#okay enough rambling its sleepy time

[zeb-eb-beb]

sometimes I listen to the brain demons and start being mean to myself about getting overwhelmed/stressed so easily and then I start listing the things I actually have to do and go...oh...maybe I am allowed this. maybe things are kinda bad and stressful and I should let myself feel bad and stressed about them and not be mad at myself for feeling those things. crazy concept.

[tatoasting]

:((( they havent responded to me all day and I miss them a lot

[ssparksflyy]

hello! can i request jason grace or leo valdez x child of hypnos reader ? (gn) 🫶🏻🫶🏻

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

jason grace dating hcs! ٩(ˊ〇ˋ*) ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

pairing: jason grace x child of hypnos!reader warning(s): none!! js fluff :) a/n: i love children of hypnos, u stay sleepy ! also me writing this running off five hours of sleep ( the most ive gotten this week ) yikes..

mr gets up willingly at six am nd his sleepy lover ♡

there are times where u literally have to beg jason to go back to bed cause omfg what r u doing. its six am. no u r not going to go run. no the early bird doesnt get the worm. go. back. to. sleep.

hey nd most times it works cause the thought of holding u close and a sweet sweet dream is enough to get him back in bed

but other times noooo he goes running 🙄

what is bro running from? sleep???

omg but then literally knocks tf out by like nine

one of the times when you had a sleepover planned together

you were running a little late cause ur cabin's ac wasnt working nd everybody was tweaking out

so you had to stay behind and help fix it

by the time you finished and ran over to cabin one , jason was already passed out nd lightly snoring 😭

mind you it was like 9:15 pm

its ok tho u were tired asf too , who knew fixing the ac could be so hard ??

he apologized sm in the morning tho

but u were like its okay el oh el

he cant help it bro he needs his sleep almost as much as he needs you

its better that he falls asleep early than stay up super late tho

cause like when he was helping plan out the new cabins, it was impossible to convince him to go to sleep

he wouldnt stop working nd u were like 😠 fool 😠 go to sleep 😠

nd he was like no thank youuuuu ♡

so you used your powers on him cause he hadNT SLEPT IN DAYS

u were both mad at each other in the morning and things were painfully tense

but you sat down nd talked it out like mature ppl ♡

he srsly hates fighting, he already does it with monsters nd shit so much, he doesnt want to do it w you :(

he apologized for being ignorant and promised he would be better about taking care of himself instead of burying himself in work

you apologized for using your powers on him without saying anything first, and promised you wouldn't do it again ( unless its necessary ) :))

to this day, youve still kept your promises ♡

jason is SUCH a sucker for when you touch his hair

the most relaxing thing everrrrr

i will die on this hill ppl dont play w me

his hair would be soft asf bro

best believe he uses a good conditioner !!

he lets u play w his hair nd do wtv u want with it cause like ~relaxing~

so best believe you have a 0.5 of him with all his hair tied up and looking like a palm tree

0.5s of jason would literally be flawless asf but scary

cause ur like omg by bf is so cute- god DAMN somebody get this man contacts

he looks amazing but THEM EYES

terrifying. staring into ur soul.

theyre cute tho ♡♡

you OBVI have matching pjs

i cannot decide if jason would go to sleep w just pj pants nd no shirt or if would have light blue and white striped pants, a button up shirt, slippers, a cap with a little fuzzy ball at the end, nd a candlestick

jason grace is a SPECTRUM OKAY

but he buys u so many plushies ugh

you own so many jellycats im so jealous

he helps u name them nd their literally ur children like

u have matching build-a-bears !!!

the voice memos are messages u made for each other :(

his to u is a quick ramble about how much he loves u but gets cut off cause he only had 20 seconds ♡♡

nd u get matching outfits for them!!

urs is named 'sleepy' and his is named 'sparky' ♡

i feel like jason gets some real bad nightmares

like yea every demigod does but he gets his more frequently nd their more graphic bcs of what he's seen and gone through :(

most of the time they arent even messages from his dad, theyre just really bad flashbacks of horrible times in his life

but ever since you started spending ur nights together, theyve toned down so much

now he even gets dreams abt your future together sometimes :((

he really wants to tell you about those dreams cause they feel so real but hes scared that youll think its weird or get uncomfortable

little does he know you get those exact same dreams ♡

and on the same nights as he does...

CAUSE UR MEETING IN UR DREAMSSSSSSS

nd thats how ur dad shows his love to you !

zeus doesnt gaf. wtv we dont like him anyway

i mean sometimes hes like erm gtfo my cabin 🤨

but doesn't actually do anything

u literally dont care for anybody's thoughts tho cause you bagged a baddie as sleepy as you ♡

an two: ik i didnt talk abt sleepovers together but like ive got a jason fic called sleepover (thats also gn!) if u wanted to read that :DD but i hoped u enjoyed and have a good day/night!! GO STREAM THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT.

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson ♡

[narraboths]

i'd like to think you could just walk into a diner in national city and see supergirl (costume and all, no fucks given) and lena luthor making out like teenagers in a corner booth

[Ao3]

The first time Supergirl comes to The Intergalactic, she’s thrown straight through its glass doors by a giant space lizard.

It’s really not how Ellie imagined meeting the city’s superhero. It’s not that she thought she’d actually ever meet Supergirl, least of all at work. Tucked away in a side-street near National City University and surviving in a cramped space, with minimal staff, and decor left from the beginning of the Space Age, The Intergalactic mostly sees harried college students and late-night party-goers in need of some fuel. Alien attacks and billowing capes are usually not on the menu.

She has no time to be disappointed by the circumstances of their chance meeting, though. She cannot feel anything beyond absolute terror, really, given the giant space lizard that just made the Girl of Steel demolish their sleepy burger joint’s entrance.

But then, Supergirl climbs back to her feet as she always does, shoulders squared, arms raised, ready to fight. She winces a little at the damage, shooting an apologetic smile towards Ellie before she’d fly up up and away, dragging the lizard into the sky with her. The sight of it is so fucking cool that for a second, Ellie is even distracted from the absolute wreckage around her.

(Then, her shoes almost catch fire and she’s brought back to the cold, hard, rubble-covered ground of reality.)

Later, when the news reports are loud with praise for another successful Super-save, and Ellie has managed to sweep up most of the broken glass and endured a hysterical call from her boss, Supergirl touches down in front of their doors again.

“Hello,” she waves with a little smile. She still has soot marks on her face, but she stands tall, impossibly dashing. “I’m very sorry for the commotion,” she says, before Ellie could even process the fact that the hero of National City is at her doorstep, again, engaging with her in casual conversation. “I just wanted to check in and see if everyone here was alright.”

“You just fought with an alien lizard,” Ellie blurts out, and Supergirl shrugs, in a hey, just another day on the job kinda way.

“Dracokardosian, actually. Doesn’t matter,” she adds quickly, then plants her hands on her hips. The Super-pose. It makes her shoulders seem even wider, the fabric of her suit straining against her upper arms. Ellie feels giddy. “Listen, I’ll make sure you’ll be reimbursed for the damage, but can I lend a hand with anything?”

“We’re fine, I think. It’s only the storefront that got hit– that you hit. No great damage, no injuries.” Supergirl smiles with palpable relief, and Ellie feels the need to ramble on, to keep her there, to bask in the glory of the superhero a little longer. The smell of still-hot frying oil wafting from the kitchen gives her the prompt before she’d even think about it. “Would you like a burger?”

Supergirl looks at her with a confused frown.

“Aren’t you guys closed up yet?”

“I mean, it’s not like we can really close right now,” Ellie shrugs, gesturing towards the gaping hole where the diner’s entrance used to be. It earns an amused little snort from Supergirl, just enough of a boost for Ellie to press on, heart beating in her throat. “Plus, you’re the only reason the place is still standing at all and I’d really like to be able to brag about having served Supergirl, like how many places get to do that?“

“Well, there’s this great patisserie on Lamarr Ave,” Supergirl says, forehead crinkling in concentration as she mulls over the answer. “And then my regular Chinese place, and this café in Paris–” She cuts herself off with a grin. “Okay, point taken. I would love one. But mind if I fix your door in the meantime?”

