anonymous asked:

After a few days of staying with Geno de-aged Sid starts to question Geno and his older selfs relationship. "So if we're roommates why aren't any of my clothes in the room I'm staying in? And you have a wedding ring on but I haven't seen your wife? Also why would your wife not live with you but I do?" And Genos just standing there in a cold sweat and barks out "Shouldn't know too much about future, Sid! Go to your room" and Sid just retorts "you mean the guest room"

okay but imagined de-aged sidney sneaking out to the living room after he knows geno has fallen asleep because he wants to watch tv, and he’s rummaging in the drawers looking for the Finding Nemo DVD that Geno showed him when he sees a DVD labeled - “Sid and G, proposal vid”

so he pops that in, the way geno showed him how to, and the screen fizzes to life. A man, with dark curls and wide, hazel eyes is biting his lips and looking at…something. It’s like one of those new phones Geno showed him, but with a wider screen. And with a start, Sidney realizes that the man in the video is a grown up him.

Then Geno appears on the TV, flashing a post-it note at the camera that said, “Marry me, Sidney?

“What are you doing?” in-video Sidney says, smiling as he looks up. “Is this a prank? Because you know you’re supposed to set up the camera beforehand, right?”

In-video Geno crumples the post it note and stuffs it in his pocket. “Not prank,” he promises, before bounding back to Sidney’s side and kissing him. “You see later.”

The video cuts to black, music starts playing, and it turns out the whole thing is Geno indirectly proposing in a bunch of different ways to an unsuspecting Sidney. They’re at the zoo and Sidney is pointing at some penguins, and Geno is whispering to the camera, “Sidney, you make me so happy. Will you marry me?” as Sidney shouts from afar, “Geno, come over here! Look at them!” In another instance, the camera pans down from where Sidney is practicing slapshots down to where Geno is sitting in the bleachers, a notebook in his lap that once again asks Sidney to marry him in messy handwriting. Then it’s yet another scene, where Sidney is passed out in bed and surrounded by a bunch of fluffy pillows, and Geno has stuck a post-it note on his forehead asking Sidney to marry him.

(Another scene is Sidney in the locker room, next to some guy with a soul patch, who says something unintelligible. The subtitles says, “Hey Sid. You should marry Geno. He’s been asking you for three months.”

In-video Sidney is pulling on his shirt when he asks, “What does that mean?”

The guy responds, “Geno says it’s Russian for ‘You have a big ass.’”

In-video Sidney rolls his eyes. “Okay, Flower.”)

And de-aged sidney gets to see how much geno loves him and how much his teammates love him, and how happy older-Sidney is with his new family anyways im emo for this and i would love to read a teeny drabble based on this pass it on  

Here’s some Sam fluff in honor of @buckysberrie birthday!! You’re the sweetest person and I hope you have an incredible day! You deserve it!

When Sam woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed, he immediately panicked. He had fallen asleep a few hours ago to you curled up beside him. Now, the space next to him in bed was cold.

Sam got out of bed, checking the bathroom first to see if you were in there. You weren’t.

Keep reading

There’s No Place Like Home (1)

Avengers x Reader

Summary: What happens when a fictional world comes to life? Drama ensues.

Warnings: some violence and lot’s of humor and confusion

Word Count: 800+

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

Something was definitely off.

She had woke up in a different bedroom than her own when she specifically remember falling asleep in her room last night. She had fallen asleep to the sound of a rerun of FRIENDS on the TV. She hadn’t gone anywhere or drank last night, so she pushed the possibilities of getting drunk out of the equation. She glanced down at herself and sigh in relief, her clothes were still on and she looked visibly untouched. She finds her phone in her pocket and glance at the time, it’s almost eight. She glances at the nightstand, her gun nowhere to be seen. That’s not a good sign.

Keep reading

Memory Lane

Part III

Part I | Part 2

Asce’s first physio session does not go well.

He doesn’t get as far as he’d been expecting, and his temper gets the best of him.

He’d always felt it, sizzling away under his skin, but he hadn’t realised how explosive it was until he’d managed to wheel himself away in his chair (because his fucking body can’t weight bare enough for walking yet, he’s got to build up to it and that’s bullshit) with tears of frustration clumping his eyelashes together.

