#i love random cases of insomnia

[pendragora]

I am so sorry for all of you who followed me because of my Alicent thingy thinking I am doing something interesting here cause

...you will get spammed alright

Like spammed spammed. Like very spammed. Spamming is how I do things here

So, my apologies in advance 😭

[fetish4juggalos]

Bed time with Gotham villans

I haven’t posted anything recently and thought in light of 2023 coming to a start I’d post something for the new year even though we’re 6 months into it :3

I apologize in advance for both grammatical errors and spelling errors:)

Oswald Cobblepot

I can imagine oswald being a very wild sleeper. Like the kind that can go to sleep on the opposite side of the bed and end up with their leg over you with their arms wrapped around you

Probably has alot of night terrors specially about his mom and dad. Loud random screams in the middle of the night will be a common occurrence for you

Goes to sleep in a full pajama set with night cap and slippers:)

Blanket hog all the way, constantly kicking you in the back, cuddling into you, ect.

Though he's probably not the best to sleep with hes definitely got the nicest bed. Like im talking king sized with silk pillow cases, and sheets with a ridiculous thread count

I imagine him having some long ass night routine or some weird night ritual he follows before bed

He's the last to get into bed and the first to fall asleep

Likes a warm glass of milk (or a lukewarm glass of alcohol) before bed because he's old fashioned

Refuses to go to sleep without you and will wait till the early hours of the morning and late hours of night for you to come to bed

Edward Nygma (pre-riddler)

Ed unsurprisingly is very pleasant to sleep with

He’s not a very calm sleeper but he isn't like incredibly wild either. Maybe a arm or leg thrown over the edge of the bed but thats about it

Has the occasional night terrors but besides that is otherwise peaceful 

Sleeps in relatively normal sleep attire. Plain shirt with pajama pants mostly

Really basic white male night time routine. shower, brush teeth, wash face and head to bed

He has a decent sleep schedule with only the occasional sleep insomnia

Likes to spend a little time playing video games or solving puzzles before bed

Edward Nygma (post-riddler)

Sleeps a lot less then pre-riddler ed

When he does sleep it’s only for a few hours and tends to have nightmares in between periods of rest

He’s not one to initiate cuddling during bed time but he won’t stop you from cuddling up next him

Will at times sleep on the couch or wherever he ends up falling asleep. Mostly up to you to make sure he gets a healthy amount of rest

Over thinks greatly before bed and ends up circling the room on a tangent or whenever an idea strikes

Sometimes breaks into your apartment just to sleep next to you or will show up and pass out on your couch

Talks and mumbles in his sleep

Victor Zsasz

Victor rarely sleeps but will lay in bed just to be next to you for a few hours before his next job

Sleeps in mostly just boxers since he takes a shower directly before he goes to bed but on off days he’ll throw on a t-shirt and lay in bed with you

Calm sleeper surprisingly

It takes a specific type of man to be able to kill someone then come home and sleep peacefully

He’s a quiet sleeper which is also why he makes such a god assassin as noise suppression is a huge part of his job

You always fall asleep first and he likes to just stare at you for long periods of time

Half drunken water bottles and glasses on the night stand at all times

I feel like he would have some kind of lengthy skin care routine before bed

Likes cuddling especially if he’s the little spoon

Wakes up at ungodly early hours of the morning

Blanket hog but just to be annoying and so that way you’ll sleep closer to him

Only really sleeps if you’re sleeping with him as he doesn’t really sleep as much as most people and probably only rests his eyes for a few hours at a time

Jervis Tetch

Jervis is very affectionate when it comes to bed time. He loves cuddling, holding you, kissing you ect.

I imagine his bed is incredibly comfortable with many multi-colored and textured throws, quilts, and blankets covering the bed. Probably decorative pillows as well in many colors and shapes

Full pajama sleep attire. Button up sleep shirt, pants, slippers, and a night hat similar to Oswald

He likes reading to you or being read bedtime stories. His current favorite (aside from obviously alice in wonderland) is the wizard of Oz

A warm glass of milk or tea before bed is essential and he always makes some before bed

Jervis is a bit of a wild sleeper but for the most part stays in one spot on the bed only kneeing you a few times and stirring in his sleep

He runs warm so he doesn’t take up a whole lot of blanket but during the summer he ends up drenched in sweat blanket or not

Wild bed head since his curls are hard to tame at times

Stays up late so he falls asleep first since he’s always exhausted and sleep deprived

Wokenup in a cold sweat a few times from the occasional nightmares relating to his sister but all he needs is you to pull him back into reality

Talks to you until he falls asleep to help him get some energy out and clear his mind. He talks to you about anything and everything until he begins to drift off

Jerome Valeska

Jerome is an incredibly wild sleeper. So much so to the point where no matter what position or side of the bed he’s on he’ll end up on the opposite side in a completely different position

Throws the blanket off and on going from hogging it to throwing it on the floor

He runs hot so his sleep attire is mostly him without a shirt and a pair of tattered pajama pants or just boxers

He doesn’t really have a night time routine to speak of or a steady schedule

Normally it’s just whenever he’s tired and wherever he’s at that determine what his sleep is going to be like and how long it lasts

He’s a big cuddler at first but because he’s such a wild sleeper he’ll probably end up letting go of you and turning to the opposite side of the bed

He’ll wake up in a bad mood if he’s not sleeping with you next to him or in his arms in the morning tho even if it’s entirely his fault

He’s a brat so it takes forever to coax him into going to bed. Plus he’s stubborn so even when you get him into bed he’ll do everything in his power to annoy you or to not fall asleep

He talks a lot in his sleep normally it’s laughter or it’s him mumbling on about his mother and the trauma he received

He has nightmares but they don’t wake him up only increase his tossing and turning and sleep talk

I feel like he sleep walks at times when he’s not knocked completely out and I can image you’ve had to bring him back to bed a few times

[darling-i-read-it]

Hi how are you? 😃 May I request some headcanons of RE characters (you choose, i can't choose because I like most of them 😅 ) with a reader who worked 13 days straight and has insomnia so they're pretty much in autopilot or zombie mode at the end of that but are more polite then usual? I hope I don't have to work that many days in a row again 😩

HI yes i can relate as someone who doesn't know how to say no to picking up shifts. my record is only ten days thought, rest in peace my love that sounds HORRIFIC. i chose some guys at random (along with chris and leon, my favorites lol) i hope you enjoy!

Chris Redfield

literally him too

this man has never known a good nights sleep since he was like 21 and even then it was kind of rocky

he has less sympathy because of it. to him it's kind of normal

he works like no one else has ever worked because he cares about his cause. it's a bit hard for him to understand that not everyone does in the case of work

he feels bad seeing you this way though and he knows it

he may have done it before but seeing you go through the zombie nature was affecting him now. you were his person, his safe spot, and you weren't safe

once the sympathy comes it doesn't leave

calls your boss!!!!

on your phone!!!

he's so scary. he's a scary big man. tall. big. large. so large.

they gave you three days off in a row actually

they also mentioned to not have your boyfriend call on your phone again because of professional reasons and it wasn't until then that you knew he even called

you were so out of it you hadn't checked your outgoing calls (and why would you?)

anything he can do to help, he will. just ask it of him.

The two of you sat in front of the TV. His arm was over your shoulder as you leaned against him, more comfortable now than you had been in weeks.

"You hungry?" he questioned, glancing down at you.

"I could eat."

"Anything specific?" You glanced up at him, meeting your eyes. He could read your look. You wanted him to go and get food. He narrowed his eyes, playfully. "It's late."

"I know. I'm being silly."

"Well I didn't say no."

Leon Kennedy

Leon is the most likely on this list to also have some sort of insomnia. He can't even talk against you either because he has the same exact issues

working too much, not sleeping enough

he drinks sometimes till he can't feel the effects of either

so who is he to say that you should go to bed or that working so much was destructive?

despite it being hypocritical, he sees the overall exhaustion within you

you're suddenly quietly polite, you have nothing in you to fight against him, even when he makes his normal banter and you don't return it

that's what really affected him. until you got rest, you could never really be back to him. your polite tired nature made him want to protect you. you were his, he couldn't let you go on like this

he showed up at your work

he didn't chew out your boss, no, he just 'brought you lunch' and then politely demanded that you be given two days off

he may have brought a weapon. it wasn't very good of him but then again, neither was having someone work 13 days straight

you promised him that you would do it for him next time

"What about when you go off to Japan for a month and I know you aren't sleeping?" you questioned. You sat in bed together, eyes heavy, no work in the morning.

"If you were in Japan I couldn't know if you were sleeping either," he pointed out.

"I feel like you would find a way." He smiled, that charming gentle smile. Comforting, homey.

"You're right. I would." You rolled your eyes.

Carlos Oliveira

was a fierce advocate for you taking a day off and is mid contact with your boss

he doesn't care if it was your choice. he really doesn't. he loves but you but damn if he won't let you go through that again

you're so quiet that it scares him sometimes. the life in your eyes is just barely there

he is a bit of a workaholic himself sometimes but he knows how to take breaks. he prides himself in being able to separate himself from that when he can

he tries to lull you to sleep (like you don't know what he's trying to do)

you're stubborn and he knows this and you're also far too tired to admit how tired you actually are

the kind of boyfriend to give you tea and hope it does the trick. to give you massages, make you listen to him talk so much that hopefully you'll fall asleep in his lap

he adores you to pieces. he really does. how can he bear to see you like this?

it's like you're a zombie and not the bad kind. he wanted you to spend the whole day in bed and again, he will call your boss on your behalf, he'll pay for the rent if he can, he doesn't care

he'll do whatever he can to save you from the fate of another awful night like that

His hand massaged your shoulders as you sat together on the couch. You had been silent for a while and although it used to worry him, he was just happy to have you beside him.

"No work tomorrow," he mentioned quietly.

"Don't talk about work," you whispered. He nodded, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer.

"Sorry." You looked at him at your side. "I think I might lock you in the bedroom so you can get some sleep."

"You know that's not how that works," you whispered, though you smiled at the gesture anyway.

"It's how it should work."

Ethan Winters

Ethan understands better than most how hard it can be to let things slide

he knows that working sometimes helps. it helps the silence in his head when all he can focus on is that he's so tired and the has to work

because he understands, he also has a certain degree of protection he has over you

he knows what it feels like to be unable to feel his eyelids anymore because they're so heavy

the very second you have off he demands that you stay inside

he would rather you be laying down and not moving for a while if he could stand it, allowing you to bask in the quietness

he would make you promise him that you would try your hardest to sleep because he thought that once exhaustion came over you it would be too hard not to

he wanted to tell you about how hard it was for him after the Baker house to sleep because he had so many bad memories that he didn't want to relive

he tries to relate to you about that. he wants you to know that sometimes his bed is a demon in and of itself

insists you take time off afterwards. he doesn't care how it happens but you need a day of rest and that's final

"They'll probably need me in sooner," you admitted, quietly. He shook his head over dinner. He had made it for you that night, happily, some of your favorite foods.

"Two days minimum," he said.

"You're not my boss Ethan," you told him honestly but he shook his head. He was having none of it.

"You should quit."

"I know. But I can't."

"I know," he hummed, shaking his head. "Two days. Two. In a row."