Ellie nods so vehemently that she gives herself a headrush.

“It’s a deal.”

Supergirl touches a hand to her earpiece, speaking low and incomprehensible before she’d speed away again and Ellie saunters off to the kitchen.

Inside, Jay is half-napping over the sink. He wakes from his slumber with dark, bleary eyes and stares in disbelief as Ellie rattles off the order, until she tells him it’s for Supergirl. He laughs first (yeah, and I’m the Virgin Mary), then takes a peek outside where Supergirl now busy welding the new doors using her heat vision, with a swarm of nanites hovering nearby for assistance. She stops for a second to wave at them: Ellie feels her heart fluttering and Jay gets all red and sweaty, rushing back to the kitchen and getting to it with such dedication as if the diner making it into the Michelin Guide depended on it.

By the time he’s done, The Intergalactic is sporting a brand new, shiny pair of doors, and Supergirl is sitting in a booth, excitedly drumming on a table with her fingers. Then, one burger swiftly turns into three, plus six sides of fries, two milkshakes, and some fried onions for good measure, Supergirl wolfing it all down at a speed fitting her superhuman appetite. She still finds the time to entertain Ellie and Jay with details of her fight between bites (his name is Spike, he was just scared), joking around with them with such geniality that makes her seem more like one of the nicer jocks from NCU, not a demigod in a supersuit. She’s sunshine personified. She compliments the food about half a dozen times (Jay blushes so hard that his face ends up looking like a ripe tomato), leaves a tip large enough to foot the bill twice, and even though it’s nearing midnight by the time she steps outside, Ellie feels a heavy pang in her heart to watch her leave. Supergirl smiles and waves them goodbye, and Ellie manages to run outside just as she takes off, yelling after her: 

“See you again!”

She thinks she can see Supergirl wink at her before she speeds away.

-

The second time Supergirl visits the diner, it’s been well over a month since the space lizard incident, and Ellie has honestly given up on ever seeing the Girl of Steel in person again. It’s just past the mid-day rush, the diner mostly emptied out, the staff finally getting a breather. She’s busy cleaning the tables in the back when Lev walks up to her, poking her arm.

“Hey, am I tripping, or is that really Supergirl?”

Ellie turns around at lightning speed, just in time to catch Supergirl leaning against the empty counter with a friendly smile.

"Can I get a booth?” She asks, courteously ignoring the way Lev’s jaw is hanging wide open. “Your burgers smell so fantastic, my mouth has been watering all the way from Metropolis.”

Ellie’s shaking with so much nervous energy that she thinks she might start vibrating like the Flash.

“Make yourself comfortable wherever, I’ll be right with you!”

-

Supergirl is, well, just super. 

Her visits to The Intergalactic are infrequent enough that the place doesn’t get hounded by paps, or Super-fans, or any villain of the week; arriving almost always in off-hours, when the place is almost as empty as the street outside. But her appearances are plenty enough for every single member of the staff to fall head over heels in love with her. She turns out to be just as ridiculously kind and nice as the CatCo fluff pieces would have the public believe: always praising the food, being as courteous with the staff as she is game to take selfies with them. She chats with Lev about their college studies, gives Ellie an air-lift when her car breaks down one night. She makes people smile just by walking through the door.

She’s the best part of the job.

-

When Supergirl turns up with Lena Luthor at her side one day, Ellie’s already so used to the outlandishness of their superhero regular that she’s only moderately shaken to see the most notorious public figure of National City striding into the diner with her.

She still almost bites down on her tongue and trips over, because holy shit, Lena Luthor is a sight. There’s always a touch of unreal about Supergirl’s appearance – maybe it’s the suit, maybe it’s the knowledge that she’s an alien, maybe it’s the fact that she always looks like she’s glowing from the inside. Her towering physique and artfully drawn features are awing, but they also seem just right for a superhero.

But Lena Luthor is only an ordinary human, and no ordinary human, all-powerful CEO or not, should look like a Greek goddess personified.

Ellie is so engrossed that she doesn’t even notice at first how Supergirl’s hand is resting on the small of Miss Luthor’s back, how they’re standing so close that their shoulders brush together, Lena Luthor leaning just slightly against the hero.

“Quaint,” she murmurs, low and amused, and though there’s nothing unkind about it, Ellie’s suddenly very aware of how pristine she looks in the middle of their greasy little diner. (Shit, her clothes must be worth more than the whole place.) But then, before she could get flustered, Supergirl snorts, bumping Miss Luthor’s shoulder with a grin.

“Don’t knock it till you try it.”

Their rapport is so charming that at first, it doesn’t even register with Ellie how downright smitten Lena Luthor’s smile is in response to Supergirl’s teasing.

-

Lena Luthor turns out to be super in her own ways. She’s more reserved than Supergirl, more guarded about her appearances, too, but disarmingly nice all the same. The tabloid headlines screaming ice queen and megalomaniac seem more and more ridiculous with every visit – there’s very little that says Mad Luthor about the small, overworked young woman who makes a point of asking about her day and leaves large enough tips that they can refit the whole kitchen with it and fix up the back room.

They keep odd hours those days, though, popping in for early morning coffees, or late, late night snacks. They share a plate more often than not, and the sight of Supergirl stealing a bite off of Lena Luthor’s fork becomes somewhat of a regular occurrence. (In no particular order, so does the following: Lena Luthor’s head resting on Supergirl’s shoulders, eyes fluttered shut; Supergirl leaning forward a little so Lena Luthor can press a goodbye kiss to her cheek before the superhero would fly off with a grin; Lena Luthor wiping some grease from the corner of Supergirl’s mouth with an indescribably fond smile).

It starts feeling like something that’s just meant to be.

-

Ellie doesn’t know whether it’s their first kiss or not when she witnesses it.

She’d never want to pry, either. It’s only by accident that she sees it happen at all. But she does see it, late one night, when Supergirl and Miss Luthor are huddled together in one of the booths in the back.

They look a little tired now – Supergirl’s cape is half off her shoulder, Lena Luthor’s hair let down and a touch messy, jarringly for her usually so put-together appearance – but sweet, too, as they always do, and utterly enamored. Supergirl’s hand is cradling Lena’s chin, Lena’s hands are buried in her golden mane, their lips pressing together gently, both of them smiling radiantly, lost in their own world. Then Lena presses forward a little, pushing Supergirl against her seat, and Ellie turns away with a burning face and starts scrubbing a table so hard that she risks putting a hole through the damn thing, trying to pretend she didn’t hear the breathless, overjoyed laugh echoing through the empty room.

-

It is, strictly speaking, not an issue that National City’s power couple has picked your place of work to be their makeout spot. Supergirl’s still the nicest person alive and Miss Luthor’s tipping habits have only grown more generous. They just take the booth that’s the farthest in the back, Ellie tries not to bother them too much, and if someone catches a glimpse of a red cape or a striking jawline, an emphatic glare and Just be cool, man usually does the trick.

Heroes, they’re just like us.

