i will be sleeptalking

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The fire crackled in the fireplace as I sat on the couch, resting my legs on the cushion. I struggled to keep my eyes open but pushed through my exhaustion. I had an exam tomorrow and I had made the stupid decision of joking around with Remus for three hours, pulling a nasty prank with Lily on a boy who had tried to slap her butt earlier, and annoying people in the library with James, Sirius, and Peter.

Remus was sleeping with a book open on his chest on the cushy armchair opposite of me. He had fallen asleep while quizzing me on my exam. I smiled at the sight of him sleeping. He looked so peaceful, like nothing could ever wake him up.

I turned my attention back to the book in front of me. I yawned and stared at the pages. The words floated off the pages but never registered in my brain, and I found myself falling asleep . I needed a glass of water to wake up. 

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Today in Girlfriend’s Sleeptalking Adventures:

I’m working on stuff while she sleeps, so the room is dark but I have my laptop on. She rolled over, squinted, and said:

“Put the moon away.”

This one was admittedly slightly difficult cause I almost made it into sleeptalking, hehe. I assumed MC doesn’t really know she does that, so i hope you like it :3

-Admin Bloo~

Yoosung

  • This boy had raged on LOLOL too hard one night
  • So much that you had gone to sleep without him
  • He was almost drifting off as soon as he lay on the bed, but then he hears a whining sound from you
  • Sits up immediately, thinking you were having some kind of nightmare
  • He’s panicking and ready to wake you up to ask what’s wrong.
  • But then he notices that you were just being noisy; you weren’t necessarily having a bad dream.
  • After a while, he found it cute whenever he was awake to listen to it.
  • Those content sighs just made him want to cuddle with you all night.

Zen

  • You guys spoon and cuddle so much; it’s a wonder how he didn’t notice it before.
  • But one night he was reading his lines while you had gone to sleep early.
  • He was patting your head as he was practicing; then he hears a quiet hum.
  • He stops patting and looks at you for a while; and then tries to guess what you were dreaming about.
  • Zen the Knight ready to save his princess from bad dreams!
  • But then you just moved closer to his hand, and Zen took this as a sign to keep petting.
  • In the morning, he was all smiles and would just call you adorable
  • “Thanks Zen, but what did I do?”
  • “Nothing. Just keep being your cute self”
  • “Okay…”

Jaehee

  • Tbh, I think Jaehee talks in her sleep too.
  • Like one night, you were making whiny noises with the cutest scrunched up face
  • She would bring it up in the morning; it’s the first time you’ve ever heard that you do that.
  • She would pinch your cheeks mockingly while you were embarrassed.
  • The next night, you lay awake wondering if Jaehee does anything.
  • And hoooo boy does she speak.
  • She lists off Jumin’s itinerary even when she’s left that job, and you have to control yourself from laughing.
  • Obviously you record it all.
  • When you play it for her the next morning, it’s her turn to be embarrassed.
  • You both vow to never bring this up ever again.

Jumin

  • We’ve already established that this man loves watching you sleep.
  • One night, he was just idly tracing the lines on your open palm
  • And suddenly, you make a noise that sounds like purring??
  • He thought you were awake, and calls your name quietly.
  • But you are fast asleep.
  • He brings this up in the morning by saying “You have more in common with Elizabeth the 3rd than you think”
  • “Why’s that?”
  • “You both like being petted in your sleep.”
  • You are blushing, confused, and stunned into silence.
  • He simply smirks at your speechlessness before heading out to work

707/Luciel

  • Most of the time, you two do end up sleeping at separate timings, but you still make it a point of waking up together.
  • So he had long ago noticed that you are a very noisy sleeper.
  • But USUALLY he’s really too tired to do anything about it at the time.
  • So he’s attached a recorder to your cat robot, which you always keep on the bedside table next to your side of the bed.
  • Obviously you don’t know about that particular detail, and are always wondering where can he record it from such clarity.
  • Whenever you sound particularly funny, he always makes it a point to make you listen to it the next morning.
  • You’re way past embarrassed at this point and join in on guessing what could you have been dreaming about/ laughing about it.
  • That still doesn’t excuse him for whenever he posts them on the RFA chatroom tho.
  • Little do you know that he’s compiled all of his favorite ones so that he can listen to them whenever he feels down. Or whenever really.

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RFA reacting to MC sleeptalking

Wuhu, I´m back!o(≧∇≦o) but seriously, the only reason I´m writing right now is that I don´t want to learn for my maths exam….


_Yoosung_

° believe it or not, some people can´t take staying up till 4AM playing LOLOL

° you were one of those people ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

°  so while Yoosung kept playing you went to bed and fell asleep as soon as you hit the pillow

° even MC has hard days…

° that night you had a wonderful dream about you and Yoosung

° you went on a date, he bought you some ice cream and after that you had a picnic in the park

° but he got so much ice cream on his clothes XD you laughed

° after loosing two rounds, Yoosung decided his concentration was Long gone and it was time for sleep

° honestly while walking to the bedroom he was already half asleep ( ̄へ ̄)

° at this Moment there was only one thing he desired, go to bed and sleep so bascally everything I wannna do in school

° he quietly closed the door in order not to wake you

° he knew that meant death

° he stopped mid-movement when he thought he heard someone talk

° “You dummy, now you got ice cream all over your shirt.”

