#i need to go sleep now. I’m eepy.

[goldensunset]

uni got me working effectively like a 9 to 5 without the opportunity for a real lunch and also there’s still work to do when i come home half the time

[contagious-addiction]

Starting to relate to my cats and their feral desire for zoomies

[theseinfernalangels]

Rest Up — Bodhi Durran

Synopsis: After non-stop training and combat, Bodhi managed to convince you to crash for the night and lets you sleep in. Xaden is a little wary at first, but luckily, your lover makes for an excellent advocate. (Marked!Reader)

Includes: Fluff fluff fluff, eepy lovers, established relationship, Bodhi being his girl’s no. 1 defender, Xaden being a little prissy for just a sec, Platonic!Xaden. Takes place in between Iron Flame and Onyx Storm.

A/N: This was not something I planned to write lol; this actually came from a short conversation between me and @she-whatshername under one of her posts! Also we love to see Platonic!Xaden – people need to write him more as someone’s friend. Unedited because I’m tired lol.

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An inhale followed by a low groan tells you that Bodhi is awake and ready for action at the crack of dawn. You should be, too – but aches lingering in your joints from the previous night prevent you from moving even an inch.

        It’s strange. Usually, you’re up and bound to seize the day even before the sun dominates the sky. Your attitude and responsibility is what earned you your role as Wingleader. But, cuddled up next to Bodhi, you can’t find it in you to actually care.

        Warm hands glide over your waist and settle over your stomach, and the next thing you know, you’re being pulled closer – if that’s even possible – into Bodhi’s hold. His lips dip and rest close to the top of your spine, right where the relic of your dragon, Spéir, comes to a head.

        “Hey, you,” he mumbles into your skin, sending a little chill through you. “You’re not up and at ‘em yet?”

        Your eyes aren’t even open yet, your words slightly slurred as you reply. 

        “No,” you reply. “I…Don’t think I can, right now. Everything still hurts after yesterday.”

        Yesterday. Bodhi lets out a soft ah of understanding. The previous day had proved nothing but troublesome for you, between the usual non-stop training you led combined with what could have been a fatal wyvern attack for you and your friends. Even after that, with blood dripping from your face and exhaustion singing in your bones, you still hadn’t relented and went straight back to training. Bodhi had been pissed.

Now, in retrospect, you realized he’d had a point; Spéir had gotten injured in yesterday’s battle, and by extension, you were suffering, too – but when had that ever slowed you down?

Here in your lover’s arms, though, you supposed you could be convinced to take a break.

He dips his head down and peppers a trail of kisses across the width of your shoulders. “Don’t even think about getting up right now. You need to rest.”

For once in your life, you don’t argue. “Wasn’t gonna. I feel like I just got bowled over by a loose cannon.”

You hear a quiet laugh leave his throat, and you let out a soft whine of protest when he starts to shift up and away from you.

“‘M sorry, sweetheart,” he murmurs, leaning back down to press another kiss on your arm, right over your Rebellion Relic. The gentle brush of his lips against the mark sends a spark down your spine. “Xaden will understand if you don’t show up for formation. I don’t get that luxury.”

You snort half-heartedly. “Probably not. Jus’ tell him not to kick my ass yet; he can get the privilege once I don’t feel like shit.”

You grin weakly when you hear Bodhi bark out a laugh. You’re not looking at him, but you know exactly how he’s looking at you right now: Head tilted, eyes half-lidded, with a soft smile spread across his devastatingly-handsome face. He always looks at you like you’re the one that beckons the sun into the sky everyday, like you’re some kind of miracle that needs to be treasured at all costs. He’d probably look at you like that even if you were the sun, eyesight be damned.

“Alright,” he says, his voice clear and gentle. “Go back to sleep, love. I’ll come wake you up later, and we’ll see if a healer can do anything for you.”

You don’t even say anything back. You fell back into sleep faster than he could get his words out.

He chuckles quietly to himself. “Cute.”

༊*·˚ *ੈ

Xaden knows something is up when Bodhi shows up at formation without you.

It’s not in his cousin’s nature to ever be alone; usually, he’ll be with Xaden, a friend, or another squad member. If not them, then it’s you. When it’s not you…He doesn’t even know. Nothing bothered Bodhi Durran more than to be alone.

He simply raises an eyebrow at his cousin when he approaches. “Where the hell is Levine?”

Bodhi falls into place beside Xaden, not missing a beat. “Lovely to see you, too, on this fine morning,” he says dryly. “Nice weather we’re having.”

Xaden doesn’t smile. It’s not only unlike his cousin to be alone, but it’s certainly unlike you to not be one of the first ones there. “What happened?”

The younger boy falls silent for a second before he sighs. “I told her to go back to sleep. Everything that happened yesterday took a toll on her, and she’s not feeling too well.”

A small part of Xaden warms at his cousin’s words. Trust the boy to be able to convince you, one of the most stubborn Wingleaders, to stay in for a day for a break. It’s more impressive that he was able to get you into bed at all, but his eyebrows still furrow. “Are you…Coddling her? She’s woken up in worse situations, you know.”

He’s slightly surprised when Bodhi’s gaze snaps over to his, and they make even eye contact that borders on…something challenging.

“I’m aware,” the younger man says, his voice growing firm. “But you saw her out there yesterday. She fought harder than anyone out there, even when Spéir got hurt. And you know what? She still oversaw sparring and Battle Brief before I could even think about getting her to a healer.”

His voice lowers. “I’m not coddling her, Xaden. She doesn’t need me to do that. She’s a grown, respectable woman. I’m making sure the love of my life doesn’t burn herself out just because she likes to overwork herself. Don’t pretend you wouldn’t do the same for Violet.”

Xaden has a sharp retort for Bodhi on the tip of his tongue, but he falters at the mention of Violet. He can’t really argue with that, he realizes. He would – and has – done the exact same thing for the woman. Multiple times, actually. Xaden may be a petty man, but he’ll be damned if he ever chooses hypocrisy for the sake of making a point. 

Loosing a sigh, the older man relents with a nod. “...You got me there,” he admits. “But this will be a one-time thing, Durran. She’s in charge of too much for multiple days off.”

Bodhi’s protective front fades a little, and one of his usual charming smiles graces his face. “I know,” he says. “I could barely convince her to come to bed last night. You know she’d rather be stabbed than take a breather.”

Xaden mutters in agreement. It was honestly a little concerning how hard and often you worked – But, then again, he wouldn’t dare complain. He knew you had your reasons, and for every ounce of respect you’d shown him over the years, then he’d do the same for you in a heartbeat…Even if he wouldn’t admit that to anyone outside his circle

“Get in formation,” he orders quickly. “If you can, wake her up in a few hours. I’m sure Cadet Kiyoko is working today, if you can catch her before her break.”

He doesn’t miss Bodhi’s eyeroll, but he chooses to let it slide. “Aye, Your Highness.”

༊*·˚ *ੈ

The hallway is mostly silent by the time Xaden slinks up to the door to Bodhi’s room. It wouldn’t take a genius to know that you hadn’t bothered going back to your own room; in fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if his cousin had just picked you up and hauled you over his shoulder to his bed. It wasn’t out of character. Xaden had seen the former do it enough times to know where the two of you would end up every time.

He leans against the wall, his eyes sliding over the door. Bodhi was always a little too eager with wards, as if he only ever wanted the two of you to be in his room at any given time. Oh, well. It wasn’t like Xaden wasn’t the exact same way with him and his weapon of a girlfriend.

He can’t get into Bodhi’s room right now – not when you’re in there – but Xaden is lucky to have a way around that. Lips twitching, he points a finger and watches a tendril of shadow slither under the door and into the room. The sudden absence of sunlight from under the threshold tells him everything he needs to know: The room, probably blazing in glorious Aretian sunlight, is now dimmed, allowing you to sleep without too much of a disturbance.

The man silently commands the shadow to stay and then stalks away, making sure nobody sees him turning out of the corridor.

