#sleepy guards

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanessa's first impression on Mike in the FNAF movie

[pincushionx]

I love how Hunters eyes are naturally a bit droopy

​Droopy eyed Hunter supremacy

I headcanon that he squints his eyes to make himself appear more serious. However when neutral or not over thinking on how he presents himself, his eyes droop. He got those sleepy eyes, even after he finally rests lol. It makes him look a bit softer idk. I think he either has a resting bitch face or that

Edit: I fixed the art. Also glad y’all liked this post :)

[hyperfocusthusly]

Take me home

Day one of the @bucktommyfluffebruary - prompt ‘non sexual intimacy’

Notes: established relationship | words: 938 | rated: G

[Read on A03]

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Tommy doesn’t sit down on the bench as much as he collapses vaguely in its direction. He blinks slowly, eyes gritty with exhaustion. He gives up and just closes them, head tipped back against his locker. He can feel sleep pulling at the edges of his consciousness. He just wants to be able to click his fingers and be at home. He does not want to have to drive there.

The door to the locker room clangs as someone leaves and Tommy jerks upright. The fogginess of near sleep clouding his vision. Maybe driving would not be such a great idea. He twists and fumbles open the door of his locker, retrieving his phone. He scrubs his face with his palms and tries to concentrate long enough to find the right contact. He returns to his previous position, head tipped back on his locker, eyes closed as he listens to the phone ring.

“Hey love, everything okay?”

“Mmmm.” He tries to summon the energy to form real words.

“Bad shift?” Concern edges into Evan’s voice.

“No” Tommy can hear the roughness in his own voice. “Just long, didn’t get much sleep. Would you-” he falters momentarily, the feeling that he’s asking too much raising its head. He pushes it down, they’ve talked about this. “Would you come and pick me up? I don’t think me driving is a great idea right now.”

“Oh, yeah of course.” He can hear some movement on the other end of the phone as Evan moves through the house. Through their house. A smile pulls at Tommy’s lips at the thought.

“Give me twenty and I’ll be there.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

The phone clicks off and Tommy is left in silence again. He takes a deep breath and feels himself relax, he settles in to wait for Evan.

——-

What feels like moments later, there is a gentle hand on his shoulder. Tommy blinks awake, sluggishly sits up, his back protesting the position he had let himself stay in for the last twenty minutes.

Evan’s smile is as bright as ever as he looks up from where he is crouched down in front of Tommy.

“Hey love.”

“Hey.”

Evan is fiddling with something on the floor, Tommy feels his legs being gently moved around. He tilts forwards and realises that Evan is untying his boots, carefully taking them off and setting them aside. Tommy groans, he’s still in his flight suit, the thought of having to get dressed feels vaguely overwhelming. He lifts his arms and fumbles with the poppers. His movements are slow and uncoordinated, the tiny metal clasp proving much more difficult than it should. Evan is there immediately, gently pushing his hands aside and releasing the poppers.

“It’s okay, let me do it.”

Evan slides his hands under the shoulders of the suit and frees Tommy’s arms, peppering gentle kisses along his collarbone as he goes.

Tommy leans into him, presses their cheeks together for a moment. It feels nice, to be taken care of. He’s not happy they broke up, all that time ago, but he can’t help but be grateful for the things it brought about. He’s always been so afraid of letting himself be known, be vulnerable but here, in this moment, he’s grateful for having broken through that barrier. Allowing himself to be so completely seen by Evan, it feels so beautifully intimate.

He is pulled from his thoughts by a gentle tap on his elbow,

“Lift your arms up for me, let’s get you into some clean clothes.”

Evan reaches over the top of him and pulls his bag out of the locker. Rummages through and pulls free a new set of clothes.

Before he knows it he is being pulled up off the bench, sweat pants secured around his waist. He lets himself fall into the crook of Evan’s neck.

“Thank you.” He mumbles into the soft skin there.

A hand runs up his back, holds him close.