° he didn´t misheard, you were talking

° in your sleep

° soooooo cute

° overwhelmed by your cuteness he even forgot about you calling him a dummy XD

° from this day on, he kept this as his little secret


_Jaehee_

° it was one of those days when she came home so late you were already asleep

° it was ok for you, although it was a bit lonely going to bed by yourself

° anyway you brushed your theeth and went to bed

° the TV was still on when you fell asleep because you felt less alone with some voices ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

° Jaehee came home long past midnight

° someone messed up some documents and guess who had to fix it?

° right, it was Jaehee… who else ? (⌣_⌣”)

° but when she finally returned home she immediately went to the bedroom and just wanted to fall into the covers

°  meanwhile you tossed and turned in your sleep, like you had a nightmare

° which was kind of the case here

° in your dream, Jaehee left you to be with Jumin for which reason whatsoever

° you screamed after her, but she apparently couldn´t hear you

° “No, don´t leave me! Please stay..”

° there was no use, she never looked back..

° so sad ಠ╭╮ಠ

° Jaehee was scarred when she heard your voice after she turned off the TV

° who shouldn´t leave you? she was confused…(・_・ヾ

° you started screaming and kicked the Sheets

° “Jaehee! Don´t leave me, I love you!”

° she sat down on the bed and slowly petted your hair to calm you down

° “Don´t worry, I won´t leave you. Ever. I can prmise you that.”

° you calmed down after that and you two were able to find a good nights sleep in the end

° the next day she wanted to ask you about the dream but you came to her telling her about this nightmare you had

° so, no reason for her to increase your discomfort by telling you about the sleeptalking ;)


_Zen_

° whenever you had trouble sleeping he would tell you a bedtime story

° he had a very calming voice so they worked in 9 out of 10 cases

° those storys were all fairytales about knights and princesses

° he was talking about you two

° today he told you a Story about the kinight who wanted to resue his princess but got injurned while doing that

° you fell asleep before you heard the end and so your subconciousness thought of one

° in your dream the princess saved the Knight who turned out to be a prince from a far away country〈(゜。゜)

° the two married and lived happily ever after Awwwww

° of course you were the princess and Zen was your prince

° even after realizing that you slept Zen stayed at your side and watched over you (´∀`)♡

° he knew you had the tendency to talk in your sleep, mostly about your dreams

° he was aware of that, you never knew about it.. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

° “I love you too, my prince. I´m glad you aren´t a Knight and we can be together.”

° he was hurt and angry

° so he decided to wake you which you should never do because it is a dick-move

° “Zen, why did you wake me up? I had so a nice dream..”

° “You cheated on me.”

° he was sulking

° “Who is that prince and why is he better thn the Knight anyway?”

° at first you were confused, then you realized he talked about your sleep

° but how did he know about it?

° it didn´t matter to you at the moment because you were still tired and longed to go back to sleep

° so you explained it to him and he seemed satisfied

° “So I´m worth being a prince and a knight? I always knew I have the Talent to be both.”

° his narcissm kicked in and that meant you could sleep again

° but this time he joined you in the bed and for your dream he rewarded you with lots of cuddles

° “Zen, you still haven´t told me why you knew about my dream…”

°“Just go to sleep princess.”


_Jumin_

° Just like Jaehee he came home late frequently

° you were never really alone since Elisabeth was there but it wasn´t like could hold a conversation with her

° once more you went to bed with Elisabeth and without your husband

° she curled up behind your back and started to purr

° calmed by the soft vibrations you dazed off into sleep

° you dreamed about your honeymoon

° Europe, blue water, White sand and cold drink, who Needs more in order to be happy?

° I don´t

° all in all, it was a dream that reminded you of the sweet time you had just for yoour own

° a couple of minuites before midnight Jumin returned to the penthouse

° he didn´t expect you to be still awake, rather he´d be angry if you´d stay up so late

° so he was pleased to see you were already asleep

° his heart made ajump of happiness when he saw Elisabeth next to you (ノ^∇^)

° he took his phone out of his pocket and tried to take the Picture

° the mainword here is try XD

° the photo was just a black room, so he activated the camera-flash idk how you call this XD

° bad Thing, the light caused your happy dream to turn into a nightmare..(O∆O)

° the once sunny and warm day turned into a storm with lightning and thunder

° in the panick this storm caused you lost sight of Jumin

° “Jumin, where are you? Come back!”

° you turned around and made some strange noises like you were really uncomfortable

° Jumin felt bad, thinking that it was his fault which it kind if was..

° “No need to worry my dear, I will never leave you.”