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Lmk ss edits + Headcanons, Part 2 (Pigsy, Tang, Sandy, Sun Wukong, Macaque)

- He/Him

- Bisexual

- Huge environmentalist, if you put any garbage or recycling in the wrong bin expect to get at least a three hour lecture, no you can not escape this, yes MK and Mei have tried, no they did not succeed

- ONLY shops from farmers markets/family businesses, you will never catch this man supporting a corporation

- Use to steal Tang's college hoodies

- Took him the longest to get used to having Redson around and a part of the group , but eventually warmed up to him (is still kinda salty about Redson burning MK's room though)

- Grows his own herbs

- Gets incredibly frustrated when he gets the hiccups (writing this as I'm fighting off hiccups)

- Loves watching true crime shows and listening to true crime podcasts while he does household chores or while he's setting up/closing the shop

- Got his ears pierced with Tang

- MK and Mei call him mom when he's being overbearing, Tang calls him mom now too to tease him

- Once caught Mei and MK sneaking food out of the kitchen at 3am and beat them with a broom for a solid minute because he was too drowsy to recognize them and assumed they were intruders (they were fine)

- Is the type of person to call his husband (Tang) "bro", "dude" etc

- Got drunk in college once and talked about nothing but how much he loved Tang, didn't remember any of it the next day but Tang asked him out pretty quickly after that

- Exchanged a few recipes with DBK while they were at the beach, they still do exchange more recipes once in a while but they don't talk much outside of cooking related topics

- Learned how to play dnd in college because Tang liked the game and ended up liking it a lot more than he expected to so they wound up playing together all the time (they still play it once in a while if they have time)

- Him and Sandy get together every other weekend to try and help Pigsy with his anger management issues

- Never called MK his son while he was growing up because he was scared that MK's real family would show up one day to take him back home, finally realized that no one was gonna show up a short while after MK turned 10 and started acting like an actual parent (MK always saw Pigsy as his dad though)

- Always says "this is the last time" when giving Tang free noodles (it is never gonna be the last time, and Tang knows it)

- Once bumped into a mannequin at the mall and apologized to it, Tang still makes fun of him

- Use to take Mei and MK to conventions all the time until Mei learned how to drive and could take them herself

- Won't care for people getting hurt in movies but will be absolutely crushed if something happens to an animal (sobbed when he watched "A Dog's Purpose")

- Smells like noodles

- Love language is acts of service

- Keeps trying to convince Tang to come with him to family events, has yet to succeed

- Carries around an extra pair of headphones in case Tang or MK needs them

- Almost threw hands with DBK and PiF after hearing about how they treated Redson (seriously guys, I need Redson to have a good parental figure in the next season, please), this man is a father to everyone

- Snores loud as fuck, it's a wonder how Tang gets any sleep

- No fashion sense what's so ever

- Insomnia

- He/Him

- Gay

- Once zoned out and stared at a wall for six hours straight

- Desk is covered in pencil shavings and pen ink

- Constantly bruised from always falling (weak ankles)

- Fluent in Polish, don't ask why, it just feels right

- Doodled all over his books in school (they made him pay for new ones)

- Never up before sunrise

- Got in some random dudes car once thinking it was a taxi and almost got himself kidnapped

- Will make the most annoying, smart-ass remark to anything anyone says

- I'm not actually sure if it's ever mentioned in the show what Tang does for a living but it doesn't matter, he's a college history professor now

- Has grandma floral bedsheets (we've all seen his sleepwear, you cannot tell me that man doesn't have grandma floral bedsheets)

- Somehow always cold

- Constanly napping, he can and will fall asleep if he's left alone for too long (his students once caught him asleep at his desk after lunch break and dipped class)

- Used to have hexagon glasses cause he thought they looked cool but found out Pigsy liked circular ones better so he got new ones

- Still has a septum piercing he got while he was in college but keeps it flipped up, he also has ear gauges

- When he met Pigsy's parents he was super nervous and ended up passing out half way through the night because of anxiety, he has not lived it down and refuses to go to any events with Pigsy if his family is gonna be there (they actually really liked him and are disappointed when he doesn't show up)

- Doesn't own a bookshelf for some reason, everything is just piled on the floor

- Very faint freckles

- Needs a daily 'to do' list, his whole day gets thrown off if he doesn't have some kind of schedule

- Maladaptive daydreamer

- Never showers, only takes baths

- Needs headphones on crowded transportation otherwise he'll get stressed at all the noises and talking overlapping eachother

- Severe rsd (rejection sensitivity dysphoria,  "benched" was an especially bad time for him)

- Number one art appreciator and constantly drags Pigsy to museums

- Smells like a library (please tell me you know what smell I mean)

- Love language is gift giving ( and you KNOW he loves you when he shares his food with you willingly)

- 76% of the clothes he owns are thrifted

- Blind as a fucking bat, if he looses his glasses he's on the floor feeling around for them like Velma,  I swear they could be two feet in front of him but he won't even notice

- Hypersomnia

- He/Him

- Bisexual

- Huge conspiracy theorist, ask him anything and he'll have some in depth explanation on how it relates to cryptids or something (I'm talking Matpat level conspiracy theorist, seriously, someone get him help)

- Slowest typer on the planet (mainly because the screen is too small for his hands), will respond to something 3-5 minutes after they changed topics

- Made seed bombs and threw them everywhere at random around the city and now there's a bunch of flowers and vines growing everywhere

- Was the first one (Aside from Mei and MK) to welcome Redson into the group with open arms, everyone else was still kinda cautious

- Would literally die for any of his friends, no questions asked, no hesitation, just jumps in the line of danger as soon as he sees one of his friends about to get hurt

- Didn't have a lot of friends growing up until he met Pigsy in his last year of high school because everyone was afraid of him

- He and Pigsy were in a band together in college, Sandy discusses it with pride, Pigsy gets embarrassed and denies ever being in a band at all

- Since he also has scales he's the one who teaches and helps Mei look after her scales and keep them from drying or getting damaged

- Yoga master, wakes up super early to do it during sunrise

- Has the best taste in music, he can find the most amazing, tear jerking, heart wrenching, underground music ever effortlessly

- Hasn't met a single person he wasn't able to get along with

- Firmly believes in all the little wishing rituals (11:11, shooting stars, birthday candles, blowing dandelions etc)

- Learned how to whistle so he could sing along with birds

- *gets robbed* "oh, i bet he needed the money, it's ok"  "I really don't think he did." "...maybe he's gonna donate it!"

- Favourite kind of tea is earl grey

- Named one of his cats Maquack after Macaque

- Sometimes cat sits for Bai He when she goes to doctor appointments, family visits out of the city, etc

- Got his piercing while he was still in a band but kept them in because his band mates were some of his first friends and they all got pierced together

- Has a tail to help him swim better (unfortunately I could not add it in the edit above but just I imagine he has the same kind of tail as the water Na'vi in Avatar ig)

- Skin has a faint ombre to it (his hands and feet are lighter and fade around his forearms/knees to a slightly darker blue (i did add this one in my edit but unfortunately I don't think it's as visible as I wanted it to be, my bad)

- Webbed hands and feet to help him swim better

- Has adipose eyelids like a fish to protect his eyes from the water, block exposure of harmful ultraviolet light into his eyes and act as protection against impact to the eye in aquatic environments. Since his eyelids are transparent though, he has to wear a sleeping mask at night

- Smells like a mix of ocean air and tea

- Love language is quality time and physical touch (will pick up and hug his friends all the time no matter the place)

- His hair and beard always have something in them, sand, seaweed etc

- Shoes are actually really uncomfortable for him to wear because his body is evolved for an aquatic environment, but he doesn't want to be rude so he wears them anyway (Mei found out and got him a customized pair of shoes so he could be comfortable without feeling like he's being rude)

- Uses Kaomojis

- If he's not busy, or doesn't have anything planned for the next few hours, he'll spend his free time cleaning up the ocean and beaches from any garbage

- He/Him

- Pansexual

- Everything he has ever done has been an impulse decision

- Is the type of mf to kick the inside of someone knee while they're walking to make them fold (Tang is the primary victim)

- Chews his nails

- Made up his own constellations as a "fuck you" to the universe (somehow managed to convince some mortals they were real constellations too)

- Mk and Co constantly forget how ancient swk is until he says some old person shit

- Naturally has curly and untamable hair, uses glamor to avoid getting called out about not taking care of it

- Horrifically optimistic

- Always has leaves and dirt and sticks etc in his hair

- Will sit out in the rain for hours on end

- Follow up on the last hc, he's been struck by lightning.. twice

- Actually has really heavy eyebags but uses glamor to cover them up

- Gets bored super easily

- Has naturally long lashes, Mei is still convinced he's wearing makeup though

- Cannot cook for the life of him

- His memories are always in shades of gold, no ones sure if it hasn't something to do with his gold vision or not, even himself, he just can't remember things in normal colour

- Stress induced migraines from the circlet

- Not a fan of big cities but loves how the lights look at night

- Stacks of notebooks and loose paper, cannot keep anything organized

- Takes a nap everyday at exactly 2:38 without fail

- Freezes in the winter, man's house has no insulation whatsoever

- Doesn't like big crowds but also can't stand not being the center of attention

- Once picked fleas out of both MK's and his own hair and ate them, MK was and still is disgusted, he will never look at Monkey King the same way again

- Smells like Peaches (it's like the only fucking thing he eats)

- Love language is physical touch

- Kinda chubby (mostly around his stomach and thighs) but still has muscles

- Always teasing Redson about the fact that he's technically his uncle since he and DBK are sworn brothers, he finds Redson's overreactions to it funny but is secretly kinda hurt that Redson doesn't think of him as family anymore (He use to when he was a little kid but stopped seeing Wukong as family after he sealed DBK away. They've started to try and mend their relationship after the events of season 4, it's slow but it's progress)

- Sometimes the monkey's on FFM will come into his house through the windows at night to sleep with him for comfort

- Really bad with technology but pretends he's just too good for the internet so he can avoid using it without looking old

- He/Him

- Bisexual

- Says his "S"'s really sharply

- If you ask him anything about himself he'll give you a different answer to the exact same question everytime (he thinks it makes him mysterious,  it does not)

- Lower lid eyeliner >>>

- If you say something stupid or weird he'll just stare judgingly until you take it back

- Actually lost his mind when he found out what blowing bubbles were

- Drinks tea with an ungodly amount of sugar

- Chronic eye pain + headaches. It's gotten significantly better over the years but.. yk, eye gouged out

- Has a deeply relaxing voice, strangely enough

- Has tried to compliment people before but it always ends up coming off as an insult

- Classical music or heavy rock, no in-between

- It is literally impossible to take a bad picture of him

- Puts his hair up in a bun whe he doesn't wanna deal with it

- Has patches of freeze burns from LBD, along his right side (mostly just his arm).

- Theater kid

- Rose tea enjoyer

- Likes to bake sometimes and frequently exchanges recipes with Pigsy and DBK

- Like to watch the sunrise and sunset

- Hates being out in the sun too long, not having a shaded area nearby for an easy escape stresses him

- Will stare out the window while it rains, Mei once said he looked like he was pretending to be in a cringey early 2010 music video

- Hard of hearing, his six ears are very sensitive and all the fighting and screaming has definitely done some damage to them by now

- Follow up on the last HC, despite being hard of hearing he will either absolutely refuse to wear hearing aids, or will wear them (albeit begrudgingly) but cover them with glamor

- Septum and snake bite piercings he got during his emo phase

- Smells like grapes, don't ask

- Love language is quality time, he doesn't care to actually have a conversation, though, he's fine just sitting in comfortable silence

- Will use his shadow transport for the dumbest things when he's lazy, like teleporting the TV remote to him if it's on the other side of the couch, teleport a bag of chips from the pantry to him in his bedroom,  etc

- Room is covered in scented candles

- Sandy has invited him over to work out some of his problems multiple times, he doesn't really care to open up though, he just goes for the cats (Sandy let's him)

- His hair is always soft and he refuses to tell anyone what he washes with, MK has asked multiple times and he gets a different, vague answer everytime

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Thinking about:

Tokoyami being skittish and avoidant after the first few weeks of your relationship. Everything was amazing with him; he showers you in sweet compliments that leave you breathless, calls you sweet nicknames and always makes time for you. Now imagine your surprise when he starts totally avoiding you.

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The bell rings for first period, and your feathery boyfriend is yet to be seen. Anxiety started to gnaw at your chest; he hadn’t responded to your get well soon messages, only leaving you on read. You couldn’t even visit him properly since he gruffly told you to leave him alone when you tapped on his door.

It was not like Tokoyami at all, as communication was incredibly important to him in a relationship. Your anxiety bubbled over as you gnawed on your lip. Was this his way of breaking up with you? He had blown you off with plans for the last weekend too, making this a repeated issue. You knew you would get upset thinking about this, so you continued to scrawl down the notes from Aizawa’s lesson.

You mentally resolved to visit Tokoyami after the school day is finished and see just what the problem is.

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You gently tapped on Tokoyami’s door yet again, praying to whatever entity that he would let you in.

“I don’t wish to see anyone at the minute, please leave me alone,” you heard him grunt back lowly. He sounded pained and hurt, not to mention tired. You bit your lip in anxiety.

“Fumi? It’s me, my love. Are you alright? Please let me in, I’m so worried about you,” you pleaded him through the door. You heard a sigh.

“I’m sorry but not right now. I’m not well, and I do not wish to pass the illness on,” he continued, sounding more irritated by the second.

“I don’t care if you get me sick Fumi, I can take care of you and help you get better,” you compromised, hoping he takes the deal.

“Starlight, not now. This.. it’s a different kind of illness,-” Tokoyami was cut off by a series of coughs resonating deeply in his room.

“That’s it Fumikage, I’m coming in!” You announced, undeterred by his pleads and demands for you to stop. You gasp upon entering his room; black feathers were strewn across his bedroom in random directions and places. His lamps were lit, leaving the gothic bedroom in a ghostly light as you tried to find your boyfriend.

He was trembling in the middle of his bed, surrounded by a growing pile of feathers and trying to hide himself with his pillow.

“Fumi? Are you okay honey?” Your voice filtered through his room as you closed the door behind you.

“Why are you covering your face, love? Is something the matter?” Your worried voice drove a sigh out of Fumikage as he lowered his shield. You let out a slight gasp; he was moulting. His feathers looked sparse in some areas, some turned grey and some on their way to drop out his face. Even though his face was not one of a humans, you could almost see the bags under his eyes.

“Oh my god Fumi, what’s happened?!” You try not to let your voice get too alarmed; you didn’t want your boyfriend to think you were disgusted of him.