“No problem darling, I’m always going to be here to help.”

Warmth stirs up in Tommy’s chest as he lets himself be guided out of the door.

——-

As they approach the jeep, Evan starts to rummage around in the bag over his shoulder, it’s awkward given that his other arm is being used to keep Tommy from sliding down onto the floor. He eyes the concrete, he could sleep there, it would probably be fine.

“Where are your keys?”

Tommy frowns,

“They are in the side pocket. I’m exhausted Evan, not drunk, you don’t have to confiscate them.”

Evan laughs, the sound is nice, drifting through Tommy’s ever slowing thoughts.

“I’m driving you home remember?”

Tommys sluggish mind fails to process what Evan is saying.

“But then you’ll have to leave your car here.”

Evan chuckles again. He is increasingly aware that Tommy looks like he’s about to collapse. But he can’t help but take a moment to look at his boyfriend, brows scrunched down adorably, trying to figure through Evan’s words.

Evan pulls out the keys and guides Tommy round to the passenger door. He opens it and helps Tommy in, who is, by this point, a bundle of uncoordinated limbs.

He smiles patiently as Tommy gets comfortable.

“My car is at home, I took an uber here, I am going to drive your car home. Then both of our cars will be at home.”

“Oh.”

Evan chuckles, Tommy is hardly awake anymore, his head dropping to rest on his shoulder.

Evan runs his fingers gently through his hair, presses a feather light kiss to his cheek

“Let’s get you home.”

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[obiscribbles]

Week 30 - October 22nd, 2023 'Love Never Fails' - Brandon Heath Spotify / YouTube

Just a few more things to sign and then you can properly fall asleep in his arms, foolish Jedi.

Enjoy~

View a week early on my Patreon!

[aweina]

ᰔ. personal lullaby : mike schmidt — fluff only + ft. domestic vibes

continuing my sleepy mike agenda, imagine him coming back home from work and he’s just so tired. yet, he still wants to be around you. he forces himself to blink away the restless weight on his eyes, holding you so close in his lap — using you like a warm weighted blanket. mike doesn’t really like talking about his day, he never had good news to share and he would rather not be reminded how miserable his workday was. so he asks you about your day.

your voice was a sweet tune in his ear, he could listen to you the whole night, reiterating the same news like it was the most interesting thing in the world. what abby ate, if she needed help with her homework, how the weather felt that day. mike would lazily hum at your words, fondling the plushness of your thighs — leaning his head back on the couch while he eyes any changes on your cute expressions.

a groggy ���hmm?” and “yeah?” were the only two words mike’s cloudy mind could produce. as much as you try to latch away from his tired form, assuring that he needs sleep or at least a warm blanket, he always seems to decline. you give in, continuing to talk about whatever — blushing at his tired gaze and slurred movements. his calloused hand caresses your cheek so lovingly, teasingly pinching at your soft cheeks that manage to make you whine every time — earning a lopsided smile from mike.

he knows he’s busy, so these nights were important for him. to have you by his side, to study your pretty features without his judgment cursing at his shameless staring, the addicting warmth and softness of your body greedily touched by his strong hands. to fall asleep to your soothing voice, that’s the only thing he could ever wish for.

[trobeds]

i know the hunger games isnt about romance i know it isnt a love story but. theres just something so beautiful in the way peeta is the personification of what it means to heal and he /is/ the dandelion and the bread and the hope that things can be better even if they wont be fixed. even if the nightmares dont stop he will still hold her. wake her up and tell her shes alive. shes safe. and when its over and done and theres no more saving or protecting or trying their absolute hardest to die if it means keeping the other alive, the horrors dont stop. but katniss will still find that comfort in peetas arms.

