#i need to go sleep now. I’m eepy.

[continuousmeowing]

Girls will take a nap at eight pm, have an extremely realistic dream about the apocalypse, and wake up at midnigjtb with absolutely no thoughts except “what the actual fuck”

[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

[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. 

[358jours]

Yanqing x GN!Reader⎢But I’m so ‘eepy

Word Count⎢1300

Genre/Tags⎢SFW, fluff, Reader is a big introvert and is sleep deprived, shopping dates, PDA, written and posted before game launch⎢Crossposted on AO3

You stifle another yawn as Yanqing drags you around. You’re holding hands, fingers laced together. He walks ahead of you, loud joy in his steps. He’s almost always sporting a smile in public, but the happiness radiating off of him right now is something else. He forced you out of your room today, and though you love his presence, your social battery can only last so long. At this point, you’re practically dead weight he’s carrying on his own.

Yanqing is an energetic young man, extroverted, optimistic, though perhaps a bit naive. He enjoys anything that has to do with swords the most such as taking care of them, training, competitions. He’s also a big spender on his hobbies, always ending up begging his father –or even you– to finance his basic needs. Many people are aware of who he is due to all that, and also the fact he’s the lieutenant. 

You are the opposite. An introverted soul, sleep deprived, fond of staying inside. You tend to stay up far too late into the night, kept up by good video games, and bad decisions. “I can still play, like, fifteen minutes more”, cue three am beeping on your alarm clock after hours passed unnoticed. You could count on one hand those aware of who you are too. First General Jing Yuan, the leader of the Luofu himself, then an unnamed accountant, whose existence only matters for a single reason (your pay), and Yanqing himself. Perhaps Marshal Hua might count as well as she knows about everything, but you never met her personally. 

Yanqing is the only person able to drag you out of your room for more than an hour, and the only person able to drag you out outside at all. Perhaps ‘drag you out’ is too strong a word as you always consent to going out with him, but your mood is a bit sour from your dead social battery and the fatigue in your body. As far as you’re aware, everyone on the Luofu market street has dubbed you “Yanqing’s sleepy partner” (You can’t really blame them, it would be quite awkward to ask “so what’s your name?” while your self-proclaimed knight in shining armor is right by your side). You have a very “cat and dog” personality contrast that makes people laugh, opposites attract or so they say. 

.

Yanqing pulls you forward amidst the crowd. “Finally, we’ve arrived at the Artisanship Commission!”

You take a moment to take in the sight. The sun is high, barely two in the afternoon, and illuminates the red city radiantly, this shop as well. The view is beautiful, yes, but honestly your mind is so jaded, it’s hard to grasp reality. Hopefully this is the last stop for today, Aeons know you won’t survive if you don’t get your afternoon nap. You hear Yanqing's voice and– oh he’s talking to a vendor, nevermind. They seem to know each other, by the way they laugh at least. 

You look over to the swords on display. They’re all impressive, a vast range of different colors and sizes. The one you like best is mainly clear blue and has a yin-yang on its guard, it looks pretty though perhaps a bit heavy for Yanqing? The second one is thinner, it’s mainly black with white and blue accents. It would look good in his hands. The one beside it is ew full-gold yellow, and though the color is less than attractive, the details forged on it are stunning. 

You don’t notice the vendor handing Yanqing a sword. He lifts the hand you’re holding, and looks at you curiously. You let go sheepishly to which he only smiles. The vendor giggles. Ah, embarrassing. 

You space out once more while Yanqing listens with grand attention to the explanations about the ki-controlled attacks the sword can perform. You’re kind of staring at him as he tests the sword through different movements, touching the blade with the tip of his finger. It looks alright, but the swords on display are prettier. He hands it back, the vendor leaves for a moment, and comes back with another. The same happens, and again, and again, and you feel your legs more and more. Trying not to yawn becomes harder and harder.

Your interest is peaked when the vendor brings him the sword with the yin-yang guard. They talk about the features again, he moves it a bit. He hums, does bigger movements, it seems he likes this one too. You rest your head against his shoulder “I like this one.” 

He shifts his head slightly. “Really?” 

“Yeah. It’s pretty and it goes well with your outfit. You should take a dark gray scabbard to go with it.” 

Yanqing hums. He looks at the sword one last time before handing it back. “Alright, I’ll take two, and two dark gray scabbards.” 

The vendor looks very surprised, but happily obliges. They shuffle, occupied in preparing his purchases. Your partner sports a smile on his face, his happiness showing through his proud stance. You don’t fight your yawn this time, and close your eyes. You open them soon after at the sound of a pathetic whine and your name however. Yanqing’s face is contorted in dread. You’re a bit confused about what is wrong, your mind foggy— oh. 