“I knew this would happen. It was foolish of me to think I could prevent it. It is a byproduct of my quirk: every few months I moult my feathers to make way for thicker and healthier ones, but as such it takes a toll on my body. I get hot flashes, and my feathers just drop out. I am usually plagued by insomnia, yet it worsens during this period of time. You must think it’s disgusting,” his voice quietens in embarrassment.

You let out a small “oh” upon his explanation, feeling stupid for your prior thoughts. You slowly made your way to his bed and sat next to him, rubbing slow circles to his shoulder.

“That’s not the case at all, my love! I had no idea that your quirk would cause this but it makes sense. I wish you would have told me about this. I’m here for you, I can help you face problems like these. It’s not a disgusting thing, it’s perfectly natural,” you comforted him, slowly grabbing his hand and gently rubbing in between the knuckle like you know he likes.

Tokoyami seemed shocked at your response. Any other person apart from Shoji usually made comments along the lines of “ew, I couldn’t cope with it,” or something. The politest would just give him a sympathetic smile that was tinged with disgust.

“A-are you quite sure starlight? This can be a troublesome task-” you interrupt him.

“Of course Fumi. Now, come here. I brought some supplies in case you were sick,” you rearrange yourself so that you were at the headrest of the bed and Fumikage curled up against you. You produced a bottle of his favourite flavoured water and held it to him as he shakily managed a few gulps. He let out a shaky and tired breath as he nestled himself against your chest.

Your hands found his silky feathers and Fumikage’s eyes burst open. It was foreign for him to feel someone so casually pet him. You worked in continuous strokes, gently setting aside any loose or broken feathers before petting him again.

Fumikage let out a contented chirp each time you found a particularly annoyed or irritated area. His natural bird-like instincts were screaming at him; his mate was grooming him!! Actually helping him maintain his appearance!! Making him feel better about his icky transformation!! It was a dream come true.

He nuzzled his beak closer to your neck and allowed his breaths to get deeper and slower, before totally falling limp against you.

And you know what? That was the best night’s sleep he had in 4 days.

[beelmons]

Luke Alvez x ADHD!Girlfriend (cw: mentions of mental disorder, light angst)

It was always fun at games with him, classic Luke Alvez. Continuously saying how cute it was how you 'obsessed' over things. Time and again teasing you lovingly whenever you would zone out during conversations. Without fail, mentioning that you would be lost without him reminding you when to eat, and that it made him feel special.

Good ol' Luke, always looking at the bright side, always breezing through life. He'd hold you through the night whenever the anxiety randomly spiked, he'd reassure you that your mental disorder didn't define you, that you were more than that, that you were enough. He loved you, he really did.

But at the end of the day, it wasn't him who had to live with that disease. It was you. He didn't have to stay up, restless, due to random insomnia. He didn't have to set a million alarms to take just one pill. He didn't beat himself up whenever he was unable to do something simple, a mundane chore, just because his brain wouldn't respond. He got to go home, do his dishes, wash his laundry, and be okay. He didn't have to live with your faulty brain. Oh, but, alas he did have to live with you.

"I work hard. I work really hard. I don't think I'm asking for a lot here." he complained regarding the tidiness of the apartment you had had to yourself for almost a week. It wasn't common for him to lose his cool, but when he did, you had to brace yourself. He would never hurt you, no, but you would feel him far away, so far away despite being in the same room, that he might as well hold a dagger to your chest. That would pain you a lot less.

It had been little over six months since the two of you moved in together. The military-style routine that he had was benefitial to you, he'd drag you along for breakfast, motivate you into a quick workout, tease you into taking your pills. It was good for you, he was good for you. Everything was okay, until he was gone, and the facade of being a functional adult crumbled to the ground.

A slow forming knot began to grow within the walls of your throat. Was this the same man who months before professed eternal devotion to you only? It was hard to tell. Perhaps, he wasn't ready. Ready to deal with someone like you. You hugged your body trying to contain your tears, yet before you were able to talk, his phone beeped. He took a look and held back a curse word at the name that appeared on the screen.

"Emily?" you asked while you read the twinkling screen, and you were well aware what that meant. He nodded, his lips pursing in anger, he stared a couple of seconds longer, and finally he decided to leave the phone face down on the table. "Come on, Luke, don't be silly, I'm sure it's important." you grunted, taking the phone and picking up right away "Hey, Em." your boyfriend's boss greeted you with confusion "He's right here." you said before giving the phone to Luke.

He looked at you with disappointment, yet he took the device and pressed it to his ear "Yeah, boss. I understand. I'll be right there." he hung up the phone after the line went dead, and he made a frustrated movement with his hand.

"It's okay." you said reassuringly "I promise, we can discuss this when you come back."

You didn't exchange 'I love you's as you usually would, instead, he just grabbed the go-bag he had recently left on the floor and left through the same door he had just entered about half an hour ago.

He didn't call you the entire trip, not even to let you know he had landed safely, and sunk in your own deprecating thoughts, you didn't bring yourself to text him either.

The case was slightly complicated, and he knew he was going to be away for a little bit, still, he didn't gather the courage to call you to let you know. At least, not until the next day, when he was standing in the local precinct, being briefed about a crime, and his smartwatch started to vibrate with an alarm.

'Pill time!' the screen read. Since you had told him your pill schedule, he had set an alam himself to remind you to take it, even when he was away; he'd always take a second to call you and double check.

"Hey, Emily, I really need to make a call, do you mind if I step out for a second?" he asked apologetically.

"Lovers quarrel?" she brillantly deducted, but Luke couldn't bring himself to answer "Go. And, Luke, I know what this job can do to relationships. If you need to go back home, let me know." she reassured and he nodded in gratitude.

He moved away to a less concurred area to dial your number. He prayed you would still be content enough to pick up, and thankfully you did. "Hey" he said as soon as the call connected.

"Hey. Is everything okay?" you asked on the other side.

"Yeah, I just..." he made a slight pause "Have you taken your pills?" he inquired and you simply responded with silence; he quickly picked up on the cue "What did you have for breakfast?" he changed the question

"Half a bagel." you answered with slight shame, aware that he was probably judging you.

It angered him, honestly, that you couldn't take care of yourself, but at the same time, he knew, he struggled to understand, but he knew sometimes you just couldn't; what was really eating him was not that you didn't, it was that he couldn't be there to do it for you. "I'm coming home." he said resolutely.

"Luke, don't. I'm sorry, I'll try harder." you said, your voice starting to sound a little broken "I don't want you to end up resenting me if something happens with your job."

"What are you talking about?" he was taken aback by your confession "I could never resent you. I said something stupid, but at the end of the day I love you, and I want you to be okay."

"Sometimes it's just hard." you sobbed into the phone.

"I get it." he tried to comfort you. "Listen, we'll talk properly when I come back, but for now I need you to do me a favor. Get off the bed, drink at least one liter of water, take your pills, and for the love of god, order something to eat, and don't go sneaking bites to roxy." he said, his voice relaxing a little, coming out as his usual careless tone.

"Alright." your breath began to calm down "Thank you for being so patient with me."

"Hey, you love me enough to put up with my job, right?" he smiled to himself as he spoke "I can love you enough to be kind to that brain of yours."

[moosemann404]

Random bullshit headcanons for LU pre-GLaDOS I illustrated instead of talking to my family for Christmas

Look in shock and awe as I draw them completely differently each time

Now close ups and yapping abound

I’m actually horrible at drawing clothes and being time accurate at the same time uh oh. Doug seems like the kind of guy to have like 5 or 6 outfits and that’s it. At least 2 of those outfits are just what he wears to work. Also likes collars and buttons. The way he goes from work to casual is just taking off the coat and slipping on the vest. Hes got a suit jacket somewhere but that’s for when he needs to not be at work but also be dressed up.

I’m also horrible at facial hair so just… be nice to the man on the end he looks like shit.

Wheatley is a little more time period specific but also EXTREMELY outdated. His ass is NOT keeping up with trends. He’s a man who enjoys layers. I stole the upper half for his work clothes from @underhell69 because it was better than anything I could come up with.

This one down below was the first one I drew and you can tell I wasn’t exactly confident in drawing them just yet lmao

It’s always one of the default smart people things to have them be good at chess, or if the story is really going for lazy shorthand, they can solve a Rubix cube. So no, they’re both terrible at it. Wheatley suggested using house rules, but Doug was pretty sure that would break the game further. They prefer mancala.

Doug has insomnia. That is all. Wheatley usually puts a blanket over him if he finds him, or tries to use something as a pillow.

Not always in a bad mood but like 4/5 times, he’s angry or upset and he just wants to feel like a dancing queen. Wheatley is a big pop girlie, I will not elaborate. Man fucking loves his Eurovision.

Yes, that’s gen 1 Star Scream he’s holding. Despite Doug being primarily a programmer, he was pretty much forced to learn how to handle the hardware. Things Wheatley has asked Doug to build, despite this knowledge: lightsabers, a Dalek (no Doug, if you make it really small it’ll only exterminate bugs), many variety of Time Machine (he WONT break anything, stop saying that), transformers as seen above, a proton pack despite not believing in ghosts, a hover board.

Things Doug has actually built: A gundam from a kit (he has never watched gundam, he found it in a clearance bin), a number of small trinkets solely for Wheatley to fidget with, the outer casing of a lightsaber (the laser bits real hard)

Yes this is a Kafka Metamorphosis reference

I finally figured out how to draw them isn’t that neat. I stared at @beanzabear ‘s art until shapes made sense (sorry if this mention is annoying but you deserve credit for that and for getting me to use a softer color as my background :P). Is this kind of a spoiler if it’s something that happened in the past? Yeah, at some point they moved in together. Yes. They were roommates.

I could draw so much more but it’s getting to be a real problem, I think about them so much, my friend seven-gill had to tell me to go to sleep. I gave myself brain worms, no one else.

[kaycode1999]

hi heard you were doing some match ups and i was wondering if u could do me one

For starters, im a demisexual girl, still debating if im bi or simply a straight ally(in that case i'd kindly ask for a male counterpart), i don't want to be shipped with mk, mei, sandy, tang,pigsy bc i only see them as friends, and ao lie bc i already got him two times

i struggle with anxiety, abandonment, self worth and attachment issues and am currently working on my insomnia

Im a really sensitive person(tho not to the point of crying)my familly calls me a litteral drama queen

I sometimes feel like a useless third wheel, i rarely get angry at anything and always get along with anyone, my friends to confuse my goofy,friendly and open minded behavior for naivety and stupidety and i really hate it

For my aesthetic: i guess im a bit of everything depending on my mood, i like it when it matches, tho i do prefer hardcore colors like fushia, purple and dark blue, i also wear some moon and star themed jewelry i make myself

Im an ambivert, i socialize pretty well but prefer alone times

My love languages is physical affection(im not too clingy since i value personal space and boundaries more), words of affirmation, flirting lots of flirting and quality time and for me communication is the key, i don't really have a type but i am looking for someone loyal, who will love me and my insecurities and will accept that im badly crazy sometimes

i like drawing, mythology, reading, writing poems, painting, listening to music depending on my mood, studying dark entities(wich freaks my parents out), walking in the city(during night time),and i have a weird habit of collecting bird skull

I match you with

Macaque

The good thing is he knows first hand what its like to deal with anxiety, abandonment, self worth, attachment issues and feeling like a useless third wheel. Which means he has special knowledge of how to help you through it and/or do what he can to make sure he's never the cause of those feelings

With everything that's happened in his past, he actually views your demeanor as strong and intelligent. In his mind it takes no effort or intelligence to be cynical and mean, it's easy to do- but being friendly and kind shows your strength of character. ( Don't let him hear your friends putting you down for it or protective mode is ACTIVATED)

It simultaneously makes his heart swell with pride and makes him super flustered to see you wearing moon-themed anything because he compares himself to the Moon and Wukong to the Sun. (Please make him some matching ones he would love it😭)

Poor Monkey is honestly affection starved so he's not used to any of it. He's so thankful that you want to give him affection even though it makes him flustered. Its so cute though, his face gets so red with any kind of affection its adorable

Person B: what is this?

Person A: affection

Person B: disgusting

Person B:

Person B: do it again

This has actually happened before 😂😂

He never imagined he'd be lucky enough to be with you, so trust me once he is he's never leaving

He loves going on walks with you at night, he also finds the skull thing interesting

If you’re having trouble getting to sleep he’ll do whatever you want to help, just talking about random stuff or humming or just generally being there for you

[sillyromance]

Good day everyone!

Some predcanons (Pred!cybertronian/Prey!human) for transformers who I really like. Hope you'll enjoy!

