth tonight, Hargrove.” 

Billy threw his hands up in faux innocence, tossing down his bag onto the gaudy blue duvet. 

“My bad pretty boy, usually people love my mouth.”  

Steve winced as Billy’s tongue flitted out, obscenely running across his dusty pink lips. Steve ignored him, and Billy seemed to let it go as he flopped onto the bed, the springs squeaking beneath him. Steve’s internal celebration of Billy’s silence was cut to a quick halt, however.

“Did you and that Wheeler girl get in a fight or something?”

“Holy shit, do you ever shut up?” 

“Hm, no,” he responded cheerily, an overly fake smile lighting up his face. 

“And not that it’s any of your business, but we aren’t together anymore. We’re just- friends. ” 

“Harsh.” 

Billy dropped it after that- he just wanted to push Steve’s buttons, not start an impromptu  therapy session. His hand dipped into his bag, retrieving a battered novel and flipping to a dog-eared page near the middle. 

“ Firestarter ? Didn’t know you could read.” 

“Harrington, aren’t you still in sophomore English?” Billy asked, innocently, not looking up from his book.

Steve didn’t respond. Billy let out a satisfied hum. 

The clock on the wall ticked obnoxiously in the background. Steve looked around the room, noting that there was a second nightstand on the opposite side of the bed, a small television set on the dark wooden dresser, and two equally ugly blue chairs around the mismatched lightly stained coffee table. The walls stunk distinctly of cigarettes, despite the clearly posted signage prohibiting such acts.

Steve looked back at Billy, completely absorbed into Stephen King’s words. He rolled his eyes, assuming this was his way of claiming the bed. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the room as Billy glanced at him from over top of his book. 

“I’ll take the floor.” 

Billy huffed, shifting his eyes back to the page. Steve sighed and stole two of the blankets and a few of the pillows from the bed, tossing them into a heap on the teal carpet. He moved to rifle through his duffle bag, pulling out a pair of sweats and a nearly completely faded Hawkins High swim team shirt. He glanced up, noticing that Billy was watching him carefully through half lidded eyes. 

“Can I help you?” 

Billy shrugged, but his eyes stayed on Steve. 

“‘K. Well, I’m gonna grab a shower, then.”

Billy waved him off, eyes focusing back on the pages. Steve rolled his eyes and grabbed his duffle, slamming the bathroom door in his wake.

***

Minutes later Steve re-entered the bedroom, soaking wet hair dripping down onto his faded shirt. Billy had abandoned the bed and had his head stuck out the window, a lit cigarette absentmindedly dangling from his lips as he continued reading. He didn’t even acknowledge Steve.

“C’mon man-” 

“-my bad, where are my manners, want one?”

“Dude, no - well- yes .”

Billy motioned him over, resting his book open face precariously on the window sill. He took the cigarette from his mouth with a backward hand, his palm facing Steve as approached. When he was within reach, Billy held the cigarette up to him. 

Steve’s forehead crinkled in confusion, but Billy shook his hand, inviting Steve closer; he couldn’t help but oblige. Billy’s fingers grazed Steve’s cheek, his eyes watching as Steve wrapped his lips around the yellow filter and inhaled, the tip glowing a bright orange as Steve took in the burning tobacco leaves. 

Billy smiled, slow and easy, his eyes lidding slightly. Like he was watching something particularly erotic, not hand feeding a cigarette to another man. Steve ignored Billy’s slutty look and pulled off. He held it for a moment, debating whether to blow the smoke right at Billy or politely out the window. He opted for the polite gesture of blowing his smoke out the window, but this righteous act of kindness was quickly overturned by Billy taking a drag and puffing his smoke right into Steve's face. 

“Jesus, are you twelve?” 

“I just might be.” 

Steve rolled his eyes for about the millionth time that night, plucking the cigarette straight from Billy’s grip. 

“Tell me how you really feel, Harrington.”

“Can I enjoy one cigarette without you being a total ass?” 

“ My cigarette, and nah.” Billy hummed, chewing the inside of his cheek.

“Figures.” 

Steve tilted his head, taking another long drag and blowing the smoke courteously out the window. The wind whipped his hair around his eyes, and carried the gray puff of smoke quickly away from them. He turned back to Billy, extending the crackling cigarette towards him, falling absentmindedly into a pattern of passing it back and forth.