.

His wallet is completely empty. 

You laugh loudly, which makes him even more embarrassed. “Hey, come on! How am I supposed to pay now? And I already said I was taking it home too…” But it only worsens your fit. You grip onto his arm to not fall. The vendor comes back, and Yanqing hastily hides the hollow pouch. He looks at the vendor worriedly as you continue laughing against him. 

“You two are adorable together. Mind repeating your joke?” The vendor smiles at you both. 

“Yeah, thank you. Uh.” Yanqing let out an embarrassed laugh as he scratched the back of his neck. 

You recover enough to hand your credit card to the vendor. “He forgot his money at home.” Yanqing stutters as the vendor snorts. You’re handed back your card, and your partner receives his new swords. He carries them with his left arm while his right hand is occupied, as he refuses not to hold hands with you whenever you are out. 

You walk together for a bit, saying nothing. He’s not dragging you everywhere like before anymore, thankfully. The sun is still high, but at least forty minutes have passed, if not more. Yanqing is the first to break the silence, “You should name it, the sword. But it’s important so you should think deeply about it, yeah?” 

You hum, your mind occupied by other priorities. You pull him in a direction. “Nap time.” 

“What?!” He’s taken aback, clearly confused and in shock. “No way I’ll let you name it that!”

You pull him again and— push him to sit on a bench? He’s still lost, looking at you for clarification. He’s by the far side while you go sit in the middle. He’s about to ask more when you suddenly lay down. Your head goes to rest on his lap. “Nap time, wake me up in one hour or if it starts raining.” 

Yanqing opens his mouth and closes it, still confused although now flustered. “Really? Right here, right now? I thought you disliked being in public.”

You hum a bit, shifting, making yourself comfortable on the hard bench. It would take longer than one hour before getting sunburned right? So this is probably fine. Between the sun high in the sky, the soft breeze, and the comfort of Yanqing, you don’t think you’ll have much trouble resting in public. “Bed is too far, and I’m so ‘eepy.”

He huffs, although there’s a smile on his face. “Alright.” 

[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.

-----

“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

[tartsinarat]

They’re eepy!!

So tbh I need practice in drawing Pip’s curse because it’s complicated to draw and make it look toh-ish in style so I thought it would be nice to be a bit wholesome for once and draw a cute scene between the weirdest set of siblings

The curse doesn’t have a proper name because I can’t think of anything good rn and I always keep on forgetting but I’m leaning towards calling it the deer beast at least for now so it’s a bit less confusing when ever I mention it because it wouldn’t be called a false titan in “canon” because none of the characters have that context of what it actually is except maybe the collector because they had hang out with baby titans and would have probably spotted a couple of false titans lurking around trying to snag a titan to eat.

Anyways I feel like Luz is the one who ends up naming it that because it kinda looks like a deer from a distance, Pip hates that name for his curse because he thinks it barely resembles one and should be called the slime beast or snake beast but the deer beast name does end up growing on him.

No idea what agitated Pip so much that the deer beast took control in this scenario (idk maybe he stepped on a Lego) but like it’s chilling out while Luz and King are waiting for Eda in order to figure out what to do.

Originally It was going to attack Luz as it’s never seen her before and she is in it’s territory but Luz managed to get it to trust her enough to calm down through her knowledge of beast keeping magic and reptiles in general.

Luz finds the deer beast oddly cute because of it looking snake like and because she just finds fuggly animals adorable in a it’s so ugly it’s cute kinda way

King is mostly neutral but is sure that if he can get the deer beast to stop being so lazy about 90% of the time that he can take over the playground and finally reclaim his kingdom but usually whenever king tries to ride this beast into battle he ends up also sleeping alongside it because of how fluffy and warm its mane is, which is what happened here.

[asmrbrainrot]

🤒🥺🔴 for blood moon gator boys please

Marco:

🤒- To be honest he gets very quiet when he’s not feeling well. Like, deathly quiet. He mostly just sleeps when he’s ill, but if it’s really bad he might collect some herbs or something to self medicate. Though, again, he gets very eepy. So like, he generally does not have the spoons for that. You’ll have to wake him up to make sure he’s getting enough food and fluids. (or to make sure he’s not ded lol.) He certainly isn’t opposed to you taking care of him so long as you aren’t trying to touch/cuddle with him. He’s already touch adverse, so he really doesn’t want it when he’s not feeling good. He won’t verbally express his gratitude, but he enjoys knowing someone wants to take care of him.