TFP

1) Optimus Prime

This gorgeous, big Autobot leader would be quite gentle and careful with his prey. I think the main motive for him to swallow someone down would be a wish to protect them, especially if it comes to defending Jack, Raph or Mico. If he has time, he will definitely explain why he is doing it and how safe it is, so the person won't get frightened; in another case, Optimus will talk to the human inside him straight away after the danger is gone and stroke his middle a little to comfort his small friend who would be truly scared after being suddenly tossed into the mouth of a giant robot. Also he surely would be glad to help you with insomnia or bad mood, keeping you safe and warm in his soft, spacious fueltank (of course, if you give you permission). As for Prime's emotions, I suppose he would feel awkward walking around his team mates while having someone inside, although it would never stop him from chatting with his prey from time to time to be sure they're fine and rubbing his "stomach" in reassurance. He likes having his friends so close to his spark, loves how they taste and move in his tank, but he would never say it out loud because it's too personal information in his opinion.

2) Ratchet

Sweet, grumpy medic is very worried about his human friends' health and safety, so I think he would be the one who uses vore as panishment for those who skip sleep periods or put themselves in risky situations too much. At the same time, he would be a brilliant comforting pred who never fails to help someone escape the world when it's really necessary (especially if it comes to Raph). He would mentally prepare the person he's gulping down before everything happened because as "an emergency vehicle" he knows exactly what would scare them. While swallowing, this autobot would trace his prey's path through his tough body and sigh in relief when they fall in his fueltank; the little one would always feel some pressure of a giant hand from the outside which would pat and massage them, checking if everything is OK. Ratchet would be glad to be given some caresses from the inside too; he would smile wide if he did, surprising everyone around with soft and oddly loving face expression. But the bot would never admit he ate someone even to his friends (only to Optimus perhaps) because of deep embarrassment which he hides behind a perfect "poker face".

3) Ultra Magnus

This autobot is a severe type. He wouldn't let just anyone random enter his insides; this is unspeakably ridiculous for him. Showing someone the most fragile part of the body, his soft spot! Please! Are you crazy?.. However, if he has no other choice (his human combat is badly injured, unconscious or there is a threat of being captured for them) he will hide them within his body without any hesitation. Meanwhile, when the things are normal, he would be an unwilling pred; only a human he is really attached to, like a lover or the best friend, would be allowed to go down his fueltank. This way he would express the highest level of affection and trust he has for this person. In this case, his favourite time to do that is right before recharge when no one can see him and his soul mate; all lights are gone, there are just two of them. Magnus silently opens his mouth and puts his darling in, then gently swallows, concentrating on a stretching, wiggling weight which travels along his esophagus. When it reaches its destination, he lies on the berth, closes his optics and holds both servos on his middle, feelings his friend settling in. That all would be a casual, but important act between him and someone he cares about so much that even he can't deny it.

TFE (Earthspark)

1) Megatron

Ex-leader of the decepticon is undoubtedly a teaser who will bring you close to his carmin eyes and grin, intentionally showing his sharp dents, every time it comes to sending you down his throat! Although his jokes are never offensive for a prey. He gets a lot of pleasure from the whole situation and tries to prolong it as much as possible. At the same moment, Megatron would never do anything that could make his human friend uncomfortable; and the funny comments he gives to the prey always finally turn into some kind of appreciation of their taste, warmth, shape, delicate skin, how good they feel deep in his core etc. Like Optimus, he is very protective. As for his behaviour among transformers and humans, he wouldn't be bothered by their presence nearby while he's carrying someone inside him, but he wouldn't let anyone know until it's necessary 'cause he clearly understands how freaky it would sound. He is not a talker, but the prey would always feel that he remembers about them by small, light touches from the outside and double-meaning phrases he sometimes drops in front of others.

As an addition: this mech would be happy to teach his friend's bullies a goood lesson (if there are any) by swallowing them and keeping this fools inprisoned for some time without any respond to their shouting and crying. Of course, Megatron wouldn't mean any real harm and he would let them out later, but at least the guilty ones would see their mistake quite clearly...

2) Bumblebee

I think this kind-hearted, optimistically-yellow autobot is a cuddle enthusiast. He wouldn't mind making vore a casual ritual to make bonds with his human friends even stronger. Moreover, it would give him some comfort to know that someone he cares about is hidden in a place no one can reach without crushing Bumblebee himself apart first - what is not that easy! His spark just melts when it comes to inner rubbing - it inevitably sends shivering through all of his systems when tiny hands move across his sensitive fueltank's metal "flesh"... He doesn't mind multiple "passengers", but it's simple to make him sick by moving too much, so at the start Bee always asks for being cautious and still inside him. If someone questions him about the person he has swallowed, young autobot will calmly tell them the truth (and stop this poor fellow from panicking after); usually he is OK with his other friends to be aware about the situation (nevertheless if he was asked to keep everything a secret he undeniably would). Bumblebee is very comforting, thoughtful and caring pred, but there are times when he needs attention as well - so, for him vore is a kind of comfort and relaxation too.

[emiplayzmc]

One random fact about each and every one of my Addisons because I CAN:

-Target (Main Pink, jewellery maker, Cyber Shoes manager, tea shop owner)'s fav Light World flowers are bleeding hearts and foxgloves.

-Sample (Main Blue, Cyber Shoes II customer service) has insomnia. Only in his worst mental states can he actually sleep, but only very lightly.

-Banner (Main Orange, fashion designer and caterer) has a borderline unhealthy obsession with making Victorian-era clothes specifically for themself to put on display in their own closet. They can count on one hand the amount of outfits they've actually worn of that time period.

-Broadcast (Main Yellow, news / shopping channel host. Their only host.) is aromantic. YIPPEE.

-Spam (Addispam, email-man and ever-changing intern) learned how to make cars in his spare time by himself before he made it big. He never had actually used them, though - just kept them in an unused alleyway and mix-n-matched them in his spare time between delivering emails and internships.

♤~♤

-Click (Banner's boyfriend, baker and party caterer, Pink) lives in an attic above his bakery. It's small, but it feels like home to them. It has a stained glass window overlooking a highway on the other side of Main Street.

-Vice (Sample's co-worker / girlfriend, Service's Trojan, cashier at Cyber Shoes II, Orange) breaks into Sample's apartment at night to raid his fridge / watch TV for a while. She doesn't know that Sample is awake every time she does this and just lets her get away with it (they live in the same complex). She loves the nights that he makes stuff with leftovers for dinner.

-Snap (Broadcast's co-worker and best friend, camera-man, Green)'s favourite drink is a Shirley Temple. They've never been a fan of alcohol.

♤~♤

-Gamble (Mobile and Clickbait's father, casino owner, Blue), despite being an online advertisement, doesn't know much about how to actually use the Internet beyond posting his casino ads. Mobile tries to help him learn by giving him social media accounts, but he's basically like a grandpa using Facebook.

-Mobile (Clickbait’s elder sister, mobile advertiser [mainly in gambling / lottery / casino apps] and casino bartender, Yellow) prefers to go by Cooper / Couper, or Coop / Coup, her middle name - a reference to Martin Cooper, inventor of the mobile phone.

-Clickbait (Mobile's younger brother and Click's Trojan, clickbait advertiser [mainly making Couper's ads more flashy and clickable], casino bartender, Cyber Shoes II supervisor, gossip columnist, Pink)'s only 'true' friend is a young Werewerewire named Amp that he met in the Dark Web.

-Service (Manager / owner of Cyber Shoes II, Orange) has tapped Vice, Clickbait, and Sample's phones to monitor their activity on their phones, much to their displeasure.

♤~♤

-Hanahaki (placeholder name, Purple)'s favourite flowers are lavender and wisteria vines.

-Patient 0 (placeholder name, Pink) is one of the oldest Addisons to exist and hates being one. Not like Spamton and Sample do with just 'being a Darkner in general,' but actively hates the Addison species, and has days where he wants to destroy his casing to be unrecognizable as one... unfortunately he has enough damage to his endoskeleton as is without uncovering his entire inner skeleton.

♤~♤

[tinyboobsbignipples]

Insomnia.

Reader has trouble sleeping.

Abby Anderson x Reader

Word count: 1058

Warnings: Sfw. Established relationship. A very slight and tiny hint toward sex. Not proofread. Pet names used instead of y/n. Babe, bun, love. Reader referred to as girl.

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Your eyes watched the night sky. A faint breeze came through your open window. Every so often Abby would cuddle closer to the pillow she was holding when a cold gust of wind would fly through the room. You smiled to yourself seeing as the pillow was practically being crushed by Abby's strong arms. You were once in the pillow's place. After laying in bed for what seemed like hours you quickly replaced yourself with the pillow in hopes of not waking Abby. Usually, she would wake up when you removed yourself from her embrace but today she was extremely tired so you got lucky in not interrupting her slumber.

Now, you were sitting below the window ledge, you were positioned on your knees which were currently cushioned by your favorite pillow, blocking you from the hard floor. Your back was stretched as far as it could go and your forearms were against the ledge while your cheek was smashed into the back of your hands. You loved looking at the stars. It was always so peaceful at night. You looked at the clouds. You could only tell that they were there if you focused your eyes on them. As your eyes danced from star to star you began to hear the sound of your puffy comforter moving around. Your quickly turned toward your girlfriend.

The tired blonde had a confused expression on her face as she began to realize you weren't laying next to her. She searched around the bed, her sleepy state making her mind take a few seconds longer to fully register that you weren't in bed. "Babe?" Her raspy voice asks although it could have easily been mistaken for a random groan. "I'm right here." You call out. She looks up to you and her shoulders instantly relax seeing as you're okay and still in the room with her. "What are you still doing up, bun?" Abby asks. "I can't sleep." You respond simply and look back up at the moon. "Looking at the sky again?" She asks. "Mhm," You hum with a slight nod. "The stars seem brighter tonight for some reason."

Abby lays back down and stares at the ceiling. You both know that she won't be able to fall back asleep unless she is able to feel you. The silence that filled the room was interrupted by a sigh from Abby. "Do you want to come up here or am I gonna have to go down there with you?" Abby asked as she propped herself up on her forearms. She knew all too well about your insomnia and she was sure you had tried to fall asleep many times before you decided to get up and sit on the floor. "I dunno." You responded. You looked at the clock. 4:38 am. "I can't sleep. I've tried everything." You mumbled referring to a book Abby had gifted you not too long ago. While she was out she found a book full of methods to help insomniacs sleep. However, none seemed to help your case.

"I'm sorry, bun," Abby said. You moved from your perched position and laid down on the bed next to Abby. "Can we stay awake together?" You ask as you look into her eyes. "Yeah, we can. I'll stay awake while you're still up." Abby yawned. "What do ya' wanna talk about?" Abby asks knowing that conversation always manages to get a yawn out of you. "I dunno." You say making Abby chuckle slightly. "Well, what's on your mind?" Your girlfriend asks you. You take a second to respond, trying to think of an answer. "I was just looking at the stars. My thoughts were kind of, I don't know, frozen? I guess. Like I wasn't really thinking? I don't know how to explain it..." You sigh. "... Do you think it's too late for me to go to bed? Should I just wait for the morning?" You ask.

Abby turned her head to look at the clock even though no matter what time was shown Abby would have given you the same answer. "You need your rest, love. You know how you get when you're low on sleep." You sighed knowing Abby was right. You scoot closer to Abby, resting your head on her chest. Your arm wrapped around her torso and you threw your leg over hers. Her strong arm wrapped around your body securing your position. She placed a soft kiss on your forehead. The two of you lay there with each other. Neither of you said anything. A few minutes passed by and you were almost sure she had fallen asleep but to your surprise, she spoke up.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" The blonde asks. You shook your head 'no.' Her hand trailed down to the waistband of your shorts. Her fingertips toyed with the elastic. You giggled at her silent suggestions. "No." You grinned. "No?" Abby asked. With the tone of her voice, you could tell she was smiling. "I think that's a first." She joked and removes her fingers that were tucked under your waistband and moved them to your waist.

"Shut up." You yawn and push your head further into Abby's chest. With her free hand, she moved a strand of hair that was covering your face. "That's my girl." She praised as you yawned into her chest. You blush at the girl's words. She kissed your forehead again and began rubbing your back. You close your eyes and focus all of your attention on Abby. The way her hand was slowly but surely hiking up your thin t-shirt with the way her hand was going up and down your back. Her chest rose and fell with every breath she took. Your breathing was in sync with hers. You focused your hearing on the sound of her breath and her soothing heartbeat which was right below your ear.

Soon enough you let sleep take over you. Abby wasn't sure when exactly it happened but it was now 5:12 am. She fought sleep for as long as she could. Every time she felt her eyes closing she lifted her eyebrows in an attempt to lift her heavy eyelids. She kissed your forehead once more then finally let herself fall asleep with the morning sunrise peeking through the window.

