#like i fidget a lot when i'm trying to fall asleep

[teddybeartoji]

in order to help me fall asleep and to stop tossing and turning toji really does just have to lay right on top of me and it works like a fucking charmmmmm okay it feels so good and tbh i think he likes to sleep like that too bc he gets to bury his face into the crook of my neck yk?

[yeetus-feetus]

Duke is a much smaller Duke one day, he's lost all his memories beyond the young age he is now and he's scared and confused.

He doesn't know where is. But then there's Tim, his Robin! And suddenly everything is ok.

The bats have no idea what's going on, but Duke refuses to go to anyone but Tim. He's also a little ball of energy bouncing off all the walls, and Tim is SO tired. "Robin- Tim, come play tag with me!"

One night Tim ends up passing out at his desk, a sleeping Duke cuddling into him on his lap.

Except when Duke wakes up Tim is small too.

And he doesn't remember who Duke is!!

So Duke reintroduces himself and Tim let's himself be dragged downstairs to the actually Batcave!

Bruce is looking at them in absolute astonishment, they're so small!!

Damian laughs at Tim's smallness and Tim gives a cold glare. Maybe age can't change some things.

"where are Nightwing and the new Robin?" Tim asks.

"I'm Robin."

"no, I meant Jason!" Tim huffs and crosses his arms. Ah, he's so young he still believes Jay is Robin.

Duke is still clinging to him, but Tim can't bring himself to mind all too much.

Bruce doesn't know how to handle these boys, between a hyperactive Duke and an absolute menace Tim.

Dick tries to help, but even he can't keep up with the mischief and shenanigans they get up to together.

"dick pick us up!"

"yeah! Pick us up pick us up! And swing us around until we get dizzy!"

"again!"

"again!"

It's time to bring out the big guns, and by that they mean calling Jason over to the manor.

Tim settles immediately, but Duke remains overly weary around the large man with guns strapped to his thighs. He's kinda scary.

But Tim likes Jason well enough. At some point he ends up cuddled up with Jason who's stretched out on the couch, and Duke is just a little bit jealous.

"hey stop hogging him! Tim is mine," Duke pouts.

Jason raises an eyebrow at the boy, and Tim tilts his head. "You know there's enough room for both of us up here, right? Jason is a lot bigger than he used to be."

Duke considers this. "Mm okay, but only because you're up there". And he climbs up into Jason's lap to cuddle into Tim's side.

It's calm for a moment, until Duke starts to fidget, not able to stay still for too long. Jason let's put an annoyed noise and looks at them over the top of his book. "Would you quit it I'm tryna read here".

"what are you reading?" Duke asks.

"Macbeth."

Tim scrunched his nose up. "Why are you reading that?"

"I like it. Reminds me of school", and Tim catches something in his tone that Duke absolutely doesn't.

"it sounds silly. Will you red it to us?"

Jason looks at the both of them for a very long moment before signing. "Sure, but you've gotta stay still, your knees are already in my ribs."

The three of them all end up falling asleep like that, tucked into the lounge and curled up together.

Except when they wake up in the morning, Jason is scrawny little boy, even smaller than Tim and Duke.

Tim explains what he can to the tiny Jason as Duke sneaks some snacks from the kitchen cupboard for them.

Cass catches them stuffing their faces with junk food and squeals. "Three baby brother's now!" And scoops them all up as the quick and try to squirm away.

"gotta tell B"

"wait who are you exactly?" Jason asks.

"big sister", Cass smiles and pets his curls.

"no way! Really? That's so cool, I've never had a big sister before", he exclaims.

Cass carries all three of them down to the Batcave because she's so strong and awesome! And Jason can't believe he ends up with such a cool sister.

"Batman!!!" Jason shouts in pure excitement, and Bruce turns around and almost cries.

Because look how small!! Oh baby Jay lad!! So precious and smol!

"I think the de-aging syndrome may be contagious", Tim speaks up. "You should have us all properly quarantined until you can find a cure."

quarantine is fun, for Jason and Tim at least (tiny Tim is plotting revenge on whoever caused this, Jason is reading and occasionally shouting at the characters). Duke can't stand having to stay still in the same one room for so long.

idk where this is going, but consider this awesome 3am idea of mine

[letters-to-rosie]

random Ekko thoughts

so I'm trying to get a little fic writing in, and I was thinking of some timebomb takes I've seen recently. I realized that a lot of opinions people have on their relationship and how it's depicted center around Jinx, and I was wondering what care people give towards writing Ekko, so here are some things I like to include when writing him:

perfectionist. Ekko, at least in League canon, goes back and forth over and over to craft a perfect moment. I think he'd be observant, detail-oriented, probably a little neurotic, definitely the type to replay an awkward interaction over and over in his head in the shower or before falling asleep

emotionally guarded. first, I gotta say I don't think Ekko would want to be this way. but he's been through so much he finds it useful to have walls up. it's not like all the toughness is a defense mechanism—he fights for what he believes in and is clearly very brave (who else makes hoverboards ffs). he does miss, though, the times and people that allowed him to be more vulnerable, and he treasures it when he has it. his childhood ended way too soon

chronic overthinker. this goes back to the perfectionism, but I think he'd constantly be questioning everything. he's good on his feet, but he likes to have a plan, and he'd tends to think about those for a long time

charismatic as hell. this one I think is proven by the show, lol. Ekko seems very personable, likes to haggle (at least as a kid), and is liked enough to lead a resistance movement. I think he'd make good speeches and be good at convincing people. this would, of course, cause drama with Jinx, because he'd be like "all these people believe in me and my former best friend doesn't," ow

drama. I like to give him a pretty dramatic inner monologue, lol. I also like to think he's self-aware enough to realize he's being dramatic in the moment and to then continue the drama anyway

enjoyer of thrills. hoverboard. need I say more?

childish and playful side. didn't get to have a full childhood and cherishes getting to let that side out. cue fluff

fidgeter. it preceded the tinkering

player of mind games. this is mostly based on how he treats Caitlyn and Vi after kidnapping them, putting them through what essentially amounts to tests (for, imo, understandable reasons). he also goads Jinx into a game he knows he'll be able to win. I think he'd apply this thinking to other scenarios, be they big or small

too-big sense of responsibility. would feed into the drama for sure. he feels the weight of his community on his shoulders, and because he wants things to go well, and because they're counting on him, he takes on a lot that he maybe should not

self-righteous. he strikes me as filled with righteous anger. he's right, most of the time. on the occasion he isn't, this causes problems

proud. wouldn't be a real issue in most situations, but it's there

irreverent. he flips off cops as a kid. we love him for this

smart. this is obvious, but sometimes can be forgotten in the fandom. I'd see Ekko as book-smart and having street-smarts (or at least a lot more than Jayce, but that's a low bar). I think his verbal skills would also be a bit more polished than some of the other science-inclined characters (cough cough Jinx). I think it's also notable that among the others (Jayce, Viktor, Heimerdinger, Jinx), Ekko is the main science character who has no access to proper schooling at any point. sure, he has his job with Benzo, but it's unclear how much that would have taught him. Silco probably got at least books for Jinx, and the others had real teachers. there's an element of resourcefulness in Ekko's smarts which is laudable, imo

very dorky. we love a man with range. I feel like he would be able to operate on multiple levels, one in which he's this cool charismatic leader and another when you get to know him better, who makes science puns and has a lot of insecurities, which naturally leave him replaying awkward conversations in the shower. layers!