He’d left Riskua there and he feels like shit for it, even more so when he discovers she’s fallen asleep by his empty bedside waiting for him to get back.

Keep reading

A “Lovely” Day

It had been a long day for Alexander- a terribly long day. Not only had work been rough on him, but his car had also broken down and he had to walk home on a busy New York street as pellets of ran fell down on him. Of course, he did expect to come home to a loving son who would hug him the moment he walked in the door- but, no, his wishes were not heard. Philip, his somehow loving son, had fallen asleep on the couch with his unfinished homework spilled everywhere. This day is surely going to hell.


The Trick

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Words: 1630

Warnings: one swear word

A/N: I finished it!! It wasn’t a request, just a dumb idea I had. I hope you enjoy it!!

Binns’ classes were always boring, but that day’s lesson was especially tedious. The ghost was talking about some Goblin rebellion while you were looking outside the window, wishing you were relaxing under a tree. The sun shined bright through the glass and the summer breeze made the trees’ brunches dance smoothly. You glanced around the class and saw Sirius Black making paper plains, Lily Evans half listening and half doodling in the corner of her parchment and James Potter, sitting right next to you, almost fallen asleep with his head resting on his arms.

You looked down and saw something written on the desk. It said ‘1st Goblin rebellion 1612’. You were curious about who wrote that and why, but you weren’t given much time to wonder about it as you heard your pale professor yelling at the class.

“Is any of you paying attention?” He was clearly annoyed. Everyone snapped their heads up abruptly to look at Binns, eyes wide in surprise. He’d never scowled you or even cared to check if you were paying attention before. “You!” Binns pointed at you. “When did the first Goblin rebellion happen?”

You thought about it for a brief moment, actually wishing you’d paid attention, but then realized it was what you had read on the table a few seconds before. “1612?” you asked timidly, not really sure if the table was tricking you or not.

Binns groaned, unsatisfied that he couldn’t give detention to you and mumbling a 'well said’ under his breath. He went back to his initial position and continued with his lecture. When the class finished, you started to put your things away but a familiar voice interrupted you.

“How did you do that?” James Potter asked, curiosity evident in his eyes.

“Do what?”

“Get the correct answer,” he explained. “I saw you weren’t listening either.”

“Binns isn’t the first teacher that asks me something when I’m not paying attention. I learnt the trick.” You didn’t know why you said that. There was no trick, you were just lucky it was written on the desk.

“And what would that be?” the boy asked, a smug smile spread over his face. He passed a hand through his messy locks and looked at you from behind his round glasses.

“I don’t think you’re worthy of it, Potter,” you flirted back. It wasn’t common for you, but sometimes you teased and flirted with people. This was your crush’s turn.

“Then I shall make myself worthy,” James said dramatically, earning a giggle from you. He grinned at the sound he liked so much and looked at you with his brown eyes, the kind of eyes that could made you melt every time.

“And how are you planning on doing that?” you asked challengingly crossing your arms over your chest.

“By taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend and buying you a butterbeer, (y/l/n),” his eager eyes expressed how much he really wanted you to accept. Your mouth drew a sweet smile on your face and you nodded, showing James you liked the idea. He walked away, with a triumphant smirk and good news to tell to his friends.

The next day, James was waiting by Hogwarts’ entrance for you. You approached him and he greeted you with a gleeful and a nervous 'Hi’. You were nervous too, though you did your best to hide it. You walked to The Three Broomsticks together. Both, his and your shyness went away after starting the conversation and so you talked about everything on your way there. From grades and school to your family and friends. It was comforting to know not all purebloods were like the Malfoys or the Blacks, with the exception of Sirius, of course.

When you got to your destination, your date led you to a table in one of the corners and ordered two butterbeers. “So, (y/n), tell me more about you,” James said, shortly after taking the first sip of his drink.

“I told you a lot on the way here, what else do you need to know?” you asked, grinning at him. “Now it’s your turn. You’re gonna tell me how the hell did you do the prank for Slughorn and didn’t get caught.”