Bodhi was fantastic at taking care of you – but Xaden, for all the love and light you’ve given his cousin throughout the past few years, would always oblige to do the same. It was only fair.

[xoxochb]

the reqs are open yayayayay

okay okay okay i need percy being stupid good at braiding hair and then pulling on sweet girls braids while there eepy, it can be suggestive (bc half ther hings he does are) but no like smutty stuff plz plz plz

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“‘m fallin’ asleep, perce.”

your face falls deeper into the pillow, rubbing against it to hopefully soothe your overly-tired eyes.

percy ignores your words and keeps his fingers entwined in your hair. he twirls strands around his fingers before twining and tangling them around each other.

“where are those blue ribbons you have?”

“mhmmm…” you try your best to think as your brain is shutting off. “I dunno.”

he tugs your hair lightly. “c’mon, sweet girl, give me something.”

“tired, perce,” you complain. you let your eyes close at last.

you feel his hands part from your hair. you let out an involuntary whine when the soothing sensation is no longer coursing through you.

“I’m comin’ right back, sweet girl.”

you groan into the pillow and let him find your ribbons, far too tired to argue or protest.

he comes back to bed a minute later holding two separate blue ribbons. he splays his palm on your back before entwining his fingers in your hair again.

the feeling of his hands, with such diligence, running through your hair is enough to send an absentminded moan past your lips. you had hoped with the pillow it may have been muffled but by the way you hear percy chuckling you suppose not.

he tugs your hair again, tying the end up with the ribbon. percy begins now with the second portion of your hair, repeating the same actions at the bottom before turning you over by your waist to lay you on your back.

your frown is prominent, your eyes half-lidded looking into his own pair of green ones. he grabs each braid and places them over your shoulders, fingers trailing over your hair.

“damn. I should be a hairdresser, what’d ya think, sweet girl?”

“I think I want to go to sleep.”

percy runs his finger over your pouting lip with a smirk following a quick kiss. “sleep.” he pecks your forehead now, rolling you back on your tummy.

you turn back onto your side though, draping your arms lazily around percy’s shoulders and pulling him to lay against you. you hum in contentment.

“mhmm, my sweet boy. sleep.” you pat his head. in response he nuzzles into your skin.

and soon enough, two pairs of eyes are closed.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Sleep

a/n did this need to be this long? No. But is it impossible to not make everything slightly sexual with these eepy boys? Yes. Someone needs to take my phone away. I also have exhaustion fever so this is actually a fever dream. Edited version.

summary: Sleep token with a model reader (preferably fem, but you can totally make it gn) like she's not a famous model, but like she's good at what she does and so eepy boys are like, "ooh they make good sht what if we hire her for an album cover or something"

warning: slightly sexual….?

sleep token boys x reader

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“You’re looking at her like she’s the last supper," ii snorted after a while of watching Vessel practically drool over you. The post-show gatherings were rare. Well, the ones where the team could bring plus ones were. Boys usually stuck around for a quick photo, their way of showing how much they appreciated everyone’s work before they disappeared into the privacy of the back rooms. But not today. And for the very first time, it felt worth it.

“She might be," iii snickered, his eyes equally as pleased with the sight in front of him. “Let me clean your drool”, iv brings a napkin towards Vessel’s lips, one that the lead singer is quick to push away. “She would fit the next album," it’s barely a whispers, but they all fix their gaze on you now.

“I’ve seen her around," iii mutters, trying to think where it was, but the sea of people after a while just goes mushy. “Yeah, because you’ve been liking her pictures," iv says, crossing his arms over his chest. “As if that’s not weird. How the fuck would you know that?”, but the look iii shoots at his bandmate is met with a middle finger. "Vess, we already have the shoot planned for Friday”, ii is quick to interfere. He is always the most put-together one, making sure the plan stays where it should, once the ground rules are placed. "Yeah, but I don’t like what we got,"  Vess waves his hand around, “We need her," and here it is, no longer a maybe but the tone of a man who had set his mind. 

“She could be sleep”, it’s almost a plea as Vess looks among the guys. “Look at her."  Crocking his head to the side, Vess once again lets himself shamelessly admire you. “The hair, the skin, and the eyes, look at her eyes." As if feeling all four sets of eyes burning into your skin, you finally glance their way. And it’s as if, with your gaze alone, you had set off the panic. “Don’t look, don’t look,"  Vess hisses, head down, with iii grasping for his beer that nearly slipped through his fingers. “How old are we, three?”, iv hisses, placing his bottle down, before stepping forward. "Ivy,"  Vess catches his arm, but iv only gives him a serious look before adding, “This is creepy; we need to go talk to her, not gawk like a pack of creeps”. 

You watch him approach you. The confidence oozing off him feels infectious. As if the whole room is pulsing to the beat of him. "Hey," he says as he slides down the booth to get closer to you. "Hi," you greet him, smiling, as you shoot him a little wave. “Never seen you before," his voice is smooth, steady, and perky enough to make you guess that he’s smirking beneath the mask. “Is that why you were staring?”, you ask, watching his eyes. He chuckles lightly before lifting his hands up, “Caught red-handed." And you can’t help but chuckle alongside him. 

“I don’t know if you know...", iv starts after a moment. "Who you are?", you finish for him, and he visibly halts. Because that had been exactly what he was going to ask. “I do; I’m friends with Sam,"  you point to the man in question, who’s posing for a picture with a mask as well. 

“Lucky son of a bitch," iv mutters, watching him for a moment before pulling his gaze back to you. A slight silence falls. “Join us for a drink,"  he says, nodding towards the table he came from. You gaze there, earning a salute from ii. iii just lifts his bottle up. It’s Vess, whose eyes you can’t see, but you know that they are set on you. “Is this a kidnapping?”, you look up at iv. “Most definitely,"  he nods, and you’re quick to follow his actions. “Alright then.”

It feels as if an unexpectedly found puzzle piece that fit to Vess as he watches you in the glass little pool. The mesh material of your dress is soaked and floating all around you. And the rain installation slowly turning from clear to pitch black. Drowning you out in darkness. “That’s it,"  he hears the director shout, “Look up." But Vessel doesn’t even look at the actual footage the camera is getting; his gaze is glued on you. An actual vision in front of him. 

“She’s fucking good; you've got to give her that,"  ii mumbles as he too watches the shoot. All of them are here. They were never here for shit like this, but today they were almost first. “I need a picture with her; can we get her in some promo shit too?”, iii once again pushes the narrative he had been trying to shove down everyone’s throats the moment you agreed. “She might not want to,"  Vess trails off. “Have you asked?”, iii nudges him, like a kid who’s not getting the exact candy he was looking for. 

“Can you get horny from watching someone…", iii changes his tone, but iv is quick to clasp a hand over his mouth. “If you make her feel weird, I will de-ball you myself,"  he hisses, giving him a little shove. The crew helps you step out before someone is quick to drape a dry towel over your shoulders. “Here to investigate your investment?”, you shoot them a smile, surprised to see them here. Mostly because everyone reassured you that they would not be here. 

“I like to follow the process,"  Vessel blurts out. “Hope it’s up to your liking,"  you mutter right as he brushes the strand of hair away from your face. “More than exceeded my expectations." His words throw you off center for a heartbeat before a smile spreads across your face. “Mind taking more pictures?”, iv nods your way. Your shoulders sag lightly as you glance at the screen, “You don’t like these?” “Oh shit, not like that, I mean with us,"  he quickly adds. You look at them. Blinking slowly. “But you... you don’t take pictures like that,"  you frown slightly. You’ve read through the papers their management sent out this morning. There was the underlined part that said no content regarding bad members would be taken. “Just feel like changing shit up,"  Vess glances at the setup. “This won’t do, but I have an idea.”

What follows after that is a slight madman frenzy. You watch Vess explain exactly what he wants from the production team. Going as far as scribbling the placement of objects on paper. “Is he always like this?”, you ask after a moment. “Passionate?”, ii ask, and you’re quick to nod. “When inspiration strikes, yes," iii nods along. “He pretty much fell out of a second-floor bunk in the middle of the night once because a lyric came up in his head and he had nowhere to write it down."  A chuckle slips from ii’s lips, and you can’t help but glance at him. Having him be so talkative feels like a gift in a way. “That’s beautiful,"  you muse, “loving something so much." The boys simply hum in response before the makeup and clothes department ushers them in. 