[simplyreveries]

Hi ^^ I read through some of your stuff and I really love your writing, can I request sleepover/cuddling headcanons for Riddle, Azul, Jamil, and Ortho? (And additionally, if it's okay could Idia be in Orthos platonically? Ignihyde sleepover :3)

sleepover; riddle, azul, jamil, ignihyde

thank you!<3

riddle rosehearts

now riddle can be stickler about these types of things but if you plead him enough, he can't help but give in. he does have habits and a pretty strict bedtime routine for himself- you're going to have to help him loosen up just a little bit. he can't help but feel his heart melt when he sees you cozied up in pajamas.

he does like to get some schoolwork done before rest because he's a nerd or whatever, but you can at least do your own thing and chat with him while he does. it's mostly you rambling and talking about something stupid the trio did earlier that day with him humming in acknowledgement or him shaking his head with a small smile of amusement.

though he chastises others for staying later than necessary... he will indulge in a few games with you, something like card games, he only knows a few so you may need to explain how some of them work. he mostly sees ace showing others them, but he doesn't play much himself. but riddle loves puzzles the most and he wants to be able to do something together rather than compete each other.

at the end of it once you initiate holding (ya he's the little spoon what about it...) him he's hesitant but turns into a puddle of mush. and please play with his hair, he'd hold onto you tighter. also, you know how once you get sleepy and overtired you open up easily? yeah that's kind what ends up happening. it's a good thing though because that just means he feels safe with you.

azul ashengrotto

hes the one to suggest you staying, during a more tired and overworked state as you came to visit him after mostro lounges hours in his office he turns clingy (i mean more so than usual) and doesn't want to let you go. if you even try to get up when hes holding onto you with his eyes closed he'll hold you tighter.

you only laugh and help each other to get ready for bed. he was curious when he saw any kind of skincare you do, he does that too but he still doesnt know that much with these things in the land. so now there's even more perks to staying over because now you get: azul without glasses and him begrudgingly letting you put a facemask on him. he was weirded out and even found them to be silly look, but boy was he THANKFUL when he felt his skin right after. not to mention he has a newfound love for you putting the skincare on for him, your touch gives him chills, but he wants more.

i bet you his bed is literally the softest thing ever... like you're sleeping well tonight. azul has got the silk sheets and everything. its nice until you feel how naturally cold azul's body is when he touches you and puts his arms around you. he prefers laying in a position where you're facing each other, your faces are practically right in front of one other. azul likes to rub your arm while hes trying to sleep... very soothing and comforting would recommend.

jamil viper

it's actually pretty common for you to decide to spend the night over rather than going all the way back to ramshackle. jamil isn't exactly complaining either he wants all his time with you. it's so pretty to see him with his hair all the way down and of course he wants you to play with it when he's holding you. he enjoys it when you offer to brush it for him.

you two usually play a lot of games with each other, cards, board games or mancala which he enjoys the most with you. he doesn't go easy on you even if it's supposed to be a simple and chill time together because hes a stupid bastard like that. he'll give some airy laugh and say "you probably shouldn't have done that" pointing out how you couldve done better against him.

if you're feeling hungry he'll cook something so good up for the two of you. he doesn't mind whether or not you join in cooking it to or watching him and chatting with him as he whips something that you just know smells heavenly up.

once you two are ready for bed though jamil prefers to hold you against him. he sometimes loves just burying his face into the crook of your neck, he'll kiss you lightly here and there too, its actually very sweet.

ignihyde

oh gosh any sleepover with these two are so fun. there's literally so much to do with them and so much technology to make use of in the dormitory that its insane. but of course, you guys spend A LOT of your time that night playing videogames together. that and idia pulls out his favorite board game and him and ortho are like a beast at those it feels so unfair. don't let those brothers team against you.

you get special privileges with them, so you get access to all of idias candy but you're also going to be eating what his diet consists of for the night- sodas and microwavable meals like ramen, of course.

surprisingly, you’ll end up seeing a more talkative side of idia— I mean he feels comfortable around you and if you bring up any of his interests, he can get really passionate about it.

okay but I totally feel like ortho lowkey has a lot of knowledge and dirt on the students around him. so, if you're want to know anything interesting about your classmates ask him, he doesn't really have any qualms on sharing that to you, he does it with such an innocent smile too as he happily shares the drama.

you and idia would probably pass out some point, watching a movie or playing some videogame, sprawled out on the floor, thankfully you won't have to deal with ignihydes cold hard floors because idia has a whole collection of blankets and pillows to share with you.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

can you do the "moody to everyone but you" trope with peter as the readers bf

A/N: I didn't intend to make him this agro, but hey, whatever happened happened (sorry, it is very late for me and I be very sleepy, bro. what is up, what is down, idk) and yes, I did indeed write this while my cat was sleeping in my lap and I didn't have the heart to move her so that I could get up and go to bed, so I just wrote this to kill time...

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“And it must have been a really crazy dream because she was just flailing around in my lap, I mean, she damn nearly fell off,” you gushed about your cat as your frozen fingers never got any further in their mission of unlocking your locker, “oh my god and the cute little snores and the quiet yaps that she did? Urgh, you should have seen it. I should have taken a video and texted it to you as a little good night thing, but my phone was way out of reach and I couldn’t just move when she was sleeping on me like that, you know? I was even trying to stay quiet so as to not wake her.”

Leaning against the lockers beside you, Peter absorbed every adorable word you offered him, rendering him a sappy marshmallow of a fellow, “oh my god, can we just ditch the rest of the school day and go hang out with your cat?” he groaned, joining in on your frivolous ramble, “I swear, she is the most precious creature on this entire planet.” 

Suddenly, in the rush of students wandering from point A to point B, you felt someone carelessly knock into your shoulder, causing your backpack to fling off, the flimsy way you had been carrying it, only half on and ready to crack it open as soon as the contents of your locker became available to you, wasn’t enough for it to survive the crash. Your eyes briefly flickered from your bag, now a puddle on the floor, to the familiar silhouette of Flash disappearing down the hallway. 

Letting the annoyance go as quickly as it had arrived, you turned back to look at your boyfriend, his demeanour flipped completely on its head. You saw it in his eyes, you saw it happen. In a matter of seconds, all he saw was red. 

“Hey,” he roared over the bustle, the soft features he always revealed to you swiftly hardened and exchanged with a look he never dared to aim in your direction, “watch where you’re going, ass hat!” 

“Peter,” you reached out to him before he could get any ideas of running off after the guy, “hey, it’s okay,” his nostrils still flaring, your soft voice managed to cut through his fury, “he’s not worth it.”

Jaw clenched, he glanced back up at the direction Flash had disappeared in, “are you okay?” he asked, forcing his eyes to meet yours as your hand soothingly ran over his forearm. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” eyes still on him, you bent down and plucked your backpack off the floor, “why do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“Act like a completely different person around other people than you do with me?”

“Y/n, he walked right into you!” he held up in hand to support his point, “nearly knocked you over!”

“I already told you that I’m fine. Flash is always gonna be Flash, sometimes it’s best just to ignore him,” you shrugged, hoping that your breezy demeanour would rub off on him and he would soon return to the teddybear he usually was around you, “and don’t try and act like you don’t know exactly what I’m talking about,” you caught his eye as he stopped searching for the long gone bully, “why are you only nice to me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?” he shook his head lightly, bewildered as to why you would even ask him, “you’re you,” he stated earnestly, “of course, I’m nice to you.” Disappearing in your eyes, he exhaled lowly and then found your hand, entangling his fingers in it, “so, back to more important matters,” a soft smile curled upon his lips, “are we ditching to go home and cuddle with your cat or what?”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[mykoreanlove]

Long distance with Taemin

- [ ] He loves his busy schedule and trips abroad but hates being away from you; he’d sulk all day not understanding why you won’t come with him

- [ ] The night before he has to leave is always spent with endless talking, cuddling and make out sessions until you both pass out from exhaustion

- [ ] He would always text you good morning, no matter how busy he is; he’d often call you, too, just to hear your sleepy, raspy voice that feels like home to him

- [ ] He’d be glued to his phone every free minute to talk to you; getting impatient when you don’t reply fast enough or leave him on read

- [ ] He’d always have the shiniest smile on his lips when something reminds him of you

- [ ] He’d always post a story on social media of things that are just typically you - a bouquet of your favorite flowers, a piece of the red velvet cake you like so much or a book you used to read with him

- [ ] Even though he looks innocent and pure, he is very in tune with his body and its needs

- [ ] Would never pressure you into anything, he’d rather give you time to evolve on your own

- [ ] Blushes heavily every time he gets a naughty selfie from you; excusing himself instantly to praise you properly in the space of his confined hotel room

- [ ] Always asks if your voice memos are safe for public after he had accidentally listened to you moan in a room full of people

- [ ] Will ask you hundreds of times if you’re really okay with phone sex; „only if you want to, baby. I’d never made you do something you don’t want. Let’s be comfortable around each other, ok?“

- [ ] He’d be rushing into his hotel room after ditching his crew and producers, to call you and listen to you rambling about your day