“Why thank you Steven .” 

“It’s just Steve, actually.”

“Really? How unoriginal.” 

“Right, because Billy is so much more exciting.” 

“Gotcha there princess, it’s actually short for William.” 

Steve snorted as he exhaled, smoke coming out his nose. 

“Wait what’s your middle name then, just Steve?”

“Hell no.”

“Oh c’mon,” he leaned in closer, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” 

Steve’s face cringed and he shook his head to rid that horrible image from his brain. He sighed, and despite the lack of pressure, he indulged Billy’s curiosity without much of a fight. 

“Beatrice.”

“No fucking way.” 

“Fuck off, man!” 

“I’m sorry, but were your parents stoned or somethin’ when they named you?”

“ No , they weren’t stoned . It’s a long story.”

Billy gestured to the cigarette, albeit on its last leg, still smoking in his hand. 

“We’ve got time, pretty boy, lay it on me.” 

Steve sighed, bringing the near dead cigarette to his lips once more then passing it back to Billy. He took the last drag from it, his eyes squinting as it burned down his throat, then flicked it out the window, watching it tumble into the bright white snow below. 

“Great, now close the fucking window. It’s freezing.”

Billy shrugged, shutting it in a surprisingly gentle manner.

“Thanks.” 

“Anything for you princess. Now, tell me about this middle name,” he floated, the last of the smoke curling out from his lips. 

“Ass-” Steve muttered, but continued, “So apparently I was supposed to be a twin, like the doctors and all that shit told my mom that I was going to have a twin sister.”

“And so my mom gets the nursery ready for two babies right? One side is pink, the other blue. She’s got matching outfits, two cribs, the whole nine yards.” 

“So where is this sister now then? Because I would just love to meet her.” Billy winked, his mouth parting and tongue obscenely tracing his lips. 

“I’m getting there, anyways , she isn’t here because I, like, ate her. In the womb or some shit. So my mom just gave me her name as my middle name. Sentiment, I guess.” 

“You’re fucking with me-” 

“-I’m dead serious! I absorbed her or something, swear to God!”

“That’s such horseshit, Harrington!”

“You asked!”

“Fine, fine, but holy shit man.”

Steve scoffed, rolling his eyes while Billy snickered in the background. They fell quiet for a moment, then in a fluid motion Billy grabbed his book, dropped it on the bed and continued walking to the bathroom.

“Alright, if you want another pack it’s in the left side pocket, lighter too, just- don’t burn the joint down, got it?” 

“Oh, and my middle name is Michael. Pretty boring though, right Beatrice ?” 

Before Steve could retort, Billy had already slipped past the door frame and slammed it shut. Even past the door Steve could hear his laughter. He huffed, rolling his eyes before stealing a second blanket from the bed and easing into his makeshift cot on the floor.

***

“Gatsby?” 

Steve flinched in place as he looked up, he had even realized the water had shut off, nor had he heard the bathroom door open. He opened his mouth to speak but his eyes caught on the faint blonde happy trail that disappeared into the tantalizingly low towel tied around Billy’s waist. He snapped his eyes away, praying Billy didn’t take notice of his staring. 

He met Billy’s face, there was a sickening grin plastered on it, his hair fell down in near perfect ringlets across his shoulders, the drips sounding like a ticking clock as they fell to the ground. 

“It’s for Ms. Kelley’s writing class,” Steve blurted out, hoping to move past his obvious staring quickly.

“Huh, I didn’t know you could read.” Billy snickered, throwing Steve’s previous quip right back at him. 

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t make a lick of sense so maybe there's some truth to that.” 

Billy had shifted to the edge of the bed now, pulling out his own pair of sweats and an equally faded t-shirt with some band insignia printed on it. He scoffed at Steve’s remark, ripping the towel off him and tossing it back somewhere near the bathroom. 

Steve’s eyes went wide, cheeks warm as he buried his nose back into the crisp paperback in his hands. 

“God, you really are such a girl, Harrington.” 

“My bad for not wanting to see your junk.” 

“Who doesn’t wanna see my junk?” 

Steve’s face lit up red, and he pretended to focus on the page in front of him. 

