my little bed bug

Could you write something about the boys with a s/o who usually gets tired (because work, study, spend too much time in front of the computer, etc)? I love so much your blog, i want to hug you all >.<

Of course! This is incredibly relatable, actually.

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • He really doesn’t mind
  • He admires how much effort you put into everything that you do!
  • He honestly believes you’re beautiful even when you’re on the verge of collapse.
  • It’s sweet but you wish he’d stop
  • His voice is putting you to sleep and it’s embarrassing
  • He gently wakes you up and takes you to somewhere more comfortable when you end up falling asleep somewhere odd.
  • He also wishes his voice would stop putting you to sleep

Rantarou Amami

  • He thinks it’s adorable.
  • He often forgets to wake you up when you manage to fall asleep on top of your homework
  • Because look at that face, how could he possibly disturb that?
  • He does his best to alleviate the work for you by helping you
  • He lends you his shoulder to sleep on any time he feels like you need it
  • You often take him up on his offer

Kokichi Ouma

  • You love him but, man, does this boy use up your energy.
  • He loves teasing you about it
  • “I didn’t realize keyboards could be used as pillows now!” and the like
  • You realize quickly that every time that you fall asleep near him, he will take a picture of it
  • The screensaver on his phone is a picture of you trying so hard not to fall asleep in a restaurant
  • So you make extra effort to not feel exhausted around him
  • It isn’t really working but he thinks your attempts are cute

Shuuichi Saihara

  • He wasn’t really sure what to do at first
  • I mean, if you’re always tired, is it really a problem?
  • This is basically the norm for you
  • That is, until that one time that he witnessed you slam your face directly into your desk while dozing off
  • From then on, he tries his hardest to keep you awake until you get home and you can rest properly
  • He always notices the signs you have when it looks like you’re not fully there anymore
  • He’ll nudge you with a pencil
  • He’ll gently shake your shoulder
  • He keeps you focused on your work
  • And once you’re allowed to rest, he makes sure nothing disturbs you

Kaito Momota

  • Kaito’s the kind of guy who gets you excited to be around
  • While that doesn’t completely eliminate the exhaustion you feel after a long day, he notices you’re trying and appreciates it
  • He’s the boyfriend who will let you rest his head on his lap
  • And give you his coat to use as a blanket or a pillow
  • He’ll also try to carry you off the bed but
  • You snap at him that you’re not that tired and try to get back to what you were doing
  • You’re starting to doze off again
  • Repeat

Kiibo

  • He knows exactly what to do about this!
  • He plays you records of things you missed while you were trying to keep focused
  • He changes the room temperature accordingly to help you stay alert
  • He gives you a proper sleep schedule and tries to enforce it
  • Emphasis on tries, he’s forgotten about your phone
  • When you ask him how he knows what to do, he looks nostalgic
  • He tells you that his professor was the exact same way
  • You never end up fully passing out in front of Kiibo. Ever.

Gonta Gokuhara

  • Gonta has no idea on what to do
  • He tries to run with you
  • Take you bug catching
  • That just makes you more tired to be honest
  • Eventually he just gives up and lets you lean up against him
  • When you do fall asleep, he carries you to bed
  • He handles you so gently that you don’t even wake up
  • He calls you his Bed Bug
  • When you ask him to call you something cuter, Gonta offers “My Little Cicada”
  • Bed Bug is fine

Ryouma Hoshi

  • He knows about tired
  • He’s on it
  • He carries a pillow around with him everywhere just in case
  • He’ll occasionally ask if you’re good
  • Do you need to rest? No? Okay
  • He’ll do your work for you when you’re not looking so that you don’t have to do as much
  • He’s not subtle at all so you always find out
  • He’s rough by accident when he wakes you up and feels horrible about it
  • But he also loves the drowsy and annoyed sort of pout you give him
“The Scaries”

A drabble based completely off of @upthehillart ‘s amazing artwork and @shadu-kiam ‘s hilarious commentary

Pairing: Dramione
Words: 1,766
Rating: T, Implied Sexual Situations


Hermione tugged the strap of her dressing gown tighter around her waist, and followed Caelum into his bedroom, the little boy’s feet dragging against the carpet as he trudged tiredly to his little bed. “Bedtime, my sleepy Bug,” Hermione smiled and helped him get under his covers — green (on his daddy’s request), but with a large cartoon lion emblazoned on the front (much to his daddy’s disgust).