[idyllic-affections]

venti and xiao would be the best big brothers!!

venti would sing you to sleep whenever you seem to have trouble doing it yourself, and xiao would just loom over you /j

xiao would be so protective though i think

when their sibling can't sleep.

summary. how do venti and xiao comfort a sleepless little sibling?

trigger & content warnings. insomnia.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. comfort. venti & younger sibling!reader, xiao & younger sibling!reader. 0.5k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. youre so right alyssa (are we on first name basis? idk, please tell me if not haha) they would be the best big brothers!!! i imagine that anemo boys in general are just good brothers..... i should write for kazuha. i love him and i dont talk about it enough HSKSGAJFJF

what do venti and xiao do when their sibling can't sleep?

venti gives the best comfort tbh. oh, [name] can't sleep? he's there in an instant. no hesitation. they'll be tossing and turning and suddenly, the windborne bard is tapping at their window with a grin and a wave. archons know where he gets that information from (the thousand winds told him, but no-one needs to know that the chatty little wind wisps are his source! it's a trade secret!), so it seems like he just has some kind of sixth sense for when they can't sleep because he's always there when it happens. he'll gently lay their head in his lap, gingerly fidgeting with their hair if he's not playing his lyre that night in particular. sometimes he'll rub little patterns on the skin of their shoulder and upper arm; his calloused fingertips are oddly soothing. his voice is undoubtedly akin to that of a siren's. he is a bard, after all. his voice is his career.

of course, in this case, his voice is his tool to get his baby sibling to fall asleep.

i like to think venti would sing them a lullaby from old mondstadt, maybe one he learned from one of his friends. he might opt for a softer version of a folk song, or maybe a lullaby he picked up from a different nation entirely. who knows? whatever he settles on, he expects nothing in return.

he usually doesn't stay the whole night through, but when he does, it's because he himself is struggling mentally and needs the company just as much as they do.

ultimately, venti is free as the wind, a fleeting yet soothing touch of comfort to ease the one he loves into getting a good night's rest.

xiao definitely just... looms ominously in the corner. /lh

he's not like venti in that he just knows when they can't sleep—more often than not, they have to call out for him. he'll always, always appear without fail when it comes to them. he always encourages them to call his name if something is wrong. sometimes, however, he might check up on them randomly and find out that way. he's very protective, indeed, and often checks on them in the middle of the night at random times.

nevertheless, he finds out somehow.

xiao cannot offer many words. he just isn't very articulate when it comes to offering comfort. he can, however, offer to cuddle with them if they so desire (he is hesitant, though; xiao is very terrified of harming them. he never wants to hurt them in any way. he'd never forgive himself if he did).

if his presence alone is comforting enough, then he'll stalk around their room, likely settling at the foot of their bed or somewhere where he can see them and silently and effectively get rid of any potential threats that might appear.

it's very unlikely that someone would break in or that a monster would appear, but xiao is on edge nonetheless. he's protective. he would never let anything or anyone even get close to bringing them harm.

xiao is, unlike venti, the lingering presence that scares off anything that might be preventing the one he loves from getting a good night's rest.

they're both very good brothers, they just show it in different ways. <3

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Can we plssss get a sick and sleepy Matty trying to plan the perfect Valentine's night out with reader before she finally forces him home to down some Nyquil and catch some z's? I would dieeeeeeeeeee

You Go To My Head

Summary: The plans that Matty has arranged for you to celebrate your first Valentine's Day together are out the window when he becomes ill, but staying in to take care of him doesn't mean the day is ruined. And you assure him of it by saying those words he hasn't heard you say before.

Word count: 9.1k

A/N: Got this request a little after Valentine's Day and I've finally got the chance to come around giving it the proper time and attention to write it. The chance being me playing Billie Holiday to help me battle a sudden case of insomnia which ended up in too many ideas for this flooding every corner of my mind and staying up all night writing it. I hope you enjoy this one as it's pure fluff, unlike the previous Matty one shot I put out lol (sorry about that one), and thank you for reading! x

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You’ve known Matty for almost a year, four months of which you’ve been dating and after all that time, you have grown to know him like the back of your hand.

It’s the morning of February 14th, Valentine’s day, and it’s the first one you get to celebrate as a couple so Matty has been talking about making it the best night for ages.

There’s absolutely no complaints from your side, you find it absolutely adorable how much he has been taking different things you say into consideration for the day to end up being perfect.

For instance, one random day at the start of January when you had been drinking at your best friend’s house, Matty was sitting beside you with his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles on your skin as the whole group of ten people sat around the living room engaged in conversation and you had asked which wine it was that you were drinking because you found it delicious.

Your best friend’s fiancé had stood up to get the empty bottle for you and once he handed it to you, you read it out loud a couple times to memorize it.

“This might be the best wine I’ve ever had. I love it.” Was all you had said, setting the bottle back down on the coffee table in front of you before going back to your conversation.

But you noticed the absence of Matty’s touch then and when you went to complain about it, you found him writing something down on the notes app of his phone.

“Babe? What are you doing?” You asked after letting out a little giggle.

You didn’t want to pry but the note seemed to be filled up with bullet points and you were curious to know what it was that he was so urgently writing.

It was a relief to your curiosity that he showed you his screen and quietly said, “Just writing down that wine so I can get it for us for Valentine’s day dinner.”

You quickly scanned through the rest of his bullet points and grinned hard at seeing written down multiple things you had casually mentioned weeks before, not only to him but to others in conversations where he was standing right beside you.

You chuckled reading one of them saying, ‘Green lingerie is her favorite.’ and not being able to hold yourself back, you cupped his jaw and gave him a quick kiss.

“You’re adorable aren’t you?”

His cheeks went the slightest bit pink as he rolled his eyes playfully. It didn’t take much from you for him to be putty in your hands.

But today you have woken up to sniffles and sneezing from him, a particularly loud one startles you out of sleep making you sit up against the headboard of his bed with a frown.

“You alright, honey?” You ask him, your eyes struggling to open up at the brightness of his bedside table light.

You can make Matty up to be standing right at the foot of the bed, putting his joggers on. He hums in response, and it sounds a bit groggy but he goes up to you, kisses your temple and gets you to lay back down.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.” Your boyfriend apologizes, brushing some of your hair off your face, “Go back to sleep, alright? I’ll be right back.”

You frown with your eyes closed, still half asleep so you forget you can ask him why and where he’s going but his soft touch and the little kisses he’s leaving on your head have you falling back into slumber.

Not sure of how much time later, you wake up to his door opening and see him very carefully walking up to the bed. He’s carrying a tray filled with food, a small bouquet of your favorite flowers on his right hand as well, and it makes you coo as you sit up to get it from him.

“Awh babe, this is so cute!” You say as he takes the last few steps to get to you.

“Happy Valentine’s—“ Matty starts but, out of the blue, his face is scrunching up like he’s in pain and you take the tray and the flowers from him rather quickly and in a slight panic.

Seems like you made the right decision taking it from him when you could because he turns away from you fast and lets out a loud string of sneezes into his elbow.

You wait until he’s done, pressing your lips together to not laugh because even though you feel bad for him, it was funny.

He freezes for a few seconds until he’s sure he isn’t sneezing again and, sniffling, he turns around to face you again.

A big smile tugs at the corner of his lips and he resumes what he was saying before, “Happy Valentine’s day, babe.”

Pure happiness radiates off you then, you scrunch up your nose at him, looking down at your breakfast in bed and then back up at him.

“Happy Valentine’s day, honey.” You reciprocate, resting the tray beside you on the bed and reaching your arms out so he can give you a cuddle.

With fast strides the singer comes to you and crushes you in a tight hug, you relish in his hold until he’s pulling back to leave loads of kisses all over your face.

You giggle as he does so and the butterflies that erupt in your stomach have you filling up with warmth.

His lips fall all over your face and finish with a loud kiss on your lips, one which you both end up elongating and you would’ve ended up getting carried away if it wasn’t for another sneeze he feels coming which makes him suddenly get away from you again.

“Fucking hell.” Matty curses through his teeth, groaning lowly before he walks back up to bed and sits right beside you.

You’re just watching him as he comes to sit with you on his bed and you take note of the way he seems to plop down on it and his eyes automatically close for a fair few seconds before he forces them back open and sends a toothy smile your way.

You have to ask again despite knowing he’ll continue to say he’s fine, “You okay there babe? You look like you’re becoming ill.”

One of your hands comes up to check on how warm his face is, pressing the back of it on his forehead and you can feel he’s warm but not enough to say he’s got a fever, or at least you can’t tell because he barely gives you any time to check as he grabs your hand to kiss it multiple times and then intertwines your fingers.

Matty nods with a soft smile, “I’m okay babe, I think it’s just hay-fever.”

Your eyes narrow at him, because it’s not even hay-fever season but you’ll just give him the satisfaction of ‘believing’ him this time.

“Right, hay-fever.” You reply, a bit of amusement in your tone.

But he wants to distract you from his state so he squeezes your hand and points at your breakfast in between both of you. “I tried my best but it looks peng, doesn’t it?” He asks all proud of himself and it truly does look amazing.

Your mouth waters looking at everything he’s made for your full english breakfast, and you note that he’s made you your favorite tea as well and there’s a blueberry muffin on the side too.

“Looks amazing. Thank you so much, babe.” You turn to cup his jaw and peck his lips, but he steals a couple more kisses before you can turn back to your food.

You see there’s only food for you though, so you frown and ask him, “Have you eaten already?”

Your boyfriend shakes his head, “No, I’m not hungry yet.”

And that only makes your frown grow deeper, he’s always snacking on something and it’s late enough now for him to at least have had a piece of toast and a cup of coffee.

“We can share.” You state, diving right in for your beans and toast.

He waves you off saying, “It’s okay babe, I’m really not hungry.”

But you won’t have that so, taking a bite of your food and munching on it, you bring the toast with beans up to him. Your hand is cupped right under so it doesn’t spill, and you’re very careful as you take it closer to his mouth.

“Open up.” You tell him once you swallow, bringing the toast right up to his lips but he shakes his head like a little kid. “It’s gonna spill and you’re the one that’s gonna have to change the sheets.” You point out as you watch the toast getting more soaked by the beans and them slowly sliding to the sides.

Reluctantly, Matty opens up his mouth and takes a bite. You smile satisfied at him and kiss his cheek as if to reward him for listening to you.

That goes on with the rest of your breakfast, making him take bites of it with you and it’s when you’re halfway done with it that he gets his appetite back and he’s the one eating most of what is left. Not that you mind though, you happily let him eat the rest of it since you’re already feeling quite full and you still have a full cup of tea and your muffin left.

When you finish eating, he takes the tray away and comes back to lay with you. You end up watching some films, cuddled up in bed—his head hidden in your neck as you scratch his head and play with his curls. But turns out, an hour into the first one, sleep takes over him again and you’re left watching some horror movie on your own with his soft snoring as background noise.

You really adore moments like this and your heart grows in your chest when he clutches you a bit tighter in the middle of his sleep, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

You have to bite your tongue to not let out a little screech, it’s honestly embarrassing how everything he does makes you want to react like a schoolgirl with a crush.

He’s your boyfriend, yet you always react like this and you’re learning to happily let yourself react to the feelings that overcome you rather than be embarrassed as he always likes to remind you those are the little things that made him become more infatuated with you.

It had been how genuine you always were about your feelings and opinions that made him feel so comfortable with you from the moment you met and it’s why he hadn’t felt like getting closer to you was a hardship.

Matty was one of those people to keep his old friends around rather than make new ones but with you it was so easy to welcome another person into his life and make you a priority like you’d known each other for ages.

That’s why there hadn’t even been a doubt in his mind to take you home with him for the holidays, despite you two only being together for two months. He knew regardless of anything, you’d be a constant in his life.

And you had never felt more right throwing yourself right into him, even if there had been some people warning you about stuff from his past, you had heard it all from him and you knew it wasn’t something to push him away for.

He was so special to you, you had grown fond of him so quickly and it had been scary at first but finding out he felt the same way as you did was such a relief. You still remember that day vividly and it’s mental to think how he manages to make your stomach flip and your chest tighten just the same as he did that day when he confessed he really liked you.

You fully have lost track of the film you’re now watching, too submerged in your thoughts and your feelings for the curly haired man that’s got his hold still around you, so when you snap back into reality and you see the graphic death that has just happened, you accidentally voice out loud your aversion for it.

“Ew, fucking disgusting.” You let out, a bit too loud which has Matty squirming in your arms.

“What?” he asks against your chest, his voice low and deep from sleep.

You curse under your breath and resume scratching his head, “Nothing, sorry babe. Go back to sleep.”

Your boyfriend hums in acknowledgment of what you’ve said but the sudden reminder of which day it is has him jolting awake. Your arms fall beside you as you watch him sit up and rub his eyes, you’re about to tell him once again that he should go back to sleep when he turns to look at you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” His nose is stuffy and you can hear it in his voice, his tone weak and nasal.

You snort at his apology, as if there was any need for one. “Why are you apologizing?” You rhetorically ask, “I always do that to you and you don’t like it when I apologize for it.”

His head falls to rest on your shoulder and he yawns before replying, “It’s Valentine’s day, I shouldn’t be falling asleep on you today when we have so much to do.”

You grin at his words, “Oh right, what’s all that we have to do?” He reaches out for your hand and intertwines your fingers then, humming when feeling your warm touch.