“Hey you’re just lucky I’m wearin’ anything at all,” Billy started, pulling the sweat pants to rest low on his waist, “‘Cause usually I sleep in the nude .” 

He finished, popping the last syllable and sticking his tongue out at Steve who had given up on Fitzgerald’s words by now. 

“The hell’s your damage, dude?” 

Steve tried to add more bite to his tone, dropping his book for extra dramatic flair, but that didn’t stop the uncomfortable shifting, nor the lump in his throat he swallowed. 

Billy just laughed, that unhinged maniacal laugh he always did. Creeped Steve out every time. Billy had just opened his mouth, about to respond with another quip or maybe a filthy comment, when the lamp in the corner flicked. His attention snapped in its direction, catching as it flickered and went out, along with the overhead lights, and the radiator that sputtered and shook to a halt. 

“Oh you’ve gotta be shittin’ me…” Billy mumbled. 

Steve scrambled up and ran to open the door, Billy was quick to follow, peering his head out only to be met with a pitch black hallway. The silhouettes of the rest of the team started poking their heads out one by one, calling across the hall to one another. 

Seconds later the coach’s door nearly flew off the hinges as he stormed down the hall towards the lobby, cursing and muttering under his breath. The team waited by their respective doors until eventually Coach Donaldson slinked back towards them. The chatter hushed as he cleared his throat, standing at the base of the hallway. 

“It appears that the power has gone out and-” 

“No shit Sherlock!” 

“- thank you for the comment Mr. Metzer. What I was saying was that the storm has taken out the power, which also means that the heat has gone out-”

A collection of groans, curses, threats and complaints erupted from the boys, cutting off Coach Donaldson once again. 

“-and unfortunately!” Coach yelled, getting the attention of the team again. 

“And unfortunately, even if we wanted to find a different place, the snow has covered the roads pretty bad and the wind has downed a few power lines. So we are stuck here until the plows come tomorrow morning. For now, keep your windows shut and I suggest stuffing some towels around the doorframe to keep the cold air out-” 

The hallway’s shouting and whining came back in full swing. This time Coach Donaldson didn’t even try to say anything more, he just waved his hands in defeat and slunk back to his room. 

“Well isn’t this just the cherry on top of this dog shit trip.” Billy grumbled from behind Steve, his breath prickling the nape of his neck. 

“Well, I’m gonna go see if they have candles or some shit. Don’t die of hypothermia, ‘k princess?” 

He placed his hands on Steve’s waist, pushing him to the side, brushing the skin in the gap where shirt met sweats. Steve scoffed, backing away from Billy’s grasp. He sighed as the door swung shut; what kind of karmic debt could he possibly have to deserve this?

Minutes later, Billy returned, loudly barging through the doorway. Steve elected to ignore his noisiness in favor of keeping the peace, but all the insults he would have thrown vanished as he noticed the somewhat lumpy, cream colored candle resting in a tiny dish, held gently in Billy’s palms.

“You owe me big time, I really put on the charm for the stingy ass old lady at the counter, but I’m kind of irresistible. Especially with the older crowd,” he concluded, darting his tongue out across his lips.

“Eugh, you’re sick.”

Billy just breathed a quick laugh, quite satisfied in irking Steve. He fished his Zippo out from his pocket, popping it open and striking the wheel. He held the flame up to the wick for a moment and let it ignite. Steve watched, again surprised at his slow movements. As if the boisterous, quick Billy he had become so accustomed to, had magically been replaced with a smooth, calm version.

Steve resigned back to his cot, picking up his discarded copy of The Great Gatsby . A deep sigh escaped him as he opened up to where the sliver of paper stuck out of the edge of the pages. Beside him, the bed springs squealed. There was some shuffling, the sound of a zipper, more shuffling, then a dull smack as what Steve assumed was Billy’s duffle bag, hit the floor. After that, the pair was quiet for a while. Steve was stuck desperately squinting to see the pages in the dim candle light, and Billy hummed a song as he indulged in his own novel. 

After far too long of time for someone his age, Steve finally reached the page Ms. Kelley requested they read until. He tossed the book over by this duffle, good riddance.Then glanced over to Billy, his face relaxed as his eyes skipped back and forth across the page. 