- [ ] Taemin always leaves you with a present to remember him by when he’s gone: a scented blanket, a giant teddy, a vibrator

- [ ] „Baby, can you turn it on? I want to hear you fucking yourself. Please let me hear you. Please?🥺“

- [ ] He’d be over the moon when you’d send him videos of you being needy - for him, his plush lips and massive cock

- [ ] He’d send you the dirtiest voice memos describing exactly what he would do to you right now -„… and then I will strip you out of your clothes and bend you over the table, admiring your juicy ass from behind before I’ll go down on my knees and lick you from behind. Would you like that, baby?“

- [ ] Those memos would typically come in the middle of the day

- [ ] He‘s a happy person by nature but staying away from you for more than a couple of weeks would be heavy on him; making him feel blue

- [ ] He’d often talk about quitting it all and running away with you; his one and only runaway bride

- [ ] „Yeah okay, I can keep going a little bit longer. But once I’m back it’s only me and you! You got that?“

- [ ] After living like that for years he’d be sure that you were the one; his partner in crime

- [ ] He’d be shopping rings in hopes that soon you won’t be long distance anymore

[captainpulisic]

dont call me baby - m. mount

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by the time ben has the bright idea to call you, mason is absolutely wasted. music can be heard down the street and the house might explode with how many people are packed in.  

mason can’t stop laughing at nothing in particular, the alcohol doing a number on him. he’s halfway pouring himself another shot before ben snatches it from him. ignoring the childish protest from his friend, he guides him outside for some much needed fresh air. “i think we’ve had enough, yeah?”

ben makes sure mason is settled on the curb of the sidewalk before dialing your number, begrudgingly taking the role of babysitter.  

“uh y/n, are you busy?”

“not really, everything okay?” you have to hold the phone away from your ear, trying not to get ear damage from the loud music bleeding out in the background.

“no, yeah everything is good. i just think its best if you come get mase, he’s pretty shitfaced.”

over the receiver, you hear masons slurring, “who are you on the phone with? come sit with me!” you feel silly, just hearing his voice makes your heart skip a beat. 

“its y/n”

“y/n? y/n! where is she?” you can hear the smile in his tone and it makes you weak in the knees. if only you could see how pathetically sweet he looks, eyes looking for you in every direction. 

ben must have given mason the phone because his voice is suddenly clearer than ever. “y/n?”

“everything okay, love? having fun?”

“i think so, i said i wasn’t going to drink that much but kai kicked my ass in beer pong… twice.” he mumbles the last part, quietly. “are you almost here? i need you, i miss you.”

“i miss you too, sweet boy.” you swear you can’t love him anymore than you do right now. he always gets so soft and lovey when he’s drunk, it’s your favorite version of him. “want me to take you home?”

“what a scandalous proposition, at least buy me dinner before asking me to go home with you!” he laughs at his own joke for a solid minute.

“i’ll buy you all the dinners you want, okay? i’ll be there soon.” 

you exchange ‘i love yous’ and mason hands the phone back to ben, having watched the whole conversation with amusement. and the amusement only grows when mason lets himself fall back onto the patch of sidewalk grass. he hears mason ramble about something along the lines of ‘she wants to take me home’.

“hurry, for his own good.”

when you finally do arrive, you find mason passed out on bens shoulder. quickly getting off the car, you approach them and kneel right in front of them. mason is still mumbling nonsense of ‘her’ and ‘home’, eyes glazed and sleepy. you boop his nose, affectionately. he looks extra beautiful with the streetlight illuminating his features. “hello there, handsome. let’s get out of here, yeah?”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the serious look mason gave you as his gaze landed on you. no smiles, no laughing. in an annoyed tone, “no thanks, please leave me alone.”

ben and you share a confused look. you force yourself to swallow the sadness that was creeping up in you. mason has never been so cold with you, always wanting to work out arguments instead of fighting. what could you have done to him in that fifteen minute drive to warrant such a cold attitude? you reach for his hand, “im sorry, mase? did i do something wrong?”

“i said to leave me alone.” he retracts his hand at lighting speed, making your heart feel worse than it ever has. he’s certainly never done that before. “my girlfriend is on her way and i don’t think she’ll appreciate you putting the moves on me.”

you raise an eyebrow, “mason, what are you on about?” 

“just leave.” 

you really didn’t understand what was going on. “baby, whats going on?”

“do not call me baby, only my girlfriend can do that.”

oh my, your mood does a complete 180 and now you really can’t contain your laugh. your poor boyfriend is drunker than you thought. Keeping the charade up, you reach to ruffle his hair “i’m so sorry, i had no idea you had a girlfriend.”

his reflexes are quick, trying to dodge your affectionate gestures. “you should be sorry. please- hey stop that, i know y/n will definitely get mad if she sees you playing with my hair. only she’s allowed to do that.” not even waiting for your response, he turns to ben. “is y/n almost here? i want her.”

this time, you and ben share an amused look. ben pats his back,  “she just called, said she’s almost here.”

hearing that, masons stern glare is targeted at you again. he slurs, “now you really do have to leave. y/n might be nice but she will fight you if she sees you trying to get into my pants. leave before i tell her you tried calling me baby.”

without another word, you get up and walk behind your car, hidden from masons view. giving him a couple seconds to believe that this “other girl” left, you prepare to come out of your hiding spot. when you finally do reappear, you walk up to him again, hoping the ruse will work. acting as if this is the first time you’re seeing him tonight, you kneel down again and kiss his cheek. realizing that it’s really you this time, masons entire mood shifts. he tries and fails to get up, trying to grasp your hand. “y/n!”

“hey pretty boy!” ruffling his hair, this time he leans into it. “you’re okay?”

“yeah, just a little drunk and sleepy. i really want you to take me home, not sexually just literally.”

“thats what i’m here for, baby.”

as if the word triggers some memory he was trying hard to repress, mason lets out a gasp. “y/n! you’ll never believe what just happened.”

“hmm?”

“some girl tried touching my hair and she was calling me baby and getting too close to me. i told her i had a girlfriend but she wouldn’t listen. i was properly mad but i told her you’d fight her if she stuck around.”

“oh, yeah? was she pretty? did you like her?” you know you shouldn’t take advantage of him in this state but it was just too fun to tease drunk mason. 

“no! i didn’t even look at her! i was just waiting for you to show up and trying my best to ignore her. i swear it!”

at this, ben snorted and helped you lift mason up. latching on to you, he sways you both around, promising he didn’t even pay attention to that other girl. you say your goodbyes to ben after making sure mason is properly in the car. 

halfway on the drive, mason speaks up. “where were you tonight? you should’ve come along and protected me from scary girls.”

you laugh at this.

“whats so funny?”

“nothing. just thought of me following you around, making sure no other girl touches your pretty hair.”

soon enough, you’re back home and helping him stumble in through the front door. getting him up the stairs should earn you a gold medal, setting aside the fact that he only almost slipped twice. entering your shared bedroom, you gently sit him down on the bed and begin to undress him. he hums in content when he is left in only his boxers and an old shirt, quickly being tucked in the covers by you. even in his state, he wants to tell you how much he appreciates you, how you’re his whole world.  “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you, sweet boy.” you give him a quick peck on his stubbled cheek, before changing out of your clothes and climbing into bed alongside him. immediately, he pulls you to him, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. this is heaven to you, feeling his warm touch all over you. 

you kiss him one more time, “go to sleep, love. you had a long night.”

“but i’m not even tired!” he whines, stifling a yawn.

“yes you are, mase.” lifting your hand to his hair, you begin to play with it in hopes that it lulls him to sleep. “it’s okay, i’ll stay up for a bit if you need anything.”

mason doesn’t even hear the last part of your sentence, already lost in his dreams of you.

[whatevertheweather]

Hi hello. I miss y'all. That is my own fault but it's still true, and I'm writing this on saturday night and feeling maudlin about how wonderful and talented and dear this fandom is and how I never join in anymore, so I'm making my little post okay.

I'm going with Musical Chairs again because it's so far past time for that to be done. And I've said this before, but it is approaching done. And I'm gonna get into that, but it'll all be behind the scenes rambling, so it's below the cut, and for those who don't want to delve that far, here is some freshly written Penny POV.

