#not Dangerously sleepy but i did have a yawn or two … anyhow …

[xxplastic-cubexx]

I love the texture of Mag’s hair in your newest comic <3 your art is always so nice to see! It is 3am and I need to go to sleep but I had to check your blog because I’m low key addicted to your art!

Thank you so much !!!!!! I think i have how i wanna draw his hair down ….. i love me some curls yk …..

[vulpixen]

Lulled to Sleep

A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s my late entry for @forduary Week One: Sleep. I’ve been busy and distracted throughout February so I may or may not finish the other weekly entries before the deadline. But anyhow, this takes place in the Lost and Gained AU where Ford is a parent and later grandparent. Hope you enjoy this ficlet! 

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“WAAAHHH!!!”

Ford jolted awake from his eyes growing heavy from drifting to sleep. 

Oh my. The boys need me. 

It was a dark, not so quiet night in Gravity Falls in June of 1976, little Tate and his newborn brother Shiloh were crying and needing attention within their shared nursery. Thankfully, Ford had been awake for some time in getting some writing done in his journal at his desk. He raised up from his seat and walked towards the nursery, and on the way, waved at a tired Fiddleford to let him know he had it covered and he could go back to bed. He wanted to make things easier on Fiddleford and Lucina both as he can run on little sleep.  

Ford opens the nursery door and sees little Tate holding onto the bars of his crib while standing and crying across from Shiloh who was also crying. Tate had six fingers on his left hand while Shiloh had six fingers on his right. Tate resembled much like his father Fiddleford, save for the brown hair, but it runs in his family as well as Ford’s. Meanwhile, Shiloh inherited Lucina’s black hair, darker skin tone and heterochromia eyes; Shiloh’s left eye was brown and his right eye blue. The room was spacious and colorful with painted depictions of the forest and animals and magical creatures. One day it was going to be both the boy’s room or until they choose to have their own rooms, respectively.

“It’s alright, boys, Dad is here.”

Ford scooped up Tate and Shiloh in his arms and checked if they needed to be fed, changed, etc before he got the boys to calm down. But they did when held in the arms of their father. He then takes a seat in the blue rocking chair in the room to rock the two boys to sleep after tending to their needs. He still finds himself amazed he’s doing something like this. Finding love. Including children in their active lives. And discovering new, wonderful and dangerous things in Gravity Falls; things he wants to share with his two boys when they’re old enough. And maybe they’ll share that love of adventure like he and Stan did long ago, before everything changed. 

Ford would sing the boys a song his mother sang to him and Stan when they were little. An old Jewish lullaby from what he remembers. He found it funny she taught him the song ‘just in case you wanted to sing it someday’ but he sees what she meant now. It made him feel closer to her somehow. Tate yawned and fell asleep and so did Shiloh in Ford’s arms. 

Ford would gently place the boys back in their respective cribs. 

“Goodnight, Tate. Goodnight, Shiloh.” Ford placed a gentle kiss upon their foreheads and faced the doorway where Lucina and Fiddleford had been watching him the whole time. He smiled at the two. “I thought you two were in bed.”

“We were waitin’ fer you. Couldn’t help but ta watch and listen; it's a very pretty song.”

“Thank you. It always helped me sleep when I was little. I’m actually sleepy from having sung it.”

Lucina and Fiddleford took Ford’s hand in each of theirs and led him to bed with them. 

“I thought it was lovely, too,” added Lucina. 

[kilyra]

Having Space

Diego Hargreeves Grace Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) One-Shot

A/N: I received an Anon request for a Diego story with the dialogue prompt: “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”. I kept the events leading to this story vague, but in essence, a stressful (maybe dangerous?) situation leads to Diego taking you to stay at the Hargreeves mansion. Where you find falling asleep to be a challenge.

Warnings: None really. It’s spoiler free, but Diego takes a bit to be on page and...sorry but there’s no racy bits for this one. I was having a day where I just needed fluff and Momma Hargreeves so this is what came out. Hopefully you don’t mind too much.

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It had been a long and stressful last few days, to say the least. You should have been soundly passed out, cozily tucked in the bed you were offered at the Hargreeves mansion. Instead, you had lied awake for what felt like hours before you finally got up.

Wrapping yourself in a housecoat, you quietly slipped out of your room and padded down the hall. The mansion was huge and every time you tried to get somewhere, you ended up lost. But this time, you were only trying to go a few rooms down. Diego's door.