° he decided to lay down on the bed and hold you in his arms

° your sleep became peaceful once again and when you woke up the next morning you still were in the arms of your beloved one


_Saeyoung/Seven_

° we all know he is kind of paranoid….

° so he was always afraid you might leave

° furthermore he didn´t get the Signals he needed from you and lived with fear

° in order to knew when you would leave, he thaught you definetly would…◑.◑

° so there were cameras in most of the room, exept for the bathroom (he removed the one there when you kindly asked him)

° he had a very twisted sleeping behaviour, work at night and sleep at day

° but some people had a… I don´t know… normal job

° so each of you usually had to sleep alone, which made you very sad へ[ •́ ‸ •̀ ]ʋ

° whenever he had a bit of spare time he went into the bedroom and said how sorry he was to your sleeping form

° it was too embarassing for him to tell you that when you were awake

° but you were a really deep sleeper, he could literally listen to heavy metal on full volume, right next to you, you wouldn´t care..

° meaning: safe time to talk like a waterfall infront of you σ(≧ε≦o)

° one night, when he felt the urge to talk again he took a chair and sat next to the bed

° and then he talked and talked and talked

° at first he didn´t notice you talking

° “You know MC, I´m afraid you´ll leave me and then I´ll be alone again and then I´ll become depressive and then…”

° “Saeyoung… don´t cry… I´ll never leave, I´ll stay with you..”

° he was like whaaaat? Σ(゜ロ゜;)

° he was so happpy, he started to cry, of course they were tears of joy (♥ω♥*)

° a normal boyfriend would do something sweet like preparing breakfast the next morning or buying flowers…

° buuut he wasn´t normal to begin with

° so he woke you…. by shaking you and screaming your Name

° “MC!!! Wake uuup!!”

° what a caring man he is…

° you woke up, slapped him and went back to sleep ⊂((・▽・))⊃

° hey, who said you couldn´t be mean when he was ???

° but to make up for it he took a day of and was the most caring boyfriend a Girl could imagine (in reality he just skipped work ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

° and you didn´t know but with your subconcious confession you took one hell of a load of his shoulders


So, that´s it …… for know!
I´ll add V and Saeran tomorrow when I´m finished with my exam. Promise!         o(≧∇≦o)

But I wanted to upload at least this much since I was awya last week…

If you enyoed reading, I´d be very happy if you´d leave a like or a comment. If you a request or a HC you always wanted to read, don´t feel afraid and send it to me (/^▽^)/

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was hoping to take advantage of you being awesome and offering to take sidgeno drabble prompts, if that's cool? I was thinking like, something about sid's sleeptalking habit (AKA when he shamelessly gushes over how hot/talented/perfect G is while he sleeps) and like flower and his road roommates are familiar with this but then Geno hears once and just like. Melts. Pls, if you wouldn't mind writing this tooth-rotting fluff, I would melt. Thank you again for your time!!! :)))))))

!!!!! ohhh my god i cannot express to you how much i love sid’s sleeptalking involved in fic alsjdfa (hit me up with sidgeno prompts y’all)


Geno, if you asked him, would say he was a connoisseur of Sidney Crosby trivia. 

Of course, no one ever asked him- but, if you did, Geno would say that. He’d say it jokingly, with a toothy grin and just enough of a wink that you’d know (think) he was kidding, but in reality, he really wasn’t. He knew a lot of things about Sid. 

Most of it just came with the territory of knowing him for any extended period of time, because Sid was an easy person to get to know, on the surface. He had predictable routines, and rituals Geno could time down to the second- and, since he’d started being involved in at least part of them, often had. He knew exactly the amount of time he needed to take getting ready and getting through his own routine to be ready just in time for his and Sid’s handshake, to make it look like he wasn’t waiting for it like some kind of eager child waiting for his crush to pass him in the hallway at school. 

(Except, that’s exactly what Geno was, and he knew it.) 

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Some useful Japanese

ヌードを送って - nuudo wo okutte - “Send nudes”

死にたい - shinitai - “I wanna die”

お腹が空いた - onaka ga suita - “I’m hungry”

食べ物はどこですか - tabemono wa doko desu ka? - “Where’s the food?”

このミームはダンクです - kono miimu wa danku desu - “This meme is dank”

ハンバーガーを二つ下さい - hanbaagaa wo futatsu, kudasai - “I’ll have 2 hamburgers”

I think I’ve covered everything

anonymous asked:

Gom's reaction to their tsundere s/o sleeptalking a soft 'I love you [character name]' Thanks buddy :)

Kuroko: Heart melting when he hears you murmur those sweet words, he wishes he’d had his phone out so he could record it. Then, Kuroko realizes hearing you say ‘I love you’ out loud was rare; he should cherish this moment.

Kise: The cooing aw that he lets out is just a little too loud and it wakes you up. Kise covers his mouth, but it’s obvious he’s smiling behind his hands. He refuses to tell you what he heard, not wanting you to retreat into an embarrassed shell.