idealistic. you have to give people what they need to live

heart of gold. one thing that always strikes me is that Ekko is really the only member of the main cast concerned enough with the plight of the average person in Zaun to make it his whole business. he's tending to the crisis in a way that is simultaneously very grounded and (again) idealistic, where substance use recovery is very much needed in the setting but he's also (perhaps in contrast to Vander) throwing himself into battles that are unsustainable because he believes in his cause, even if the persecution is so bad he has to hide over it

disaster bi (this one is for me)

Ekko's a really layered and interesting character. I wanted to bring up some things I think about when writing him because of posts I've seen recently about him being reduced to "Jinx's boyfriend" (due to anti-black racism, of course) and posts just kinda about timebomb in general? I think because it's been canon that Ekko has a crush of Jinx for so long, it's easy to take that for granted and not give much thought to his side of the ship. we also spend a lot more time in Jinx's head than his in the show, even though the brief moment we do spend in his head introduces a whole new art style and the best song on the soundtrack (fight me)

obviously, I'm a shameless Ekko and Firelights stan. he's my favorite character in Arcane and one of my favorites in anything ever, so it was fun to flesh out my headcanons, things I think are extrapolatable from canon, and just some of the traits that go into writing him. if people have others (or just traits and things they think are interesting) I'd love to hear them! I love my brilliant and contradictory boy!

[spacebaby1]

Sukuna x Reader (Angst)....

Sukuna was already angry and annoyed when he got home; someone at work hadn't been keeping up with their work and stressed him a lot. So when he got home and saw the couch pillows on the floor, it made him snap. Usually, it's not a big deal since he knows sometimes you'd sit on the floor and not the couch for some reason.

"WHY CAN'T YOU FOR ONCE GATHER THE PILLOW BACK?" He snapped throwing his briefcase on the table making you flinch in your position, you just looked at him as he angrily picked the pillows up and threw them on the couch while you stood there fidgeting with your hand. "S-sorry" was all you mumbled before he snapped again, "SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE."

Running upstairs you went to the guests room heavily breathing as you tried to calm yourself down. Him snapping reminded you of how your father used to act around the house all throughout your childhood and just as you did when you were younger; you'd hide in a room and cover your ears while humming so you won't hear the yelling. Lying down on the floor with your hands still covering your ears and tears staining your cheeks somehow you fell asleep in between doing that.

After few hours Sukuna had changed and went back downstairs only to find you nowhere, he looked in the kitchen; you weren't there so he went back to your room and still you weren't there. He decided to check the only room he hasn't checked yet; the guestroom. He did find you until he walked further in the room, only to find you asleep on the floor beside the bed with your hands on your ears; curdle up in a ball. Sukuna's eyes widened as he rushed towards you. Carefully he placed his hand on your cheek and noticed the tears stains he hated himself for making you cry. He knew it was his fault. Slowly gathering you in his arms caused you to flinch awake, you jumped out of his arms falling on your butt, "Oh, I'm sorry I fell asl-" you tried to get up but he caught your hand making you fall in his arms, you looked at his frowned eyes a bit scared, "I-I'm sorry about t-the pillows, don't hit me, please." You blinked so did he before he moved strand of your hair behind your ears, "Why would you think I'll hit you?" He asked in a low voice.

You shrugged, "You were A-angry." He's eyes widened, "who laid their hands on you? Names." You blinked twice before speaking almost as a whisper, "My father, he'd get angry and would do that. Hit me, I'm sorry-".

Sukuna hugged you and let out a sigh as he placed his hand on your head, "I'm such an idiot. Please forgive me for snapping at you I'm sorry baby. I'll never even think about hurting you, do you forgive me?" You nodded in response wrapping your arms around him, you spoke "I'll try to not throw the pill-".

"No, no, no baby you can do whatever you want, this is your home. And you can throw whatever pillows you want, hell even throw the TV and I won't mind!" You chuckled at his words as you pulled away from the hug, "but I like the TV, I get to watch my shows in it." He smiled at you caressing your cheek, "I know you do, baby. Come on now I'm hungry."

Later that night Sukuna looked for where your father lived because he decided to give him a little visit later that week. You shuffled on the bed beside him fast asleep reaching for Sukuna even in your sleep, he hugged you closer and kissed your head, "I love you so much."

[neo-nomatrix]

Just Stay

Miguel O’hara x reader

word count: 885

synopsis: miguel is never there when you need him the most

warnings: SMUT!! not super explicit but a lot of dialogue and some descriptions

You’ve become used to waking up in an empty bed. Miguel was never next to you in the morning. Eventually you stopped reaching your hand to the left side of the bed, his side of the bed. Some part of you was always disappointed, though. There was still a small ache in your heart not being able to greet him in the morning.

“Are you going to work tomorrow?” You ask him, playing with the food on your plate.

“You know I have to,” he dismisses you, turning back to washing his plate.

You stay silent and fidget with your fork.

“You have me for tonight. Isn’t that enough?”

No, you want to respond. Of course that isn’t enough.

“Of course it is,” you smile.

On nights like these, which are most nights, Miguel doesn’t just fuck you. He makes love to you. He treats you so well you forget it’s his way of saying goodbye. He tells you he loves you and then doesn't even care enough to say good morning. Maybe he hopes you forget about it or forgive him. And you hate yourself for loving him so much to not care.

“Ay, i fucking love you, Cariño,” Miguel says so sweetly in your ear. Making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

The mix of your moans and his grunts drown out everything else. The world around you is completely blurred as he thrusts in and out of you. You could describe his kisses as sloppy but in truth they’re not. They’re given with such love and adoration for the brief moment you forget he doesn’t mean it.

“Say it, say it back,” he practically growls in your ear. His hands grip your waist, one slowly coming up to your neck squeezing.

“I-I love you,” you say reluctantly. Tears spotting in the corner of your left eye.

Your arms wrap around his neck and you grip at his broad shoulders. Hands scraping over the scars you scratched on his back the night before. He pushes his head into the crook of your neck to suck on your neck. His teeth digging into your neck and leaving marks everywhere.

He fucks you like he loves you. And you just can’t tell if he means it. Your hands pull at his hair as he finishes inside of you, pulling you in for one more kiss. Allowing his moans to melt inside of you.

Afterwards, you let him take care of you. You let him carry you to the bathroom and you let him tuck you into bed. You let him kiss you on the forehead and pull you to his chest as he gets into bed with you. You fall asleep in his arms fully knowing it won’t be like this when you wake up.

So of course, it surprises you when you wake up to Miguel’s arms around you. His breath on the back of your head and his arms squeezing around you like he’s afraid you’re going to run away while he’s not looking.

“You’re still here,” you whisper, half hoping he wasn’t awake.

“I know I'm not around a lot anymore. I’m trying, really,” he responds, loosening his grip on you.

“That doesn’t fix everything else.” You get out of bed and face him.

“I know it doesn’t. I know how much I've messed up, believe me.”

He sits up on his elbows, the duvet cover falling perfectly at his waist revealing his toned stomach. God, it is hard to be mad at that six pack.

“I hate the way you treat me, you know that? You’re never around and I fuckin hate it. When i’m alone and- and sad you’re supposed to be there to tell me it’s all gonna be okay but you’re not! And I am so sick of it. I want to be happy. I understand how important being Spiderman is but you have to learn to balance it out okay? Or else I can't do this anymore,” you exhale. Finally letting out what you’ve been wanting to say for months.

“You’re giving me an ultimatum?” He clarifies.

“Yes! I am! and you are in no position to question me,” you state.