🔴- “Ugh gross, is it catching? No? Good.” “….What!? No! Stay over there, I’m not going to risk it! Besides I don’t want you making a mess. Timmy already gets blood on everything as is.”

Sorry bros that’s probably the most you’re gonna get outta him. No sympathy whatsoever.

Timmy:

🤒- Bro does not care if he’s sick, he’ll still run around and do his own thing regardless. (Much to the annoyance of Marco who refuses to go near him but still ends up catching whatever he had anyway.) You can try to take care of him, but he really won’t rest if he doesn’t want to. He’s basically feral in this Au. Eventually though, he’ll run himself ragged and pass out wherever is most convenient for him before waking up feeling infinitely worse than before. At which point he’s just too sore to do anything and isn’t shy about letting you know how annoying it is he can’t be a goblin anymore. Earning some chastising from bug and the other Gator Boys. “If your gonna be dumb you gotta be tough.”

🔴- He’s very fascinated as to how something can bleed for seven days and not die. He may also ask morbidly curios/invasive questions like, “Oh so you can shed your own flesh once a months and not bleed out, but when I stab you ONE TIME, I’m “psychotic” and “can’t be trusted with sharp objects”!” But other than that not the best caretaker.

Bodie:

🤒- He definitely has a “I’ll just work through it.” mentality. At first he denies it, even gets defensive if you push him on it. But if you offered some one-on-one snuggle time, you might just get him to slow down. Just don’t leave him alone while he’s not feeling well, he’ll follow you like a lost puppy.

🥺- Okay so I didn’t answer for the other two just because Bodie was the only one who wasn’t actively trying to kill you. So Marco and Timmy would have about the same reaction. “Oh damn. Welp anyways-”

But Bodie I feel like would take it very seriously. Well depending on the type of injury. If you were struggling against restraints and got rope burn the response would probably be “Now bug, look wat’cha did. I warned you not to go upsettin yourself and now who’s paying for it?” But if it was HIS doing, that would be another story entirely.

🔴- So normal Bodie is already very accommodating, but bloodmoon Bodie turns attentive into obsessive. You better make that bed your best friend because you are NOT leaving. That being said, Bodie puts everything on hold to make sure your taken care of. Anything you need, just ask! (Anything except for being left alone)

[mx-mehri]

my family is overall pretty open-minded which I’m so so grateful for. so I started coming out to some of my family members, and it’s actually been going really well ??? like I thought alterhumanity would be going “too far” even for them but…

first I told my brother, who seemed fairly indifferent but definitely not unaccepting (think it’s just how he is about most things so works for me!)

then I told my older sister, who I was kinda scared abt the most (she’s important to me!!!!), but she didn’t think it was weird and actually used words like “full crow” instead of “real crow” n stuff which made me !!!! so happy !!!

and now today I told my mother, and she was actually EXTREMELY open to it and very enthusiastic about it????!!??? like she was actually super excited to like. support me in any way she can and immediately started searching for and sending me links to stuff I could use as crow gear and I was just AAAAAAAA HELLO?????!?!???

this has all been going a thousand times better than I expected it to and it’s actually makin me feel kinda dizzy almost ??? like woah I need to slow down abt this ?? maybe it’s because I stayed up all night being super shifty again which turned my brain into sludge due to 0 hours of sleep. oh god I hope I don’t regret all this once I’m finally on some hours of sleep again. brain too melty rn,,,, need to go eepy soon

soon I might tell my family members who might? be a little less open to the idea. I mean they all seem to be fine with furries at least which is a good sign for me :7

[mandana-the-service-pup]

eepy gurl snooz’n with her eyes open. They let me stay with her for coming in and out of sedation.

eepy gurl high off her rocker ease dropping on other patients while we wait for blood test results (all good results)

We’re home. Mandana is napping and recovering from sedation.

So the vet thinks what happened was when she fasted yesterday (bc we had planned to do sedated X-rays yesterday but pushed it back to today) it slowed her gut mobility. So when I gave her 1/4 cup boiled broccoli I had left over with her dinner it didn’t digest and move on like normal and instead hung around and created some GI upset and a lot of gas. We did X-rays to confirm and she still has some food from last night and some gas. Our first focus is to treat the GI upset. We’ll do a course of cerenia (nausea and gi pain), flagyl (potential gut bacteria overgrowth and gut inflammation) Omeprazole (helps her tummy aches) and Hills Canned K9 i/d (easier on her tummy for a few days) afterwards we’ll focus on the other problem which is her skin infection.