Aomine: Almost missing it the first time, Aomine actually stills in silence to see if you’d repeat yourself. After a while, he starts murmuring questions at you, hoping to coax the words out of your lips from the dream you were in.

Midorima: There’s color on his cheeks and he’s not sure he can look at you despite your eyes being closed. Midorima knows you are asleep, but that doesn’t stop him from muttering a reciprocating answer to you as well.

Murasakibara: It was barely a whisper and yet Murasakibara was fixated on what you had said. He stares at you for a long time afterward, hoping you would continue to say more, but when you don’t he settles for resting alongside you.

Akashi: The soft chuckle that escapes his lips isn’t enough to wake you up, so he continues to watch you silently. Akashi would reach out to caress at your cheek, wondering if you’d say more or if he’d hear the phrase again.

allhaildaveeddiggs  asked:

I have a Johsnavi headcanon: Johan is a sleeptalker and will mumble random things, sometimes decipherable, and Usnavi will sometimes try to decipher what Johan is saying when he's bored and Johan is cuddling Usnavi like it's said he does in another headcanon

Now all i can think of is that one post with the boyfriend that mumbles the ominous stuff in his sleep.
Sometimes the stuff Johan mumbles is really sweet like little ‘i love you’s and stuff like that.
Other times its weird ass shit like 'there’s people on the fire escape’ or non sense Spanish or french and Usnavi is lowkey terrified
He may or may not take some of Johan’s cleansing incense and burn it throughout the apartment

anonymous asked:

How do the UT UF US SF bros act in bed with their S/O? Who snores, who drools? Who cuddles, who is cuddled? Who clings, who sprawls? Who rotates 180, who stays in one position all night? Who falls out of the bed but doesn't wake up? GIVE ME FLUFF.

* Trin admits to sleeptalking
* Try having a sleepover with me, stay up late enough for when I sleeptalk
* I’ll spill all sorts of tea and even hold conversations it’s hilarious


UT!Sans

Actual skeletal teddy bear. With him, it’s cling or be clinged. He’ll hold his S/O really close to him and barely move when truly sleeping. He rarely gets nightmares when his S/O is around but even when he does, he jolts awake to find them wrapped in his arms/him wrapped in theirs and immediately calms down. He’s a snorer, the gentle wind rushing past teeth kind.

UT!Pap

He starts out as a cuddler, then throughout the night he kinda…. flails? Idk. It’s not exactly tossing and turning but he’s definitely moving. But things will get pushed off the bed and limbs will get in faces. He doesn’t snore but sleeptalks. When he was younger, he actually had a problem with sleepwalking too. That was the first time he jumped out a window. He’s a very light sleeper, only sleeping 3-5 hours a day. Prefers to be the little spoon despite his lank.

UF!Sans

Possessive cuddler. He’ll literally lock his S/O in his hug, curling around them and tangling his legs in theirs. He’s actually a really light sleeper but usually pretends to sleep heavily so he can ignore people trying to wake him up/ his S/O trying to wriggle out of his grip. Hey, he likes to hold them okay?

UF!Pap

He doesn’t sleep often, preferring to run on caffeine and fumes. But when he does, he crashes hard, sleeping for 12 hours at a time. He’s the whole package of a terrible bedmate: sprawling, tossing, drooling, sleeptalking, etc etc. Yes he’s done the fall out of bed thing. Sans likes to mess with him in his sleep, typical draw a monocle in sharpie kind of things. Please keep Sans away. 

US!Sans

Very extremely heavy sleeper. He’s a cuddler… but unfortunately also a drooler. Rip PJs. He doesn’t move much in his sleep but tends to nuzzle into his S/O at times.

US!Pap

He’s fallen out of bed many times. Oh yes, he woke up don’t mistake that. He just decided getting back into bed was too much effort and continued sleeping on the floor. He’s a snorer, the loud rattly kind. He’s not exactly a cuddler? He likes to use his S/O’s tummy as a pillow.

SF!Sans

What? Is?? He??? Trying???? To????? Do???????????
He’ll try to cuddle his S/O, but then sprawl and break the cuddle, then kick off the blankets, then move back to cling to them, then steal the pillow, then give it back and toss, then flail a bit and ends up sideways on the bed, then…
It’s not often he sleeptalks, but when he does, he narrates what’s happening in his dreams.

SF!Pap

He’s a heavy sleeper, a completely dead log. God bless you if you’re trying to wake him up in the morning. He won’t move at all throughout the night or even snore. He does drool a little though. He likes cuddling before bed but once he’s out, it doesn’t matter because he won’t notice the difference between sleeping on a barn floor and the bed.

Random HC #23 (Continuation of #4 - #22)

Secrets?!