He chuckled, remembering how much he had laughed with his friends that day. Remus had had the idea of covering Slughorn with a potion that would get him to smell like shit for a few days. They carried out the plan in one of the poor professor’s classes, and you were there to watch it all.

“Well that’s my trick, love. And I don’t think you’re worthy of it,” the boy explained with a mischievous smirk.

“The I shall make myself worthy,” you quoted with the same dramatic tone he had used before. You both laughed at your childishness and returned to talk about other pranks he’d carried out with his friends.

Talking to James felt easy. You didn’t worry about saying the right thing or trying not to show your awkward self you only showed to your closest friends. You could be and talk like yourself. The messy-haired boy felt the exact same way. Being with you, made it easy to be himself, not only showing his confident façade all the time. James could be the casual, a bit awkward and funny person he’d always been but showed too little.

After you finished your butterbeer, you stayed talking some more time, but then realized it was getting late and went for a walk around the town. You went to Honeydukes, where you bought all the candies and sweets you could put in your pockets and then you visited Zonko’s. After that, you finally decided to return to the castle.

When you got there, James didn’t lead you to your Common Room but went up another stair. “C'mon, follow me,” he whispered into the darkness.

“Where?” You liked the boy, of course, but you didn’t know if going with him was a good idea. He was known for getting people into trouble a lot, so maybe the troublemaker would get you into trouble.

“Just trust me, okay?”

You hummed accepting, a bit relentless, the invitation. When you saw the light of the moon shining through the big windows, you finally realized where you were. The Astronomy tower. You got near one of the windows and gazed up the starry sky with admiration, not being able to take your eyes off it. James stood beside you, leaning on his shoulders on the railing, but not looking at the sky. He was looking at you. James knew how beautiful you were, but the brightness of the moon made your eyes glisten and the small smile on your lips melted him away.

You felt his heavy gaze on you, and looked down at him. James looked away, blush creeping through his cheeks.

“I love this,” you finally broke the silence. It was peaceful and comfortable, not awkward like it happened with other people.

“I knew you’d like it,” he replies. He didn’t say it in a flirtish tone, but in a soft and relaxed voice, matching the smile he could not avoid showing. He hasn’t realized how close you actually were until he looked down at your lips, wanting to kiss you. “So,” he started saying softly, almost in a whisper and your lips almost touching, “am I worthy now?”

“I guess,” you answered, biting your bottom lip. You blushed at the closeness of your faces.

“And what’s the trick?” he asked in the same low voice that drove you crazy. But, before you could react, James leaned in, linking your lips together. It was soft and full of life. Electricity was flowing from the tips of your fingers to your lips. It was the perfect kiss and no one could deny it. You pulled away, taking a breath, and looked at him. The boy’s face looked joyous and his wide grin matched yours.

From then on, you started slowly and safely falling in love with him and he did the same with you. When school finished, you kept in touch, meeting almost every day until you moved together to a small house. It wasn’t much, but it was your home and you loved it as much as you loved James.

One day, Sirius, Remus and Peter were hanging out with you and James in your house. You started catching up but ended up talking about your glorious days at Hogwarts. You talked about how they pranked the teachers and about the girls they had crushes on.

“I remember Prongs entering the Common Room really excited and we didn’t know what was going on,” Sirius was talking about the time when you accepted to go on your first date with James. “And then he says he’s got a date with you really loud. I think everyone in the Gryffindor tower heard it,” he added, making everyone in the room laugh, except James, who was blushing intensely.

“Now that I realize,” your boyfriend started saying with a playful expression, “you never told me what your trick was.”

You opened your wide in surprise. “Oh… well,” you murmured, “there wasn’t any trick. I was just lucky it was written on the table.”

The boys were all looking with amused smirks, eager to know where would this lead to, while James looked at you confused. “But you…” he started to say, but never finished.

“Yeah, I just wanted to mess with you,” you said with a small grin that showed a bit of guilt. You stepped closer to him and as you did, you saw him smiling. It was in that way that even now, it kept melting you.

“I’m glad you did,” he admitted softly, and kissed you briefly.