Steve couldn’t help the start of a smile that blossomed on his face; maybe he shouldn’t have written Billy off so soon. I mean, sure, he had done nothing but tease and berate him this entire time, but he shared his cigarettes and could hold a fairly decent conversation, so it wasn’t all bad, he supposed.

“Are you starin’ again, princess?” 

“Yeah, in horror , at your ugly mug.” 

“Oh now surely you don’t mean that, sweetheart,” Billy mocked in a sugary tone, not bothering to lift his eyes from the page.

Steve pouted, proud of his quick comeback that was pitifully shot down by Billy. Regardless, he settled into his mess of blankets laid out on the floor in silence, too tired to snap back with anything. 

Billy chuckled, “Let me finish this chapter and then I’ll blow out the candles, hm?”

Steve, for whatever reason, felt a flush rush up his face. Billy’s statement was so- domestic? That didn’t sound like the right word at all. But he waved it off before he could think about it too hard, huffed a response to Billy, and curled into the blankets. Cursing at the poorly constructed and all too thin blanket provided by the hotel, the cold air sent goose bumps up his arms as it seemed to weasel its way through the woven material with ease. 

He shivered uncontrollably. He was turned away from the bed, staring mindlessly at the section of wall where the curtains didn’t quite reach the floor. Although he couldn’t be sure, he could feel Billy’s eyes on him as he squirmed and tried to pull the starchy blanket tighter around himself.

Behind him, he heard Billy sigh, and the sound of something being set upon the bed side table. 

“Alright-” Billy started, a certain inflection in his voice that Steve couldn't nail down, “it’s only gonna get colder, and we can’t have the only semi decent player die of hypothermia. So…” 

He trailed off, flipping back the heavy looking comforter on the bed as an invitation.  

Steve craned his neck, giving Billy a quizzical look. 

“I’ll take my chances with hypothermia,” and shifted back to stare at the wall. 

“How mature. C’mon, get up here.”

“Bite me.” 

“Alright, damn , just tryna be a gentleman.”

“As if.” 

Billy glanced over, watching Steve shudder and tighten the blankets around him. He looked at his book, then back to Steve, then back to his book. He rolled his eyes then flipped over, his back facing Steve, who was still pretending not to shiver on the floor.

He blew out the candle with a puff, the springs creaking as he settled back into place. Steve’s breath hitched as he shuddered again. He pulled the blanket impossibly closer, pulling his head under it to trap as much heat as he could. Billy held in a sigh, if Steve wanted to freeze to death that was his own damn problem.

Despite his former macho attitude, it couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes before Steve broke. He shot up from his cot, abandoning his stiff blanket and tiptoed his way over to the bed. As slowly and quietly as he could, he lifted the comforter and slipped in. He watched Billy’s shoulders bounce as he snickered at the sudden dip in the bed and the creak of the springs.

“Not a fucking word Hargrove. Not. A fucking. Word .” 

Billy hummed. Steve could practically hear his shit eating grin as he spoke, directly disobeying Steve’s rather clear instructions.

“Remember, you can look, but don’t touch, sweetheart .” 

Steve scoffed, but they both held their tongues, their spines brushing gently as Steve snuggled into the much warmer bed.

***

Billy’s eyes eased open, barely registering the light pouring in from the windows and the birds outside chirping as he came nose to nose with Steve. He blinked, the sensation of his legs wedged in between Steve’s and his arms thrown around his waist. 

He swallowed, his heart rate climbing and sending shockwaves through him. But like a deer in headlights, he remained perfectly still. Something felt- off, inside his chest. Almost as if he didn’t hate this, but he actually liked this, which only raised his concern. But feeling Steve’s soft, sleeping form hugging him like it was made to do so, the concern seemed to melt away. He focused on how his chest rose and fell against his own, the way the light from the window poured in through the slats of the blinds, casting a yellow glow onto the bed. 

A tiny voice that sounded suspiciously like his father, was screaming to push Steve from the bed, rough him up a little and make him promise that nobody ever found out about this. But a more powerful force within him, allowed him to relax into Steve. Soaking in the contact that he knew would never, and maybe should never, happen again. 