“I get that, I do Cariño. But what I do decides the fate of the world. Of everyone, including you,” he tries to reason.

“Maybe we just shouldn’t be together then. If it’s that important. I shouldn’t be a distraction from that” you turn away from him. Unable to make eye contact with him.

You take his silence as an answer. You’re facing the wall, you’re hands on the edge of a desk. Biting your lower lip, wondering what’s going to happen next. After a few seconds you turn around to an empty room. The door just an inch open. He left.

He fucking left you. Again.

You’ve come to learn that Miguel will leave and abandon you when you need him the most. And you know that’s not what you deserve. But you also know that you love him, and that he hopefully loves you just as much.

You hate yourself for loving him. And he hates himself for hurting you. Maybe there’s a universe where the two of you are happy with each other, truly happy. No matter how much it hurts, you know you will love each other in every universe.

[gardenletter]

Yandere orc x reader ❤️🔥🥀🔪💚 part 3

This is going to be more of ✨WHAT ITS LIKE LIVING WITH XURL✨

Xurl was...always with you. He would often sleep at the side of your bed (when you fall asleep he would sneak into the covers).He would often nuzzle you with his tusks. It was strange to say the least but you weren't complaining you needed the company and being in the forest all alone wasn't the safest as we learned earlier,so having an orc roommate wasn't bad ... especially one so*cough cough*.

You weren't completely in the dark about orc culture...you lived with them for quite a few years ,but you were far from an expert.Xurl's behavior was unusual but you assumed pre and post puberty would change behavior and even what was expected culturally and you didn't see orcs interact with each other in there own homes.Maybe there a more touchy species .So it means Xurl likes you (there not lol he just obsessed with you *cough cough*)

Xurl would often hunt and gather food for you.You have fun running around the woods with him finding food and even Herbs for your little shop

One time you accidentally stumbled upon Xurl taking a bath in a nearby river and you saw everything from his torso up.It was a sight.He saw you and even invited you in but you were too much of a blushing mess

With Xurl being your new roommate you made more space and got rid of low hanging lights so he can walk around more freely(still small lol)

He would often try to follow you into town when you go to work,but you have to always stop him.Times have changed but not everyone has changed their mind set.Your town is relatively inclusive and safe, with a Neko family and Mr Pine being of elf blood.But an orc as you realize is much different than a cute Neko especially when the town is made up of mainly humans. So you do it for his own good.

It does break your heart each day when you see his sad lonely face 😭(but you always promise you'll return)

(he totally stalks you by the forest line to make sure you're safe....yeah)

He LOVES small animals just loves them

I've been living with Xurl for a few months now and he was definitely entertaining and nice to have around. We've been trying to get to know each other again, but funnily Xurl didn't change much...well personality wise anyway.But Xurl has been acting strange as of late. Fidgeting more, stumbling over his words he was nervous and anxiety ridden. I decided I'd bring it up to him. He's beginning to worry me and the moment I decide to open my mouth he shoves one of his tusk rings into my face.The gold piece of jewelry was reflecting the sun beautifully and beyond the ring and his large hands.

I see his eyes

They were practically looking through me.A blush crawls from my neck to my cheeks as I register what this means.As a child I would often see orc couples share matching rings on their tusks similar to the human tradition of wedding rings.I stutter and look around "T-This is lovely X-xurl b-but"I couldn't even finish my sentence before I saw the hurt in his eyes and he lowered the ring."O-Oh I...I'm sorry"I could hear his voice quiver a little and my heart started to swell and I started to choke up.

"Xurl...I'm really flattered..but-" I was cut off again "I thought we had started courting...I should have know...I'm sorry y/n i will go" his head was hanging low to hide the tears in his eyes as he walked to the door I felt annoyed by his fast assumption and interrupting me like THAT SHIT HEAD... "MY GOODNESS XURL CANT YOU LET ME Finish A SENTENCE" and I quickly grabbed his hand stopping him from moving towards the door.He looked at me with a mix of confusion and relief as his hand clasped over mine ."I was going to say I'm flattered and I should have known what some of the stuff I did for you implied in orc culture.I've gotten rusty in the department"his eyes raised from the floor but still held a sad look.

My face flushed as I thought of my next words "Xurl I don't want you to leave...I like you a lot...........Like in a romantic way but I didn't think we were counting originally so the ring was a surprise".He shot straight up making him reach his full height and his eyes filled with hope "Xurl...I...lov-" but before I could finish my word strong arms were around my waist and lips on mine.I relaxed in his touch.

"I'm sorry"....

"I'm sorry too"

A smile danced on our lips as he looked at me and his grip on me tightens slitly"I know the tusk ring is more of an engagement thing but will you still expect it.I want others to know your mine"heat was in my cheeks at his words and I felt my legs fall under me but with Xurls arms still around me I stayed standing"y-yes...I would love too....as long as you stop interrupting me " he chuckled at my comment "sorry love I was just nervous"and his lips envelope mine once more as he slipped the "ring" on to my wrist.

Your all mine

I hope you liked part 3 of my orc oc lol.if people still show interest in Xurl I will make more stuff on him and hopefully my other ocs.So show some love and I hope you guys are doing well

Love gardenletter 💕

[blakenation1]

Dead Poets Society @ an orientation?!?!

I have my college orientation tomorrow and I'm so nervous it's not even funny. So! To cope I am thinking "What would the Dead Poets Society do?" Under the cut 🤔

Cameron is trying to be as productive as he can. He's going to every tent, asking every question that comes to mind, scheduling meetings with advisors that he probably doesn't even need, he's making as many friends as he can. Taking orientation serious AF.

Knox is so nervous bless his heart. He shows up to orientation prepared though. I can see him now (if it's a college orientation) with his little like casual outfit on, backpack on with whatever he will need in it, distressed look on his face, hands gripping his backpack straps like his backpack is gonna grow legs and run away. HELP HIM!!! He ends up having a good time and making a lot of friends though.

Neil is excited, literally calm down bby. He shows up and is talking to anyone and everyone. "Hey! I like your scarf! You know- I had this friend one time and he had this scarf-" literally him. I need Neil to come up to me and strike up a conversation with me at orientation. Please I'm so scared.

Charlie is having a blast, social anxiety is scared of him (and Neil, obvi). Probably flirting with some folks, I get it Charlie, lots of college folks are very pretty. Honestly, a lot like Neil. Running around making friends, getting to know campus life and all that jazz. Falls asleep during presentations been there done that.

Meeks is LOVING the campus landmarks, "oh look theres the [insert mascot here] statue. Did you know in 1932-" literally knows all kinds of random facts about whatever university he's going to. Talks it up big time with other people in his major study. "yeah back in school me and my friend made this radio and-" blah blah blah lots of smarty pants language. Im my mind, Pitts and Meeks ended up going to the same school i wish and they'd have lots of fun together. Eating lunch together, pointing out fun little things, "oh look at that funny looking car!" etc.

Pitts is nervous when he first gets there, but he ends up loosening up and maybe even trying a few new things. If they had games or something, I know he would really enjoy that. "Meeks, look! They're having a scavenger hunt, I'm gonna go win >:)" Yay for Pittsie, he had a lot of fun and maybe even brought home some prizes or something.

Todd is very nervous, maybe ready to go home, feeling overstimulated. I get it Todd, I get it. Why I'm bringing fidgets tomorrow so I have something to keep my hands busy. Anyway, Todd, majoring in English, ends up chatting with the poetry club, and maybe even a few new clubs, seeing what's around. After talking casually with a few other people in his major, I can see him feeling a lot better, and becoming more lively, now that he knows a few people.