“Me too.”

anonymous asked:

The lazy bones, walking into the kitchen in the middle of the night to see their S/O singing along to bubbly music or musicals and baking. When questioned, after a long pause they tell the skelebro they couldn't sleep. How do they react? -K

[ By “the lazy bones”, I’m going to assume you mean UT! Sans, US! Paps, UF! Sans and SF! Paps xD Anddd apparently DT! Sans xD Alrighty then, here we go :3 ] 

UT! Sans: After a while of having your warmth near him as he’s fallen asleep, he’s not that surprised to have woken up at midnight without you by his side, though he definitely wants to go back to sleep - which he would’ve tried to do if it wasn’t for hearing light singing from downstairs. He blinks a few times, before crawling his way out of bed slowly and padding down the stairs, eyes lowered as he’s clearly half asleep, and making his way to the brightly lit up kitchen, squinting from the sudden brightness. “Babe, what are you doing…?” he asks, surprising you halfway through taking out your lemon meringue pie, stopping in your song as you whip around to look at him. “O-Oh, um… I… I couldn’t sleep,” you decide to say, not really feeling up for lying right now as you slide the pie into the bench. “…Would you like some pie?” Sans stares ahead in tired disbelief, before letting out a sigh, smiling sadly. “Well… wouldn’t want to let it go to waste, but… you know if you couldn’t sleep, you could’ve just told me? It’s alright, you know. I get too much sleep for my own good, anyways,” Sans says, sounding a little more awake then before, at least. He makes his way forward and helps you to cut up the pie, and for another twenty minutes or so you stay up lightly chatting and eating. Honestly, he wouldn’t have ever turned up anything you make, and for so early in the morning, it’s pretty good. After you’re done, he forces you back up to bed and does whatever he can to get you to sleep – whether it means humming or stroking your hair and won’t stop until you drift off calmly to sleep. He’ll probably sleep in for a bit longer this morning though, but chances are you’ll probably do the same unless you’re an early riser. He’s most likely going to try and keep you in bed, however.

US! Paps: He’s up the moment you’re awake and crawling out of the bed, and although he’s tired, he waits for a bit to see if maybe you’re just heading to the bathroom, but after it’s been a while he can’t help but pull back the blanket and make his way downstairs to see what’s going on. He’s not that surprised, really – some nights Carrot has trouble getting to sleep too so at least he understands. He doesn’t know why, but as he makes his way up to you, he doesn’t ask. “What’s that you’re making?” he asks, lightly startling you as you turn around, before letting out a breath. “Oh, um… got a little bit restless, so thought I could pass the time with brownies, heh,” you reply, knowing all too well your boyfriend knows what’s up. It’s obvious. You stare ahead in silence for a bit, before turning to him and speaking up. “Sorry if I woke you up…” Carrot blinks, before shaking his head with a smile. “No worries, honey. It’s fine,” he says, “though I think we better work on getting back to bed, eh? If ya still can’t sleep, ya just need to ask, okay? I’m here to help after all.” You lower your eyes, but nod your head slowly. “Yeah, okay…” you reply, before reaching out for one of the brownies and holding it out to Carrot. “But first…” Carrot chuckles, shaking his head a bit, but nonetheless leans forward and takes a bite with his hands still resting comfortably by his side. “Mmm, tastes good honey,” he compliments and you blush a little, before taking the entire plate and holding it out. “Would you… like some more?” Carrot can’t help but laugh, and, well, let’s just say it takes a fair bit longer than he expected to get back to bed

UF! Sans: He was rather worriedly woken from his sleep when he finds out that you’re not next to him, and doesn’t take long to quickly scramble out of bed and race down the stairs, kind of stumbling a bit but none the less, he makes it down safely and- …what? What is all this??? What?? He stares ahead for a bit as you stare back at him somewhat blankly, before he lowers his eyelids disapprovingly. “Alright, what ya up now for?” he asks, placing a hand on his hip. You lower your eyes to the ground as you slide off the oven mitts you’d just used to take out the tray of biscuits. “Just… couldn’t get to sleep, so…” And now Red looks a little bad. He looks a bit relieved for a bit, before letting out a breath and dragging a hand over his skull as if dragging it through the hair he doesn’t have. “Yeah… yeah, I get the feeling,” he says, making his way over and holding you from behind as he looks over at the treats. “Hey, those look pretty good…” he compliments, kind of just staring at him, and you blink and let out a small giggle. “Do you want some?” Red jumps lightly, blushing as he looks up to you. “I didn’t- …I mean, yeah… yeah, sure,” he mumbles slightly, and the two of you make your way over chatting and eating until eventually both of you feel tired and head off to bed at like three in the morning. At least ya had fine. Probably won’t be rising early this morning, though.