In his hazy mind, he’s about to tell you what he had been planning but he realizes just in time to keep the words from spilling out. He tuts at you, lifting his head off your shoulder and narrowing his eyes at you like he’s caught you red handed, “Oh you think you’re slick, don’t you?”

Using your intertwined hands, Matty wraps his and your arm around your front to pull you flush against him, his lips fall to your neck where he leaves a trail of loud open mouthed kisses that end up in you giggling from his curls tickling you.

“I’m just curious.” You correct him in between your laughter and that statement has him pulling away to look at you with a smirk on his face.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” He chats back, trying to tease you like he always does.

But you boop his nose, seeing straight through him, “Don’t act like you don’t want to tell me.”

And you get him there because he’s been biting his tongue far too long to not ruin the day he’s planned for you both. Yet he still tries to act like you’ve just made a wrong statement, making a mime of zipping his mouth closed and throwing away the key.

You roll your eyes with a smile on your face, not surprised by his antics and then you’re unwrapping your arms from around your front so you can get out of bed.

He doesn’t let you at first, pulling you in impossibly closer and after chuckling at him, you tap his arm with your free hand to let him know, “If you’re not telling me what it is then at least let me bring your gift.”

The news of you having a present for him makes it easy for you to slip out of his hold and when he sees you take the first few steps towards the door of his room, he’s telling you, “Babe I told you not to get me anything.”

You shrug like you don’t really care for those words, “And since when should I listen to you?”

You’re out of his room in no time, not giving him the chance to respond but he’s there propped up against his headboard with a massive grin on his face.

Matty knows he fucking adores you, but he hasn’t had the courage to say it yet and despite being almost certain you feel the same way, there’s that nagging feeling in the back of his head that loves to remind him things like this are too good to be happening to him and they always get taken away from him when he least expects them.

He would’ve started spiraling if it wasn’t for your voice pulling him out of his awful train of thought. “Close your eyes!” You instruct him, poking your head through the door but keeping his gift away from his eyesight.

The singer does as you tell him and keeps his eyes shut until he feels the bed dipping in front of him and there’s a particular type of cold touching his knee.

The second he opens his eyes, he’s met with a gorgeous Fender acoustic guitar. The mahogany shines beautifully under the light coming through the half open curtains and he’s just admiring all of its details for a minute before he’s looking back up at you with a grin that’s hurting his cheeks but he can’t wipe off his face.

He pounces on your lips, kissing you sweetly but intently and you can feel the ‘thank you’ through it. You’re kissing in a slightly uncomfortable position since the guitar is still in between you both so it isn’t long after that you part from each other.

Matty makes sure to peck your lips as many times as he can before taking another full look at his new possession.

“D’you like it?” You ask shyly, like the spark in his eyes isn’t proof enough that he loves it.

He’s lifted the guitar now and positioned it against his chest to start strumming softly and tune it, “I fucking love it Y/N. Thank you babe.” He leans back in for another kiss and you meet him in the middle, cupping his jaw to kiss him properly.

You press the tip of your nose against his in a eskimo kiss before sitting back in your spot, and you watch him as he finds himself teasing melodies out of his neck guitar. He felt like something had shifted back to normal when having it in his arms, and it’s because his favorite acoustic guitar had gotten lost on the tour and he’d been putting off getting one to replace it because he still had hope of it appearing.

It was also because he had some sort of emotional connection to it that he hadn’t wanted to accept was a memory now but with you gifting him this one, he knew it wouldn’t be sad to let the other one be left in the past.

“Where was this?” He asks curiously when remembering it took you a couple of minutes to get it and he hadn’t seen you arrive with anything the day before other than your handbag.

You’re proud of yourself for finding the perfect spot to hide it days before, “I hid it away in the spare room’s wardrobe like a week ago.”

Matty cackles at your smug expression and gives you the win because he’s sure it happened the day you told him you were coming by to pick up something you had forgotten but he hadn’t been home. He hadn’t suspected a thing because you actually had taken something of yours with you, so it was a job well done.

Before he has the chance to compliment your intelligence, you are asking, “Can I now know what we’re gonna do?”

He narrows his eyes at you and you look at him innocently so he ends up nodding a few seconds later but before he can tell you a thing, the need to sneeze comes to him.

You chuckle as he sneezes continuously but hold your breath when he stops, you’re fully amused by the way he tries to act like nothing’s wrong as he ignores what’s just happened and rests the guitar on the floor by the bed to leave the room to get something.

He comes back five minutes later, his steps slow as he comes back to where you’re sitting but instead of sitting next to you, he rests the big box that has your name written on it and drops facedown on the bed.

Snorting out a laugh, you run your nails up and down his back a few times before taking your soft touch up his neck and to his head.

He moans in pleasure when you massage his scalp, softly tugging at the roots of his hair and your cheeks heat up at the memories of the night before when you were listening to those sweet sounds of his falling right down your ear.

You don’t mind giving him all of your attention but you’re so intrigued about what’s in the box, you break the silence with a quiet, “Can I open it?”

That question brings Matty back to reality, his head whipping up far too quickly for it not to have hurt and you are confirmed of it when he lets out a groan in pain but he doesn’t let you ask if you’re okay because he’s bringing your attention back to your present.

“‘Course and get excited, you’re gonna love it.”

He sounds so sure of it, your hands rush to rip open the box and it’s such an eager response that it has him cackling with his eyes half open.

Turning to look at him distracts you from getting a peek through a hole you just managed to rip through the box, but when you feel you have fully opened one of the lids your eyes are back on the gift.

You gasp the moment you catch the glimpse of the cover of a My Bloody Valentine rare vinyl you’ve been hunting down for so long. Your reaction only gets funnier when you lift it up and find a handful of the rare edition vinyl you have always wanted to get.

Sonic Youth, Bjork, Pink Floyd, Tears for Fears, Jeff Buckley, PJ Harvey, The Rolling Stones.

Music had been one of the things you’d bonded over since the very beginning, finding out you were an avid vinyl collector was interesting to him and when you shared your extensive knowledge about many limited and rare editions, he’d been blown away by your hobby.

It was a talent really, how much you knew and how easy it was for you to grasp all the information you managed to find. He’d gone record shopping with you many times and you’ve taught him many things about the world of pressed records.

Using your various tracking down tricks, he had managed to get friends in Japan to look for the records he remembered you’d mentioned times before, even when you were just friends, and that’s how he’d managed to find you the gems that were right in front of you now.

“Holy shit!” You say admiring your new records, your heart bursting in your chest just from knowing he listened and remembered the small things you say. “Thank you!” you almost shout, throwing yourself over him.

Cupping his jaw with one of your hands while the other keeps you hovering over him, you kiss him with pure gratefulness radiating through you. Your hand goes from his jaw to tangle in his hair and pulling on it softly makes the kiss grow needy.

Your hips come down to press over his, and slowly you start rolling them over his, the friction making you shudder over him. His hands go to get a hold of your hips, guiding your movements to match his as he starts meeting you in the middle.

But then he breaks the kiss, once again feeling the need to sneeze. You sit up, straddling him, waiting for the inevitable to happen. You bite your tongue as you watch him about to sneeze but then it’s like, after seconds of buildup, it goes away and all he lets out is a frustrated sigh.

His arm comes to rest over his eyes and you giggle at his defeat. Leaning down, you press a chaste kiss on his lips and get off him to continue looking through your box because you’re certain you caught a glimpse of something else underneath your new LPs.

And you’re right because you find a medium sized white box with a red ribbon tied around it that reads Valentino in big red letters and you know just what he’s done.

“Matthew!” You scold him loudly and it seems that he has been falling asleep because he gets startled and is quick to sit up.

He frowns when he sees the box in your hand but you don’t seem to want to open it, “What’s wrong?”

You look back down at the box and up at him, “If this is what I think it is, I can’t accept it.”

“What do you mean you can’t?” He asks confused, “You’ve been dying to get it babe, and if you weren’t buying it yourself then I was definitely gonna buy it for you.”

You whine at his words because you know what this is now, a dress you had fallen in love with a few months ago and you had ended up trying it on, sending him a bunch of pictures which he unfortunately had come around to see far too late for he was on stage when you sent them and when he’d said, Please tell me you got it, you look so stunning babe xx you had burst his bubble saying it was too much of a splurge for a dress you’d only get to wear a few times.

When you undo the ribbon and take the lid off, you’re met with the dress and it kills you how much you want to keep it but he’s already got you the records, and adding what you knew the dress costs was too much for you to accept.

“I can’t.” you say once more, putting the box down and away from your eyesight so it’s less sad to see it go again.

But your boyfriend will not have that, he knows just how much you love it from how pained you look when saying you can’t take it.

“Yes you can and you will.” He states, there’s no more arguing about it when he adds, “It’s never too much when it comes to you babe and I don’t care about the cost of things when it means I can make you happy.”

You sigh, your hands hesitating to grab the white box again but then you feel his hand come over your thigh, tracing figures on your skin and with his best puppy eyes, he says, “Try it on for me please?”

It’s a debate inside you that goes for longer than needed so he scoots a bit further down the bed to be right beside you. Both his hands go to brush your hair behind your ears and then cup your jaw, “I’m dying to see you wearing it in front of me babe, I’ve been thinking about this dress since the moment I saw those pictures. And you’ll have to know I got it for you as soon as I got back home, I was just keeping it so you could wear it tonight.”

Your eyes are staring right at his, taking in the honesty that shines through them in silence, but you let out some giggles when he adds, “Meaning it’s been a while too so I can’t really return it now.”

You press your lips against his before standing up and going to his ensuite because if you’re gonna try on a pretty dress then at least you want to look presentable. So ten minutes after you’ve done your skincare and freshened up—and heard Matty sneeze about three more times—, you walk out of the bathroom with the dress on and a smile that’s making you glow.

He gasps dramatically the second he sees you, somehow triggering another sneeze that makes him splay out on bed and stay staring at the ceiling for a long minute. You cackle so loud at him, not even being able to say ‘bless you’ to him from how amusing you find it.

“Right, don’t laugh at me woman,” He scorns you as he sits back up on the edge of his bed, “I was about to compliment you.”

You try to gather yourself, swallowing chuckles as you try and take a deep breath yet the entertained smirk doesn’t leave your face.

He ignores it to resume his dramatics, wolf whistling as you strut slowly towards him and spin around right in front of him.

His hands hold you by your hips and he rises to his feet to stand in front of you, “If you look like this right now, I think I might have a heart attack later tonight.” His hot breath hits your lips and you’re just begging for him to kiss you then.

Matty knows it so he goes to tease you by resting his forehead on yours, to make you beg for the kiss but the second you feel his skin on yours, you’re gasping and leaning back surprised.

“You’re burning up.” Your eyes are open wide and your hand goes instantly to feel how hot his face is. No wonder his eyes look glassy and his cheeks are pink.

He shakes his head, pulling you closer to his front by your waist and hiding in your neck, “I’m okay babe, just a bit tired.” He leaves a few soft kisses on your skin but you’re far too aware of how hot he feels against your skin and you need to help him get his temperature down.

“Yeah, no.” You reply disagreeing with his words, he’s trying to dismiss this now to be able to go through with your plans but that’ll only have him being miserable later and that’ll be worse for himself. “You need to take a warm shower right now.”

A warm shower when you were getting a fever was always something your mom had forced you to do, and it’s your holy grail whenever you feel yourself becoming ill.

Matty only groans in response to your instructions, he would rather sleep it off than get in the shower and end up shivering when coming out from under the water no matter how hot it could be.

And since you know your boyfriend so well, you add a little detail you’re completely sure he won’t turn down.

“I’ll join you,” You say, pulling on his hair softly so he comes out of his hiding place on your neck. “Deal?” You ask looking right into his eyes and you have to bite your bottom lip so you don’t laugh at the way his face lights up and he eagerly nods.

You make him go into his ensuite first, going to the kitchen to get him ibuprofen and a glass of water. Once you make it back to where he is, you find him languidly getting rid of his shirt and joggers.

He looks like he’s in pain just to be standing there in his boxers, hugging himself but when his eyes fall on your figure leaning on the doorway, he switches his pout for a soft smile that reaches his tired eyes.

Before you can wrap your arms around him, you put the glass and the pills out for him to grab, “Take this first please.”

The only thing that keeps him from complaining and putting it off is the fact that the sooner he takes the ibuprofen, the sooner you’d jump in the shower with him. So he quickly swallows back the medicine with a gulp of water, leaving the half full glass forgotten by the sink.

The shower doesn’t quite turn out like you would’ve liked on a day like today, the second he steps under the warm water it’s like he becomes aware of every single one of his achy muscles and he barely makes an effort to move.

You help him wash his hair, softly massaging his scalp and smiling at the noises he’s making from how good your touch feels. He tries to wash yours but he almost feels too sore to not groan when moving around, you laugh and tease him by telling him, “You’re a big baby.” but taking the task from his hands.