Her anal glands were not infected but were really full and we don’t quite know what’s going on with the skin infection in her booty/tail area. Topical antibiotics barely kept it from getting worse, oral antibiotics and steroids helped a lot but then she had a reaction to the Chlorohexidine wipes which made it a lot worse and affected a much larger area (which is unusual bc it’s usually pretty safe to use but Mandana has always been unusually sensitive to chemicals, especially after the herbicide exposure at our last apartment). They cleared out her anal glands while she was sedated and after we get her GI stuff back to normal we’ll start another course of antibiotics and a stronger steroid dose. If that doesn’t get rid of it then we’ll culture it and come at it harder.

Besides the GI upset/bloating and the skin infection, the reason we had the sedation planned was to aspirate a couple lumps and X-ray her back again. One lump was a cyst which is fine. The other lump is the big one on her left side we’ve been monitoring for a couple years. Through X-ray and aspiration the vet determined that it’s just a big lump of fat that is under the muscle instead of over it and that’s why the muscle is so firm and bulging. Possible related to that and/or her back pain, she has a muscle imbalance that is causing her muscles along the right side of her mid-spine to grow larger and lumpier. We’ll focus on that later but for now that’s all good news for the various lumps.

Mandana is in her xpen napping. I’m exhausted. Zero sleep at all last night bc I was worried about possible GDV so I stayed alert all night & morning. The sedation is causing some light vomiting and incontinence so I’m trying to rotate me resting and getting her cleaned up so as not to aggravate the skin infection even more. I’m pretty sure this is going to set off another autoimmune flare which is a bummer bc I just got out of 1 1/2 month long flare. I already reduced my apt load to 2/week max (including vet apts) but I’ll definitely need to call and push some more back so I have some free weeks to recover.

[spideysgeorg]

I have the disease that gives me brain worms over the characters in any given media that are the hardest to find good content of so here’s some headcanons for earth-42 miles/feet immorales. (If you saw this post before, no you didn’t)

He’s eepy tired 1000% of the time. Rio def won’t allow him to drop out of school when he’s so close to graduating so he’s pretty constantly on the go between classes, after school job to help take care of his mom, homework, training, and prowler-ing most nights. He usually only gets to sleep between 3 and 6AM before it starts over again. If he sits still for too long he WILL fall asleep no matter where he is and that’s how he keeps wasting credit on his bus pass bc he falls asleep and misses his stop so he has to catch another bus in the opposite direction. He is furious at himself for this bc he needs to be more efficient but there’s only 24 hours in a day and dude is trying his hardest.

Bc he doesn’t get enough sleep, e42 Miles gets sick a lot. He still never misses a day of school or work bc he’s no bitch and he can definitely handle it. He can HANDLE it. (He can, for now, but he’s going to break down eventually)

He wears glasses but he’s too scared of breaking them bc they’re expensive. Instead he calibrated his prowler mask so he can see more easily while on the job but if he’s just out on his own (extremely small amount of) time he’s constantly squinting at shit. He looks like he’s glaring but he just can’t see anything. The glasses literally only ever come out at school bc he treats them like they’re made of solid gold and they’re always in their case otherwise. (The last time he broke a pair was in 7th grade and the new ones cost half of a month’s rent and his mom had to skip meals. It never happened again and will never happen again)

Aaron actually tries to get Miles to do the prowler thing less bc he’s clearly being worn down but any attempt to get him to take a night off is met with extreme belligerence. (“You think I’m not man enough to do whatever it takes? You think I can’t take care of Ma, Tio Aaron? You think I’m a little bitch???” “I think you’re about to fall over, blud” bc Miles is so tired he’s struggling to turn a doorknob in the right direction.) Aaron admires his work ethic but doesn’t know how to get it through to him that constant sacrifice isn’t what makes a “real man.” He doesn’t even take shit as seriously as Miles does and it worries him

[trashyswitch]

The Sleepy Eepy Luigi

Luigi loves to nap. This is well known in the family. Though his abnormal sleeping patterns and sleeping positions make him the laughing stock of his family sometimes, Mario begins to wonder if the sleepiness is developing into a problem.

I am dedicating this fanfic to @affectionately-scaring, @justalilgiddybibs and everyone else on Tumblr and AO3 who love the Mario bros fanfics! I hope you enjoy!

Little known fact about Luigi: He LOVES to sleep. If he can find a comfy spot to sleep on, he is guaranteed to fall asleep there in about 10 minutes. That is just one of the many skills that Luigi possesses. Now…Most of the time it’s not a problem. But…Sometimes, Mario needs to wake his brother up to take him to bed, since he can’t really carry Luigi on his own anymore. Once in a while, Mario will find him in weird positions, and he has to help Luigi get himself out of that position before taking him to bed. And once in a while…he finds his brother flopped on the ground beside the desk chair, looking like he tried to get up, but fell down midstep and just…made himself comfortable. Those times? Mario has to take a picture and try not to laugh while he sends it to his family before waking his brother up. 