“Ah,” Shepard smiled, “a good deed wasn’t motive enough on its own?” “Not when it’s for a stupid reason.” “What is your un-stupid reason?” “Un-stupid?” Penny repeated. She turned resolutely to her drink. “Nevermind. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” “Hey now,” Shepard said, ducking into her line of sight. “You struck me as someone who prefers being honest.” It was a job not to smile at that, but Penny put the work in.

Now for the mess.

It's a good mess I think. I have a new section in my miscellany document, tucked in between nine (9) sections of ramblings and cut scenes, and the new section is called "we got it this time boys," and I think it's right. I've written a full draft of the scene that's been holding us all back. It's there in its entirety, it just needs to be edited. And I'm so scared to reread it, because every time I think I got this scene right I come back and it's wrong. Which I've decided to be fine with, because so what!!! So what if I got 36k right and there's 5k that doesn't quite hit the way I want it to!!! The earth will keep spinning!!!

Anyway, "we got it this time boys" is 3 pages of what is technically kind of an outline for 5 pages of story, and every time I read the header it's in the voice of someone from some black-and-white hardboiled detective noir, which brings me the joy that might be the only reason I feel I've gotten it right in the first place. The outline is all written about as cohesively as it starts:

I think maybe, and gosh haven’t I said this a million times, I just need to stop trying to go that way. Stop trying to go any way. Like always “how do I get them to this moment” instead of “what would they do in this situation.” Unfortunately, the latter requires I connect with them on a level I’m not sure I can right now. But I guess let’s try. Actually let’s go for a walk, I can see the sun setting on the top of the house across the way and it’s lovely. Okay nice, it was lovely. Relaxing, refreshing. Saw a stump that looked like a beaver. Saw a cat. Thought of the opening to something I’m never going to write. So anyway,

It also sort of ends with:

Oh shit came up on an obstacle immediately. [Redacted]. This does not actually open the door for Baz to say something that can incite “[Redacted].” Fuck god okay whoops already going completely back on all I’ve decided and thinking maybe we could keep some of the new exchange I’d written, maybe he does reveal the ugh no stop I hate this. Just figure out a transition to bring in [...], what would Baz say to that other than what I’ve written him saying to that which doesn’t work for what I’m trying to do. I guess it could just be, like…he murmurs incorrigible. Or something. With a raised brow, a la baz. Sure let’s do that, however, I’ve laid down to do this and learned I’m actually quite sleepy, so let’s do it another time. Hopefully I don’t come up on another immediate problem and despair. Just remember not to start combining things and rereading things yet, okay. Please.

This would be alarming if I hadn't already gotten past this point and written the thing. So I'm going to go into editing it with the mindset that nothing substantial shall change and boohoo to me if I want it to, and once that's done we're pretty much home free.

Now tags.

Gonna dip a toe back into being melancholy and wistful about this fandom k, I really do miss it even though I'm the only one keeping me out. You're all my friends even if that is a surprise for you to hear because we haven't talked in months or maybe ever, but I love each and every one of you x

@fatalfangirl @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @moodandmist @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy

@bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @mooncello @noblecorgi @alexalexinii

@rimeswithpurple @ivelovedhimthroughworse @basiltonbutliketheherb @whogaveyoupermission @facewithoutheart

@martsonmars @iamamythologicalcreature @run-for-chamo-miles @thewholelemon

@forabeatofadrum @youarenevertooold @ileadacharmedlife @monbons

[yggdrasilhypno]

So let’s chat about how our words can slowly and surely corrupt others, shall we? Now, to elaborate i mean how our words can subconsciously affect another’s mind, perhaps putting in small suggestions here and there of our own accord. It’s a bit of a tricky thing to pull off, but once it’s accomplished, they’ll have your scripture buried deep within their own subconscious.

You see, it’s all about word choice and timing with this, because you can’t simply tell someone to feel nice and dizzy around you bluntly to them, right? While direct words and actions affect those around you, it’s the indirect words weaving their ways deep that truly make an impact on someone. Namely, this has to do with what words you decide to slip in. The mind can be easily alerted to presences alien to its own, words that may ring any bells of caution deep within, it can create a feeling of unfocused panic or wakefulness when you truly want to deepen their dizzy minds.

The remedy to this is all about synonyms and placement within your own vocabulary. For example, if i told you that it’s common to feel warm and dizzy while I’m speaking to you, it can set off certain reactions in the brain, not quite creating the result you may want. Instead, it’s all about using conversation and trust to carefully communicate your point across. The balance between hiding your points in identifiable chunks to the subconscious while safekeeping them from the detection of the conscious mind is a tricky one to get across, but after time it becomes second nature.

Of course vocabulary can always help, so those warm and dizzy feelings can be described with other terms, like a midsummer’s night under a blanket or the ditzy dreamy spins you feel when you’re deeply enamored by someone. Making your own terms and comparisons as well can help, so don’t afraid to be creative with how you weave webs of words around weak minds.

One of my favorite talking points when it comes to this subject too is all about conversational hypnosis and how it ties into all of this, and to put it simply, they’re incredibly similar in the process. If you don’t know, conversational is a form of hypnotic induction where the language of trance is less direct and more personal, as if it’s just one person talking to another like it’s another normal evening. It’s quite magical realizing just how powerful a normal conversation can be with another, establishing links of trust and connection as you toy around with your words, finding the smallest of windows for you to slip within and hide your easiest of suggestions for them to follow.

The best part about all of this however is seeing the results for yourself. Finding your willing victim stumbling over their words as they try and grasp why they’re so sleepy around you, why they feel so safe around you and yet so disoriented. It’s truly special watching their minds try and make sense of the situation as you calm them down and assure them it’s all normal as they nod their heads without even realizing. Perhaps they’ve even begun to realize how warm the room has gotten and how they can’t seem to grasp a grip on reality or fantasy as the two seem to mix together, as if caught under a spell. The whole process is quite magical, after all. It warms my heart knowing their struggles will turn into smiles soon enough when they realize that it’s okay to simply let go and enjoy the time they spend with their other. After all, what’s a little time feeling so warm and dizzy after a long day?

But, that’s enough of my rambles, if you’ve found yourself feeling any sensation of warmth or dizziness, you’re allowed to ride that feeling out as long as you want. Until then, cheers!

[mysticstarlightduck]

🔥OC Fight Tag 🔥

Thank you for the tag, @illarian-rambling (here)!

Let's go with some of the cast of What Lurks In The Hollow for this one cause I think it'll be fun to see some of my non-magical/non-superhuman characters with this tag!

ℤ𝕒𝕔𝕙 𝕋𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣𝕤

Health - 10

Strenght - 6

Speed - 8. 10 with his skateboard

Cunning - 9

Armor/Constitution - 3

Special Attack - Just Fucking Topple 'Em (If he needs to, he'll just run straight into any group of enemies with his skateboard, so he topples them to the ground along with him)

Weaknesses - Traumatic triggers that lead him to spiral into a panic attack + Low Esteem (vulnerable to psychological attacks that could potentially leave him wondering whether or not he is worthwhile or if his friends truly care about him)

Idle Animation - Standing on his customized purple and black skateboard, with his cheap headphones he stole from the dollar store on and drinking a vanilla ice cream milkshake. He occasionally gives the camera a mischievous smirk.

𝔻𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕙𝕒𝕟

Health - 9

Strenght - 10

Speed - 6-7

Cunning - 8

Armor/Constitution - 8

Special Attack - "You Don't Have The Guts" (Will rile the enemy up to an argument and then give them a brutal swing/punch with his brass knuckles - if the enemy doesn't fall prone, they still have disavantage for the next 3 rounds)

Weaknesses - People targetting his sister or making snide comments about her safety + General Exhaustion + Trust Issues

Idle Animation - He's leaning against his Chevy, arms crossed over his chest, a scowl on his face. He occasionally checks his phone for the time, and may glare into the camera with an "what are you looking at, loser?" stare, before looking away with a sigh. He seems impatient.

ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕖𝕟

Health - 9

Strenght - 11

Speed - 8

Cunning - 8

Armor/Constitution - 7

Special Attack - "Did You See That? Oops." (Distracts the enemy with a comment about something they should look at, or generally makes them look away. The second they do he takes them by surprise and makes them trip down to the floor, then goes "Oh buddy, you okay?" before unleashing a barrage of cutting quips and calculated verbal burns, Vicious Mockery style.)

Weaknesses: Worrying if he is good enough/Impostor's Syndrome + Has a tendency to panic if someone makes him think he won't find his missing cousin in time.

Idle Animation: He's walking with a carefree smile on his face, talking friendily to people around him. At one point he adjusts his football team jacket, smiles at the camera and does a "I tip my hat to you" gesture, like a cowboy, despite not wearing a hat.

ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖 ℕ𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕣

Health - 8

Strenght - 6

Cunning - 10

Armor/Constitution - 6

Special Attack - "Flip and Spray!" (Wildly sprays the enemy's face with her pepper spray, aiming for the eyes, before flipping them off and attempting to kick their legs from under them. If sucessful the enemy remains blinded and prone for the next 4 turns, but even if not, they stay blinded for a turn and their movement speed reduced by half)

Weaknesses - Abandonement issues and people threatening her freedom or her friend's freedom

Idle Animation - She's sitting somewhere and drawing on her sketchbook with intense focus, which she only breaks to take a quick swig of her coffee and keep drawing. Eventually she looks up from the book and happily watches a yellow butterfly passing by, before noticing the camera and waving in its direction with an excitable smile.

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @wyked-ao3, @topazadine @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @thecomfywriter

@thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @amaiguri

@cherrychiplip @thecomfywriter

@differentnighttale, @leahnardo-da-veggie

[elsfairy]

How would submissive/bottom Sevika look tho 👀?

Either I'm half asleep or really stupid, but if you mean by how she looks when she's getting fucked or pleasured then well, let me use my sleepy brain for a second.

First of all, whenever I think/write about sevika being a sub, I just envision her being flustered. Really fucking flustered. You're kissing her neck? I don't doubt for a minute she's not blushing at the way your lips trace her skin, nibbling and sucking every few minutes. The woman is a mess whenever you're alone. I'm sorry, she radiates top energy in public but when you're the only one in a room with her? She's got those fucking puppy eyes.

I think she's the type to pout. If you're teasing her and not giving her what you know she wants and needs, then she's looking at you with a pout and once again, those pleading doe eyes. You weren't exactly surprised by how she looked at you, but sometimes you are. Sorry but she does pout. Yall can't change my mind.

Speaking of doe eyes, she has needy ones too. If you're doing something like playing with her hair, I think its enough for her to go limp and just look at you with such desperation, her way of saying "I need you" or "please touch me"

God I'm rambling. Okay let's just move on.

When she takes your strap. My god. I think about this a lot, and I can't help but think she would be blushing the entire time. The dim lights hide it from you, but it would be there. So evident on her face.

Breathtaking. She looks beautiful under you. Her damp hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. The tears well up in her eyes because you're so good to her. She would have such a beautiful fucked out face.

I'll be real, in all honesty, she would look good. So fucking good. She's never really done this before, she's always the top but I can just see how blissed out she would be. The thin layer of sweat covering her body when she desperately takes your strap, your fingers and your mouth.

Having the scariest woman under you, looking at you all flushed and needy? That's a hot sight by itself. Sevika sprawled out, looking absolutely ravished beneath you is so hot.

My ADHD is coming out, I've gone off the rails and I'm still rambling. Sorry, this is so short or doesn't remotely answer anything, I haven't slept much but I think she would look really beautiful. Eyes glossy and dazed by the way you touch and pleasure her. She would look so fucking bratty when she's asking you for more. But also, she would look small. Her lips quiver when you deny her but you just can't help it because like this, her all hot and bothered is so hot and beautiful.

[madsnowstorm]

take me home for christmas | j. seresin | part five

that christmasy feeling - johnny cash

summary : jake wants to take you home to texas for christmas to meet his family.

warnings — series, 18+, fem!reader, established relationship, some angst, family dynamics (both healthy and not), mentions of therapy, no religious aspect to the holiday, dogs named after famous texans, anxiety, no use of y/n, little angsty, but mostly internal

notes — uh, its been a while. work has been crazy, so i haven't been able to work on this like i've wanted. truthfully, i'm not sure what i think about this chapter. what i am sure of is that i love writing uncle jake.

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“Wake up!” An unfamiliar voice startled you. “Wake uuup!” The voice was squeaky and accompanied by a bell-like giggle. “Uncle Jake, why isn’t she waking up! Maybe you should wake her up like Snow White!” You could hear your boyfriend’s laugh through the sleepy haze you were beginning to surface from.

“Nah, Sophie. Let’s just wake her up gently. The both of us.” You felt your shoulder warm with the touch of Jake’s large hand and much smaller one underneath it. Your eyes fluttered open and you stretched. “Hey there princess.” The small girl next to Jake giggled again.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Your voice was scratchy with sleep. The last thing you remember was sitting on the couch. Your legs had been tangled with his, your head on his firm chest.  A Christmas Story was on the TV and the last thing you remembered was Ralphie Parker getting a boot to the forehead. 

“You just looked so cute.” Sophie laughed at her uncle’s words and you couldn’t help but join in. She was an adorable girl with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes similar to those of her uncle. “Anytime you aren’t snoring is pretty cute.” His comment, which was so typical, made you roll your eyes. You knew he probably had a point. You did snore sometimes.

“You must be Sophie!” Your attention was now on Jake’s niece. Her head was moving up and down in an enthusiastic nod. Her smile was wide enough for you to see that two teeth were missing. You scooted into a sitting position.

“Yeah!” Without warning the girl threw herself in your lap.

“Woah!” Jake placed his hand on your back to keep you from toppling over. You let him know you were good  and positioned the girl to make both of you more comfortable. “A little warning next time, Soph!”

“She’s okay. You’re just excited, aren’t you Sophie?” She was nodding once again. “Who wouldn’t be with Santa coming tomorrow?!” The mention of Santa and Christmas Eve had Sophie wiggling with joy. You were still trying to fully wake up, but her childlike wonderment was infectious as she talked about Christmas Eve. Both you and Jake let her ramble for a few moments. After she talked about all the different cookies she wanted to leave Santa, Jake plucked the girl from your lap and told her to go find one of her brothers. Once she was gone, you looked at him. His eyes were roaming over your face. “Do I have sleep lines?” You started feeling around your temple. “Oh my God, did I drool?” Jake laughed.

“You’re good darlin’.” He stood up and held a hand out for you. You took it, looking down at your clothes, running a hand over some wrinkles. “I said you were good.” His tone was light, but had an edge of bossiness that was typical of him. “Come on, there are people I want you to meet.”

You let him tug you towards the kitchen, nerves gripping you. You weren’t quite sure why you were nervous considering how well things went with his parents. They really made you feel as though you’d always been one of them. That morning you and Vicki drove down to the feed store to pick up an order that had come in. As you loaded large bags into the bed of the truck you’d been in, the two of you joked around like people who knew each other for years would. It left you feeling like you were in a dream and you weren’t sure you wanted to wake up.

“There they are!” Thomas yelled out loudly. You smiled shyly, fighting the urge to raise your hand in an awkward wave. There were multiple pizza boxes sitting on the kitchen island, which several people were standing around. Vicki and Thomas you knew, as well as Julie, who was standing next to a man that held baby Lily. There was another man to his left and as you took him in you noticed several features that Vicki also had. That must have been Jackson. A short woman, with red hair, stood in front of him. The only people that were missing were Jennifer and her family, and June. Both of them would be in from out of town the next day. 

“Yeah, here we are.” Jake’s hands were on your shoulders, he was standing at your back. The heat coming off of his body was comforting. “I don’t know about y’all, but I’m ready to eat!” 