SF! Paps: Definitely the most anxious out of all of the skeletons, he’s up and awake the moment he reaches over and can’t feel you in the bed next to him. He quickly pushes off the sheets and races downstairs only to- oh, thank god. He’s relieved at first as you turn to look at him, before coming to the realisation. “Oh, I’m sorry, did I worry you? I’m fine, just… couldn’t really get to sleep.” Oh, well, that was a reason, he supposed… “Hey, it’s okay. I worry a little too much, ain’t you fault…” he says, hands on his hips as he makes his way up behind you. “Oh, well, I know your world used to be… not so good, so I should’ve known… it’s not your fault either,” you say, looking over to the oven as the timer lightly rang off, and with a small smile you bend down to pull out the tray of muffins. “Heh, what a way to pass the time,” Slim says, looking towards the clock. “Think you can get back to sleep now, or-“ Silence fell, except for the sound of your stomach lightly grumbling, and he lets out a chuckle, and you smile nervously. “Heheh, well, probably was a little hungry…” Slim smiles in return, reaching a hand over to the top of your head as he strokes it once. “Alright, muffins at two in the morning it is.” At some point you end up falling asleep on the table from exhaustion and he ends up carrying you back to bed. Neither of you got up very early in the morning that day.

DT! Sans: After being woken half way through a very good dream if you catch his drift, he rolls over to reach out for you, and feeling the bed empty, he’s already wide awake. “Uh… (s/o)?” he questions, crawling out of the bed in an exaggerated movement as he slides off onto the floor, before making his way out and hearing the slight sound of singing from downstairs. He smirks a little and lightly rolls his eyes, and slowly makes his way down, keeping his steps light (which is fairly easy for him being a dancer), before slowly sliding in next to you as you focus on icing the batch of cupcakes, with a grin on his face as you haven’t noticed him yet. “Watcha doing, babe?” he says fairly quickly, and you can’t help but jump, turning to face him and squirting a bunch of icing out of the piping bag straight into his face. DT! Sans blinks, before letting out a laugh and wiping some of the icing off his face. “Mm, chocolate. Tastes good,” he says, before tilting his head a bit to the side. “Seriously though, it’s like, one in the morning. Watcha up to?” As you reach out and hand him a cloth in silence, you turn back to the cupcakes. “Couldn’t get to sleep…” You admit, staring ahead as you continue to focus on icing the goods. “That’s a shame,” DT! Sans says as he leans on the bench. “Sucks, eh?” he adds, and you look at him with a bit of surprise, before slowly nodding your head. “Honestly don’t know why you didn’t just say something, but hey, I get it. Burning the midnight oil is whatever it is they say,” he says, looking to you. “That’s, um, working late in the night… I wouldn’t really call this work, just… I don’t know…” DT! Sans shrugs lightly with a smile. “Well, hey, if you wanna get back ta sleep, ya just say so okay? Though, don’t try and keep yourself up too late if you’ve got anything on tomorrow,” he says, before looking towards the cupcakes. “…You’re perfectly welcome to eat those, however,” he adds with a cheeky grin, and you roll your eyes a little. “Yeah, okay… cupcakes first,” you say, lifting the tray over to the table as he follows behind you. Probably won’t help you get to sleep, but… well, it’s not often you get the chance to have midnight snacks, let alone cupcakes.



Summary: The saying goes, ‘the mafia is family, the mafia is home’…but even if ‘the mafia is home’…is it really the right place to raise a child?

A/N: For those that aren’t enjoying the beauty that is Eurovision, here is Chapter two of mafia! :D

Masterlist (including series one and two)

Chapter 3

‘Whats the matter?’