This time however, Mario was feeling especially mischievous…especially when he found his little brother sleeping with his spine on the back of the sofa, flipped upside down with his head resting on the couch cushion. This made Mario laugh silently as he noticed that his brother’s shirt had ridden up mid-sleep, exposing his belly and belly button. The gears began turning in Mario’s head as he walked up and sat down beside his brother. “Luigi…” Mario whispered. 

Luigi didn’t even move an inch. He was completely quiet, save for the occasional snore. 

Mario smirked a bit and leaned into Luigi’s ear. “Luiiigiiii…” Mario whispered softly. 

Luigi mumbled and waved his hand around to get the mysteriously warm air away from his ear, before settling his arm above his head. 

Mario’s smirk only widened as the exposed belly continued to entice him. Slowly, he brought his hand closer and closer to his belly, readying his fingers to give Luigi a good, ticklish wake up call. “Wake up.” Mario muttered softly. 

Luigi groaned and squeezed his eyes slightly, before unsqueezing them and going back to sleep. Who was bothering him!? How dare they bother him during one of his best sleeps? Whoever it was…Please kick them out, Mario. His brother knows how much he likes to sleep, so surely he can kick out the sleep intruder. 

Mario chuckled silently as his hand froze just millimeters away from Luigi’s belly. His hand was shaking, just begging to touch down. But…He didn’t. He moved his hand back towards himself when he realized how unsafe it would be to tickle Luigi in this position. Luigi could do a backflip over onto his stomach, doing damage to his already bad knees if he wasn’t careful. Mario decided that before he strikes, he will make the play area more safe. 

Mario stretched out his fingers and looked at his brother’s hands. If he angles this quite right…then he may be able to save his brother from falling, and still get his tickle attack in. So…Mario turned himself to face the left side of the couch, but remained on the right side so he could grab and pull him.  

Quickly, in one fell swoop, Mario grabbed Luigi’s wrists and pulled him onto the bottom of the couch. “Wake up, Luigi!” Mario said before hopping onto his brother’s hips and skittering his fingers on his belly. 

“Wha- HA! HAHAhahahahaha!” Luigi threw his head back as the man was overcome with laughter. “MAHAHARIOHOHO WHYHYHYHY?!” Luigi yelled. 

“Because you were sleeping upside down! And that’s really bad for the mushy thing in your head.” Mario joked, poking his brother’s head lightly. 

Luigi shook his head and tried to wiggle himself away from Mario. “OHOKAHAHAY, IHIHI’M AWAHAHAHAKE!” Luigi told him. Mario chuckled. “I know you are…I would normally stop, but I’m actually enjoying tickling you.” Mario admitted. 

“WHAHAT AHABOUT MEHEHEHE?!” Luigi asked. 

Mario tilted his head. “You’re not enjoying this?” Mario asked. 

Luigi shook his head. “IHIHI WAHAHAHAS, BUHUHUT-” Luigi admitted. 

“Ooooh…” Mario smiled. “It’s too much for you?” Mario clarified. “YEHEHEHEAH!” Luigi replied. 

“Okay. So you need me to stop?” Mario asked. 

“YEHEHES- YES-YES, PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!” Luigi begged. 

“Okay, okay.” Mario said, stopping his fingers. 

Luigi let out a few breaths of relief. “Ohohoho gohohohosh…hehehe…” Luigi muttered, looking away. “Behehed tihihime?” Luigi asked. 

Mario nodded. “Bedtime.” 

Mario helped Luigi get off the couch and brought him to Lu’s bedroom. When Luigi was in bed, Mario headed to his own bed and got under the covers. And as Mario laid in bed…he spent his time considering whether he should go back to softly waking him up, or resume tickling him awake. When his eyes closed, he made his future decision. 

Though Luigi would usually fall asleep in the house, he also would fall asleep outside. There have been a few times when Mario had found Luigi under the same tree in the park back in Brooklyn. He would later find Luigi sleeping under mushroom heads in the forest. Mario would have to find him when it was getting to be dinner time. Sometimes he would end up finding him at 10pm under the mushroom head, STILL sleeping. You’d think he would be tired of sleeping by now, but nope…Luigi could sleep for 6 hours if he could. 

There was one time when Mario had found Luigi sleeping on a lawn chair in the blazing sun. How in the heck Luigi had managed to fall asleep with the sun in his eyes, Mario had no idea. But either way, he found him like this and yelped in horror. “Luigi!” Mario yelled, sprinting up to Luigi. “What are you doing?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi groaned and looked at Mario. “What?” He asked.