Yay for Dead Poets Society!! Surviving orientation!! This is so niche but I feel less nervous I reckon!!

[pillarsoflove]

can i request sleep over hcs with any characters? can be platonic or romantic!

hi! yes! sleepovers are so fun 🫶 sorry these are short, I couldn't think of much :(

gn!reader, they/them if any

characters: march 7th, dan heng, sampo, stelle (f!mc), caelus (m!mc)

up for interpretation of platonic or romantic!! fluff 🫶

March!

first off, definitely the type to forget to give you a blanket

but don't worry!! she has a lot of those soft decorative ones, so you aren't short on options, she just forgot

"this is a sleepover! you think you're supposed to sleep??" fr

if you are just friends, she definitely asks about who you're romantically interested in

gossiping about your trailblaze missions!! giggling about some people you met, thoughts on what happened, I'm ngl y'all definitely smack talk people you don't like too

hello!!! dress up?? yes

she doesn't typically like people close to her face, but if you two are close enough to have a sleepover she trusts you enough to allow you near her face! so you can mess with her hair or do her makeup

you both eventually knock out with the lights still on

Dan Heng!

if you have a sleepover you either don't live on the express or it was an accident

in the accident case you probably wanted to spend more time together and ended up falling asleep in his "room" (the archives), or you had a nightmare and being in the same room as him calmed you down

offers you his bed and he'll sleep on a pallet on the floor – it isn't much different from his makeshift bed already – just less padding

if you end up falling asleep after trying to spend more time with him he'll carry you to his bed, not wanting to risk waking you up by carrying you to your room if you live on the express

idc how big you are, he's stronger than he looks, he has hidden muscles similar to swimmers thanks to his weapon!

sampo!

good luck man, I don't think he has a house

just hops from one hotel/motel to the other

so you're either sleeping in your room, or in a hotel room

if you're part of the astral express, the hotel room is probably the better option considering the hate dan heng and March has for him

and the others probably will as well ngl

anyway! he will offer to sleep in the same bed if the room only has one bed as a joke

(platonic only, or romantic but haven't slept in the same bed yet ->) insult is probably what he's expecting, if you want to catch him of guard, accept, it's funny bc wait?? what?? deadass??

if y'all are friends he's trying to explain it was a joke without sounding like a loser 🤧

probably snores

if you wake him up bc he's snoring too loud he's gonna go on about how he needs his beauty rest so excuse you

stelle!

honestly, I think she would enjoy chill nights

like she's everywhere all the time during the day, so calm nights are a nice break, plus she's tired from the day

you two do some small activities, like maybe playing a game, or reading, or just talking, maybe watching a movie

the room lights are dim too! off during a movie :)

I feel like she would have a seal plushie..

won't go to sleep until you say when because she doesn't want to make you feel pressured to sleep at the same time as her

though if you take too long she'll probably nod off in a beanbag

offers you her bed too! let's you sleep with her seal plushie if you want (if you have plushies then let her sleep with one at the next sleepover pleasee)!!

skin care together!! you can use each other's headbands for the night, just for fun :)

caelus!

he also doesn't say when he wants to sleep because he doesn't want you to feel pressured

plus I feel like it's hard for him to get to sleep anyway, so it's not hard for him to stay up

will take an interest in your items if you brought any knick knacks over

like a ring holder, music box, fidget toy, figurine, etc etc

he wants to see what it does and know the story behind it if you have one

honestly, just wants to spend time with you, doesn't care what you do, so it's up to you!

be warned, if you do each other's nails, he's not great at it and will end up getting quite a bit on your skin and the polish on your nails might (will) be a big lumpy

but he does his best! might even try to make a design on it if you ask, though it comes out unrecognizable (he's still happy with it if you are, also, gets happy if he sees you still wearing it a while after!)

once it's time for sleep he'll turn out the lights and plug in his nightlight (apologizes profusely if it bothers you, he can't sleep without it though)

sleeps on a pallet next to the bed while you sleep on the bed

also has a plushie! it's a grey cat

it typically sits on his desk, he only sleeps with it if he's having a particularly hard night, so you can sleep with it if you want

just make sure to put it back on the desk tomorrow though

[becauseplot]

Hi hello yes more thoughts about this hgduo pre-canon, hunger games/wars au(??) because my brain is rotating them at incredible speeds. (Obligatory cannibalism tw because yeah the lore do be like that.)

Bad originally finds Cellbit while the kid is trying to use a dagger to carve up a body to eat---key word trying. Bad stands back and watches him struggle for about thirty seconds before speaking up: "You're holding that wrong." (The kid jumps about two feet in the air. "WhhUH---") "Also you're not supposed to carve with a dagger, silly. You should really be using a knife. Here." And Bad passes him one of his hunting knives.

Bad mentally dubs Cellbit "Dagger-Kid" because he doesn't know Cellbit's name. When Cellbit later admits he doesn't know his name either, Bad officially dubs him "Dagger-Kid" or "Dagger" for short. ((For the rest of this I'll be calling Cellbit "Dagger")) ((Also I'm not 100% on this name yet but we'll see.))

I should note that I also think it would be funny that every time Dagger does something notable or reveals a new quality about himself, Bad tries to give him a new name. Like, they scavenge a piece of chocolate off one of their victims and Dagger loves it, so Bad tries to suggest, "Oh oh! What if we called you 'Sweets'! Or 'Chocolate'? 'Coco,' maybe?" all of which Dagger (playfully) rolls his eyes at. Bad rotates through nicknames regularly, but Dagger personally sticks with the first name Bad gave him.

Dagger was on his own for two months before he met Bad. He is injured and half-starved and utterly exhausted. The first time they make camp together, Dagger promises he'll take the first watch, but he nods off before even Bad can fall asleep. It's the first time Dagger has felt safe enough to truly relax, so his body just crashes. He sleeps for twelve hours.

This one's honestly more of a general qsmp headcanon I have but it goes here too: Bad teaches Dagger how to throw knives (for combat) and how to do knife tricks (for fun). Current-day Cellbit still remembers how to do the tricks, and he'll often use them as a way of fidgeting when he's thinking---with a pen or pencil instead, though.

One of Dagger's natural talents is stealth. He's not as quiet as Bad, but he's definitely good at it; his cat-hybrid traits definitely lend him a hand here, too. It's the main way Dagger survived before meeting Bad, stealing supplies out of camps while people were sleeping.

Bad, being a demon, doesn't need to eat, drink, or sleep as much as mortals do, and certainly not as much as a teenage boy. To him, it only seems practical that he gives himself smaller portions of their rations, or takes longer nightwatch shifts. But Dagger (who can scarcely imagine ever being not hungry or not tired, much less at the same time) is still grateful and feels somewhat indebted to Bad, even after Bad explains.

Dagger (a cat hybrid and a little more than a bit messed up) bites to show affection. Usually Bad's arm. Any normal guy would be injured by the force of Dagger's bite---Dagger doesn't really seem to understand that not-biting-hard is an option---but Bad doesn't really mind it.

(The truth is that deep down Dagger really wants to hug Bad, but he knows Bad isn't a very cuddly person, and yeah Bad might give him a hug if he asked but he's too afraid to ask so all that affection stays bottled up until it rises rises rises and he just doesn't know what to do with it anymore and it needs OUT---)

Bad thwacks Dagger upside the head with his tail whenever Dagger is being a "little rapscallion" and eventually Dagger starts retaliating. His tail isn't as long or flexible as Bad's but he definitely does try.