Steve made a quiet noise which made Billy jolt back on instinct. Unfortunately the movement only further woke Steve, who’s own limbs began stretching out and his eyes fluttered open, immediately growing to the size of saucers.

“Hey,” Billy said, covering the awkward-ness with his self proclaimed swagger.

Steve blinked at him, noting that Billy’s morning voice was gravely and low, because of course it was, and there was already a smirk pulling at his lips. Steve quickly ignored how his train of thought came to a screaming halt at the ‘you know what Hargrove’s morning voice sounds like’ station. 

“Oh- oh my God-” Steve started, eyes darting down to their tangled bodies. 

Billy laughed, quiet and low, not making any effort to move off of Steve. Instead, his hand drifted from Steve’s back to his hip. He relished in the bright red color Steve’s face took on. 

“I swear to God I didn’t-”

“-I don’t really give a fuck, Steve .” Billy cut him off, his voice breathy and quiet, the use of Steve’s first name catching him off guard.

Their eyes locked, slanted aqua ones meeting wide brown ones.

They said nothing, just stared in silence. Billy’s hand remained firmly planted on Steve’s hip and their chests were still flush together. Both caught in the purgatory of being too scared to be the first to back off and equally scared to be the one to keep this going. 

A shiver ran up Steve’s spine as Billy broke and pulled him closer. Steve inhaled sharply through his nose, noticing Billy’s hand trail further up his side, slipping under his shirt to rest higher on his torso. Billy smirked, his eyes breaking the tense contact to flick down to Steve’s lips, which hung slightly agape. 

“What’re ya doin’…” Steve started, not speaking above a whisper and not really caring about the answer, just needing to say something .

“Dunno.”

Before either could say or do anything else stupid, there was a pounding of fists on their door. Like scared cats, both the boys scrambled up and away from each other, stumbling off the bed and racing to the door. 

Billy opened it so just he was visible, a painfully faked smile on his face and smoothing his hair back in place in an attempt at nonchalance. His eyes met their point guard, Kenneth, with a shit eating grin 

“Morning.”

“Someone better be fucking dying.” 

“Nah.”

“Damn, coulda fooled me with your idiotic pounding on our-”

“ -okay whatever, Coach just wanted me to tell you that you dickwads have like an hour before the buses leave, got it?”

“Oh we got it, Kenny.” Billy deadpanned, throwing up a half hearted salute.

“And it’s not Kenny! Its Kenn e-” 

Before he could finish the door slammed in his face, a smirk toying on Billy’s face.

“So, uh, what’d he want?” Steve asked, clearly wanting to skip over the whole ‘woke up in each others arms’ thing.

“Nothin’. Kenny’s a moron, what's new. Buses leave in an hour.”

“Cool.”

The two stared at each other for another few seconds, neither knowing what to say in the face of what they had woken up to. Wordlessly, they broke their tense eye contact, and with flushed faces started moving around the room,  clothes and packing their things. 

Both of them prayed that neither would bring this incident up ever again and yet, they simultaneously hoped they’d be assigned as roommates for the rest of the season. 

[catreginae]

okay i really really want to start reading your vampire wars thing because first of all, im OBSESSED with the concept, and second, it just seems cool as hell, but i’ve been unable to read recently so i haven’t had a chance to get to it. ITS ON MY LIST THO 🙌🙌🙌

BUT I STILL WANNA KNOW ABOUT HIM HE SEEMS SO COOL. I don’t wanna ask annoying questions cos I feel like most of the one’s I have are things you’ve probably already answered haha, BUT TELL ME ABOUT UR SPECIAL GUY. Is there anything in particular you just really really wanna talk about? Any little details you’re really proud of that you want people to notice? Can he turn into a particularly fluffy little bat? If so would bat Wars appreciate head pats? Is there a specific vampire lore that inspired this?

-crazylittlejester

Sorry this took so long! This is the first ask I got after asking for them but it's the last I got to!

I think people realized these things but I’m going to talk about them anyway!

Warriors has bad self-esteem. He’s super protective of the others. He has the ability to regenerate, so it’s hard to hurt him in a way that actually matters. He can pretty much bounce back from anything. Anyway, all three of these aspects of Warriors feed into each other. He doesn’t care about what happens to him because he can regenerate. The pain is worth it if the others are safe. He thinks keeping the others safe by taking the really bad hits is how he’s earning his keep in the group because he has a hard time accepting that they actually like him for who he is. The others are working on it!