His voice echoes into the darkness as you stare blindly in front of you, your mind stuttering over your thoughts with the sudden interruption, before you process that you needed to answer him.


‘We got into bed 2 hours ago but you still haven’t fallen asleep…somethings bothering you. Tell me.’

You sigh as you shift onto your back, turning your head to the side to look at Jiyong where he’d been spooning you, the dark circles under his closed eyes making you frown in concern as you reach over to stroke them gently, and the action causes him to peel his eyelids back to look at you, his eyes slightly bloodshot as they focus on your face.


‘Mmmh?’ he murmurs in response as he closes his eyes again, simply resting them as he waits for you to tell him what was wrong.

‘What will you do when they find the child?’

Keep reading

I haven’t slept well in three nights because (I’m assuming) my hips/back/neck are out of alignment and it hurts to lay in one position for too long….and I really only have two positions I can sleep in…. so basically I just toss and turn between the two all night and probably keep Donald up as well. It’s causing a headache that just won’t go away, too. I think I’m going to see if a few chiropractors in the area work with pregnancy because I literally cried this morning when my alarm went off - I had just gotten comfortable and fallen asleep… gotta try something…

Dylan Klebold Imagine

Mom Approves

You sat with Dylan in his living room with a binder of schoolwork laid on your lap. Your legs were draped over Dylan’s lap as he had fallen asleep while in the middle of studying.

The Klebold’s house was way quieter than yours so you decided to go ahead and finish your paper there and then you would go home.

“Dyl? Y/N? Are you guys doing okay?” Dylan’s mother called out before she turned the corner and entered the room.

She was incredibly protective so she liked to keep an eye on the two of you but at the same time she believed in giving Dylan some space. He was 17, after all.

“I was just about to leave, Mrs. Klebold. He fell asleep a few minutes ago.” You say as she laughs.

“No, no! You can stay a bit longer if you’d like. This is so cute. Let me go get my camera.” She gushed awkwardly before quickly exiting the room.

You laughed to yourself as you looked at Dylan sleeping. His hair was messy under his baseball cap and he wore a KMFDM shirt.

Mrs. Klebold came back quickly with her camera in hand.

“He’s gonna be so embarrassed when he sees these.” She says as you do your best to pretend you don’t notice her taking a picture.

She took a minute to look at the few pictures on her newly bought digital camera.

She smiles while she hands you the camera, allowing you to look at them.

“These are great.” You say as you hand the camera back to her.

“He looks so peaceful. And you look beautiful. You make him happy and I could never repay you for that.” Mrs. Klebold was the kindest woman you had ever met and it showed all the time. You could never repay her for bringing Dylan into the world.

Gtjsefanclub Anniversary Day 1: Sleeping




Signe wasn’t even sure why that clock was still in the bedroom. When they had first moved in she had insisted to Sean that the rhythmic ticking helped her to sleep, but now she wasn’t so sure. As a matter of fact, at the moment it made her want to leap out of bed, tear the thing off the wall and chuck it out the window.

To be fair, she’d always had a racing mind. Part of her anxiety meant that it took her a while to actually go to sleep. On a good night, she might be just drifting off around midnight. Her boyfriend, Sean, knew this all too well. He had fallen asleep hours ago, yet here she lay, trying to put her restless mind at ease. Sleep would be hard to come by tonight.  

It had been all over the news. For weeks now, the only development had been what the symptoms were. It started slowly at first, then it took over its host like a virus, producing rapid change in the span of a few months. People all around the country, in ALL different countries, were affected. Everywhere, the recommendation was clear; go see a medical professional as soon as possible. By going to the doctor tomorrow she would finally get a definitive answer, along with a plan for treatment. Whether or not it would be good news remained to be seen.

Sean was actually the first one to notice. That was saying something, given his off-the-wall state made it difficult for him to notice, if you’ll pardon the pun, small details. They had planned a few errands to complete that day, culminating in a run for snacks to accompany their movie night. They were just about to head out when Sean stopped her, pocketing his cell phone. He placed his hands on her shoulders, physically straightening her out. Then came the tentative question; “Are you…did you get shorter?”