It ends up being a quiet and mindful shower, where every kiss that you share is one of appreciation and care. It’s a stark comparison to any other shower you’ve shared before but you both really quite like how it has turned out even if Matty was the one aching through it.

He dries himself up as quickly as he can, shivering once out of the glass walls of the shower and, despite the steam keeping the wet room warmer than his room, he’s feeling the change of temperature intensely.

You come back with new clothes for him, a pair of joggers and a knit sweater he stole from you, and you both get changed at the same time.

Coming back out to his bedroom, he makes a quick run for his bed but you tut him when he’s about to dive into his pillows with wet hair.

Getting a hold of his hand, you make him sit at the edge of the bed, “I need to dry your hair first babe. You’ll only get worse if you go to sleep with a wet head.”

He hums, letting his eyes close as you leave to get the hair dryer. You’re back in under a minute but it feels far too long for him so when you’re back standing in front of him, after plugging the dryer in, he lets his head fall on your stomach and his arms wrap around your waist.

Looking down at him, you coo and get to drying his hair so he can get the rest he so desperately needs. The constant hum of the hair dryer drowns your ears for a little over ten minutes, your fingers brush through his locks as the hot air blows and dries them up.

Whenever he sneezes, you feel him tremble in your arms but never does his hold on you falter, it only tightens and you truly feel so bad he’s gotten this ill in a matter of hours.

You make sure the hair at the nape of his neck is properly dry, and once you deem your work done, you leave a kiss on top of his head, your senses filling up with the scent of his shampoo and his curls tickling your face just the way you love.

Rubbing circles on his back, you let him know he can now properly get in bed, “All done now, honey.”

He turns his head to kiss your stomach over your—his—shirt and then lets himself fall back on the bed. As you unplug the dryer, you watch him shuffle under the covers, pulling them all the way up to his chin.

You shake your head, letting yourself get amused by how much he acts like a little kid when he’s ill. It’s not something you’ve gone through with him before so you find yourself memorizing every second of this new experience.

Picking up your box that’s still sat at the foot of the bed, you start cleaning up what you’ve left around the room: your clothes from the night before going to the laundry bin, hanging your coats up in his dresser and placing your forgotten shoes back in their place.

Your soft singing is suddenly interrupted by Matty’s voice when he says, “We have a reservation at seven.”

It honestly makes you laugh, firstly because he startled you and second because he’s been hating having to move an inch of his body and now he wants to continue with your plans. “Babe, we’re not going.”

“Why?” He asks all frustrated, propping himself up on his elbows to sit up but his own body gives him the answer when he sneezes again. Defeated, he lets out a sigh and lets himself fall back down over the pillows before proposing something else, “Just let me take a quick nap and I’ll be up just in time, I promise. I’ve already ruined the plan of taking you to Kew Gardens, I wanna go on our date babe.”

Walking up to him, you get in bed and he scoots to the side so there’s enough space for you to lay down and cuddle him. “You’ve not ruined anything.” You say first, not letting him blame himself for coming down with a cold, “You’re gonna rest and we’re gonna cuddle until you feel better plus I can order some food and we’ll just eat here.” Honestly, avoiding the trouble of getting ready to go out sounds amazing and it’s much better to know you’ll be staying in, in bed with him.

He almost lets himself get carried away by the feeling of your fingers brushing his hair back until he hears you hum and say a quiet, “There we go.” when his eyes start to close.

“But–” He tries to argue when he opens up his eyes to look up at you.

“Nothing.” Your index finger presses over his pink lips and you shake your head, “We’re staying in. Now close those pretty eyes of yours and get some sleep.”

Letting the compliment get to his head, he smirks and teases you by calling you, “Bossy.”

You’re glad he’s not poorly enough to stop teasing you and taking it as a good sign, you just go to tell him, “I’m gonna order some takeout okay? I’ll be right back.”

He hums in response and you leave his side with a kiss on his forehead which still feels hot under your touch. You make sure to bring the covers down a bit before you leave, not wanting him to stay too warm and allowing the fever to continue.

As you order, you keep your voice as quiet as possible to not disturb his sleep, though you’re so far away from his bedroom it’s almost impossible for you to wake him up by being on the phone for five minutes.

With the promise of your food being there in forty five minutes, you hang up and leave your phone there on the kitchen island.

When you come back to his room, you find him peacefully snoring away, now resting on his belly as he clutches your pillow. You turn right back around to get your phone, getting the strong urge to take a picture of him like that, and once the moment is captured and saved in your camera roll, you quietly walk over to his side and check on his temperature again.

You think about how there’s a pharmacy very close by and it would merely take you ten minutes to get there and back, and by the way his temperature seems to stay the same then you feel the need to get him stronger medicine.

So rushing out his house, you are basically power walking to the store. The second you step through the doors, you almost miss greeting the person behind the counter that says ‘hi’ to you and you make a beeline straight for the cold medicine.

When you have two packets, just in case, you walk past a display of Vicks Vaporub and in a quick decision, you take one of the little containers over to the counter with you.

In less than ten minutes you’re back at Matty’s, quickly shedding off your big coat and toeing off your shoes by the door making the least noise as possible.

You bite your tongue and try to keep your steps slow and quiet as you reach his bedroom and in concentration to keep the silence, you get completely startled by Matty’s voice when he asks, “Where’d you go?”

Cursing under your breath, you hold your hand over your heart, “Sorry, I went to get some medicine for you but I didn’t want to wake you up to tell you I was leaving.”

He has a pout on his face when he turns to rest on his side and looks at you standing by the door, “I thought I was having a nightmare.”

“I’m here babe.” You smile sweetly at him but then you raise the little bag you’ve got in your right hand, “I need you to take this right now.”

Your boyfriend watches as you take out the cold medicine, leaving one of the packets on top of his drawer along with the Vicks Vaporub, and opening the box you were gonna use as you approached him.

You pop two capsules on the palm of his hand and he downs them with the half full bottle of water that’s resting on his bedside table.

As he does that, you stand back up to get the mentholated ointment and you’re about to tell him to lay on his stomach so you can rub some on his back when he interrupts you with an inquiry of his own.

“Is the food here yet? I’m hungry.” He’s not really aware of how long he’s dozed off for but it did feel like it had been a long while since he remembered having had his eyes open.

Smiling down at him, because you’re glad his appetite is back, you check the time on your phone before giving him an answer, “Should be here soon, actually.” Maybe twenty more minutes until it arrived, “Got your favorite.” You wink down at him, making him blush.

“Best girlfriend ever.” He states, leaning back and crossing his arms behind his head.

You snort out a laugh, “Right, your best girlfriend ever is gonna rub some of this on your back,” You say as you show him the small tub of the famous medicine and finish your instructions, “So take off your shirt for me please.”

He laughs messily, sitting up against the headboard and taking off his sweater over his head. “That you were meant to say tonight but in a totally different situation.”

Joining him in laughter, you watch as he slowly turns around to lay on his front, “Had it all planned out, babe?”

You were just teasing but he hums to confirm that’s exactly what he had done, “Check the last door of my wardrobe, there’s another gift for you.”

You’re fully intrigued then so you rise up to your feet instantly and search where he just told you to. It’s an Ann Summers bag which has a set of matching lace bra and thong and a lace body, the items all in your favorite jade green color.

You gasp, taking out the pieces of clothing, “Mattyyy!”

“What?” He asks aloud innocently, like he’s got nothing to do with it.

You open your mouth to say something but only a mumble of a mix of words comes out which makes him laugh loudly onto his pillow. Your brain is just going places now but you can’t get yourself too excited because nothing’s going to happen tonight anyway.

So you decide to tease him back with that, “It's a pity we won’t get to see it on tonight.”

And that’s enough for him to use all of his strength to pick himself up on his arms and look at you, “No,” He starts off strong and it makes you giggle how serious he looks, “I can see,” His finger points at himself, poking his own chest, “I might be ill but I can see.”

Letting the lace garments fall back inside the bag, you let it rest by the side of your bed. “If you’re so sure.” your words tease him once more and he nods to confirm he is indeed sure.

You let him continue his rambles on how he’s gonna be better in a few hours and that he’s sure some cardio will help him feel better, which has you cackling as you go over to the turntable on the corner of his room and choose to play your favorite Billie Holiday record, ‘Solitude’. Once the needle meets the vinyl, static noise fills the air and you feel in your element.

Sitting down at the edge of the bed you finally push him down on the bed facing down so you can finally get to rubbing the medicine on him. The menthol scent fills the air the second you open the small container and, like a little kid, Matty gags out loud.

Soon enough your hands are slowly but firmly massaging the cream on his back, every one of his muscles relaxing under your agile fingers. You’re not rushing to finish, actually you’d like to have him fall asleep like this so he can fully relax in his sleep and thinking that might help him even more to feel better the next morning.

Matty is relaxing alright, and if it isn’t the way his muscles seem to loosen up under your hands, it’s the loud moans and groans he lets out as you go on about your task.

You’re growing flustered as you keep it up, and long minutes go by when he’s fully soaking in every second of this attention.

“You’re the best.” He’s falling asleep now, his eyes closing against his will and he feels on cloud nine from the mix of your massage, the medicine he just took and your soft singing along to the music.

“I know.” You answer, remembering what he said only a few minutes ago.

He feels the need to emphasize it though, so he adds, “You really are.”

It makes you melt, grinning like an absolute idiot as you keep your hands moving up and down, in circles and zigzags, “Thank you, honey.”

“I really love it when you call me that.” Matty admits with a loopy smile on his face that’s partially hidden by his pillow.

You find that so fucking adorable, you feel like your heart is going to explode, “You do?”

A low, long hum is what your boyfriend gives you as an answer and it makes you smile even bigger, “I’m glad you like it.” you reply and then you’re back focusing on making him feel good.

‘You Go To My Head’ starts playing and, since it’s your favorite off the record, you sing it a little louder than the previous ones.

You go to my head

And you linger like a haunting refrain

And I find you spinning round in my brain

Like the bubbles in a glass of champagne

“You have the prettiest voice I've ever heard.” is what Matty says next, because you truly sound angelic and there’s absolutely nobody else he’d rather hear sing than yourself.

You narrow your eyes at him, despite him not being able to see you, “I highly doubt that.” you chat back because he’s met so many amazing and mind-blowingly talented musicians that are far better than you, so you have a hard time believing his statement to be true.

But you see him shake his head, “I swear.”

You hum unsure of his promises, “Sounds like you’re sweet talking me now, Matthew.”

And like the cheeky little shit he is, he looks back at you to smirk and say, “Might be.”

You see the way his eyes are half open and if you weren’t none the wiser to the situation, you’d say he was high so you joke, “You’re so gone, aren’t you?”

He’s stubborn so he shakes his head with a frown and contradicts you by saying, “No, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Sure you are babe.” You answer sarcastically, going back to singing along with Billie to the last minute of the song, the jazz soothing your soul and filling your heart.

You go to my head

With a smile that makes my temperature rise

Like a summer with a thousand Julys

You intoxicate my soul with your eyes

Though I'm certain that this heart of mine

Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance

You go to my head

You go to my head

Though I'm certain that this heart of mine

Hasn't a ghost of a chance in this crazy romance

You go to my head

You go to my head

The song dies down but you’re stuck with how when you were singing along, all that you could think of was Matty and how he had completely bewitched you mind and soul. And maybe it was time to admit it out loud.

So deeming yourself done, you lean down to leave a kiss on his shoulder which becomes a trail of kisses up the side of his neck that ends up right under his jaw. Smirking, he turns to face you and being the menace that he is, he somehow manages to push you on the bed to end up on your back right beside him.

“What are you doing, naughty girl?” He hovers over you with barely any strength so he lowers himself until he’s pressed against you.

You know what he’s doing and you’d play a part in the game but all you can think of now is all that you’re feeling for him and you want to finally let him know so you smile and cup his jaw, rubbing the pads of your thumbs on his cheeks.

You pull him in and he thinks you’re gonna kiss him but you don’t, you miss his lips and your mouth comes near his ear but right before he can complain about getting pied off by his own girlfriend, you whisper the answer in his ear, “Nothing, I just really really love you.”

You see him freeze for a fair few seconds and you’re about to start panicking when he sighs in what seems relief and looks down at you with the biggest smile.

Before he can say anything else, he interrupts his own thoughts, “Wait— am I dreaming?” He asks in a quiet voice as if being too loud would shatter the moment.

Every nerve in your body feels like it’s been charged with electricity when seeing him react like this. You want to know if he feels the same, explicitly, not trying to figure it out through his reactions so you ask, “Would you prefer to hear it in a dream?” subtly trying to steer the conversation in that direction.

“No?” He says first and it comes out as a question but then he thinks further and he actually would love to hear it in all of his dreams if possible, “I mean yes, but—“

You interrupt his confused rant by dragging your fingers softly over his features, “You’re not dreaming silly.” Your digits run over the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows, his cheekbones and his lips which are slightly parted in shock.

His mouth opens up further, he’s trying to gather his thoughts but also talk so he doesn’t leave you with pure silence.