Bad has a lot of stories to tell. Some true, some made up on the fly. He's always liked telling stories, and Dagger is a captive audience. He learns Dagger loves mysteries, and suddenly, all of his campfire stories are about spies, and detectives, and red-string cork boards and espionage.

The thing Dagger fears the most is that one morning he'll wake up and Bad won't be there because Bad decided Dagger slowed him down and thus abandoned him. He thinks about this near-constantly. (The thing Bad fears the most is that one morning he'll wake up and look at Dagger and start caring like he used to a long, long time ago. He does not think about this at all.)

[yanderelmk]

Question for redson, nezha, azure, wukong and peng and macaque if youd like

1. If we wanted to have children, how would you react?

2. How would you help your darling with period stuff?

3 . If I asked you to make me immortal so we could love each other forever would you?

🏮💜❤️‍🩹

🔥RED SON🔥: Red Son's face went red and his jaw dropped open. "Ch-children?? You want children?! Do you know how difficult those are to raise? But..." He fidgets, pressing the tips of his index fingers together. "Just how many would you wish to have?" "As for the menstrual predicament, I do not fear the monthly blood ritual. It is just simple biology, only smooth-brained peasants fear the shedding of the uterus." "I have already begun thinking of ways to gift it to you. I presume our marriage would not be enough on its own, though it would grant you demonic nobility status...either I will have to break into Heaven or I will have to find one of the ancient Sages to force the secret from them." 🪷NEZHA🪷:

"I would love children, but I would not be able to care for them as much as I would be able to. I am the protective deity of all children, I would rather not run the risk of favoritism towards my own. But...I do admit the idea appeals to me of having children with the one I love."

"Ah, yes, the process in which a mortal reaches developmental maturity. Fear not, I am experienced in dealing with this sort of thing. In advance I prepared many snacks, especially chocolates, and heating devices. All you need to do is rest up." "Immortality is only gained by Heaven's permission. To do otherwise...well...those who become immortal without Heaven's consent face miserable lives as punishment. Chang'e is the kindest example of what happens when greed for immortality overtakes reason. I will do my best to beg for your appointment as an immortal by my side, but it might take some time. I only ask for your patience." ☀️WUKONG☀️:

"Kids? Like...more than one? Look, I'm gonna be honest with you, I take care of my Flower-Fruit Mountain children okay, but I don't know how good I'd do with a one-on-one infant. I'm willing to try, but I think we should prooobably wait until I've taken some parenting classes first." "Oh! Periods! That's the monthly feminine thing, right? Uhh..." Wukong digs around a bit and tosses a blanket on you. "There you go!" Wukong sighs. "Look, I know I might have become immortal a good few times over, but it's really not that easy. Heaven's not gonna let you become an immortal that easily. I'll do what I can, all you have to do is eat the food of Heaven to become immortal, but it's going to be a really rough process. I'll only do it if you're absolutely certain." 🦅PENG🦅:

"I would be overjoyed to raise fledglings with you! How many are you thinking? I believe six is an appropriate number." "Ah, the matters of the femmes. I remember when I had to deal with that...tell you what, you sit here, I will go and procure the necessary supplies. Then I'll snuggle up with you until you fall asleep." "Immortality? That is easily done! Once we achieve our ambition to overtake Heaven, I will make you my Immortal Consort. No weapon, Celestial, Infernal, or Mortal, will be able to strike you down."

🌑MACAQUE🌑:

"Why would you want kids? Don't those make a lot of noise and stuff? I'll compromise: How about we get a puppy or something, start off small?"

"Periods? Um...I don't really know how those...work. What do you need for that, a bandage? I got plenty of those." He sighs. "Look Y/N, I'll be honest with you, immortality's not all it's cracked up to be. Forever is a long time. If you're adamant and absolutely 100% certain, I'll try to do what I can, but you're gonna have to accept that being immortal means living for a really long time. You'll lose your friends and family, everything will change while you never do. It can be a painful existence."

[ccghastly]

i thought your arthur sleeping headcanons were really sweet so i was wondering if you could do one for john? (and perhaps stuff with a fem or gn s/o because hes my little snookity pookie) or anything with john i'll be so honest i NEED more hcs

John and Sleep

Another series of Headcanons

'Cause John's a little snookity pookie

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for asking, I'm super glad you liked my writing!

Hope you enjoy!

As previously mentioned, John can only get real sleep if it's completely dark, hence why he bothers to completely batten down his tent every night. Hates it when hotels cheap out on the curtains and they're too thin and light seeps through and it wakes him up and he can't sleep and then he gets a headache cause he's tired.

Can and has draped and pinned blankets over windows to block out the light.

Has a permanent crick in his neck because he's a category 5 major stomach sleeper.

On multiple occasions has almost smothered himself by sleeping with his face buried in a pillow and/or with all his blankets pulled over his head.

Does in fact get awful migraines if he doesn't get enough sleep. Hosea, Dutch, Arthur, and Miss Grimshaw are all aware and try to let him get the sleep he needs without interruption. As he's generally good at waking up independently at a reasonable time.

Takes a long time to fall asleep and is easy to disturb while he's trying, but is a very deep sleeper once he's out. you will need to physically sit that boy up in bed to get him conscious, water or dragging him out into the light also work.

Fair warning that once woken he will be the most petty, ornery, disagreeable, whiney little menace this side of the Lannahechee until he can get some proper rest.

Doesn't like it when his fingers press together while he's trying to sleep, cause it makes them feel warm and kinda sweaty and uncomfortable, so he holds onto a blanket. Making sure there's a fold between each finger so they can't touch, but also hates when there's wrinkles that make the pressure uneven or there's more blanket between one pair of fingers than there is between the others.

Generally just fidgets a lot with his blankets. (Is also a blanket thief.)

Is in fact so particular about his blanket hand habit that when he's a eepy little guy that really needs his bed by time, he will subconsciously knead at any blanket he can get his fingers into.

Exactly like a cat, just happily kneading away. Gets very defensive and flustered if anyone (coughArthurcough) brings it up, refuses to admit that he does it.

Will infact knead at any bed partners he might be sharing with.

Has thee coldest feet you've ever suffered the pain of having touched your skin. Arthur will not bunk with him if he isn't wearing socks. Has wrestled the socks onto him when John refuses to wear them but also refuses to not share and keeps weasling into Arthur's blankets

Also has the habit of squirming his way under anyone he's sharing a bedroll with

A: because he likes the pressure, and B: because it helps keep the light out. This is yet another way that he likes to flirt with his, seemingly inevitable, death by smothering.

A link to the other ones for anyone interested↓

Arthur and Sleep

Charles and Sleep

Javier and Sleep

[yeetus-feetus]

de-aging au

Duke is a much smaller Duke one day, he's lost all his memories beyond the young age he is now and he's scared and confused. He doesn't know where is. But then there's Tim, his Robin! And suddenly everything is

The bats have no idea what's going on, but Duke refuses to go to anyone but Tim. He's also a little ball of energy bouncing off all the walls, and Tim is SO tired. "Robin- Tim, come play tag with me!"

One night Tim ends up passing out at his desk, a sleeping Duke cuddling into him on his lap.

Except when Duke wakes up Tim is small too. And he doesn't remember who Duke is!!

So Duke reintroduces himself and Tim let's himself be dragged downstairs to the actually Batcave!

Bruce is looking at them in absolute astonishment, they're so small!!

Damian laughs at Tim's smallness and Tim gives a cold glare. Maybe age can't change some things.