The night is long over and has made room for a new morning. That’s the first thing, Sportacus realizes, when he opens his eyes with a small yawn. The next fact, catching his attention is that it though isn’t as bright in the airship as it uses to be at this time of day and the next second, he can already hear the raindrops, splashing against the outside of his home. Usually, he’d feel a little disappointed when he understands that the day will be rainy. Probably too rainy for the kids to play outside. But today is different…
His eyes roam Robbie’s relaxed body. The other is still cuddled up close to him and he can feel the steady heaving and sinking of his chest against his hand, still resting on the villain’s back. Robbie’s hands are lightly holding on to the hero’s pajama top, as if he wants to make sure that he isn’t leaving him after all. The damp cloth on his forehead had actually soaked through Sportacus’ top, but it feels warm meanwhile and therefore, he still doesn’t really care…
He can’t help a soft, happy smile, although he can still feel the heat coming from the other’s body, proving that his fever still hasn’t ceased one bit. But at least, Robbie slept peacefully through this part of the night… Sportacus gently starts caressing the villain’s head again, extracting a soft noise from him. It’s a very low humming, almost edging into a purr. The hero’s smile brightens and his heart does a small, happy jump. Robbie simply looks incredibly cute, when he’s sleeping this peacefully and this sound only adds to his appearance. It makes Sportacus wish to be able to watch him sleep like this, every morning, to hold and cuddle him and help him realize that he’s not alone. On the contrary. The hero would do anything for him! But at exactly this thought, Sportacus’ heart grows heavy again, because it reminds him that Robbie isn’t here, because Sportacus told him how he feels about him and he shares these feelings, but because he’s still very sick and needs his care. And this leads straight to the question whether the hero’s care actually will be enough to help Robbie becoming all healthy again. He still doesn’t know what is wrong with him, after all. So he should take him to a doctor, as soon as possible! But…why does his instinct still reject this obviously right decision?
…Maybe…because something about Robbie’s symptoms simply doesn’t seem right? Sportacus is no doctor, of course, but he does now a lot about illnesses, injuries and medicine in general. It was his second favorite class at school, right after health education (and yes, even before P.E., because as much as he loves to move around all the time, it was NOT his favorite class during his time at school). And the way, Robbie has described his hallucinations and how the last one came along with his fever and stomach cramps… It’s just strange… And adding to these doubts comes Robbie’s obvious fear of doctors. What if he’ll only make it worse by taking him to a real physician? And with this very likely also loose his trust again, he managed to build up during the past half a day?
He sighs lowly. He’s used to facing problems and fixing things. But this situation now… He knows that he’s letting this get to him on a level, where it becomes difficult, if not even impossible to remain objective about Robbie’s condition. But how could he NOT feel horrible and scared, himself, when someone he likes so much is involved?! …He never understood… That’s why most of his teachers always told him that he’d never graduate and become a hero. But he did. And then he was send to LazyTown to capture this man and take him back to his people to be punished. But he couldn’t. Because he instantly felt that Robbie is not evil. On the contrary… And now he realized that he…fell in love with him. He’s not sure when exactly, nor how. But…he is sure that this emotion, sparkling in his chest, each time, he does so much as look at Robbie, is love. A love, that goes beyond pure friendship…
“…Oh, Robbie…” he swallows hard and runs his hands through his hair and over his back again, before he places a long, soft kiss on his hair and tries to shift away from him. At once, he’s met by a low but heartbreaking whimper and the grip on his shirt tightens “…Sportacus…” The hero freezes in his move. “…Shush…” he quickly pulls the villain closer again and nuzzles his nose into his hair, murmuring “I’m here. It’s okay…”
“…Hm…” Robbie moves his head, the cloth drops down on the bed and he mumbles once more “…Sportacus?…”
“Yes,” the hero smiles softly, although he knows, the other can’t see it “…Are you awake, Robbie?…”
“…No, I sleeptalk,” grumbles the villain and sighs lowly “Silly question, Sportagoof…”
“I’m sorry,” he chuckles and strokes through the black hair once more “…So… May I get up? I want to prepare some breakfast. You need to eat…”
“It’s your bed. Of course, you can get up,” mumbles Robbie, but without loosening his grip on the other’s top one bit “…But I’m not hungry…”
“But you NEED to eat!” carefully, Sportacus removes the villain’s hands, ignoring the half suppressed whine for the moment, and makes sure that his patient is lying comfortably, propped up by the pillows, then he jumps out of bed and turns to look at him with a serious gaze “ESPECIALLY if you don’t want me to take you to a doctor right away!”