You’re grateful for Billie’s voice still playing in the background since it helps you not to go insane asking too many questions but they’re catching up to you the more he takes, so you take it in your own hands to snap him out of the trance he seems to be in.

In a quick motion, you flip both of you over so you’re now straddling him, “See? You’re very much awake.”

Like magic he’s back down on earth with you and with his mind finally processing what you’ve just told him a few moments before, Matty lets out a shaky breath that ends up in bubbly giggles.

His hands come up to cup your face, his eyes taking in every single detail of your face and finally reciprocates, “I love you so much.”

Your soul comes back to your body, hearing those words come from him are enough to make you feel like you’ve won everything in life. “I love you very much too.” You say once again and he knows right then that no matter how many times you say it, he’ll never grow tired of hearing you say it.

Only you. No one else saying those words would ever amount to how it felt when it came from you.

“Can I kiss you?” His question is desperate, impatience shines through his eyes.

Your brows furrow at the sudden inquiry, “You don’t even have to ask.”

“You’re gonna get ill.” He explains rather quickly, praying you’d say yes regardless.

He’s relieved when you roll your eyes and respond with a question that makes clear what your answer is, “Do you think I care?”

You seal the moment with an earnest kiss, your touch on each other’s faces is firm like you’re both afraid that one of you is gonna vanish suddenly.

Your tongues meet and it all grows hotter but you’re both aware that nothing further than this is gonna happen and you’re entirely fine with it. You’ll do with the teasing touches you’re leaving on each other when you both get carried away and are unable to keep your hands to yourselves.

Your hips roll down on his, making you both gasp into each other’s mouths but it isn’t until he’s grabbed your hips with his hands and intensified the friction that you let out a loud moan that ends the kiss.

You leave a peck on his lips, your chests heaving as you try to catch your breaths. You remember what he was worrying about before you kissed and say, “My defenses are much better than yours anyway.” to tease him.

He laughs at your comment, smirking up at you with eyebrows raised, almost like he wants you to bet on it. “We’ll see about that.”

You find out you overestimated your immune system when a few days later, you’re the one Matty has to care for as you’re stuck in bed with a tiring fever and an annoying stuffy nose.

“I still love you even though you got me ill.” You say out loud as you watch him walk out of his ensuite and into the bedroom.

A bright grin breaks on his face, he gets in bed and pulls you into his side. He leaves a bunch of kisses on your temple and your cheek before replying, “How kind of you.”

You hum and chat back, “The kindest.”

Neither of you consider this Valentine’s Day to be a failure, not even when you have to celebrate it a week after the actual day, it had all happened just as it was supposed to be.

And you’re so beyond grateful it is Matty who gets to claim your heart as his. There’s no other person you’d rather give all your love to, no one else you’d rather have plague your mind and take every one of your thoughts. Just him, only him.

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A/N: I tweaked the initial request a bit and I think it turned out too adorable for my single heart to handle lolll, I honestly cause myself so much pain writing cute shit like this but I somehow love it so don't worry, won't be stopping anytime soon. I really hope you guys liked it, let me know what you thought about it and if you have any requests or ideas send them my way, I loved creating this little story out of that request. Thank you so much for reading again, have a lovely week everyone! xx

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[amethystfairy1]

What’s your writing process? Like do you do outlines or just jump right into plot etc… I’m a young writer (14) and really admire your work and want to get better myself. Ty!

✨WRITING PROCESS✨

...

this.

this is my writing process.

OK TO BE REAL THO

Firstly, I don't do outlines.

I KNOW THAT'S BAD BUT I JUST DON'T

What I usually do is word vomit whatever idea I have for a fic into a notes file.

For example! Here's a little random nonsense I just copied verbatim from my notes file that might look familiar!

Tango and Z in sky, blue cracks, Z decides to drop a container with info and his phone number into the rift. He wants to talk to the hybrids, maybe he’s some sort of researcher, he went AWOL from the biotech Institute, something like that. But he is human. Then, tango finds it, or it is brought to him, because he is a direct aid to doc in the labs. Tango ends up deciding to call Z, and they end up becoming really good friends, but only over the phone. Have some fun stuff, where both Z and tango are getting a crush, but how can you crush on someone you’ve never even seen? Tango is freaking out, because he’s not the type of hybrid that can pass as human. he knows he’ll never be able to meet Z face to face. But Z is a little more determined that he gives him credit for. Also have X be a side character in the labs, voidwalker, something like that! Maybe Z is an AWOL scientist, and scar, picked him up to work in his hot guy lab, with cub.

This is the blurb that spawned the Zedango arc in TTSBC.

In case you can't tell I use the dictation function in notes because like 90% of the time I have ideas while I'm driving so I'll just tell my phone to write down whatever I'm thinking and then talk it out

So yeah! I do this, which I dunno is kinda like an outline? I do it for more or less all of my fics.

As far as other stuff, I think the best advice I can give about being a "better writer", which has to do with your question about 'jumping into plot' is to know about your characters and your world , even if you don't plan to share that information in the piece you are writing, or even like, ever.

It's the way you make your characters feel like people. I was actually talking about this with @honeylashofficial not to long ago! You should know why your characters make the choices they do, even if that information never comes up. You should know what they like and dislike and why, if they have traumas then how would those traumas affects them in small daily ways?

Jimmy in TTSBC grew used to being threatened for his wings, so now he has a love-hate relationship with them.

Tango spent a long time without a truly safe place to sleep as a child, so now he has insomnia because he has an internalized fear of falling asleep/being vulnerable.

Zed was treated very poorly at his previous workplace, and he had a terrible experience where his professional lifes work was torn to shreds in front of him, so his self-esteem is very low, and he tends to be very self-deprecating even in a joking fashion.

Cub has sensory issues that severely impact his mood because of his warden hybrid traits, so he typically keeps himself very low energy as a baseline to avoid seeming like he has mood swings.

Even little stuff like what characters notice about their surroundings! Again in TTSBC, Jimmy pays close attention to the weather and the sky, Scott notices people features and expressions, Cub has more detailed thoughts about sounds than he does about sights, stuff like that!

Also I'm gonna give ya the piece of advice no one wants to hear when they're just starting. Just write. Write a TON.

Write even if you only have half an idea. Write even if you think it's gonna be bad. Write if you have even the slightest smallest bit of a motivation to do so, just WRITE WRITE WRITE.

And I will say while I could just be one of the lucky ones, I have been posting on various fanfic websites since I was 13. And in all that time I can count on one hand the amount of hate/negative comments I have received. Over a DECADE of writing and posting and I’ve written and posted A LOT and I have only ever been met with kindness, excitement, and encouragement.

Also, the delete button exists for a reason. You curate your experience on these websites. Especially on A03, with the ability to reply to comments, you can make very clear very quickly what sort of comments you want, which ones you don't, and the vast vast vast majority will be people who are excited about your work and want to encourage you!

If you need a mood booster or some encouragement, you can find my old old stuff on FF.net under the same penname, Amethystfairy1. Just promise you won't come back over here and send asks laughing at me for how bad those stories are, ok? 😆

My point is, you learn best by doing. As you write you will get a feel for your characters, for how they interact and react, for what your specific writing style is going to be and what you enjoy writing the most. And write what you enjoy! Of course you should stretch your writing style, but also make sure you never feel like you're slogging through your writing, especially if it's for fun or creative!

OH ONE MORE THING! 👏

I HIGHLY RECCOMEND DOING A WRITING CHALLENGE!

Stuff like Whumptober, Febuwhump, Novemcomfort, AU-gust, or different fandom weeks that come up, you can find them all over tumblr! Try to participate in one of those and get in as many days as you can! It'll make you write a lot in a short period of time, and you won't have time to overthink it, which I believe is really helpful for finding your writing style and getting comfortable with writing and posting content! It'll also give you a connection to a community of other writers who are participating, especially if you plan to post your updates to tumblr like I do!

Whatever you do on your writing journey, I hope it brings you much joy, fun, and creativity! You'll create something beautiful, I just know it! 💖

[minecraftheadcanons]

An Overworld born and raised player, when going to the Nether for the first time, can begin to experience something called ‘Nether Sickness’. Due to not being used to the flow of time and the density of the air in the Nether, the player can experience hallucinations, delirium, and lose track of time easily. This can not only be extremely unpleasant, but it can also be extremely dangerous, because you need to be on your guard constantly in the Nether - Nether Sickness is a common cause of casualties for players travelling to the Nether. Therefore to get used to the Nether conditions, players typically only enter the realm periodically in short trips to slowly get used to it. They will still experience Nether Sickness, but to a lesser degree. Those of which who often commute back and forth from the Nether to the Overworld won’t experience the sickness, however they may still experience a form of inter dimensional jetlag which can sometimes cause insomnia.

This can also be the case for those who are very often living or were born in the Nether (there are small collections of Nether based players, typically to attend to the nether roof highways for travel, mining or for nether research) when entering the Overworld. They can catch hypothermia and are more vulnerable to Overworld born diseases and infections, and in player cities, it is often a law for people to quarantine for around three days when returning from a particularly long nether stay, as they could potentially endanger themselves or others from the sudden change of environment.

Also, players can sometimes get rashes or random minor gashes on their body from any form of teleportation (whether it be going through a portal or using a pearl) due to not being evolved to cope with it (a small section of their body can sometimes get left behind). In worst case scenarios people can lose a finger, but that’s very rare, and usually it’s only a very small wound. These wounds occur less often once the player gets used to teleportation.

I love this.

[i-heart-hxh]

Favorite Killugon Headcannons??

Thanks for asking! I have a ton of headcanons about them because I've been into HxH for years and I think about them constantly... Some of the ones I have are longer and I'd like to develop them into fanfics eventually or at least individual posts, but here are some random shorter ones off the top of my head:

I prefer to think they end up with a similar height difference to the one they have now, just a few inches apart with Killua being a bit taller. This might be genetically unlikely, but it's my own preference.

They share a bed most of the time starting in Heavens Arena. Every now and then Killua will decide to go sleep in his own room (because they each get rooms in Heavens Arena for reaching the 100th floor), which leaves Gon feeling a bit lonely. They just get one room after Heavens Arena, and even if there are two beds in the room they'll still usually end up sharing one. The exception is if they're in a situation where someone else is likely to see them (i.e. Bisky in Greed Island), in that case Killua definitely splits off into his own bed. They don't generally intentionally, full-on cuddle/hug until after they reunite/get together, but they do end up sleeping right up against each other a lot nonetheless (accidentally or "accidentally"), which they both quietly love.

They're both casually touchy with each other, like arms over shoulders, fluffing each others' hair, play wrestling, sitting close together, sometimes even holding hands if one is guiding the other somewhere, etc., but again they don't really full-on hug until things change between them. Gon doesn't want to push Killua's boundaries too much because he knows Killua gets flustered if Gon gets too affectionate, and it's just an emotionally vulnerable thing to do. They certainly both think about it, though.

Gon is naturally an early riser and he's a deep sleeper, Killua struggles with insomnia because of his training and he tends to stay up late and sleep in if they don't have anything important going on. Killua's sleep patterns get more normalized by being around Gon, but he's usually up about an hour or more later even then (playing video games, watching movies, etc.).

Gon can make basic, simple foods because Mito taught him, Killua doesn't know how to cook at all at first because he grew up with butlers, but Gon gradually teaches him how to make some things. (They do eat out a lot, though.)

Gon tends to keep everything clean and tidy in their living spaces, Killua is a lot messier and will leave stuff laying around if Gon isn't there to remind him.

They teach each other about the differences in culture where they each grew up, like mythology/folk stories, holidays, popular phrases, etc.

They both have nightmares and flashbacks at times post-CAA (Killua always did, but they intensify) and once they reunite, they help comfort each other through those. It helps a lot once they're reunited, because they can easily know the other one is safe.

This may have to change someday depending on what Togashi does or doesn't do in canon, haha, but I like to think their separation isn't all that long, maybe a year or less, and once they're back together and working things out it doesn't take them all that long to confess to each other and start a relationship. Especially because once Gon realizes how he feels it's hard for him to hold it back; he only stops himself if he doesn't think Killua is ready to hear it yet.

Once they're in a relationship, it's basically like their natural state of being and they never even consider breaking up. Of course they both have things they have to work through and they have to learn to communicate better, but they adore each other and they're incredibly happy to be together. They're very affectionate with each other once they get through the initial stages of the relationship where they're just figuring things out.

Gon loves PDA, Killua is self-conscious about it but allows it in small doses because it makes him a little happy even if it's embarrassing.

They eventually have a house built on Whale Island, not far from Gon's childhood home. They have places elsewhere, too, because they love traveling around, but it's nice for them to be able to go "home" when they want to.

They never grow out of having silly competitions, light-hearted bickering, playing harmless pranks on each other, etc.

I could go on and on, but at least this is a start. It was fun thinking about it and writing some up instead of just having them live in my head all the time, thanks again for asking!