"where are Nightwing and the new Robin?" Tim asks.

"I'm Robin."

"no, I meant Jason!" Tim huffs and crosses his arms. Ah, he's so young he still believes Jay is Robin.

Duke is still clinging to him, but Tim can't bring himself to mind all too much.

Bruce doesn't know how to handle these boys, between a hyperactive Duke and an absolute menace Tim.

Dick tries to help, but even he can't keep up with the mischief and shenanigans they get up to together.

"dick pick us up!"

"yeah! Pick us up pick us up! And swing us around until we get dizzy!"

"again!"

"again!"

It's time to bring out the big guns, and by that they mean calling Jason over to the manor.

Tim settles immediately, but Duke remains overly weary around the large man with guns strapped to his thighs. He's kinda scary.

But Tim likes Jason well enough. At some point he ends up cuddled up with Jason who's stretched out on the couch, and Duke is just a little bit jealous.

"hey stop hogging him! Tim is mine," Duke pouts.

Jason raises an eyebrow at the boy, and Tim tilts his head. "You know there's enough room for both of us up here, right? Jason is a lot bigger than he used to be."

Duke considers this. "Mm okay, but only because you're up there". And he climbs up into Jason's lap to cuddle into Tim's side.

It's calm for a moment, until Duke starts to fidget, not able to stay still for too long. Jason let's put an annoyed noise and looks at them over the top of his book. "Would you quit it I'm tryna read here".

"what are you reading?" Duke asks.

"Macbeth."

Tim scrunched his nose up. "Why are you reading that?"

"I like it. Reminds me of school", and Tim catches something in his tone that Duke absolutely doesn't.

"it sounds silly. Will you red it to us?"

Jason looks at the both of them for a very long moment before signing. "Sure, but you've gotta stay still, your knees are already in my ribs."

The three of them all end up falling asleep like that, tucked into the lounge and curled up together.

Except when they wake up in the morning, Jason is scrawny little boy, even smaller than Tim and Duke.

Tim explains what he can to the tiny Jason as Duke sneaks some snacks from the kitchen cupboard for them.

Cass catches them stuffing their faces with junk food and squeals. "Three baby brother's now!" And scoops them all up as the quick and try to squirm away.

"gotta tell B"

"wait who are you exactly?" Jason asks.

"big sister", Cass smiles and pets his curls.

"no way! Really? I've never had a big sister before", he exclaims.

Cass carries all three of them down to the Batcave because she's so strong and cool! And Jason can't believe he ends up with such a cool sister.

"Batman!!!" Jason shouts in pure excitement, and Bruce turns around and almost cries.

Because look how small!! Oh baby Jay lad!! So precious and smol!

"I think the de-aging syndrome may be contagious", Tim speaks up. "You should have us all properly quarantined until you can find a cure."

quarantine is fun, for Jason and Tim at least (tiny Tim is plotting revenge on whoever caused this, Jason is reading and occasionally shouting at the characters). Duke can't stand having to stay still in the same one room for so long.

idk where this is going, but consider this awesome 3am idea of mine

[sukiitoru]

Hi! So I was thinking about ren like finding out his s/o was learning piano just so the s/o could play along with him when he does 😭

Its just so cute pls

Hello anon! Thank you for requesting such a cute idea! I'm so sorry for taking so long to write this, I was very busy for a while, but now I'm trying my best to finish everything in my inbox.

I hope you enjoy it ♡

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Ren based on his character online and not of the person behind his vtuber avatar, thank you!

Fandom: nijisanji iluna, Ren zotto.

Pairing: Ren zotto x Reader.

Category: fluff, Ren sulking.

Together.

Ren huffed gently resting his cheek on his fist, staring at the screen of his laptop silently at the message history between him and his s/o.

It was the fifth time his s/o canceled on their hanging out date in a month, they would agree to go out together, but then they would cancel at last minute saying they were busy and apologizing.

At first Ren didn't mind it he was also busy a lot of the time, but he always tried to make time for his partner, and when he finally cleared his schedule, it was his s/o's turn to be busy.

He wasn't mad at his partner, just frustrated, it had been too long since he was saw them and hung out with them, just simply laugh about dumb things together, lean against their shoulder while watching a silly movie that gets forgotten when they fall asleep against each other.

He just missed them in general but gave them space without complaining, that's what his

s/o always did when he was busy after all, and that what gave him patience.

"Just give them space man, you get busy sometimes too y'know?" Kyo hummed out over discord call, trying to comfort a sulking Ren, it's been a week than the last failed date attempt, Ren has been calling his s/o and chatting regularly, but the fact that they couldn't meet made him sulk.

"I know I just miss them" Ren huffed gently, lips forming into a pout as he rested his head against his desk.

"I'm sure they feel the same way when you're busy too, and they were always supportive of you so do the same for them!" Aster chimed in, with an encouraging tone, Ren releasing a deep sigh at his words.

"Damn, if they were busy half the time I was I would die, I can't understand how they can bare it" the male whined, shoulder slouching as he played with a strand of his hair.

The sudden ringing of his phone snapped Ren out of his sulking, the name of the caller making him almost drop the phone as he quickly muted his discord call after mumbling a quick 'brb' to his friends and answering.

"Hello?" Came out the voice of Ren's s/o from the phone, Ren feeling his lips tilt upwards at their voice.

"Hey babe! how are you?" Ren hummed out, twirling a strand of his hair around his finger, feeling like a highschool girl when his s/o chuckled softly at his excited tone.

"I'm doing good, hope you're doing well too, are you free today?" They asked in a slightly skeptical voice, Ren can already imagine their eyebrows furrowing slightly and their head tilting slightly as they fidgeted with anything that was in arm's reach.

"Yeah? Why do you ask, you have something exciting planned for today?" Ren asked, hearing a faint 'yes!' from the other side of the call, before they cleared their throat, Ren grinning widely as he chuckled softly.

"Well I was thinking, maybe you can come over and I can show you what I've been busy with for the last couple of weeks" they mumbled softly, scared of Ren rejecting the idea, quickly continuing to talk.

"I know I've been super busy, and it was rude of me to not try emptying my schedule for our dates but I just wanted to surprise you, and to do that I had to finish stuff quickly, I'm sorry, I really want to see you, so can you please come over?" They stopped rambling and took a deep breath, waiting for Ren's answer.

"Of course I'm coming over! Give me like half an hour and I'll be there" Ren answered quickly his heart beating quickly in his chest, s/o humming happily, after the quick exchange of goodbyes he closed the call.

Ren unmuted his mic and took a huge breath, Kyo who was laughing at something aster said paused to hear with the horned boy had to say.

"So?" Kyo asked waiting for Ren to say anything, the male in question trying to not squeal as he took in huge breaths.

"Ohhh, I think I know who called!" Aster said excitedly with a giggle, Ren could imagine him wiggling his eyebrows with a wide grin on his face.

"Uhhh, so they just called and suddenly I have a date to go to sooo, I'll talk to you guys later" Ren said quickly leaving call, the sound of Kyo and Aster laughing cutting off suddenly as he left call and got up quickly, tripping over his feet as he grabbed a random hoodie and threw it on, placing his phone and keys in his pocket as he left his house locking the door behind him and speed walking towards his partner's house.

He didn't know why he was in such a hurry, maybe the excitement to see his lover, or just simply the thought of them working for weeks on something just for him to see.

After about a 15 minute walk, Ren arrived at s/o's house, his cheeks were red from his pace as he took in huge breaths, trying to mentally prepare himself before ringing the doorbell.