“Vess will direct it from now; follow his lead; and don’t overthink it,"  the lady walking you back on stage, brushes your hand in reassurance. The place is a lot dimmer now. Yet the lights reflect off the water just as beautifully. There’s a drum set in the middle of the set, with extra support beams intact too. You frown slightly as you hand the tower off to your makeup artist. “Do you mind lying down?”, Vessel asks. “In the water?”, you ask, but Vess is quick to shake his head. “On the drums." You swallow, glancing at ii, who’s already standing by his seat. "Sure," you breathe out, stepping onto the rearranged platforms. His eyes follow your every move, and he’s quick to gesture to his chair, no doubt as a step stool for you to get on. 

“Let me help you," ii says, taking hold of your hands before steadying your steps. “Won’t I break it?", you ask, looking at the drums. “It’s a fake; even if it breaks, it doesn’t matter."  The smoothness of II's voice sends shivers down your spine as you step onto the drums before slowly lowering yourself down. ii’s hands stay nearby, you can feel their warmth but not their touch. Your eyes lock right as you sprawl out. Letting the top of your body bend over the set. 

"Fuck."  It’s so quiet and low that you’re sure you’ve imagined it. Someone warns you about the water before your body and the drums are drenched. “I’ll only hit the plates; don’t get spooked out," ii warns you, yet you don’t have a chance to answer. The drizzle picks up, you gaze up, meeting his eyes, and the sound around you erupts, alongside the flashes of the camera. It goes like that for a couple of minutes. It feels like forever and then a blink of your imagination. And then you’re being pulled back up. “Good?”, ii mutters. You nod, and he mimics your movement. “Good. It will be hard not to see you every time I look at my drums now,"  he admits before stepping aside, the prep team swarming all around you. Making your head dizzy. 

Someone’s saying something about how sets with guitars will be less challenging, and you catch the sight of iii stepping on with a mask you hadn’t yet seen. “Scary?”, he chuckles. "No,"  you say, shaking your head, feeling slightly breathless. “It’s... mesmerizing." He lets out a low laugh. “That’s a first." And within a heartbeat, you’re sitting in the water with iii towering over you. Your hands are snaking up his legs and lower stomach as you arch your head up to watch his face. There’s no way to read his emotions. However, the vein in his neck says enough. You’re aware of the flashes, but it’s as if that part of reality is not there. iii’s body disappears after a while, and then he’s right there, inches from your face, leaning forward to look right at you. 

iv strolls in almost immediately after. Sharing a look with iii as they pat each other on the shoulder. And then the man built on confidence is right in front of you. “Care for a cuddle?”, he muses, sitting down in the water and spreading his legs apart. You just stare at him. Feeling your head spin. “Do I need to sit you down?”, he shoots you a daring look, and you instantly sink to your knees. “You minx,"  he says, shaking his head, “Come on, lean against my chest." You follow his lead, sliding between his legs and letting your back rest against his chest. He pulls his guitar in front of you two. Your fingers slip onto his thighs, then slowly upon his arms and towards his guitar. Before you look up, to find his blue orbs watching you with unmatched insanity. “Get why you left II and III in shambles now,"  he says, ever so slightly brushing his masked lips against your ear. 

You feel in a trance by the time you see Vessel standing behind his keyboard stand. “Do you mind?”, you’re not sure what exactly he’s referring to, but you shook your head. And then you instantly regret not asking because his hands are around your waist as he lifts you onto the keyboard. You let out a slight shriek, and his face instantly turns to you. “It’s okay, it’s okay; just didn’t expect that,"  you’re quick to reassure him. “Just do what feels natural,"  Vess mutters before turning to step in front of the keyboard. You pull one of your legs up, bending it beneath you, and turn slightly so you can face him better. His fingers move over the keys, head down. You watch him for a moment before slowly reaching out. Fingers brushing the exposed part of his face before ever so slightly inching beneath the mask as you turn his face towards you. Trying to figure out why a man of such talent and power wasn’t all that quick to take control. 

“How much freaky is too freaky?”, you ask him. Vess crocks his head to the side before asking, “Have you seen us on stage?” You smirk, bring your other leg over the keyboard, spreading your legs enough to make room for Vessel to stand in between. “Own it then,"  you say, reaching for his hands, moving one to your hip and placing the other in the middle of your chest. “The question here is, what keys are you playing, Vess?” You stare right at him before leaning back. He’s quick to steady you. Leaving his hands where you had placed them before lifting the one resting on your chest up as if he’s pulling your soul out of your body, right as you arch your back. “Fucking vision, fucking sleep,"  Vess grunts under his breath, drinking in the sight of you. 

The photograph shouts cut, and you let yourself breathe for a moment before holding onto Vessel’s forearms as you pull yourself up. “You are something else,"  he grunts, helping you down, and you can tell that his hands linger. “They do say that I’m good at what I do."  You wink at him. “Wrapping four grown men around your finger, you mean?”, he smirks at you before nodding to the side. You glance up only to find three sets of eyes looking at you as if you had been a vision sent by god, or maybe the devil himself. 

[bwobgames]

It’s 10:50 pm

“Hey, how did it go. Are you alright with the kid or do we need to sleep with one eye open?”

“We’re good now”

“Although now I owe Sebastián a favour”

“Huh? Was he there?”

“Ah, well, he cleared some of my points”

“Man, perhaps I really should hire you as my social situation interpreter”

“Oh baby, for you it’s all free”

“You’re insufferable”

“Heehoo”

“Eepy time, then? Two Mimir? Did you brush your teeth on the way? I’m already done with my skincare routine”

“Yeah…”

He puts on his pyjama and sits for a little while.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ah, nothing. I just… been thinking”

“About your dad again?”

“About the house.”

“Did you… feel something?”

“No but, what if this is, let’s say, some kind of evolution?”

“A sneakier house?”

“Maybe.”

“Remember when we analysed the doctor’s investigations? The feeling we proposed it might be?”

“Grief.”

“I fear that. If we or our friends or the other passengers or by accident…!”

“If someone breaks the current purpose, could we…?”

“Could someone accidentally give it a new one with their grief?”

“Are you thinking of someone specifically? Nina, maybe?”

“Ah, well, this thing is hosting a ton of people so, possibilities are not zero”

“Oliver. Do you think you…?”

“No.”

“No. I have nothing to grieve for. It’s been plenty of time already.”

“It’s not even been a month”

“I know. But by any means, I shouldn’t be grieving”

“Grandma lived a long and fulfilling life. She had her chickens. She had her family. She had just enough to be happy.”

“She never had to worry about the city life, content with the wonders of the south”

“Everyone got to see her at the hospital. And she died in her sleep. The most peaceful way to go”

“You even got to meet her. To talk to her. To know her. And she liked you”

“She liked you enough to ask to come by next year...”

“Oliver…”

“And she would’ve hated for us to be sad. She would’ve wanted us to throw a party instead of a gloomy funeral. To remember her as she wanted to.”

“By all means, I have no reason to be sad.”

“…But then why it still hurts so much…?”

The pressure in his chest, silently present since that day, grew tenfold.

He felt his as if his heart was painfully pumping tears out of his eyes.

It hurt. Even deeper than his chest. His heart. His soul.

For a second, he feared getting completely engulfed on it.

Until

A heart next to his, separated by a pair of ribcages.

“It that happens. I’ll fix it”

“I’ll buy this whole train if necessary. I’ll live in it. I’ll change it.”

“So, don’t bottle this up any longer, okay?”

“Grieve as much as you need. I’ll take care of the rest”

He thought he couldn’t cry any harder. He was wrong.

Grasping into Ángel, as if trying to completely unite their hearts, he let himself feel.