You stood outside for a few minutes, battling with your conflicting emotions. Part of you knew you should just let him sleep but you also knew your only hope of relaxing was being near him. In the last week of utter chaos, he had been the only point of comfort for you. You were actually disappointed when you were given your own room.

Taking in a deep breath, you went for it. Your hand was poised to knock.

“Pardon me, dear.”

Jumping out of your skin, you spun on your heel. Greeting you with a wide smile, the woman that Diego introduced as Mom stood a few steps away. She lifted her eyebrows as she watched you, waiting for you to respond.

Panting out the breath you were holding, you dropped your hand. “Um...yes, M-...uh...sorry I missed your name.”

Tilting her head, her warm smile widened. “You can call me Grace. Unless you need a mom too, of course.”

Blinking rapidly, you tried to relax but your heart was still pounding and you were confused as hell. Finally, you let out a nervous laugh. “Well, thanks, Grace, but I've got a mother. Was...there something you wanted?”

Radiating kindness through her bright eyes, she nodded. “Yes. To avoid bloodshed. It sounded like you had been through enough this week and part of my job is to protect everyone here.”

She said it in such a pleasant tone, it took a minute to realize what she just said. “I...I'm sorry, what?”

The corners of her eyes crinkled as she politely laughed. “What I mean to say is Diego can get a little knife happy, especially if he is woken up with a start.”

That wasn't better.

“So, please, allow me,” she finished as she stepped past you.

Knocking softly, she leaned close before she spoke in a hushed voice. “Diego, honey?”

Silence.

Knocking again, she reached back to guide you behind her as she started to open the door. “Diego, dear? You have a visitor. And I want to make sure you don't throw a knife at her head.”

From within the dark room, you heard a sleepy groan.

“Diego?”

“Whaat?” He sleepily moaned.

“You have a visitor. Is it okay to let her in?” Her sing-songy voice didn't let up.

There was a pause. “...Yeah.”

Standing to the side, she waved you in. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the dim light after she closed the door. The room was smaller than you expected and even more stark than the spare room you had been set up in.

“What's wrong?” Diego croaked, still not fully awake.

“Nothing,” you whispered.

“Then why was Mom in here?” His voice started to clear as he sat up.

“I...I don't even know. I was going to knock on your door but she appeared out of nowhere, convinced you'd stab me.”

Letting out a sleepy-sounding laugh, you saw his silhouette lay back down. "Stab you, huh?"

“Well, throw a knife at me.”

Softly he yawned. “Yeah, guess that's fair. Why were you about to knock anyhow?”

Shifting between your feet, you tried to ignore how awkward you felt as heat crept to your cheeks. “I...well, I was going to ask...I mean...”

“Spit it out, Y/n.”

“I can't sleep, can I stay here?” You sighed.

“I was wondering when you’d come over. Took you long enough,” he said with a chuckle as he lifted the blanket.

Crossing your arms, you stayed where you were. “Well, if you wanted that, why did you put me in my own room?”

“To be polite, give you space if you wanted it. Now just get over here.” He shook the blanket to hurry you up.

Despite rolling your eyes, you easily caved and stripped off your housecoat as you crawled into the bed. “You? Polite?”

Dropping the blanket down over you, he pulled you close. Nestling in, his breath gently caressed your cheek. “It was Mom's idea.”

For the first time all day, a smirk grew on your face. “That makes more sense.”

Not replying, Diego ran his arm down your side and to your thigh before lightly trailing his fingers up again. A shiver ran along the path he lazily traced on your body.

“You...you don't like to wear much to bed, do you?”

“Is that a problem?” It took effort, but you kept your tone light.

"No. Just...just good to know is all." There were long pauses as he spoke like he was also trying to keep himself in check. Subtly, he shifted, putting a breath of space between your hips.

Bringing his hand to rest on your arm, he gently squeezed. “Do you want to talk about why you can't sleep.”

Your smirk dropped. “No, not really.”

Sighing, the exhale was warm on your skin. “Then try to get some sleep. We can talk tomorrow and start sorting some of this mess out.”

Reluctantly, you closed your eyes. You were exhausted and actually did want to sleep. And you knew if you didn't at least try, he would force a long conversation on you despite his wandering fingers.

As he tucked his arm in around you, his breathing grew heavy, giving you something steady to focus on. Relaxing, you left yourself drift as you took comfort in being wrapped in his arms.

Having space was overrated.

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