The door opened after a few seconds, Ren being greeted by the biggest smile, as his s/o took his hand gently pulling him inside and closing the door.

Not being able to stand still for a moment longer, the male pulled s/o into a tight hug, nuzzling into their shoulder as his arms wrapped around their waist tightly, a small pout forming on his face as his partner chuckled softly patting his back gently.

"I missed you way too much, let's never do that again" Ren huffed as he pulled away slightly to stare at the face he missed so much.

"I'm sorry Renny, I promise not to be so busy anymore" they chuckled pecking his cheek gently before moving to grab his hand again dragging the male towards their Art studio with an excited smile on their face.

"Well, I am definitely very excited now" the male smiled, holding his partner's hand tighter, as they opened the door to the art studio and pulled Ren inside.

The first thing to grab his attention was the grand piano that was pushed into the corner closest to the window, something that he knows for sure wasn't there before.

He turned to look at his excited significant other, who moved towards the piano and sitting on bench patting the space next to them.

"You told me once that you wished we could play together sooo, would you do me the honor of playing the piano with me?" They asked gently cheeks flushed as they smiled at Ren, who gave them a big smile back moving to sit next to them and kiss their head gently.

"Of course love, it would simply be an honor to play together with you"

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Thank you for reading all support is highly appreciated ♡︎.

[aew-regression-cove]

caregiver adam & barbara maitland headcannons

𓉸ྀི regressor reader

Okay so I'm picturing this as you've moved into their house. They'd find out about your regression by accident, they wouldn't mean to. You thought you were alone and had regressed. It was then they walked into the room, all three of you panicking as they realised you could see them.

Barbara was able to calm you down, reassuring you that you were safe, that her and Adam meant no harm and explaining who they were.

The three of you end up falling into roles of them acting like parents (your caregivers) whilst you were regressed.

They had spoken about kids when they were alive but they never got the chance so looking after you was very comforting but also completely new to them.

They didn't originally really use many nicknames for you but after a while they ended up with what felt like a never ending list- 😂

They're both quite big on affection and hugs!!!

Adam loves to ruffle your hair playfully, normally just after Barbara has fixed it from the last time he did it.

There is no denying that the house they live in is quite big- and it's also no denying that Barbara (especially) seemingly enjoys decorating- She most definitely decorated a play room for you (+ Adam helped assemble any furniture)

^^^ this room is stocked!!! Like I said the Maitlands never got to have a child of their own so you can bet they spoil you!!! There's all sorts of books, games, toys and stuffies in the room- there's also lots of clothes, both dress up and normal.

They love to have little fashion shows with you!!! Barbara loves dressing you up!!!

On Saturdays you get to help Adam with his model of the town, he loves finding out something new has changed or been added and you've taken a picture for him. (Like Lydia did at the end of the movie)

You and Barbara bake lots!!! 🍪 :3

Now they can't exactly leave the house which is unfortunate but they make sure to have LOADS of fun inside!!!

Movie night? Absolutely, every week, several movies!!! You (and Adam) normally fall asleep after a few..

They'd make sure that Beetlejuice doesn't know of you (they try their best but he has his ways) — they 100% do make sure however that he can't communicate with you in any way!!!

Barbara is the best when it comes to nap times/bed time routines, she tucks you in happily, and most times there are plenty of cuddles with all three of you!!! (Although Adam has a habit of chatting and waking everyone up 😂)

Adam prefers reading to you or talking about your days to help you settle for sleep, Barbara prefers singing or humming lullabies.

The three of you have matching plushies that are all different sizes. (Adam's is the biggest, then Barbara's and then yours!!!)

There's always drawings you make stuck with magnets to the fridge!!!

There is always a fidget toy in near proximity. If you can't find one ask Adam. (he's probably fiddling with one that he's picked up absentmindedly)

The three of you have a 'family picture' that is hung up and framed next to the fireplace. Adam and Barbara are both wearing sheets so they can be 'seen' either side of you- :/

Adam is a sucker for letting you have snacks (even before meals) — Barbara pretends she doesn't know most of the time.

Listening to music whilst cuddling or dancing is a common activity!!!

They are both very gentle Caregivers!!! <333

ⓘ if you want to reblog, let me know and I'll decide to temporarily unlock the post or not <3

[callme-whatyoulike]

The Sound

Hellooo. This came to me after I read an old text from a once very important someone (unhealthy coping mechanisms, I know, don't do what I do lol) So, one of the lines in this little story is something straight from a previous romance of mine. It was too sweet not to use, even if it stings a little now. Anyway. Lots of fluff up in here. Hope you enjoy, byeee ♡♡

It's late. Very late. Matty fell asleep a long time ago. I've slept with him too many times to count now, so I can tell from the change in his breathing. It's slower, heavier, now. Slower and heavier than it usually is, anyway. His arms are pulling me close to him, although his grip is much more loose than it was earlier.

I've been awake for hours. Another restless night. My mind is racing, but it's barely thinking. Leaping incredible feats but finding no final destination. It's all just very...loud. Panicked.

But I don't want to wake Matty up just to tell him that my brain is being too much to handle right now. I glance at the clock on the nightstand. 2:24 AM. Yeah; waking him up is out of the question.

Instead, I resort to staying quiet, staying awake, trying to focus on the rise and fall of Matty's chest against my back, hoping it'll calm me down from this ridiculous anxiety I'm having. Wishing it away sooner because I know once I sleep, I'll feel better in the morning. The night and the darkness always seem to bring unwanted thoughts.

No such luck, though. I carefully turn to lay on my other side, praying it doesn't wake him. He's a surprisingly light sleeper.

I close my eyes and try to drown everything else out, shifting downward and resting my forehead on his chest. I wrap my arms around him as best and as carefully as I can. My heart is pounding against my chest.

Matty inhales deeply. His arm shifts around me. "You okay, darling?" he asks, his voice low and groggy.

"I didn't mean to wake you."

"'S'alright." His arm moves again, his hand reaching for my hair and brushing it behind my ear. "You been awake awhile?"

"I guess you could say that."

He hums. "What's on your mind?"

"Who says there's anything?"

He continues playing with my hair. "I like to think I know you pretty well," he says, echoing a line of his from a previous late night. I can hear the slight smile in his voice. "And when you can't sleep-" he taps my temple lightly "-it means there's a lot going on up here."

I sigh. He's right.

"There's too much," I say.

"Just give me a little."

I sigh. Trace the curve of his arm as he fidgets with my hair some more.

"I'm thinking mostly of you. Or us, I suppose."

"Mm-hm."

"I don't...often have much luck. In relationships. I worry so much about messing up or losing people, that I forget to just...be with them." I pause, seeing if he'll reply. He doesn't. He knows I have more to say.

"And you. You're special. It took us so long to get here. And I know you so well, now."

"What do you know about me, now?" he asks, his voice quiet and tired, but curious.

I think for a moment. "I know you like sad movies. And sunrises. I know you hate how messy your hair is in the mornings, even though it looks the same."

"It does not," he laughs.

"It does!" I protest. "I know...when you're sad, you get really quiet. It doesn't happen often." I bury my head deeper into his chest. "I've learned how your breathing changes when you've fallen asleep. I've memorized the sound of your heartbeat."

He's still messing with my hair, only slower now. He plants a kiss on the top of my head. "If you know me so well, what's there to worry about?"

"I worry about knowing you this well and losing you anyway." I sigh once more. "It happens. And it's paralyzing, that fear of becoming a stranger to someone who's held your very soul in their hands. To someone who you've told that you're afraid of becoming a stranger to them."