He misses her. He misses her. He can’t visit anymore. He doesn’t know what happened to the animals. He wishes he did more.

But the pain doesn’t eat him whole. There is a warmth to it.

A warmth embracing him, shielding him, applying a new pressure. A welcome one.

When he looked at that sunrise, he imagined a bright future. A perfect future.

One where Mozilla didn’t get sick. One where he wasn’t afraid of heights. One where he didn’t have nightmares.

One where everyone he loves lives forever.

Accepting reality used to be easier. When he wasn’t fragmented.

When he wasn’t haunting any buildings.

He should’ve spent more time with her.

He should’ve known, more than anyone, the importance of time.

He feels a kiss on his temple

“We’ll visit her, yeah? Every year. We’ll bring the prettiest flowers”

“She gave me her lemon pie recipe. I know I’m not the best, but”

“I’ll do everything to make it perfect”

This is the reality he lives in. And it’s the best it has ever gotten.

His pain might never pass. Part of him doesn’t want it to.

But it will always be cushioned around strong arms.

Accompanied by another beating heart, two ribcages away.

One day the pressure will be lighter, accompanied by joyful nostalgia. That day is clearly not today.

But he will look at the sunshine once more. Even if it’s cloudy.

He can be brave.

Because he knows that there will be times where he doesn’t have to.

His tears are not yet done with him, so he stays.

Ángel gently sways him side to side. It makes him sleepy.

Who could’ve thought that a busy day travelling and emotional turmoil would make him tired?

He closes his eyes and dozes off.

It’s 11 pm

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[hatsbuckets]

Let Me Sleep | Gaz

Pairings: Sorta Poly141, can be read whichever way. WC: ~1700 Warnings: Canon-typical violence. Chemical exposure. Involuntary drug use (atropine). Loss of consciousness. Brief confusion/delirium. Inaccurate medical stuff. Hurt with maybe 0.5 comfort. Kyle gets angwy, then eepy :( tense but dw he doesn't die. Short Vers: Gaz gets hit with something nasty during a raid. The team tries to keep him awake. He just wants to sleep. Just five minutes. Please.

I was eepy so now the boys are gonna be eepy too.

The alarms screamed, a shrill cacophony of sound and color, and Gaz couldn't breathe.

His mask had come loose. Or he hadn’t gotten it on fast enough. He wasn’t sure. The air burned going down, thick with chemical smoke and the acrid sting of god-knows-what. His lungs seized. Knees buckled.

A hand caught his vest, tight and forceful, and yanked him upright. His head swam, vision tunneling as black spots bloomed behind his eyes.

Ghost. Tall. Towering. His own mask already sealed. Eyes locked onto Gaz’s with something close to panic.

“Fuckin' hell—” Ghost’s voice filtered through the muffling buzz of Gaz’s failing awareness. He was moving fast. Ripping Gaz’s mask down, replacing it with a sealed one. Holding it there. Tight. Too tight.

The hiss of air rushed in too late.

His stomach turned. He staggered, body going limp for a heartbeat. Ghost didn’t let go.

“Soap, we’ve got exposure—Gaz’s hit. Get that evac locked in, now!”

“I’m working on it!” Soap’s reply echoed somewhere through the smoke.

Gaz tried to push away. Tried to say something. His mouth opened, but all that came out was a rasp.

“’M fine,” he muttered, barely audible. “Just... need a minute…”

Ghost didn’t reply. He was already digging through his kit, hands moving fast. A pen-sized injector clicked. Cap snapped off. The sharp jab to his thigh brought him back fast, atropine. Gaz flinched, groaning through clenched teeth as the drug hit his bloodstream.

His heart skipped, then kicked into gear. His limbs trembled. Cold sweat beaded at his brow despite the heat.

“Stay in the land of the livin’, Sergeant,” Ghost said, voice low and clipped. “You go under now, you might not come back up.”

Gaz tried to stand straight. His legs didn’t want to cooperate. His body felt like it wasn’t his anymore, sluggish and disconnected. His thoughts trailed off the second he tried to hold onto them.

Still, he shrugged off Ghost’s grip. Or tried to. “I’m alright.”

Ghost didn’t answer. Didn’t believe him.

…

Time passed. Maybe five minutes. Maybe fifteen. Hard to tell with the way the walls wouldn’t hold still.

At some point, they moved him to a different room, a garage of some sort. Had taken the gas masks off. Had told him to stay awake.

Gaz sat on a low stack of concrete debris, back to a half-collapsed pillar. His arms were crossed, but his fingers kept twitching, tapping nonsense patterns into the fabric of his sleeves.

His tongue felt heavy. His throat was raw. The world around him pulsed in and out of focus, like he was watching it through someone else’s eyes.

He blinked and realized Soap was crouching in front of him. Close. Talking.

“C’mon, mate. What’s your go-to take away? First thing you order after a job?”

The words felt distant. Muffled through water.

Gaz blinked again. His jaw worked, then stalled.

“… Chicken biryani,” he said finally, the syllables slow, uneven.

Soap gave a smile. It was too tight. “Yeah? Extra spice?”

“Always,” he murmured.

The edges of his vision blurred. His head dipped. Then hands. Strong ones. Gripping his arms, keeping him upright.

“Hey, hey, stay with me,” Soap said, voice louder now, tinged with urgency.

“Just tired,” Gaz mumbled. “S’fine.”

“Not fine.” Ghost’s voice now. Flat. Solid. “You sit down; you don’t get back up.”

Gaz wanted to argue. Wanted to snap that they were overreacting. But his mouth wouldn’t shape the words. The warmth in his limbs was wrong, slow and syrupy and spreading.

A ripple of unease crept in.

He blinked up at Ghost. His vision shimmered again, and this time he felt it in his chest.

“Don’t let me fall asleep,” he whispered.

Ghost’s stare didn’t waver.

“Promise me,” Gaz said again, quieter.

“Promise.”

…

His legs didn’t feel like legs anymore.

They moved when pulled, stumbled when pushed, but the coordination was long gone. Ghost had one of his arms slung over his shoulder, guiding him in tight circles around the open space, back and forth, around debris piles, avoiding broken glass and splintered beams. The air was much clearer now, but Gaz couldn’t smell it. Couldn’t taste anything but metal.

Soap hovered close. Every few seconds he tapped Gaz’s cheek, sharp little smacks meant to keep him awake. Gaz tried to swat him off. Missed entirely.

“Eyes open,” Soap said again, forcing a smile. “Gotta earn that takeaway, mate.”

“Fuck off,” Gaz mumbled. No heat behind it.

He tripped. Ghost caught him.

Price’s voice crackled over the comms. “Evac’s delayed. Fifteen out, maybe more. We hold here.”

Fifteen minutes. Might as well have said forever.

Gaz’s head lolled. His body sagged, limp against Ghost’s side.

“Hey!” Another tap to his face. This one harder. “C’mon. Don’t.”

“I’m not—” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat, tried again. “I’m not.”

He wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince.

They made another lap. His boots scuffed the ground. His breath came shallow, uneven. Then he stopped.

Just… stopped walking. His weight dropped. Ghost grunted, trying to keep him upright, but Gaz twisted out of his grip. He slumped to the ground, landing hard on one knee. His hand braced against the floor, shaking.

“Gaz,” Soap said. Alarmed now.

“Just—” He held up a hand, like that would explain everything. “Just five minutes.”

“Not happening,” Ghost snapped, already crouching down.

“Please.” His voice cracked again, this time around the edges. Thinner. Bare. “Just wanna lie down. Five minutes. That’s it. Please.”

He didn’t care if it was the ground. The couch. The floor of the damn evac chopper. He just needed the weight off his bones. The quiet to stop ringing. The fire behind his eyes to go dark.

A hand gripped his collar, pulling him back up. He shoved at it, not hard, but desperate.

“Don’t,” he muttered. “Just... don’t...”

Ghost ignored him. Got him on his feet again. Gaz’s legs buckled on instinct. His hands curled into fists.

“Fuck’s sake!” The words tore out, sudden and sharp. “Just let me rest! You’re making it worse!”