This boy is a pacer. When he’s restless and antsy, or hopped up on blood, he just starts pacing. He cannot help it.

Warriors is actually the sleepiest in the chain and beats even Sky. I headcanon Sky with sleep apnea (because of projection) but Warriors ends up sleeping the most because being half-vampire is actually really hard on his body. I like it imagine that sleep is the glue that keeps his Hylian half and vampire half together to make one mostly functional person. This is why he can pretty much fall asleep immediately if he’s injured but also had some blood.

The fluffy bat thing is a plan but hasn’t happened yet. It’s not a vampire thing in this AU (it is a nod to it at least?) nor is it his shadow crystal form. It’s wizzrobe bullshittery that he actually saw some use in so he begged Lana for some way to have regular access to a bat form. It’s probably some sort of jewellery. I wrote a very small snippet about Four throwing a tiny bat Warriors into the air to help him figure out lift. Of course, he’s a vampire bat because they can run on the ground and I think that’s pretty neat. Go look up a zoo feeding them blood, they just run on the ground and take little sippies out of a bowl.

And finally, the inspiration for this AU is a movie from the 80s called The Lost Boys. It inspired his appearance a little bit (he’s got the same yellow and red eyes). Lore wise, some of the abilities made it over but I used a lot of different inspirations for this AU and of course, I had to try to remix it fit Zelda too. The Lost Boys is the first inspiration though because I was in that rabbit hole when I wrote the first chapter.

[sleepyhead-poll]

ROUND 4D, MATCH 2 OUT OF 2!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Bedtime Bear:

he's just a little guy your honor

Perpetually sleepy bedtime buddy. His job is to help children get a good night's sleep and have good dreams.

Linhardt von Hevring:

linhardt has like 1 goal in life and its to be able to sleep as much as he wants and research whatever he wants without any pressure from anyone or anything <3 quote from his wiki page: "he often flutters from interests and is only able to focus on whatever fancies him in the moment. Additionally, his extreme disinterest in anything off-topic will cause him to become drowsy and/or fall asleep." he's neurodivergent as hell

Bro just wants to sleep instead of going to war. He took a nap in the cafeteria with a fucking pillow. Bro is so sleepy and wanting to nap all day that he can’t even be bothered to introduce himself properly “Linhardt. Goodbye.” Anyway he is the best sleepy boy :)

Besides being the Goddess' sleepiest soldier, Linhardt is literally introduced in a cutscene falling asleep mid-lecture and his personal ability is called Catnap ('Snooze' in Japanese). Catnap allows Linhardt to recover HP if he doesn't take any actions during a turn. 🙏 Bro is sleeping on the battlefield

He's just a sleepy boy who brings a pillow around to sleep and doesn't give a fuck. His conversation during the great tree moon(april)? About how it's the best time to sleep? He's damn right.

Not really currently but they're really cool and sleepy and also bi

Just a sleepy guy who wants to nap over studying and battling.

Eepy eepy boy:) also most likely autistic

he’s so eepy!!!!!! the eepiest!!!!!!!! it’s one of his defining traits also he’s one of the only characters you can gay marry in the game

Chill and sleepy.

He is such a sleepyhead. He tends to come across as ditzy or spacey to others, when often he is just so so so sleepy. He caries around a pillow sometimes because he'll sleep wherever and whenever. He doesn't seem to care that others find it distasteful, because he's happy getting lots of sleep. He may have narcolepsy; but it doesn't seem to be an established word in canon so most people things he's lazy or avoidant of things, when he really just can't help it. As the teacher you can acknowledge him though and validate that being sleepy doesnt mean hes wrong, as long as he works hard when he's awake. Despite his sleepy though he's there for his friends in battle (usually as a healer in my games since he's not a fan of violence) and just lives a long nap afterwards.