Mario had started checking his skin. “You’re gonna badly burn yourself if you’re out in the sun for too long.” Mario warned. “Did you at least remember sunscreen?” Mario asked. 

Luigi felt his face and noticed how hot it was. “I don’t think so, actually. How long was I out here?” Luigi asked. 

“What time did you go out?” Mario asked next. 

“2:30, I think.” Luigi admitted. 

“It’s 5 o’clock, Luigi.” Mario told him, showing him his phone clock. 

Luigi read the clock, before widening his eyes and handing Mario his phone. “Sorry…I didn’t realize I was out here for so long.” Luigi admitted. 

“Well, be careful.” Mario told him. “I don’t want you going to work with blistering skin.” Mario told him. 

Luigi hissed at just the thought of painful, bubbling skin on his body. He got up and carried the lawn chair back to the house, before walking inside the house. When Luigi was inside, Mario made sure he stripped down to just his underwear to check for any burns, specifically on his back. Then, he sat his brother down on a stool and started to check him for any burns on his back. 

“Does any of this hurt?” Mario asked, tapping the red spots on his back. 

Luigi hissed a couple times at a few different spots. “Mhm…yeah…” Luigi muttered. 

Mario rubbed some ointment on his back, before moving his hand to the right arm. “What about here?” Mario asked, prodding the upper, outer part of his arm. 

Luigi shook his head. “Nope. That doesn’t hurt.” Luigi replied. 

“So that’s just a red mark.” Mario muttered to himself as he moved onto his left arm. “Anywhere here?” Mario asked, patting down his arm. 

“Nope…nope…nope- Aaah…okay yeah, there.” Luigi admitted, pointing to the lower, inner part of the left arm. 

Mario nodded and covered the spot in cold ointment. “Alright.” He started touching and prodding his sides. “Anywhere here?” 

Luigi pulled his arms towards his sides as he squeaked and chuckled. “N-No.” Luigi replied. 

“You sure?” Mario started poking up his ribs. “Cause I see some red spots-” 

Luigi snorted and doubled over, struggling to push his brother’s fast hands away. “Mahario, quit plahahaying arohohound!” Luigi giggled. 

“I’m being serious, Lu!” Mario reacted. “I have to check, or else they’re not gonna heal as fast!” Mario explained. 

“Yohou’re messing with me-” 

Mario grabbed Luigi’s upper ribs, squeezing them a bit for extra effect. “Thihihis doesn’t hurt, does it?” Mario asked, no longer able to contain his laughter as he tried to help his brother. 

Luigi hung his head and lost his mind with laughter as he curled his arms up. “GAHAHAHAHAhahahaha!” Luigi cackled. “Yohohohou’re sohohohoho mehehehehehean!” Luigi argued. 

“What’s so funny, Lu?” Mario asked ‘innocently’. 

“Yohohou’re tihihicklihing mehehehehehe!” Luigi laughed. 

“Tickling you?! Who would do such a thing?!” Mario teased, acting all innocent when he clearly wasn’t. “Now lower your shoulders, I need to check your neck for any burns.” Mario told him. 

“Nohoho mohore tickles?” Luigi mumbled. 

“We’ll see.” Mario replied. “Are you ticklish on your neck?” Mario asked, wiggling a single finger on his neck. 

Luigi snorted and pushed Mario’s hand away. “Yehehes! Yohohou knohow thihihis!” 

“I’ll try to be careful.” Mario told him. 

But Luigi shook his head. “I don’t truhuhust yohou.” Luigi admitted. 

“Come on, Lu…” Mario put some ointment on his spine to help him calm down. “Just loosen up.” Mario said, gently pushing down his shoulders and helping Luigi slowly uncover the rest of his neck. 

Luigi sighed and tried to calm himself down. It’s gonna be okay. He’s not gonna tickle you. Luigi felt as Mario rubbed some more ointment on his neck and shoulders. It felt almost like a light massage…All the while he was thinking quiet thoughts…calm thoughts…serenity…peaceful thoughts…sooo sooooothing…Zzzzzz…

“Luigi, you’re hanging your head-” Mario turned around to look at Luigi, and shook his head with a smile. Yet again, Luigi has proven he can fall asleep anywhere…Even when he’s sitting up. 

Mario smirked and placed his index finger right onto the bottom of Luigi’s spine, and slowly began to draw it up his spine while whistling playfully. 

Luigi squeezed his eyes slightly when he felt the touch on his lower back. He mumbled something as he attempted to sleep…but it began to get harder and harder to stay asleep when the finger was going up his spine. He let out an exhale through his nose with a wobbly smile as he instinctively arched his back a bit. 