To which the obvious answer was “of course not”, until she noticed that indeed she had to look up just the tiniest bit more to look her boyfriend in the eyes. She wasn’t exactly tall to begin with. However, something had seemed off that morning; her toes wiggled with just a bit more room in her boots. Hadn’t the sleeves of her blouse come a bit too far past her wrists?

That was a few days ago, when the change had been almost imperceptible. It was much more pronounced to her now. At her current height the top of her head reached just above his shoulder, a good two or three inches missing from her stature.  

“Worryin’ isn’t gonna do you any good.”

She turned her head to meet tousled green hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to glow in the dim light of the moon. “How did you know I was awake?”

“’Cause I know you.” He replied groggily, reaching over to the nightstand to catch a glimpse at his phone. He winced at the bright light and the much too early wake-up call: 3:21. “Not to mention you were up until three o’clock last night drawing for no reason.”

“It’s that clock keeping me up tonight. It’s not my fault.”

“I told you ‘bout the clock. ‘White noise’ my ass.” He chuckled. They lay in silence for a few more moments. “Still nervous ‘bout tomorrow?”

Signe gave him a sheepish look. “Just a little bit.”

“All you’re doin’ is making me feel bad for trying to sleep while you’re over here tossing and turning, Wiish.”

“I’m so sorry. Let me just roll over top of you while you’re trying to sleep. That should help.” She settled onto her side, letting her arm flop over onto his face to prove her point.

He gave her a sleepy smile, and made to playfully lick her arm. She retracted it just in time, then settled on her back to stare up at the ceiling. He knew that indeed she had been trying to sleep these past few days, but since her little revelation she’d been even more of a night owl than she had before. She’d just as often wake up and meander around the house than she would actually stay in bed this time of night. “I’m just sayin’, you’ve got your health to think about too. Plus I’m not dragging your grumpy self through the city tomorrow.”

“I’m never grumpy.”

“Tiny anger ball?”

“It me.” She laughed. “But if anything, you’re the bear in the morning.”

“…Guess you’ll just have to bear with me, eh?”

Signe let out a soft snort into her pillow. Sean just chuckled low, brushing the hair out of her eyes. “Sleep now. It’ll all be better in the morning, you’ll see.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before rolling over to his side. “G’night, Wiish.”

He was right. There was nothing to do about it now. This was a problem for tomorrow. Well, for the morning at least, a few hours from then. The issues in her mind’s eye softened a bit, but it would be an hour more before she would finally drift off into a restless sleep.

——————– ——————– ——————– ——————-

Featuring the green bean and the woosher! Yes, this is going to be a story arc involving the two. Some days it’ll be written from both of their POV’s, sometimes Jack, sometimes Signe. You’ll just have to read on to find out what happens!

tallkin  asked:

Do you think he cried when Jolyne was born? like. a single subtle tsundere dadtaro tear

If he thought he was alone and it was some time during the late evening or night.
His partner would have fallen asleep from exhaustion and he’d be left with his tiny child sleeping on his chest with her head resting in the crook of his neck.
He probably wouldn’t have even realised that a tear had fallen, more preoccupied with making sure Jolyne’s hair didn’t fall to the side too much as she slept.

yonic-flowers  asked:

winnix, 10?

Lew tended to fall asleep on his side, curled up with his hands balled protectively across his chest - what position he woke up in was anyone’s guess, with the way he tended to trash around. Dick knew, because he could hear it all the way from his room.

Now Lew had fallen asleep with his head on Dick’s shoulder on the couch after that gradual slide towards a horizontal position that always seemed to happen on movie nights, and Dick’s foot was falling asleep beneath their combined weight but he hadn’t the heart to wake Lew, not when he seemed to sleep so peacefully for once.

Dick carefully put his hand on Lew’s head, against dark hair. Lew didn’t move, but he snuffled into Dick’s shirt. Dick felt his chest constrict and he needed to find some way of alleviating the weight.

“I love you,” he whispered, barely loud enough to be heard over the sound of Lew breathing.