Lindhart’s S support (basically a proposal scene) is him taking a nap with you and it’s the gayest shit ever

"Is that so? You'll have to tell me about it sometime when I'm not walking away..." Vote Linhardt he's very sleepy look at him :)

[huckleberrykai]

husband Kai u say👀👀👀👀👀👀

Im half asleep too so pls don’t mind me not elaborating my thoughts 😭

But first: kai proposing to u. He tried to do something fancy with the help of the boys but turns out every time he tried to pop the question he’d just chicken out😭😭😭😭😭 and one day he came back from work super tired and decided to sleep at ur place, crushing down on the bed with you wanting some cuddles and when my boy is half asleep whining about taking a shower he mumbles something about getting married and you’re just like YES I DO

Ahem anyways soft husband kai who tries his best to make you a nice breakfast ALL THE TIME, not just in special dates or whatever. He’d bring breakfast in bed and feed u😠 (if u happen to be pregnant he’s be so soooooooo gentle with u, always patting ur belly while u eat ☹️)

Husband kai who looks like a giant golden retriever and always tries to make u happy and dad kai who feels so overwhelmed in a good way when u tell him ur pregnant ☹️☹️☹️ he’d do researches all the time, buy books to learn more about gentle parenting and buy those corny baby clothes to match with you guys 😭😭😭😭😭😭

FUCK GHIS IS SO CUTE HDJSKL

crying at ur proposal idea 😭 he'd almost propose on accident, whining into your shoulder cuddled up on the bed. he's still fully clothed fresh home from a long day of practice, and all he wants is a warm shower and cuddles - but he's so tired he can't carry his body over :(

"kai baby you've gotta shower."

"hmmmph,, don't wanna. 'm comfy."

his face is nestled into your chest now, delicate hands holding an iron grip on your waist keeping you close.

"well... how about i get in with you? i can wash your hair for you. we'll be quick then we can get back in bed, i promise."

he looks up at you with the biggest sleepiest puppy dog eyes that are just filled with so much love for you.

"you mean it?"

"well i'm not letting you stink up my clean sheets," you tease.

he laughs along with you but the love in his eyes doesn't waver. "i love you so much. thank you." he smiles wide and sweetly. ".. should just wife you up right now." he mumbles.

"i'm down."

"w-what? you wanna marry me?" his eyes blow wide and he hugs you tighter, holding eye contact and squishing your sides.

"of course i do. i'm not dating you just for shits and giggles kai."

"no i mean.. i mean will you marry me? like seriously? like.. now?" his voice is nervous and shaking a little, tiredness seemingly gone.

"are you proposing right now?" you laugh, and when he nods adorably and his hair falls into his eyes you can't help but lean down and kiss his pouty lil lips :(

"there's a- there's a ring in my backpack!" he jumps up to route through the overnight bag that he brought to your apartment. "i couldn't find the right time but i-"

he didn't even need to finish the sentence before you're jumping up after him and kissing him again. "yes, i'll marry you! now come on, let's shower then you can put that ring on me, m'kay?"

EHUEHEUHEH THEN HUSBAND KAIII he's so soft :(

OH UR SO RIGHT ANONIE he lovessss to make sure you've eaten enough, even feeding you sometimes because you're his baby and you deserve to be fed and pampered <3 also thanku for supporting my tummy lover hyuka agenda bcs his hand is gLUEDDD to ur tummy at all times. he loves when you've just eaten together and cuddle on the couch so he can rub your nice full tummy - and he smiles when you let out a content sigh.

and kai doesn't cry a lot, if ever - but when you tell him you're pregnant with your first baby together.. oh he's BAWLING. hands on tummy intensifies x1000 which you didn't even think was possible. he's stressed but so so full of excitement and love <3

THE GENTLE PARENTING IS SO TRUE HE'S THE NUMBER ONE SOFT BOY !!!! and the matching outfits :(( he'd definitely already be planning Halloween outfits for the three of you and showing you the silliest ones !! he's also the kinda husband that wakes up at 3 in the morning because he thought of a possible name and just HAS to tell you or write it down. (he's not gonna wake you up, he knows better than to disrupt the sleep of his pretty pregnant wifey >.<)

also he's just obsessed with you when you're pregnant!! he's obsessed anyway but you just look so pretty and glowy carrying HIS baby he just feels so protective over you and your little bean :( seeing that ring on your finger and the bump of your tummy just reminds him of the love you share and how much he wants to protect and love you forever :(

man he's just the cutest husband n dad in the whole world he's lovely <3

[poodle-day]