Luigi was developing more of a smile the higher Mario went, and he soon began to let out little giggles. “Hehe…hehehe…” He mumbled. “Heheheheee-” 

But when Mario had reached the shoulder blades, Luigi opened his eyes and jolted awake. “HehehaHAHAHA!” Luigi quickly jumped off the stool and sprinted away. “Duhuhude!” Luigi reacted, scratching his back. “You said you wouldn’t tickle me!” 

Mario cackled and laughed. “How did you manage to fall asleep while sitting up?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi looked down. “I…I don’t know. You told me to loosen up…and I did.” Luigi said. Mario chuckled. “To the point of falling asleep?” Mario asked. 

“Well, it worked didn’t it?” Luigi asked. 

Mario shook his head. “I’m gonna need to take notes of when you fall asleep…” Mario told him. “Because as much as it’s funny, it’s also getting a little worrying.” Mario told him. 

Luigi looked up at Mario and tilted his head. “I have no problem staying awake.” Luigi told him. “You fall asleep in the car when we’re stuck in traffic on our way to our next customer…” Mario mentioned, sitting down on the couch nearby. “And I think it’s getting to be more than just trust in my driving.” Mario added. 

Luigi bit his lip and looked down. “Should we…be seeing a doctor about it?” Luigi asked. 

“No no no…” Mario said. “Well…Not yet.” He clarified. “I’m gonna keep an eye out on when you fall asleep, and how long you sleep for.” Mario told him. “Depending on that…we may have to see someone.” Mario said. “But All I need from you…” Mario got up and placed his hand on Luigi’s shoulder. “I’ll need you to keep going about your day like you usually do.” Mario told him. “If you fall asleep, then that’s okay. If you don’t, then that’s okay.” Mario told him. 

Luigi smiled a bit more and hugged his brother tightly. “Thank you, Mario.” 

Mario smiled and hugged him back. “No problem. I’ll always be here for you.” 

Luigi smiled and closed his eyes. He felt a little bit more safe and understood now…

For the next while, Luigi would go about his days and fall asleep when he felt like he needed to. Mario kept a mental chart of when he fell asleep and would write it down in a small journal. But the only time Mario didn’t write it down…was when they had finished work and were watching TV together. 

Luigi was laying his head on Mario while Mario was watching some sort of cliche cop show. Mario looked down at Luigi and smiled a bit as he saw his brother resting on his belly. Luigi had once again fallen asleep. But this time…he had fallen asleep at an appropriate time…and against Mario like he was a toddler.  

Mario tried to place his focus on the TV, and follow the plot. It was the usual cop show case of cops pulling someone over, only to find a dead body in the back of the trunk, which leads to a whole investigation with endless twists and turns that either make no sense, or they were so predictable Mario had called it from the beginning. 

Luigi shuffled himself around a bit against his belly, moving himself from his left side to his stomach. He let out a breath as he relaxed again, but accidentally tickled Mario’s belly as he did so. This made Mario tense up slightly and temporarily pause his breath. 

Mario didn’t realize, but Luigi had noticed this change. It was a little bit hard trying to hide the change in belly breaths when Luigi’s laying on his belly. Luigi closed his eyes and attempted to sleep for a while longer. But when the cop cars with the red and blue lights went by on the screen, Luigi squeezed his eyes shut to shield his eyes from the pain. Red and blue lights always bothered him…

In an attempt to get the lights out of his eyes, he moved his face into Mario’s stomach and let out a huff…right into his stomach. 

Mario jumped and covered his mouth, preventing himself from laughing. He had paused his breathing again, before letting a long, slow breath. Mario looked down at Luigi, who was moving his face around against his belly. “Luhuigi-” 

Luigi mumbled and turned his head to face the back of the couch, in an attempt to hide his eyes from the TV. Mario let out a sigh of relief and went back to watching the TV. It looked like the detectives were starting to interrogate the suspect through pictures. And because the suspect is refusing to confess, the detectives are getting more and more fed up with him. Then, the detective slammed the suspects head onto the table, surprising Mario for a moment. The feel of the show began to turn somewhat…it was quickly evident that the detectives aren’t afraid to break protocol to get an answer out of the suspect…whatever gets the suspect talking, I guess…

And then…Luigi snuggled his face more into his belly. While the snuggles tickled enough, it felt like his mustache was fluttering against his stomach too, which tickled him like crazy. Mario had to hold his breath and cover his mouth in an attempt to not let out any titters or laughter. Make a wrong move…and Luigi might take advantage. 