Soap flinched like he’d been slapped. Ghost didn’t move, didn’t blink. But his grip on Gaz’s shoulder tightened.

Price was there a second later, appearing out of the haze like a shadow pulled into shape. He didn’t speak at first. Just crouched in front of Gaz, level with him. Eyes steady. Firm.

“Look at me,” Price said quietly.

Gaz didn’t want to. But he did.

“If we let you rest now, son… you might not wake up. You know that.”

The anger drained like someone pulled the plug. All the heat, all the rage, melted into something heavier. Thicker.

Gaz stared at him. Price looked tired. His brows drawn. Mouth tight. But his eyes didn’t move. Didn’t waver. Neither did the hand he placed on Gaz’s shoulder.

Gaz blinked hard. Swallowed.

His voice came soft this time. Barely audible. “…I’m so tired, Cap.”

“Tell me what’s goin’ on.”

“I—” He shook his head. Tried to find words that made sense. “It’s like... everything’s underwater. Can’t think. Can’t… can’t breathe right.”

Price nodded. Just once.

“Then we keep you above the water,” he said. “One breath at a time. You hear me?”

Gaz gave the smallest nod. His hands were trembling.

Price looked up at Ghost. “Walk him again. Keep him on his feet.”

Ghost moved to obey.

Price didn’t let go just yet. His thumb brushed over the fabric of Gaz’s shoulder once.

“You hold on, Sergeant,” he said, low and firm. “We’re not losing you today.”

They kept him moving. Back and forth. Ghost had him half-carried now, arm locked around his back like a harness, one hand gripping his vest tight enough to bruise. Soap walked beside them, close, tapping Gaz’s face every few steps.

He couldn’t feel it anymore. Couldn’t feel much of anything.

His vision pulsed at the edges. Light, dark, light again. His legs buckled once, then twice, then gave out completely. His weight sagged into Ghost like dead weight.

“Gaz?” Soap’s voice. Sharp. Edged with panic. “Hey. Hey, stay with us!”

He blinked. Slow. Heavy.

Soap was shaking him now. Fingers curled around the front of his vest, jostling hard. “Kyle! Don’t you bloody dare!”

Too loud. Too much.

He tried to lift a hand, to push them away, but it didn’t respond. His body felt full of static, limbs slow, thoughts slower. He couldn’t hold onto words. Couldn’t hold onto anything.

“Come on, Sergeant,” Ghost growled near his ear. “Don’t you quit on us.”

Something warm slid down his cheek.

Sweat? No. His eyes burned. Blinking stung. Maybe it was tears. Maybe he was already gone.

He heard his own voice, but it sounded wrong. Thin. Broken. Like a kid again.

“…Mum?” he whispered.

Soap’s breath hitched. “No, no, stay with us, Kyle.”

He kept talking. Couldn’t help it. The words fell out, disconnected.

“…we left her at the station. Said we’d be back… Price said he would—said—”

He didn’t know what he was saying. Didn’t matter. He just wanted to rest. He wanted--

Darkness folded in around the edges. His eyes slipped closed.

He didn’t feel it when his knees hit the floor.

Didn’t hear Ghost curse under his breath or Soap’s voice crack as he shouted for the chopper again, louder this time, pleading.

…

The rotors hit first, low and thunderous, churning the smoke and dust into a haze.

Boots pounded into the building. Medics. Shouting. Gear hitting the ground. Hands on him, everywhere at once. Lifting. Checking. Stabilizing.

“Unresponsive—shallow breath. Get the line in now—”

He didn’t hear them.

Didn’t feel the sting of the IV. Didn’t register the straps locking across his chest.

Soap climbed into the bird beside him, shoving past a medic to sit on the edge of the stretcher. He planted one hand on Gaz’s chest, right over his heart, and kept it there. Steady. Counting every shallow breath.

Ghost crouched in the open door, rifle still in hand, eyes fixed on the skyline as they lifted into the night.

Price stood in the middle of the room they'd left behind, listening to the sound of blades fading into distance. He’d be right behind them.

Up in the bird, Soap leaned down close to Gaz’s ear, voice low and shaky. “You can sleep now, Kyle,” he whispered. “We’ve got you.”

[oddeyechrollo]

i lied. dropping it right now bc i can’t stop thinking about childhood chrollo. i’m eepy don’t judge the quality judge the vibes … apart of the virtual angel fic but it can be read separately.

chrollo groaned as a gentle shake awoke him from his slumber, the sun wasn’t even up, and he was having such a pleasant dream…

“chro? wake-wake up please. you’re takin’ up half of the bed. that’s-that’s so rude of you…” your teary voice motivating him to open his eyes. you were in your favorite purple nightgown and had puffy cheeks. the moonlight was dull, but he could see the frown on your face.

“what’s going on dearie? that’s my bad, i’ll think about your wants and needs in my sleep next time.” he jokes as he moves to the left side of his twin sized bed. you and pakunoda had given it to him for his last birthday after spending two days searching for anything in the mountains of trash.

“at least you care about me, nan was bein’ mean again…” you trail off as you crawl into his thin sheets. you grab a plushie he kept at the end of his bed and burrow your face into it, crying some more.

chrollo was getting used to this, it was becoming a frequent occurrence now. he reaches out with his left hand and scratches your head.

“it’s always the same, she talks ‘bout how shalnark is sooo great and- and then she says i would have disappointed my mom… i don’t get why she took me in if she hates me so much!” you whisper-yell, trying to keep quiet as to not disturb chrollo’s own nanny. she was sweet, and she stopped asking why you slept over after the first occurrence. delia would check if you were there in the mornings to make sure she grabbed enough to eat in the markets. you felt loved here, something you didn’t have in your own home. even shalnark behaved coldly towards you at times; he never did like kids much.

“sometimes i feel like even you’ll hate me and wanna leave me one day…” you admit miserably. “she wouldn’t talk to me the rest of the night either, she acts like im not there.” you add. chrollo’s heart ached hearing you admit that.

“i could never hate you, dearie. nan and i wouldn’t ever leave you behind. get some sleep, okay? youre safe with us.” chrollo reassures you, he feels you nod and sniffle. you close your eyes and try to calm yourself. “night, angel.” you whisper.

chrollo didn’t fully understand what that meant. his nan explained to him that you couldn’t sleep because you didn’t feel safe at home, “but she does with us.” how could you not feel safe? no one was hitting you or threatening you. is safety more than being hurt?

‘i guess i don’t have to understand it, nan seems to be right anyway.’

“night, dearie.” he yawns.

[77andyou]

Trevor is lowkey happy he isn’t home all the time which might sound bad but it’s not what you think. He has a hard time saying no to Charlie so anytime she asks him for a treat like ice cream before dinner or candy right before bed it usually ends in a defeated sigh from him. He loves his daughter and she’s literally his whole world so when she gives him a pout and pulls him in with her puppy dog eyes it’s almost impossible for him to go against what she’s asking for.

Mrs. Knight on the other hand? Well she’s been there with her own kids and grandkids before. She knows how to ignore the look and say no. She’s probably the only reason Charlie isn’t having ice cream and candy every single day of her life. She was the perfect babysitter for the duo. It also helps that she lives right down the hall and is a hockey fan too.

“Dada? Dada where are you?” Charlie called out as she walked out of her room after waking up from her afternoon nap.

“I’m in the kitchen baby. Come here”

He watched as she slowly walked down the hall towards him. Her hair was everywhere and she was clearly half asleep still as she stumbled a little here and there. One pant leg was up past her knee while the other was fully straightened out like it had been when he tucked her in.

“Squish did you sleep good? You look like you had a really good nap.”

“I eep good dada. So eepy!” she said as she reached her arms up to him signaling that she wanted him to hold her.

“You were very sleepy I know. You almost slept in your bowl of pasta.”

“No!” she said with a pout as she crossed her arms.

“Ok ok you’re right. Daddy made that up. You totally didn’t do that at all.” he said while kissing her cheeks repeatedly to bring a smile back on her face.