There was a moment of absolute stillness before Lew lifted his head up, squinting sleepily at Dick in the darkness of the room.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said, but his hand curled around Dick’s shoulder.

askufsans  asked:


||sleepy muse: Accepting!||

SB had fallen asleep the others lap from being compliantly darned out, he has had a long day and it seems like he won’t wake in a while. the small skeleton breaths lightly and he cuddles them a bit, his hand wouldn’t burn them when he is a sleep as his magic is calm when asleep.

SB had a gently grip on them as he never really gets to cuddle with anyone besides Pap, his warm breath hit their chest a bit, he was very quiet when he sleeps. 

Every Robin has fallen asleep next to Batman on a stakeout.

When Duke did it, he woke up half an hour later with his head pillowed on Bruce’s shoulder. At first he thought he was going to get in a lot of trouble because Bruce is always so stern. But Bruce just gave that same dismissive grunt as ever and filled him in on the last half hour’s lack of activity.

Harry Potter can’t sleep (and neither can Draco Malfoy)

prompt: pillow covers (thanks @miniemcgee)

Fuck this, Harry thinks, listening to the rustle of Malfoy’s sheets as the insufferable git rolls over for what has to be the fifth time in as many minutes. And fuck McGonagall for assigning Draco Malfoy, of all people, to be his roommate. No wait, Harry immediately takes this back. Even in his internal monologue he isn’t comfortable disrespecting McGonagall.

Still Malfoy is a nightmare to dorm with. Merlin, Harry would much rather be having a nightmare – at least then he’d actually be sleeping! Malfoy tosses and turns all night. He gets up and visits the bathroom two-three times every night. What, does he have a bladder the size of a peanut? It’s ridiculous.

All Harry wants is to sleep. All Malfoy seems to do every night is make as much noise as possible. Harry mentions it to Ron once at breakfast. Even though all the eight years have been given new shared “houseless” dorms, thankfully they’re still allowed to sit at their house tables. Harry is incredibly grateful for this. It’s bad enough staying awake all night listening to Malfoy, he’d hate to have to put up with him in the daylight as well.

“What the bloody hell are you talking about?” Ron asks.

“He makes noises, Ron, in his bed. All night!” Harry explains, desperate for someone to understand his frustration. It’s constant, night after night. Rustle rustle rustle.

Ron looks at Harry like he’s lost his mind, a faint blush on his cheeks. Harry doesn’t bring it up again.

Draco is tired. So very tired. He can’t remember ever not feeling tired. It’s been so long since he’s been able to really sleep. At least two years, maybe more. Probably more. He thought things would change after the Battle of Hogwarts. That Voldemort’s death would give him peace. But it hasn’t. Nothing seems to. He doubts anything ever will.

Every night it’s the same. He lies in bed desperately willing himself to sleep, for his body to give in and relax. But the relaxation never comes. Sure he gets bits of rest here and there but it’s always fleeting, never enough. The morning takes a lifetime to arrive and yet, somehow, it’s always too soon.

Tonight he studies late in the library. He pushes himself to remain for as long as possible. What’s the point in going to bed anyway? Finally the exhaustion becomes too much for him and he heads back to the dorm, all the while knowing the exhaustion isn’t enough to grant him sleep. It never is.

His dorm is dark. Potter must already be in bed. He is surprised by how early all the eighth years go to bed. In Slytherin lights out was always well after midnight. Unfortunately, not many others from Slytherin have returned to Hogwarts to back him up on this. So everyone seems to retire by 10pm every night.

He stumbles around the dark room, trying to be quiet, his arm reaching out in front of him searching for his bed pole to grasp, while his eyes adjust. There. Using the bed post as a guide, he lets himself fall into bed.

Ah. His body crumples inwards, pleased. It takes all Draco’s determination to keep his body upright throughout the day when all he wants to do is collapse. His body craves for sleep all day and then when he finally gets to bed, nothing. Yet another restless night.

Except today something feels different. His pillow is softer somehow, his blanket warmer. There’s something else too.  A strong, commanding scent he’s never noticed before. He breathes in deeply and lets it wash over him. Grapefruit. Honey. Ginger. It’s comforting. And familiar. He takes another breath. And another. His eyes close.

Keep reading