"I've held your soul, hm?"

"Might as well have. I'd never tell anyone else this," I replied, matter-of-factly.

"You don't have to worry about losing me, darling," he finally replies. "I may have held your soul in my hands, but you've stolen all of me away. I'm entirely at your mercy."

He seems to contemplate what I've said. He stops messing with my hair and instead resorts to running his hand up and down my back. Something about it is calming, and I feel myself melt into him impossibly more.

We've had a similar conversation to this before. That night feels so long ago, now. We hardly knew each other then, only that we were dying to be together. It feels silly that we skirted around the idea for so long, even after that night. I guess good things take time.

"That's awful dramatic," I tease.

"Drama can be truthful." He shifts back, looking down at me. He grabs my hand and leads it to his chest, where I can feel his heartbeat. It's fast, much like mine.

He says very quietly, "My whole heart is reserved for you. Forever and always."

Yet again, I believe him. A nagging in my brain says it's dangerous to believe the things he says. Only gets you hurt if things go up in flames. But I manage to shove that thought aside. Instead, I kiss him softly.

I pull away. "I really am sorry for waking you up."

"Love, you can wake me anytime." He's staring at me through tired eyes but with that same intensity he always has. Like he's actually looking at me. Everything that I am; holding my soul in his hands.

Not knowing what else to do, what else to say, I tell him, "Well, I've woken you this time. You should get back to sleep. You look tired." He smiles and plants one more kiss on my lips. He turns to lay on his back and pulls me closer to him. I rest my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me tightly. His breathing starts to get heavier.

I close my eyes and finally settle into the tiredness I had been awaiting for hours. My mind is quieter. Quiet enough to sleep.

But then Matty's hand moves and rests on my chest, similar to where mine was on his earlier. Right where he can feel my heartbeat.

Before we both drift off, he says very quietly and very sincerely, "I know the sound of your heart, too."

[fic-tion-wri-ter]

"Careful"

Noel Gruber x Misha Bachynskyi

Cg!Misha Bachynskyi x Little!Noel Gruber

Ride The Cyclone

SFW

Noel knew he was little but he didn't want to wake Misha up. Misha was up late last night doing school stuff he needed to catch up on. Noel was sleeping next to him on the bed while he was working. He knows Misha hates school and needs his rest. So he decided that he's a big boy and he doesn't need his Daddy's help. He's gonna get his breakfast all by himself.

He easily gets cereal, milk, and a spoon. But now is the hard part. The bowls are up high, too high for him. He tippy toe reaches until he can reach the bowls. But in his effort to grab one, all of the bowls fall. One shatters on the counter while the rest land safely. It scares him a lot. Noel falls to the floor hands over his ears. He needs his Daddy. He needs help. He wants his Daddy. Noel doesn't want to wake him up, though. He takes a big breath.

"I'm...I'm a big boy," he mumbles before starting to pick up the glass. Piece by piece, he collects the glass in his hands. But when he's almost done, a piece cuts his palm. That's Noel's last straw. He throws the glass down and runs upstairs to Misha, holding his hand out and crying. Misha is still asleep, though. He's usually a really deep sleeper.

"Daddy! Daddy, wake up! Noel hurt!", Noel shakes Misha with his not bloody hand until he wakes up. Eventually, Misha opens his eyes, realizing Noel is hurt he sits up.

"Hm? Oh, baby boy. Let me see," Misha takes Noel's hand and inspects it. The cut isn't deep enough for stitches but bleeding enough to scare Noel.

"Daddy it hurts!", Noel sobs.

"I know, let's get it cleaned up, little man," Misha carries Noel to the bathroom. He's not worried about the blood getting on his shirt or Noel fussing. He just wants to bandage the wound up. He sets Noel down on the floor and searches for the first aid kit.

"I don't want....it to hurt," Noel chokes out between sobs.

"I'll make it so it doesn't hurt," Misha pulls the first aid kit out as well as the alcohol to clean it with. He gently takes Noel's hand and drapes it over the sink. "This parts gonna sting. But it's to get rid of all the icky germs, okay?".

Noel nods and uses his free hand to grip onto Misha's shirt. He knows it's gonna hurt, but Misha is just trying to make him feel better. Misha pours the alcohol on Noel's hand, and it burns really bad. Noel starts to fuss again, pulling on Misha's shirt and screaming. It doesn't hurt that bad when he's big, but he's little right now, so it feels like his hand is melting off.

"Okay, okay, it's done. The bad parts done," Misha sets a hand on Noel's head, trying to comfort him.

"All done?", Noel stares up at his daddy with tears flowing down his face.

"Bad parts all done. Now we have to wrap it up so no more ickys get in," Misha carefully places gauze over the cut.

He gently wraps Noel's hand while reassuring the boy that he's gonna be okay. When he's done, he cleans up his mess and then looks down at Noel. The boy is calmer now, fidgeting with his shirt.

"How did you get cut, my baby?", Misha takes the cut hand and places a kiss to it.

"Bowls fell. Because I wanted breakfast. Didn't wanna wake you up," Noel pouts.

"Okay, I'm gonna go clean up. Then we have to talk about rules again. Go play in your room," Misha turns the bathroom light off and leads Noel to his room.

He then makes quick work of cleaning Noel's mess so he doesn't hurt himself again. He sweeps up the glass and returns everything else to its former spots. When he gets back upstairs, Noel is playing with his dolls. He loves his dolly's. He's brushing their hair and smoothing their dresses while babbling to himself. He hates to ruin the moment, but he needs to talk to Noel. Misha sits on the bed and pats for Noel to join him. Noel frowns. He knows he's in trouble. He crawls over to Misha after setting his dolly down.

"What's one of our biggest rules?", Misha lifts Noel up to sit with him.

"Always wake Daddy up," Noel mumbles.

"Mhm, you didn't wake me up, baby. Now you have an ouchie on your hand," Misha pushes Noel's bangs back so he can see his eyes.

"But you...you were tired," Noel's eyes tear up.

"Doll, I am never too tired for you. You need to always wake me up when you're up. We make rules so you don't get hurt. You're not in trouble, I'm just reminding you," Misha presses a kiss to Noel's forehead.

Noel nods blinking his tears back,"Bu wha if I wanna be a big boy?".

"You still need my supervision, at least. I don't want you getting hurt again," Misha holds Noel's cut hand, tracing his thumb over his knuckles.

"Mkay," Noel sniffles and wipes his face.

"You need a nap? You're getting fussy."

"Nuh uh," Noel insists.

"Come on, let's watch a show on the tablet for a little bit," Misha lays down, taking Noel with him.

Noel chooses the show he wants to watch. Usually, he would choose something like The Wiggles because he likes the music. But today, he wanted to watch Mickey Mouse. He soon settled on Misha's chest. Misha knew Noel probably needed more sleep than he got, especially because he's little. So he pulled a blanket over them and layed his head back to listen to Noel babble on with the show.

"Where Bink?", Noel asked.

"Right here," Misha handed Noel his pacifier from the nightstand.

Noel popped the pacifier in his mouth and began to suck on it, settling back down. Eventually, the two fell asleep listening to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Noel was very comfortable with how he lay, using Misha as a pillow. He always held tight onto Misha when he slept, out of habit. Misha held Noel's head in one hand and placed the other on his back. Noel would babble in his sleep, which occasionally woke Misha up, but it wasn't too bad. Noel was okay, and that's what matters to Misha.