“Now what do you want to do before daddy’s hockey game later? Should we go to the park?”

“Treat. Doughnut?” Charlie replied.

“Baby we can’t have dessert yet. We haven’t even fed you dinner. Maybe another time. Or maybe Mrs. Knight will get you a treat later when you go watch daddy play.”

“Want now.”

He watched as she grabbed his face and started pouting. He knew what was coming next. She was going to whip out the puppy dog eyes. The one look she knows will get her just about anything she wanted. He knew he shouldn’t say yes because she needs to learn that you can’t always get what you want in life…but she was two and her face was just too cute to resist. With a sigh, he started walking down the hall to her bedroom.

“Ok squish but only one. And no sugar at the game later. I’m going to tell Mrs. Knight too because she won’t let you have any more. She’s stronger than daddy is. Now let’s fix your hair and change your clothes. Then we’ll go.”

Instantly she was smiling again as she did her little happy dance. She quickly walked over to her clothes before sitting down and waiting for Trevor to fix her hair and get her changed.

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[l1vvyst4r]

First week back (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

I feel so tired yet so drippy even after my first week back at college! Like I’ve been sleeping so early and it’s made me feel so smol (๑>◡<๑)!!

now I just feel like a wet babygirl in need of a good fun time with big brother or daddy but as I’m so so so eepy they could easily have their way with me but I would hope they would be all snuggly and gently fuck me and coo at me as I make eepy moans and whines as I feel them thrust and go deeper into my little princess parts!!

75 notes and I’ll do a tummy pic!!

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Breaking our Solitude (Chapter 5)

your honor I want to go eepy sleep now.

Summary: After a miracle Jayce returns to life in a dead world, it's now up to Viktor and Jayce to start over, hopefully for the better.

(Fluff, hurt/ comfort, mentions of violence, light choking, jayvik au, post season 2)

Silence was broken in an instant as a bright light shone just out Jayce’s line of sight. His eyes flung open and appearing before him stood Viktor. A kind of glow radiated off of him as he approached it dimmed as he removed his hood. “Jayce, I'm here.” He said kneeling down as Jayce shivered, Viktor looked shocked. “Jayce, are you cold? Have you been cold this whole time?” He asked in surprise. Jayce felt something in him rise then fall again, like he should’ve felt something that those words but couldn’t. He just replied with a silent “I am.” Viktor’s arm moved to lift Jayce, gently leading him to a sitting up position. Jayce felt his hands twitch to life, and his body begin to move of his own choosing. He slowly turned his head over to Viktor’s direction looking up at him as he realized he could move so long as Viktor held him. “Jayce I’m so sorry I didn’t know, I should have- well then again I don’t know a lot about your current condition-” He rambled as Jayce stared silently at Viktor, glaring holes into Viktor’s eyes as Viktor just prattled on about how impossible this was and whatever else. While he talked Viktor slowly took the robe off of himself before draping it over Jayce's shoulders. Underneath Viktor wore a wrap made out of the blanket Jayce gave Viktor all those years ago. An ironic parallel, that feeling grew hotter in Jayce’s brain as his eyes flicked back up to Vitkor’s as he spoke.

Those hands stayed on his shoulders as he continued to prattle “I managed to take the black hole to another system; I was such a fool for…Jayce?” He said before pausing, those large hands were rising to meet his neck. Viktor felt his stomach drop as those cold ridged fingers encompassed his entire throat, two missing but the strength of the remaining digits was felt tenfold. “Jayce?” Viktor asked as Jayce stared without emotion into Viktor’s eyes. Jayce felt that heat in him burn, “Viktor.” He mouthed his eyebrows beginning to furrow as Viktor starred back with a tear falling down his cheek. Pressure slowly grew, those large fingers began to press into Viktor's soft throat, “Jayce.” He hissed softly as Jayce felt that feeling begin to dominate anything else he couldn've possibly felt. He watched as Viktor closed his eyes as if to accept what was coming, his chest rising and falling with every labored breath he took as his throat was squeezed more and more with each passing second.

Watching this Jayce was flung into another memory, all those centuries ago with metalic fingers pressing into his own throat his eyes closed in pain as he fought with every fiber of his being to stay awake, even to the end he had a chance to close his eyes before meeting his defeat. Snapping back to the present he looked on at Viktor. Those eyes shut as his breath began to hitch. Soon that fire began to subside, what was he doing? What should he be feeling right now? whatever it was maybe it shouldn't go to this extent he thought, there has to be another way, like it or not he needs Viktor. Coming to his senses Jayce let out a huff before letting go of Viktor's throat.

As Viktor felt those strong hands leave his throat, he took a few seconds to breathe deeply before opening his eyes, only to see Jayce’s head rushing at his. In an instant Jayce’s hands moved to grab Viktor by the hair before *THUNK*, Jayce headbutted Viktor with an incredible fury knocking him over. Viktor landing backwards hitting the dirt he cursed like a sailor as Jayce froze midair above him. His hands stuck frozen grasping the air as he felt his ears ring, stuck in the aftermath of the collision. Jayce cursed silently, below him Viktor coughed and rubbed his forehead before speaking “Fucking damn…I deserved that.” He said moving over to his side before sitting up, hearing a kind of breathless wheezing coming from Jayce. He turned to look at Jayce seeing his face scrunched in a silent laughter, “Jayce?” Viktor asked in concern as Jayce laughed before answering “That hurt, that really hurt.” He said silently between wheezes. Viktor, unsure how to respond, slowly reached out and put his hand on Jayce’s shoulder allowing his body to move and before he could fall; he pulled Jayce into a tight hug. Jayce's large arms soon moved to hug him back, grasping onto the fabric that draped his back with those cold fingers. “Please forgive me Jayce, please.” Viktor wept into his shoulder and Jayce buried himself into Viktor. “I’ll think about it.” He mouthed back in response as the two held each other, Jayce smiled, so that was pain. Yeah, he wasn’t missing out on much.

[aylasnothereatm]

Some knight/prince professionals for your consideration? Maxim is very eepy, VR-LA gets him to rest. Mostly fluff, tiny sprinkling of angst.

“Maxim?”

There was an audible clang as Maxim jumped. “Oh hello, Veerle. Is everything alright?”

“I’m fine. You don’t look too good though.” Veerle reached up to cup his cheek, running a thumb along the circles under his eyes. He didn’t miss how Maxims eyelids fluttered, how he leant into the touch.

He opened his mouth as if to speak but no words came. He simply leant more into Veerle’s hand. 

“Maxim, have you not been sleeping?” Even as he asked Veerle knew the answer.

“I… not a lot, I will admit.” Maxim murmured.

“Come inside. You’re no good to anyone if you collapse out here.” 

It didn’t take much to coax Maxim into his quarters, getting him to take off that ridiculous plate-mail was significantly harder. Veerle fumbled with the buckles for a moment. Maxim gave him a confused look. 

“Come on my friend, you need to rest and for that you need to take all this off.” 

Maxim shook his head. “I’m fine Veerle, I just need to-“

“You, need to rest. That’s an order. There’s no danger in here, other than you falling asleep and cutting off your own blood supply with a pauldron. So help me get this off you.”

To his surprise, and possibly Maxim’s too, he complied. Despite being decidedly bulkier than Veerle, he still somehow managed to look small without his armour. 

He kicked off his boots last. 

“Thank you.” Veerle rewarded him with a gentle kiss. Maxim made a humming sound, fingers tangling in Veerle’s shirt, kissing back. That was new. Worth exploring… but not tonight.

Veerle reluctantly pulled back. “Go sit down on the bed, even without armour I’m not strong enough to carry you if you collapse.” He smiled as Maxim slumped down on the mattress. “When you collapse.” Veerle amended. 

Maxim drank the glass of water he was offered in two gulps, and then a second one after that. Veerle considered getting him something to eat but figured the task would be a little beyond him as the moment. Instead he pushed Maxim gently down, lying beside him and running a hand through his hair. 