Jake filled you in earlier in the day. On the twenty-third there were always carolers in the small downtown you’d been driven through the day before. Hot chocolate was typically sold by the high school band as a fundraiser. There was also a local couple that dressed as Santa and Mrs. Claus and walked around entertaining little children. He explained it as a low-key affair that had a lot of heart. It had been going on as long as Jake could remember and had become a family tradition. They’d always eat pizza, drive around to look at lights, and then end up downtown to enjoy the festive atmosphere. 

“Yeah, Nana! We’re hungry!” A young teenage boy echoed, walking in. Sophie was at one elbow and another young boy was at the other. 

“Come here, squirt!” Jake growled, throwing his arm around his oldest nephew, Will, drawing him into a headlock.

“I’m not a squirt!” The boy replied, his voice cracking in that familiar pubescent way. He squirmed away from his uncle.

“No, you aren’t, but he is!” Jake bent down to pick up Cole. You remember in the weeks leading up to this time with his family, you made Jake quiz you on who was who. Names were not hard for you, so you were able to pick up on all the members quickly. Cole was laughing as his uncle attacked him with tickles. Sophie was jumping up and down, adding to the chaos. You could only imagine the energy that would be in the air once the rest of the Seresin family arrived.

“Come on, knuckleheads,”  Jackson spoke up, opening some of the pizza boxes. “Let’s eat.” And, as if his words were magic, the kids (and Jake) straightened up and got in line. 

“They are always such a rowdy bunch.” The redheaded woman spoke as you walked over to grab a plate. “Hi, I’m Claire.”  You introduced yourself to her in return. “Whenever Jake comes to town, the kids are extra crazy.” 

“Yeah, I’m picking up on that.” You laughed. 

The kitchen was filled with noise as everyone moved around and began eating. Outside the window the sun was setting, which meant that soon you would all be perusing toward town, taking in the magic of different lights.

After grabbing a couple of slices of pizza, you found yourself squished in between Jake and Sophie. Claire tried to pull her daughter away, reminding her of her manners, but you let her know it was okay. Throughout dinner you listened, with one ear, to Jake entertain Sophie, Cole, and Will with stories about his most recent mission. Details were exaggerated and sound effects were incorporated. While he did that, you engaged in conversation with Claire about a show you heard her mention while you were each up grabbing your food.

Once dinner and conversation were done (and cowboy hats grabbed) you all divided up amongst two different vehicles. Jake, you, Julie, her fiance Luke, and Lily piled in their mid-sized SUV, while Vicki and Thomas squeezed into Claire and Jackson’s Suburban. That forced the three kids in the back seat. Jake and Jackson both had walkie-talkies clipped to their jackets. Jake explained that it was so both vehicles could talk while looking at lights, without interrupting any music. The Seresin’s were all about feeling the spirit of Christmas.

Lily sat between you and Jake, buckled tightly into her carseat. Julie said they could pull up the back seats to make things more comfortable, but you told her it was fine. It gave you an up close look at just how soft Jake could be. You were enjoying this new side to him. He sang to her when a particularly good song would come on. While he didn’t have the best voice, the slightly accented twang he added made you melt. The man would also tell jokes to the other kids over the walkie-talkie. 

“Soph’, what does Santa call a reindeer with no eyes?” He asked as your caravan pulled in front of a house that had a yard littered with glowing reindeer. 

“I don’t know, Uncle J!” Came Sophie’s sassy reply. You snickered. Her attitude reminded you so much of the one her uncle usually displayed. You locked eyes with Julie who nodded, having picked up on your line of thought.

“I have no eye deer!” As he delivered the punchline he looked over at you, his smile so wide it practically took over his face. Luke snorted which made Julie laugh. Lily cooed from her carseat. You turned your attention to her, brushing her forehead with the pad of your thumb. 

“Your uncle is so silly, isn’t he? Isn’t he?” She cooed again and you laughed, looking at Jake pointedly.

“Uncle J, that was so bad!” Will’s voice came over the walkie-talkie. It was impossible to miss Sophie laughing in the background. 

“Some would say it’s so bad, I’m on the naughty list right?” You, Julie, and Luke all groaned at the same time. Before you really knew what you were doing, you reached over the carseat and grabbed the walkie-talkie from Jake’s hand. He looked at you, bewildered.

“Someone come get this man!” You said into the receiver after pressing the orange button on the side. There was silence for a minute before Jackson’s voice filled the car.

“Sorry darlin’,” If Jake wasn’t sitting right in front of you, you would have sworn he was the one speaking. “We’ve been dealing with him for over three-decades. It’s your turn now.” 

More taunts, bad jokes, and laughs were exchanged as you all continued to look at lights that decorated homes that were a part of Jake’s past. Jake would tell you some random fact from his childhood as you passed by the different houses. Julie would chime in occasionally, adding to the stories he told. You learned about his friends and the shenanigans they got up to, especially while in high school. There were pranks and hijinks of all kinds thought up in the houses that were being driven by.

Eventually the car turned down a street where vehicles were parked on both sides. It took a minute to find a spot, but eventually two were found not that far from each other. Together, as a family, you all walked up the sidewalk, towards the warm light radiating from the busy part of town. Sophie, Claire, and Julie were singing about Frosty the Snowman. As you kept walking the crowd seemed to be growing.

While the downtown area looked charming during the day, there was something magical about it at night. The lights mixed with the music from the carol singers mixed with the fake snow floating through the air created an energy and excitement that you had not experienced since you were a young child. You were so enchanted by everything around you, you didn’t realize you’d stopped walking.

“Darlin’?” Jake called out. He was looking over his shoulder, his family still walking ahead. You were trying to find the words to explain how you felt. “You okay?” You nodded as he walked to you. 

“It just…” The words weren’t coming to you, but he waited patiently. “Thank you for bringing me.” His smile was dazzling and dangerous. You tucked one arm around under his denim jacket, and wrapped it around his waist. You lifted the other, using your hand to tip his sand colored Stetson up. It would get in the way of your goal. Without mentioning this goal, Jake understood and pressed his lips against yours. As you pulled apart you could hear Cole behind the man in your arms.

“Come one guys!” There were strangers moving around you, smiling as Cole brought attention to the obvious fact that you were not with the family who was stopped at the hot chocolate booth.

Jake moved your arm out from underneath his jacket, but didn’t let go of your hand. His palm was warm against yours and it grounded you. He pulled you towards the booth and somehow managed to take a few dollar bills from his wallet with one hand. He handed it to the high schooler behind the table and you both grabbed a cup. You never thought that being in Texas with Jake and his family would feel as right as it did. It was nothing like you expected, but in the best way possible…And there were still three days left and more family to meet.

[trippygalaxy]

Your writing on Twilight, wild and time with a sleepwalker their reader is amazing!!

Is it okay to request a separate headcanon on four,sky and legend??

Ah geez, thank you!!! ☺️ but yes you may!

Pairing: Four, Sky, Legend x gn!reader (separately) Warnings: None Part 1 Part 3

Sky

Another worrier but is a lot more mellow with his concerns

He'll like to talk over everything with you and make a mental list of things he should and shouldn't do when it comes to waking you up.

The last thing Sky wants to do it cause any distress to you!

Sky is very much a cuddler and tends to wrap himself around your whilst you two slept. This meant that most days you actually couldn't really...sleep "walk" more like...sleep gesture.

Whoever is on night watch can see you flopping/wiggling your arms in Sky's tight hold while your hands gesture widely. It's very amusing to watch

Somehow Sky doesn't wake up even as your practical break dancing in his hold, which is somewhat concerning?? but that's a different topic for another day.

Despite this, some nights you do manage to break from his hold (which honestly? respect) and scroll around the the area as you pleased!

Now, most people would think that Sky would sleep through your sleepy escape but surprisingly Sky is quick to take notice of the lack of warmth and comfort he's know to expect.

So if the nightly watch hadn't stopped or brought you back to camp, expect a very panic but sleepy Sky to be rushing after you to keep you safe <3

Four

Is still concerned about your well being but honestly, he's kinda more interested in your nightly habits

Now! When I say this I don't mean that Four is glossing over the risks/concerns he has and is experimenting on ya-- he obviously has a nice sit down with you when the topic is brought up and makes sure that all ya'll ducks are in a row!