[st4r-t3ars]

Snapshot

Sleepy cuddles time

[nomsfaultau]

yeah besides having lived in survival mode his whole life, I think the main reason mandatory family reunion!techno isn’t suicidal by the end of chapter 9 despite his black depression is because the belief it’s impossible to escape Philza is so beaten into him by then that death doesn’t even register as an option.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

little sugusho drabble is basically finished…….. posting it in a little bit probably but i think dash is dead </3

[undertale-fic-librarby]

I have some fics to submit! A Guardian's Guard, by TheOwlsArchive

Backyard Nights, by Cheshiregeist

I'm Not Who You Want Me To Be(But You'll Never Accept Me For Who I Am), by Stargazer_Nebula In a Minor Study of Evil, by Monsieur_Worm and printter paper copy_paste, by vicen_non All on AO3!

Howdy, & thanks for the recommendation! The fics being recommended are…

A Guardian's Guard by TheOwlsArchive (Mature, Complete)

Nightmare rescued Cross, beaten and bloody, from the soldiers personal hell. Gave him a home. A safe space. A place away from the castle where Cross could heal and process before the guardian offered the soldier a spot in his ranks. He wanted Cross to come to terms on his own time. Wanted to give him plenty of time to think over the offer, and would graciously accept Cross' refusal if he chose to do so. That unfortunately changed when a demon from the soldiers past decided to shatter that bubble of safety. Now, the guard needs a more secure safety net, and Nightmare is willing to provide it. Himself and his gang would easily take in another soul in need of stability and companionship. Another safe space. Little did he know Cross would be able to provide something similar for the guardian himself.

Backyard Nights by orphan_account (Teen And Up, Complete)

Sometimes Color needs to see the stars and breathe fresh air the same way Killer needs to move. It’s fine.

I'm Not Who You Want Me To Be (But You'll Never Accept Who I Am) by Stargazer_Nebula (Not Rated, Complete)

He did it. Dream ate one of the only Black Apples left in existence... but he's no longer with them now. In his place, Shattered came into existence, inhabiting his new body with his memories. A certain someone isn't taking the transformation as well as Dream would've hoped. And now he's here, stuck in a castle, being trailed by magic servants and with a monitor on him. Personally, he thinks Nightmare's being too cautious about his new form, but he doesn't the logic behind it. It's not like Dream still exists, right?

In a Minor Study of Evil: The Necessary by Monsieur_Worm (General Audiences, Complete)

Nightmare studies his gaggle of parasites to find a working analogy.

printer paper copy-paste by vicen_non (Teen And Up, Complete)

You wake up in a vast, lonely space. You are… what are you? === Per request of Candy_Cryptid. Reader-is-Ink, with a side of Errorink.

[sovhina]

Tagged in wip Wednesday forevvverrr ago by @galadae thank you sm!!💕✨💕✨ finally found time to draw again 😭 these are extremely rough wips of me trying to figure out which in game hair I’m gonna use for kataleya lol

[ournextdoorneighbor]

you got a light?

[gemharvest]

I appreciate all forms of Ekurei but I think the strongest form is where Ekubo is still in that green wisp form and Reigen is just inexplicably Into That. During downtime in the office he pulls Ekubo down to sit on his chest as he reclines and everyone looks at him like 🤨 🤨 😐-~{🤨] and he just stares back, Ekubo cradled in his arms, and goes "Whaaaaattt..." He would kiss that spirit in front of everybody but its EKUBO who would feel way too embarrassed by that.

[kpop-bbg]

[bolas-de-berlim]

I may be out of the loop lore wise, but with the multiplayer game, it makes it seem Leith Pierre survived the hour of joy and before the main events of the game was actively trying to get research back. So like. Hundreds of people died or went missing in that factory and then it shut down and that was it ? I mean kids and some nosier employees already went missing, along w the theater incident (whatever that was about) having upward of 60 people dead and covered up so. How does Leith have the power to do all that? Honestly, if they go with this all being Leith trying to make money and selling the bigger bodies as weapons to the government, it'd make sense. Bc turning kids into toys seems way more expensive than just making the damn toys

[nemmet]

mike doodle from the other day!!