“That’s blackmailing!” Robbie quirks a brow, a light smile tugging at his lips “Should I feel proud now, that you’ve learned something from me?”
“I’m serious, Robbie. This isn’t for joking!” Sportacus crosses his arms “I’m really worried about you!”
“…Yeah, I… I know…” Robbie looks away uneasily, his voice low “…But you’re waisting your time…”
“Why do you keep saying this?! Robbie!” Sportacus kneels back down at the edge of the bed and takes both of the other’s shaking hands in his own, searching his eyes “Don’t you understand that… That I… That you’re incredibly important to me?! Since you are so sick, I feel horrible! I try to figure out how to help you, but for the first time in my life, I feel completely powerless and scared and desperate! Please…” he lets go of Robbie’s left hand to cup his cheek instead, he barely notices his own tears before they start running down his face “…You’re so pale… Robbie, if you know or have any idea what could be wrong with you, you HAVE to tell me! Now!”
Robbie breathes in. He struggles to not lose himself entirely in the touch of the hero. “…You…have to be more careful…” his voice is low and strained. “…What?…”
“…I guess, you’ve lost this during your sleep…” a very weak, wry smile washes over the villain’s lips, when his free, left hand now blindly reaches for something next to him and then holds it up, next to his face and into the hero’s view “…Next time, this might happen, when somebody else is around, who isn’t me and therefore quite surprised, not to say…shocked…”
Sportacus stares at the item in the other’s hand and the next second, he’s sure, he becomes just as pale as Robbie, and his voice threatens to stop working when he now rasps “…You… You already…knew?!…”
“I’m your declared archenemy. Of course, I knew!” he chuckles weakly and shrugs “…It wasn’t THAT hard, actually… Sugar meltdowns, always moving, flipping, jumping around, a magic crystal, living in an airship, this ridiculous hat… And come on, your Icelandic accent! You know, I don’t remember too much about my own birthplace, but there are some stories about your folk, I DO remember hearing from my mother!…” his smile drops a little, and he lowers his hand again. A long pause follows, during which neither of them moves a muscle. “…You’re not…staring at them…” murmurs the hero suddenly weakly. “Why should I?” Robbie blinks puzzled and smiles, lightly confused “I told you, I knew before…”
“Yeah, but… At school, they told us…everybody would stare…”
“Well, I don’t think, staring is very polite,” a nervous chuckle “…Besides… Right now, I’m busy staring into your eyes, am I not?!” He blushes. Sportacus blushes, as well, but more out of joy than embarrassment. He isn’t entirely sure what to make of this, but he feels a great tension falling off of him, of which existence he wasn’t even aware before. “…So… Since you knew… Why haven’t you ever told anybody or used this knowledge against me?…” more absently, he caresses Robbie’s cheek with his thumb, still without breaking their eye contact. “I’m a villain. But not cruel. I…sensed that you had your reasons not to tell anybody… Not even the brats. I…” now Robbie shifts a little uneasy “…What you said yesterday… About me… That I never really wanted you to leave or to get rid of you…was true, I guess… I…” he breaks up and swallows hard. Then he suddenly, gently pushes Sportacus’ hands off, puts his hat in one of them and turns his face away from him, his eyes squeezed shut. “…Robbie?…” puzzled, Sportacus quickly puts his hat on again, covering his slightly pointed ears with it, before he carefully brushes a few strains of hair out of the villain’s face and notices the tears, rolling down his cheeks “Robbie, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” The other opens one eye to look at him again “…Why are YOU crying, Sportacare?…”
“Because I’m worried! And…confused and desperate…” Sportacus shrugs helplessly. “…Yeah… Me, too…” Robbie wipes his face and sniffs lowly “…See….When you’re the villain, you’re supposed to cause trouble and keep the hero busy…but not like THIS!…” a weak, strained laugh “You care for me more than anybody else ever did! And this feels so…incredibly wrong on one hand but…even more incredibly good on the other! I… I don’t know, what I’m supposed to DO!” The laugh turns into a sob and he buries his face into his hands. “…Nothing…”
“H-Huh?…”
“You don’t have to do ANYTHING, Robbie. Except of accepting my help and…following my suggestions at best, so you can become all healthy again,” the hero’s gentle smile is audible. “B-But…”
“No. No buts,” Sportacus sits down sideways on the bed now and carefully grabs Robbie’s hands again, to pull them away from his face and squeeze them gently “All you REALLY have to do is trust me, Robbie. And…that shouldn’t be that hard, right? I mean…I trust YOU!”
“…Really?…”
“Of course! I have every reason to! Look, you’ve even kept my secret for all these years! Stop telling yourself, that you don’t deserve my care, trust and love! You do!” Sportacus is talking without really thinking about it before now “Not just because you’re no real villain, but because you’re an amazing person and there isn’t anybody else who makes me feel so happy when he’s smiling for once, not looking so sad and depressed anymore!” He breathes in. Just now, he notices Robbie’s stunned…or rather shocked expression. And then, it hits him what he just said and his face turns dark red “…Oh…”