But then, Luigi moved his head up to look at Mario. And when Mario looked down to see his brother, he widened his eyes…

Luigi was looking at him with an evil little smirk on his face. Oh no…How much did he notice?!

Just seeing his brother’s mischievous face…made him nervous. “L-Lu?” Mario called softly. But the moment Luigi took a deep breath, Mario started to panic. “LUWAIT-” 

PPBBBTTBBPBFBBBTFFBBBPT!

“WaaAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Mario threw his head back, before doubling over as much as he could and holding his brother’s head. “LUIHIHIGIHIHI!” Mario yelled. 

Luigi giggled before taking another deep breath in. 

PPPPPPBBBBTTTFFFBPPBBBTTBFFFBBT! 

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhahahahaha!” Mario’s laughter seemed to lessen as the vibrations stopped, allowing Mario to get a bit of a break amidst his cackles. 

“Hmmm…I’ve heard of a soft pillow before…” Luigi brought his right hand up to Mario’s side and started poking his belly. “But not a ticklish pillow…” Luigi added. 

Mario instinctively tried to push Luigi off his belly, but to no avail. All he could do was laugh, and beg for Luigi to stop tickling him. “LUIHIHIGIHIHI PLEHEHEASE!” Mario pleaded. 

“Funny…that laughter sounds…” Luigi poked his brother’s belly with his right index finger, causing Mario’s laughter to jump around. “-Quite familiar.” Luigi teased. 

“YOHOHOU IHIHIDIOT…” Mario said out loud. 

“W-Wait a second…” Luigi started squeezing both sides of his brother’s belly. “This doesn’t feel like a pillow at all!” Luigi reacted. 

Mario had covered his mouth by now, muffling his laughter a little bit. “Mmhmhmmhmhmmmhmhhmmm!” Mario mumbled. 

“In fact…” Luigi lifted up Mario’s red shirt and gasped. “This is someone’s belly!” Luigi declared rather innocently. 

Mario uncovered his mouth. “HEHEHEHE- NOHO SHIHIT, SHEHERLOHOCK!” Mario yelled back. Luigi stared at his belly for a couple seconds, before humming in thought. “I need to double-check something…” He took in a deeper breath and blew another big raspberry onto his belly. “PPPBBBBFFBBBBTT!” 

Mario threw his head back and let out a long fit of cackles. “Yup…” Luigi smiled. “Just as I thought. This is Mario’s belly.” Luigi declared.  

“YOHOHOHOU SUHUHUCK!” Mario yelled at him. 

Luigi chuckled and stopped tickling. He turned himself back onto his side and snuggled carefully into Mario’s belly again. “Note to self: Mario’s belly pillow is very comfy…” Luigi said before poking his upper belly. “And ticklish.” He added. 

Mario rolled his eyes and shook his head with a smile. “Was that revenge?” Mario asked. 

“For all the times you’ve tickled me to wake me up?” Luigi clarified. “Yes. Yes it is.” He replied. 

Mario smiled and gently skittered his fingers in Luigi’s armpit. “Gitchy gitchy goo~” Mario teased. 

Luigi squeaked and hid his face in his belly instinctively, snorting into his brother’s belly. “Nohoho! Nohohohoho fahahahair!” Luigi giggled, snorting a couple times more. 

Luigi’s laughter and snorts only made Mario laugh as well, thanks to the ticklish jolts that Luigi’s mouth was causing against his belly. The truth was…Luigi was just as capable of tickling Mario by accident, as he was of tickling Mario on purpose. Meaning the cycle of tickles between them only stopped when Mario stopped tickling Luigi’s armpit. The boys eventually fell into a calm rhythm of giggles as they both attempted to calm down. 

While Luigi wiped away a tear from his eyes caused by the laughter, Mario picked up the remote. With the cliche cop show over, Mario tried to find a different thing to watch by clicking through the channels on the Guide option. 

[ask-grian]

i don't want you to have panic attack*(last ask)

Good:)

Go eepy now

- Gairy

well I can’t sleep with these shenanigans going on I need to prove I’m not insane and they’re gaslighting me

[stonedlilac]

Just wanna have a day of hiding and doing nothing 🥺 I normally have some downtime during my weekend and didn’t really this weekend so now I’m going going. I crashed hard last night and meh -👀

All my good girls are tired, I don't like this.🥺

I vote we all have a mass pile of eepy cuddles and love.♡ it sounds like we all need it.

I'm sorry you didn't have any downtime, love. That can make everything pile up and become overwhelming really quick. Are you able to get some needed rest today at all?♡

I'm glad you got some sleep last night. Even if it didn't feel like enough.♡