I decided to make my own little shuffle au

Dog day is now cozy woozy: he’s everyone’s emotional support dog, he makes sure everyone is happy and comfortable

Bobby is now grizzly morning: The passionate leader who will stop and nothing to help her friends

Cat nap is now lazy boot: the lazy rancher/cow boy who often has cook outs when he isn’t lazing around his ranch

And picky is now moon snack: she is the sleepiest critter you will ever meet, other critters will often go to her to get sleeping remedies and she is happy to help

This au is basically just me swapping the roles of the critters I want

And the au name is “The shuffle critters”

[dragon-queen21]

You are like the only person I've ever seen who does windbreaker content and I'm going to explode. I will take absolutely anything you have for regressor Sakura, angst, fluff, whatever you got I need it please I'm hyperfixating so hard I may explode.

(this is all a joke, feel free to ignore if you don't wanna do it)

Eeeee okay this is like my favorite kinds of ‘requests’ to get, just the excuse to ramble, and boy do I have so many ideas and headcanons for Sakura and just this series in general >:3  

tw: light angst, implied child abuse, pushing off regressing

~~~

~Kotoha’s café is a hot spot for regressors and her omelets are a very popular go to meal. When she first met Sakura she could just tell he was a little one on the verge of a breaking point. Also, I don’t know if you have seen the posts talking about how Sakura never learned how to properly use a spoon, but it’s a thing- anyways- Kotoha takes that a sign that Sakura is regressed (whether he is or not is besides the point) and treats him a lot softer and kinder like she would any little- and Sakura just- doesn’t know the difference. It’s the first time they’ve met after all, maybe she’s just like that with people

~Umemiya whole thing about being everyone’s older brother also wasn’t taken too seriously by Sakura, again, it just seems to be the Furin leader’s thing that everyone that attends is a part of his ‘family’

~Kiddo who just reaches out to take a hold of his caregiver’s sleeves, only to have them turn and ask what’s the matter and he freezes. He… he doesn’t know why he did that… why he wants to cling and why he feels so small… it’s embarrassing…

~Only he’s still not letting go, he’s your problem now, do what you will, but he’s coming along

~Suo is one of the firsts to figure out that Sakura has no idea about his own regression, after baffling a bunch of the other caregivers. Because he doesn’t outright refuse to regress, but he seems so genuinely confused when shown the most basic amount of care- like Umemiya packing him extra childish snacks for lunch, Kiryu letting him watch cartoons on his phone after eating, Sugishita carrying him when it’s clear the little is too tired to keep walking, etc.

~This comes to head especially after seeing Choji (who is 100% a perma regressor) and Togame, and while Sakura wasn’t exactly rude, he was just very much like what the heck is going on when Togama said his ‘kiddo needs a nap,’ and Umemiya has the ‘audacity’ to say that Sakura is very much the same when he’s regressed or he gets grumpy.

~Long story short- Sakura regressing and being taken care of when little and still somehow never putting two and two together until Suo and Nieri are like… ‘seriously dude???’ in the nicest way possible.

~And maybe it would have been better if he didn’t know the definition of what the floaty, warmth that periodically took over his head was, because now he out right refuses to regress-ever again- never mind the fact that he was doing so a couple times a week. He didn’t know he was doing something so weak and pathetic- so therefore it was a fluke and he takes it all back- never again

~Except that you can’t go from having multiple caregiver and hours a week coping and healing and resting and then cut it all off in a day. It inevitably leads to problems. Like trying to bandage your own wounds after a fight and really wanting someone else to do it for you, and talk softly, and gently like you might shatter and-

(insert mental breakdown here)

~Full circle he ends up regressing around Suo, this time fully aware what is happening and the other boy just offers to help ground him instead of trying to get him to regress. And Sakura wants to… but at the same time he really misses being taken care of and having a half decent coping mechanism that he apparently has become dependent on.

~Eventually Suo manages to have the sleepiest baby ever just tucked into his lap, head resting on his shoulders and he’s not exactly sure how he got into this position or how he’s ever going to be able to replicate it, but he’s not complaining.

Dang I wrote like a full fanfiction… this is the most thought out idea I have had in months I kid you not.