Anyway the TTTE fandom sucks.

I can’t believe the huge fuss they made of and engine showing autistic traits and the idea of an engine being genderfluid (a concept I can’t say I understand but hey if that’s what you identify as then I’m not gonna say anything - not really my business anyway). It’s not the end of the world and it’s not going to ruin Thomas - they’re making characters that certain children can relate to more.

The reaction on Twitter has been nothing short of vile and certain people ought to be ashamed of themselves. I for one am looking forward to see how it all plays out and while I wasn’t overly interested in JBS before (not a big TTTE fan to be honest), what they’re doing with the new characters has intrigued me. I will sit down and enjoy the special whilst munching on the popcorn that has been flavoured by the fandom’s salt.

But seriously, if non-neurotypical and genderfluid characters in your precious childhood series are that big of a problem to you, then boy, do you need to take a long look at yourself and sort your shit out.

I think I’ll just stick here of I wanna talk TTTE. The fandom on tumblr seems fairly chill.

[fic] a ghost in your eardrum

short drabble for the @leojiweek​ prompt day 2, “sleepovers”

the things he never says in the day, the things he hears in the night, the people who stay by his side.

(on ao3)

In his dreams his ribcage flowers, rips through his chest with twisted teeth, thrusts its fleshless head out and spits his heart out. He watches it fall, divinatory moon blocks made of muscle and blood. It hits the ground, blood fills his eyes. He never sees the gods’ words, but their laughter fills his ears.

He blinks and there are arms around his waist and an explosion of lights above his eyes.

“ - hong!”

He jolts - and stumbles over air, and is stopped from falling by the warmth wrapped around his body.

He blinks blearily. “Leo?”

“Hey.” Leo gives a lopsided smile that, even to Guanghong’s sleep-addled mind, isn’t convincing at all. “You with me?”

They’re out on the veranda. The cold wind bites into his skin and he shivers. Leo notices, and before Guanghong can say anything, wraps his jacket around Guanghong.

“Wh’ happened?” Guanghong asks, too dazed to protest.

“You were sleepwalking,” Leo says gently.

“Is that - is that all?” he asks.

Leo meets his gaze and says, “That’s all.”

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Sleepwalker--Imagine #18

Anonymous asked: I just thought if this idea and I’m in love:) could you write an imagine where me and my crush have JUST started dating and one night he is sleepwalking and he tells you how much he loves and all that he loved about you?:)

A/N: I truly don’t know what the shit this is. I’m sorry. Keep dreaming!~Logan


I woke up to the sound of someone banging around in my kitchen. 

What the hell, I thought. My parents were away for the weekend, I was alone except for–

My hands searched blindly over the comforter. C/n should be in bed beside me, since he was staying for the weekend, but instead the spot next to me was void of him. 

I heard some mumbling coming from the kitchen and untangled myself from the sheets, wondering what he was doing in the kitchen at fucking four o’clock in the morning. 

I tripped over the rug, my vision bleary with sleep. As I reached the kitchen I saw c/n sitting there, his broad back facing me as he sat in the chair at the breakfast bar island, hands intertwined as if he was making some business deal with some invisible business partner across from him. 

“I just–I have all these thoughts of you and I can’t find a way to say them,” I heard him slur, his words running together with sleep. 

Oh my god, he’s sleeptalking, I thought, a lazy grin tugging at my lips. 

Curiously, I walked to the other side of the island and leaned over it, careful not to make a sound and wake him up. 

His eyes were half-open and he looked stoned, but despite that, my heart swelled at how cute and innocent he looked. His eyebrows were knitted together and he looked concerned. 

He didn’t register I was standing in front of him, and scratched at his puffy-from-sleep cheeks. 

“God, like, you’re so pretty, ya know?” 

I stood still, leaning, my whole body frozen and my breath caught in my throat.

“And, I feel so out of your league, because you are so perfect to me and when I look at you I wonder how I got so lucky. All the guys at school keep asking me how I managed to get close to you, close enough that you love me and I keep tellin’ ‘em I just don’t know,” his eyebrows raised lazily, eyes not focusing on me even though my face was two feet from his. “I wish you could hear the conversatiosn guys would have about you before you were mine. And of course, some idiots still talk as if they can steal you from me. But that’s just it, you’re so loyal and I keep telling them that, but they keep saying no guy like me can keep a girl like you.”

His face became devoid of emotion for a second and his body wavered in the seat. I thought he was going to topple off it for a second but he grabbed a mug that I didn’t see before off the island and sipped air from it. I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped my lips. He must’ve been thinking he was drinking something, when in reality he was sucking air into his mouth from an empty mug. 

“You make the best food. You think you’re a horrible cook, but the fact that you’re so cute with all those splotches of whatever you’re cooking all over your face makes any burnt piece of food worth it. I hope you love me because if you didn’t this conversation would be really awkward,” he went quiet for another few moments. 

My face was on fire. He said he loved me. I cannot believe it. We’ve been dating for awhile and I wanted to tell him but didn’t wanna scare him off. I wished I could tell him I love him, too, but he’s asleep and I’d want him to be completely conscious. 

My hand, of it’s own accord, slid over the back of his and I stroked the soft skin. His eyebrows knitted together a bit again, and he shook his head, clearly upset with dream-me. 

“No, y/n. Shhhh,” he slurred, sloppily placing his finger on his pink, puffy lips, and then dropping it to grasp the empty mug again. “You need to listen. You are so important to me. Like more important than anyone else. The thing that made me fall even deeper in love with you is how kind you are to everyone, but you still manage to be the baddest chick I’ve ever met. You are so badass, y/n, you intimidate me. And I love how your eyes shine and glow in sunlight. You also have the cutest way of scrunching up your face when you focus on your homework and work on your hobbies. And, oh my god the hottest thing is when you get so passionate and riled up about something, I could sit and listen to your powerful rants all day long. Your intelligence is so sexy. And I love tracing your perfect little birthmark. You don’t like it but I think it makes you even more adorable.”