Maxim all but melted into the touch, body going lax and frown lessening slightly. Veerle repeated the motion, enjoying how pliant and relaxed his companion had become. Cute. That’s what it was. Downright adorable. Even if the cause of it made him worry for Maxim’s view on the world. 

With considerable effort, his knight lifted his head and shifted so he could rest it on Veerle’s chest. The pressure was comforting, warm and alive. He supposed that was what Maxim wanted. The comfort of hearing Veerle’s heartbeat and feeling the warmth of him through his shirt. A pang of concern shot through him and the thought. 

“I’m alright Maxim, you know that right? Nothing’s going to happen to me. I have plenty of people looking out for me, not just you. It doesn’t need to be just your burden.”

No response. 

“Maxim?” But it was clear he was already asleep. Veerle smiled to himself, he was stuck here now till Maxim woke up, he might as well get some rest too.

[duckywuckypookiepie]

Literally typing this on my phone as I’m about to go eepies, AND I NEED TO GET THIS OUT THERE

DRAGON DAN HENG AND HIS PRECIOUS TAIL

OH MY LORRRRRDD

update: this went in a completely different section than what I anticipated. It barely talks about his pretty tail that I totally want to wrap around me and never let me go

Warning???? Talks of bebe’s and families

Imagine you guys get back to the astral express, Dan heng in tow still in his semi dragon form, the one that doesn’t have the tail but has the ears and the horns. So relieved that he had came back with you guys to the express, you refuse to leave his side, too afraid of the possibility of losing him, something that could’ve easily happened in the xianzhou if Dan Heng had wanted it too

So you stay with him in the archive room, bringing your own blankets and pillows as to not impede his space. As your trying to sleep however, you can’t, mind too overwhelmed about everything that happened at the Luofu. Knowing now that Dan heng was a long life species, you couldn’t help but think about you’re inevitable parting, wether it be due to a difference of goals in the future or to you dying, especially of old age.

You had dreamed of getting old with him, having your own family, little Dan hengs running around the express. It was something you had always spoken about to him on nights were all you two did was bask in each others company. There was always an air of sadness to him whenever you mentioned it. He’d change the subject moments later but never seemed told you outright he didn’t want that too. You just assumed he did but thought it was too early in your relationship to think about and that he wasn’t ready for it yet, which you totally understood.

You open your eyes and gaze longingly at the man laying next to you, clearly tired from the things that transpired just early today. It was really late and you were also ready to knock out but your mind just would not let you. You had never noticed the distance Dan heng had cautiously placed you in until today. You truly did not know that much about him and his appearance during your expedition was the catalyst you needed to realize that. He hadn’t even told you the xianzhou was his homeland, even when you had gone to check on him before you, March, Welt, and Stelle had departed.

Blue eyes greeted your own as your lover shifted in his half slumber. Quickly closing your own eyes as to not alert him of your staring, and thus your troubling thoughts, it was to no avail as he had already caught a glimpse of your sad gaze.

“Darling, are you okay?” He whispers to you, voice heavy with sleep, and hands soft against your cheek.

You don’t answer, futilely pretending you were fast asleep. You knew he didn’t believe it, but you did it anyways on the hope that he would be merciful tonight and just drop the subject. But ever the patient and attentive boyfriend that he is, he refused to let it go. Moving closer towards your face, he doesn’t let up in his pursuit.

“I know you’re awake… Talk to me, I know you have a lot to ask me….”

No response

Cradling your cheek, he lets go and opts for you to to be brought closer to his chest, your hearing filled with the sound of his beating heart.

His voice was the smallest you had ever heard it before, “…I know I have a lot to apologize for so please….. I’ll answer any question you ask with honesty… I promise you.”

He nuzzled his nose into your hair, clearly tired of the silence. It was his way of gently nudging you to respond to him. You sigh as you give in to him, never one to deny your lover of anything.

Bury yourself further into him, you voice the thing that’s been plaguing you the very moment he revealed himself to all of you, “I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell me… or well, I do… it’s none of my business but it just.. it hurts”

He grips on to you tighter as he hears your voice waver. Before he can speak, you cut in, ever-so the understanding girlfriend he had. “No, don’t answer that.. I have no right to ask that of you. It’s your story not mines and it isn’t fair to ask… im just hurt is all” you whisper, eyes shining with tears he can’t see.

He softly says your name, the hand which had subconsciously started massaging your hair stops to try and pull you away from him so he could see your face. You put up a fight and that’s when he gets the crushing realization of your tears. You hear him let out a defeated sigh as he clutches you tighter to his body.

You break in his hold

Quiet sobs rack your body and you feel so pitiful. You hadn’t wanted him to worry, he had enough on his plate and you didn’t want to burden him by serving him more things to think about and so you tried to keep quiet, even in this moment you so desperately held your breath.

But nothing could escape the ears of a dragon

Apologies fall from his heart and make its home into yours. At this point he too was in tears as he lifted you onto his lap, still tightly clutching at your figure.

“Shhh, calm down baby. What can I do for you hm? Tell me and I’ll do it… cmon, you gotta calm down, breathe darling breathe” he coached you into it, steadying your breathing as he was truly worried at your panicking state.

He wraps his tail around you, the blue appendage naturally manifesting at his lover mates turmoil. It flicks to and fro at your side, an illumination at his own anxiety over the situation. As you gradually calm down and tire, so does his tail, which now comfortable rests around your hips, though his arms haven’t let up on their hold you either. He was a greedy dragon after all.

You’re tiredness gets the ahold of you and your body slumps further into his hold. You effectively melt into him as he continued to hold your shape, making sure all of you, your mind, body, and spirit, remain intact.

“I’m here baby.. For whatever you need I’m here,” he kisses into your forehead, “and if you don’t need anything but for me to hug you right now, we can do that too. We can just rest and talk about this whenever you feel up for it hm? Does that work for you baby?” He gently lifts your chin to look up at him and this time you don’t fight back.

Sweet blue eyes, prettier than all of the skies in the galaxy, meet your blurry gaze for the first time tonight. He coos at your red puffy eyes, rubbing at them clear your last remaining tears. “Hi pretty baby,” he smiles, “there you are”.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were Vidyadhara?” You pout at him grumpily, “if you did, I wouldn’t have said all of that stuff and made you-“ the waterworks had already started to come out again and so dan heng shushes you as he wipes them all away.

“If it’s about when you told me you wanted a family, yo don’t have to worry about that okay? “, he grabs your face and squished your cheeks. Your pout further deepens

“I- I want a family too… when I reincarnate, I was immediately thrown into the sins of a person whom I had bit a single recollection of.. I had no one and it’s something I desperately want… I want a family. With you. No one else but you… you who found me lost and wandering. When I was drowning in the mistakes of another… don’t apologize for dreaming of having a family with me.. I was never anything but glad that you also wanted me in the way that I wanted you” Dan Heng confesses to you. He opened himself up to you, and while it wasn’t an overwhelming amount of information, the fact that he was opening up in general caused your heart to soar.

It was now your turn to wipe away the tears coming from your blue-eyed lovers cheek.

“I love you” you softly, and tearily, whispered to him

“I love you always” he whispered back to your lips

And so that’s how you slept the first night you learned the of his truth. Body’s and hearts entangled.

When you woke up the next morning, you remembered something important

“I didn’t realize you had a tail??”

[denalidear]

Sleepy

a/n: oops. forgot i said i was gonna do this whole thing. well here a little fic i wrote a while back and never posted.

summary: wil is so eepy.

word count: 886

warnings: none?

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It had been a long day for him, you knew. Between streaming, working on new music, and how late the two of you had stayed up the night before; he was tired. So when you asked to cuddle and watch a movie, you had put two and two together to start your master plan. You strategically placed yourself underneath him, his head on your collarbone as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Love I’m going to fall asleep if you keep on playing with my hair.” He warned, adjusting so his arms were tucked well around your torso. He yawned and leaned into you more and you smiled.

“What if I told you that was the point?” You teased, trying to contain your laugh as to not disturb the sleepy boy.