If you want, he can forge something to make sure you stay in one place whilst you slept. "You want to put me in shackles?" "NO! NOT SHACKLES---"

Four certainly has quite a few questions for you! I mean, you're the first person he's met that actually sleepwalks! That's bound to bring up a butt load of questions!

He'll obviously back down if you're uncomfortable with his questions and apologize for coming off as rude!

BUT if you are willing to answer, his eyes light up like the fourth of july (or the hyilan equivalent!) as he pulls out a note pad.....When tf did he have a note pad??

His questions tend to range from..."When did you start sleeping walking" to "what base instincts do you retain in your sleep?"

...While...testing one of his theories. You may or may not have clocked Four in the face...As an 'instinct'

Safe to say, yall experiments were shut down immediately afterwards

Legend

Mind immediately goes to worst case scenario!! Blood pressure is through the roof at the thought of something happening to you during the night

Legend starts rambling off questions, some that even took Time off guard for a moment.

"Are you cursed?! Is it some sort of spell? What deity did you piss off!" "Are you some secret night guardian thing? OR A GOLEM?! ARE YOU A GOLEM?!"

It's best for everyone if you cut Legend off from his anxious rambling cause if not...He's gonna go on for quite a while

might give himself some grey hairs too while he's at it!

Now, your origins of your sleepwalking doesn't matter too much (if its a curse than it does but just go along with it!) cause Legend will treat you the same no matter what

He will offer up any items or options that he has that might help with your nightly habits!

Being the hoarder he is, he has quite a few elixirs that will entice you into a magical slumber. His train of thought is that maybe you're not getting enough deep sleep or can't slip into that state alone!

Legend also has some items that do similar effects if you're not comfortable ingesting potions along those lines!

[iguessitsjustme]

Deep Night Ep 3 Thoughts

Like I said, no self control. And things on my street seemed to have quieted down…for now. I am starting to get sleepy so let’s see how rambly I get. Time for Deep Night 3: A Case of the Sleepies:

I cannot believe it took only 3 seconds after typing that for a car playing the strangest music to drive by. Its still here. Stopped by the light. I have questions. Are they summoning an alien? Are they a forgotten deity trying to regain their lost power? What’s going on with that music?

I want Pan and Seiji to kiss SO BAD. 

Why are there no boys in cages actually?

The vocals in this opening are keeping me from skipping it and that is truly impressive. I have been kindly informed me this OST is by Fellow Fellow and now I have a new obsession. 

Hear me out. Deep Night but women hosts. Wearing beautiful gowns. Still all of the clients are women. Do you see it? Do you see my vision?

This show is surprisingly wholesome?? This is not computing in my brain. I don’t know why I was expecting to be so toxic but I am LIVING for these two sweeties. I hope nothing bad happens

AH THE HANDS

Now wait a minute. Who is driving that car?

Awww Pan. 

*drinks sparkling cider from the bottle* I’m feeling completely sane about all of this. I don’t feel an all encompassing need to give Pan a hug. Definitely not. 

Okay I give Seiji a hug too. He gets a hug. They both get a hug. 

In fact, I tuck them both into bed. I get them a cup of cocoa and read them a bed time story. Then I place a gentle kiss on their foreheads and whisper sweet dreams before leaving them a good night’s rest. They sleep while I hit on Khem’s mom.

THAT IS TOO MANY CANDLES. WHAT IS SUPPORTING THOSE CANDLES? WHO LIT THOSE CANDLES? WHO IS GOING TO PUT OUT ALL OF THOSE CANDLES. THAT IS A FIRE HAZARD I AM STRESSED BEYOND BELIEF. 

LIKE LOOK AT THIS. THIS IS AN EXCESSIVE AMOUNT OF CANDLES. I GET IT. YOU’RE ROMANTIC. BLOW THOSE OUT.

Oooohhh telling Wela about his mom already. I love this. Would love it more if they weren’t surrounded by all those damn candles let me tell ya. 

Oh a blindfold. Why hasn’t this happened so much more often in BL?

Ohhhhh drama. Why tf are cops at the club?

Literally obsessed with Seiji’s outfit. Actually I think I have an outfit similar enough. I could reasonably cosplay that man. 

Listen. Listen. That meme. Seiji’s got two hands (I do know how this ends and they are why I am watching to be clear)

These two are impossibly cute. Absolutely entirely impossibly cute. 

The song during this scene with Seiji and Ken pretending to be a BL couple makes me feel like I’m watching a Disney Channel original movie from the early 2000s.

Mr. DJ man with the wisdom. He is speaking from experience. I should learn his name.

I give these subtitles a C+. They’re doing their best but there are some…issues. 

The jealousy I actually don’t mind here. I think they’re playing this out well. I mean, of course Khem’s jealous. And of course Wela is worried about it. 

What is this? COMMUNICATION? In MY BL? I think I might actually sob I love this. 

The music during this make out session has me feeling some type of way. I don’t know if its making me nervous or not.

See. The thing is. I desperately want to watch episode 4. But I am sleepy. And I work tomorrow. And I need to take a shower and wash my hair. So I need to stop. Which is incredibly rude. I need a three day weekend I think cause I cannot go on like this. So I will continue this liveblog another night. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps next weekend. It will happen when it happens.

[poetandwolf]

Hey Al! I've come to pester you >:3 with....questions!

🎨: What are some activities you and S/I enjoy doing together? Do you two write together? Maybe play games together?

🏆: What are things about S/I that they feel self conscious about, but that you personally LOVE hyping up about them? Things that make you go "DAMN RIGHT. THEY'RE MINE." To others about?

🌹: If you were to pluck a gift from anywhere, any time, any location, what would you nab from the cosmos for S/I?

>:3 mwahahahahaha! Questions three I throw upon thee! Answer truly, you will do your duty, YES

(Hi hi! Happy F/ovember!)

Oh uh- okay! Hello there! Let me see here.

🎨: What are some activities you and S/I enjoy doing together? Do you two write together? Maybe play games together?

Yes! We actively write together, often times I write my own parts for the various projects we have going. (there's a version of me in Shimmer and Somewhere In Maryland where I write my own parts!) Sometimes I'll play games, usually Bootleg Pokemon (Palworld) which involves a lot of swearing on both sides. " Don't blow me up don't blow me up fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK." Which is hilarious when we're both on call with friends who have zero context of what's going on. Hiking is a major one, and we often go for very long walks at night. My favorite is under the moonlight when everyone else is asleep. Others would say 'that isn't safe'.. but with Tala passing as a 30 or 40 something year old dude I'm not terribly worried. Plus you know I'm There and no one wants to fuck around and find out.

🏆: What are things about S/I that they feel self conscious about, but that you personally LOVE hyping up about them? Things that make you go "DAMN RIGHT. THEY'RE MINE." To others about?

Hmm... they habit of rambling on about things they enjoy, their art, their writing. They do this cute thing when they're nervous or sleepy or whatever where their left eye wanders inward (Strabismus) and it's so fucking cute. They mispronounces words due to another disease or stumble over them sometimes, and while they have been bullied and nagged at for it in the past for not trying hard enough, when ever they do it my heart melts because it's such a cute thing that they do. I know what word they're trying to say, and its become a inside-joke now where we both will call things the 'wrong' name.

🌹: If you were to pluck a gift from anywhere, any time, any location, what would you nab from the cosmos for S/I?

Ahh, hmm. See I'm thinking big, here. But... I had to say land. Because you shouldn't be able to 'own' land. But with that said; somewhere on the coast - somewhere in Northern California where he could build a homestead and have a large enough piece of land where no one would bother them, and life off the grid with solar power and all the other necessities they would need. A more tangible thing and less 'land'-- a 1991 38 ft Baja (it's a boat) We had a lot of good memories on one of those, well, healing times. When things weren't great and there were terribly abusive individuals in his life (16-22), and he wasn't in a position where he could establish boundaries and get away.. but, we at least had that boat. When the world was smaller, and he felt safe out there on the water where no one could really reach him, besides me. And I would love to bring him that security again.