He took another “sip” from the mug, but I didn’t giggle this time. His words were unfiltered and instead of complaining about me in his dreams he was professing his love to me. He never found it easy to tell me how he felt, so this was something I knew wasn’t going to occur again for awhile. But I think if I could tell him I loved him also he wouldn’t be so scared of telling me how he felt. 

“I just wish you knew how much my body craves you when you’re not near me and how even if we’re just lying together, I am completely content,” he sighed, his voice quiet. 

I wanted to kiss him so bad right now. He looked so small and vulnerable, and so irresistibly cute. Dark circles under his eyes told of many late nights, many he’d spent with me, listening to me rant. I didn’t know he enjoyed listening to those stupid angry declarations of mine so much. But now that I think back I remember how when I’d glance at him, his eyes were so full of something I couldn’t pinpoint in those moments, that I can now. Love. He looked at me like a man smitten. And here he was telling me little details about me he cherished like jewels, in his sleep

His body slumped over the counter, and I realized he’d finished. 

Moving to his side of the island, I placed my lips on his cheeks, giving him a small peck. He hummed in what sounded like approval. 

“Let’s get to bed, my sweet baby,” I whispered in his ear, hoping he would either wake up or follow me to bed in his sleep. There was no way I’d be leaving him out here.

I moved my lips to the back of his neck, right above the first bone of his spine poked out from his white sleep shirt. Giving him a tender kiss on his favorite spot, his body moved to crush me in a very warm and sleepy bear hug. When he released me, I was disappointed to see his eyes still in their half-open state. He hadn’t woken up. At least he was responding to me. 

Gingerly, I slipped my slender hand into his large one, and led him to our bedroom once again. I tucked him and me into the bed, but before I could move back to my side of the bed, c/n pulled me into his side, so close you couldn’t slide anything between us. 

“Mine,” he growled, and I was surprised by the ferocity and internsity in his voice. It made my toes curl. 

Seconds later I heard his soft snuffling snores caressing my ear in hot breaths and I fell asleep to the warmth of his body and his heart beating under my ear.

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My eyes opened sleepily to the soft glow of sunlight that warmed my room, indicating it was the first rays of the morning. 

What could have possibly woke me up this early? 

That’s when I felt my answer on the nape of neck in the form of two soft lips. C/n had spooned me at some point in the night and I gave no indication I was awake now, pondering over if I should tell c/n what I had witnessed last night. 

I resisted the urge to let out a satisfactory sigh as c/n’s lips traveled languidly lower down my neck, tugging gently at the top of my shirt to trail his kisses farther down. 

“Damn clothes always have to get in my way.” 

My insides twisted at his husky voice and the feel of his hot breath against my skin. I had to resist the urge to chuckle at his frustration. I had listened to him complain before about my “damn clothes” whenever our kissing started getting heated. 

He moved his lips to my ear and ran his tongue along the top of it, pulling my hair gently away from the side of my face. My breath hitched, but I tried to keep my facial expression neutral, not wanting to give away I was awake. I could feel his hot breath against my ear, coming in soft puffs. 

“I love you,” he mumbled, his voice still gravelly from sleep.

The words, and the passion and tenderness with which he said them, broke me into a million pieces and molded me back together again in a more beautiful way than before.  He moved away from my ear, resting his head against the pillow we were sharing, his large, toasty hands under my shirt, drawing patterns on my stomach. 

“I love you so goddamn much,” he whispered to himself it seemed, and I heard the awe in his tone. 

I couldn’t act anymore. I flipped over, lying my body on his and attacked him with my lips, feverishly. I kissed him hungrily, and our labored breathing and small mewls and loud, short grunts of pleasure were the only sounds in the quiet, still morning. 

“Oh my god,” I gasped before his teeth captured my bottom lip and tugged gently before releasing. “I love you, too,” I gasped. 

We stopped and stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, cheeks flushed with passion and shyness. Our eyes studied every feature of our faces and memorized the love that was stirring in our expressions. 

C/n brushed away a fly-away and tucked it behind my ear.

“You’re amazing,” he smiled, looking at me like I was a million bucks. 

“You’re incredible,” I sighed, caressing his face. “You’re also a sleepwalker and talker,” I giggled as his face flushed even more red. 

“Oh shit,” he groaned, rubbing his hands over his face.

“You kind of were blathering away about me last night,” I nudged him with my nose on his cheek as he let out a string of muffled grumblings. 

“Damn, I really need to stop doing that,” he said, pulling his hands from his face, and resting them around me and rubbing my back. 

“You kidding me? I hope you never stop,” I grinned, and he captured my smiling lips in another passionate kiss, leading to more confessions of love and passionate explorations of each other.