“Then I’d tell you you’d better be comfortable because I won’t be moving once I’m asleep.” He mumbled, now pulling the blanket covering you two further up his shoulders.

“Bring it on, buddy.” You said, turning your attention back to the movie while continuing your ministrations in his hair. Soon enough you felt his weight sink into you, his breath coming out in soft puffs over your neck. He had fallen asleep and your plan was a success.

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Wil was a sleepy guy. After the first nap he’d had cuddling with you, he requested more and more. It became a regular occurrence for him to seek you out straight after finishing a stream, only to fall asleep in your arms.

But today, he was determined to prove he didn’t need a nap. You’d dragged him all around London, going to shops and cafes. He played along happily for the first four hours, but after dinner came and went his resolve was sarting to wear thin. He happily carried your tote bag that you’d filled with the goodies you’d acrewed, but he was nearly nodding off as you sat at the station waiting for the next train home.

“Wil.” You tapped his knee, “The announcer said it’d be pulling up soon.”

“Ok.” He nodded, resisting the urge to lean into your shoulder. Soon the train pulled up and you boarded. Wil fought to stay awake as he sunk into the plush of the seat.

“Baby you can sleep on my shoulder.” You said patting his leg to comfort him.

“No, I’m not tired, I promise.” He said quietly. As miuch as you wanted to believe him, not two minuets later his head was on your shoulder and he was snoring away. You couln’t help but smile.

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The band said goodnight to the crowd, passing out the set list and spare picks. The main lights came up as the audience began to leave and the band got off stage. Wil came straight up to you, as was post gig tradition, for a kiss and a very sweaty hug.

“You did great, handsome!” You smiled, holding his face between your hands. As you looked into his eyes, you could see the adrenaline slowly leaving his system as his eyelids began to slouch.

“Thanks darling.” He smiled, leaning in for another kiss. You decided it was time for him to go to bed, leaving the venue in favor of the quiet tour bus. He held your hand tight as you lead him to the bunks in the back, speaking quietly about how he thought the concert had gone. You tucked him in like a little kid, teasing him about being a toddler while he laughed.

“But will you cuddle with me?” He said, grabbing your hand before you could pull away.

“Of course, baby.” You smiled, kicking off your shoes and sliding into bed. Would you regret not changing into PJ’s when you woke up? Probably. But this moment was perfect, and you wouldn’t ever pick a shower over sleeping with your boyfriend.

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“Chat, guess who just got home from work?” Wil smiled as he looked at the text you had just sent him, confirming you made it safely to his house. He quickly typed back a response, saying he was on stream but that you should come and visit him. He continued speaking to chat before he heard a small knock on the door.

You creeped into his office, dragging your feet after a long day of work. “Hello, love.” Your boyfriend spun around in his chair and st up to greet you. He lifted his arms to invite you onto his lap and into a hug. “How was work?”

“Good. Just tired.” You mumbled into his neck. “You can keep playing. I’ll just cuddle.” He rubbed your back and turned back around to his screen.

“Chat, my darling has had a long day, so she’s a little tired. I’ll finish this up and then we are gonna go to bed.” He smiled, reaching around your body cuddled up to his chest and began to play again.

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face as your head lulled back and your weight sunk into him. “I think she fell asleep.” He whispered to chat. He looked down at your peaceful face. “Yeah she’s totally out.” He giggled, keeping his voice low.

“That’s my cue to leave, friends. Thanks for tuning in. I’ve got to get my love into bed, poor girl. Good night, everyone.”

[raynetheinsane]

Batfam (and friends) as Henry Danger quotes

(Because im a nerd and love this show)

Damian: Tt, my parties arent that bad

Jon: Christmas. 3 years ago. 15 kids ended up in the hospital!

Damian: FATHER!!!

Tim: Damian! Were trying to study here *indicates to Duke and Steph, both clearly not studying*

Damian: I’m talking to my Father.

Robin!Jason: Dangit! All these jobs say i gotta have skills..

Dick: You have skills!

Jason: Name one.

Dick: You’re a great dancer!

Jason: No I’m not?

Dick: You could take lessons.

(More under the cut i just dont want this to be super duper long)

Bruce: How old are you?

Tim, trying to become robin: Im 13, I’ll be 14. On my next birthday

Dick: Ah so youre aging sequentially

Tim, extremely tired: Do you ever dream about sleeping?

Steph, extremely confused:…no??

Tim: good. If you did youd be dead.

Bruce: Lets ride.

Robin!Jason who is very new to this: Wha- Ride where?

Bruce: We’ve got people in the Jandy River that need saving.

Bruce: Come on.

Jason: You mean we’re going there? Together? Like right now?

Tim, extremely dirty and has a cut on his face walking into Drake Manor:

Jack, not paying attention: Hey Tim, did you get the job?

Tim: Yeah, just finished my first day.

Jack: So hows work?

Tim: Uh it was pretty… interesting.

Bernard: Hey, you never told us what you do at your new job

Tim: *just stares wide eyed silently*

Bruce: While we were patrolling, Poison Ivy stole packs of baby bottles, can you guess why?

Robin!Dick: Uhhh

Bruce: To flood the bottles with radioactive plant matter.

Dick: I would not have guessed that.

Jason: I see youre in your pajama pants.

Tim: Yeah its almost midnight, I was studying for this test i have tomorrow

Jason: What subject?

Tim: Puerto Rican history

Jason: Ah Puerto Rico… land of…

Tim: Puerto Ricans?

Jason: yeah..

Red Hood: Strike three.

Spoiler: That was only 2

Hood: Okay, don’t correct me in front of the criminals

Duke: Whats in the mug?

Tim, who just poured himself and entire pot of coffee despite hating it: Coffee.

Tim: To keep me alive.

Duke: no, no, no, no, you cannot drink this much coffee after work. This mug is comedically large!

Steph: I have the same dream all the time. It satrts with me getting a horse for my birthday. Then my dad shows up. Then the horse kicks my dad in the face!

Jason, helping Tim study: You want a good grade on your puerto rican math test?

Tim: history

Jason, who died before he finished highschool: Same thing

Non-Bat who needs the antidote for Joker gas or something: Will this hurt?

Black Bat: Yes, very much.

Bernard, talking about a criminal the Bats cant catch: Its not Batmans fault, he just needs a better sidekick

Tim: One more time.

Bernard, who knows: Just saying, I’d be way better at catching criminals than the current Robin

Dick: I’m gonna die..

Jason: Not in the house. If you’re gonna die, do it outside

Tim: I’m Robin.

Bernard: I know. I figured that out.

Damian: Todd, I wish to speak to you about something.

Jason: BABIES COME FROM THE BABY STORE

Oracle: Steph, come to Gotham Park right now!

Steph: noo, I’m not in the mood for trees

Oracle: did i ask you what youre in the mood for?

Vikki Vale: So, Spoiler, how did you catch Two Face?

Spoiler: I’d love to take all the credit, but it was really all thanks to my partner, Black Bat.

Vikki: Interesting. Black Bat, can you tell us more?

Black Bat: No.

It really bothers me the lack of Babs, Cass, and Duke worthy quotes there are 😔😔 also my personal favs show a lot and im sorry for that, but there will be more as i think of them, these are just eps 1-4, the rest will be posted like in a queue or something and as single quotes cus im eepy

[trashisstillhere]

Dude I am so sorry for asking too much I can't control my sleep deprived ass here at 11pm (different timezones that why)

I'm currently an overthinking ass atm because of my math grades so,, Nobu, how do you help someone study?? Because apparently, I NEED AN 81 TO PASS MATH!!! (<<<73 first quarter, 71 second quarter, 75 third quarter (75 is a pass but I don't wanna go to fuckin summer school or repeat!!!)

Ok time to sleep and check it in the morni- *insert eepy*

(It’s alright! You really should get sleep tho!!)

(Sorry but not even little Nobu can help- good luck with math! I too suck at it. I don’t even go to school anymore lol)

(And yea I did this quickly, cuz I’m currently a lil tired and I am gonna close this ask thing now ooo boi)