“We gonna go to Jamie’s to fly?” Caelum asked, rubbing his cheek against his pillow to get comfortable.

Hermione pursed her lips, but nodded and gave him a smile. “Yes, we’re going to see Jamie and Aunty Ginny and Uncle Harry tomorrow. So you need to have a big sleep so you’ve got enough energy to play, isn’t that right?” She asked, and reminded herself to bring up to her husband that under no terms was Caelum allowed to go flying — even on a toy broom. “Night-night,” she said and then kissed his forehead and stood up straight from crouching by the bed; Merlin did she detest the height of children’s beds.

“Night mummy,” was the quiet reply, and Hermione headed to the door. Just as she had almost closed it, she stopped as Caelum sat upright in bed, “Mummy. You need’a check for scaries,” he said, pointing at his wardrobe door.

It was no surprise that Draco had been the one to instil the fear of the ‘scaries’ that lived in the children’s wardrobe. And of course the Manor had walk in wardrobes in every bedroom with the ones in the kid’s rooms being the same size as the study that had been in her own childhood home. Hermione let out a small sigh but came back into the room and opened up the wardrobe door and turned on the light inside. “No scaries in here,” she assured her son and walked right in. “And mummy’s the best at finding them,” she added before switching the light off and coming out of the wardrobe. “Sleep time now, remember you need lots of rest,” she said and waited until Caelum was lying down once more before she exited his bedroom and softly closed the door behind her.

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There’s a lot of little things bugging me in my bed and I’m not sure if it’s just grass that the dog brought in or crumbs but I’m peeved and I just want to sleep

Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love

This is an imagine that I wrote for a very good friend of mine last night. With her permission, I’m posting it. This is for her and her TC, who I shall ship from here to the moon and back 798 milliion times with an additional 567 trillion trips around the Milky Way Galaxy and back twice that. 

Basically, I love the two of them and their overall story - with the small adorable stories I hear. They’re both precious and adorable. So…without further adue, I present to you the following imagine. Please enjoy, and if you’d like me to write one for you, feel free to shoot me an ask or a message.


                                             “Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love”

He wraps his arms ‘round you, pulling your body flush against him. You just let out a happy sigh as you snuggle up closer to him. You even nuzzle your nose and cheek against his chest. He lets out that adorable little giggle that you love so much.

He lowers one hand and places it on your thigh, gently tugging and pulling your leg over his. You bring your right hand up and lay it on his chest below your chin. You tuck your right foot under his left knee. He bends his leg slightly and you tuck your foot under his leg even more.

He chuckles and you giggle. He keeps his right hand on your thigh and moves his left hand up to the back of your head. He starts running his fingers through your hair in a calming way. You just relax against him even more. You close your eyes and just listen to the beating of his heart.

It - mixed with his fingers running through your hair - calms you and helps you to relax. ‘Specially after the day you had at school. You had taken your math midterm the night before and had even stayed up late texting him after the test because you two were talking and you didn’t wanna end the conversation yet.

Then, today, even though your classes went by fine and you even had a blast in your psych class, it still sucked a bit. Why? Simply because you were missing him a great deal and you hated being away from him and he hated being away from you. 

But, everything got better as soon as you knocked on his front door and he opened it with your favorite blanket wrapped ‘round him. At that point, you could relax so you did. You relaxed even more as soon as you stepped inside his house. 

He closed the door and pulled you into a bear hug, with the blanket wrapping ‘round you too. He asked if you’d eaten yet, to which you shook your head as your arms snuck ‘round his waist and you laid your head on his shoulder. He held you for a moment until you pulled away, looking at him.

He took the blanket off your shoulders and draped it around you. You pulled it tight around you and just took a deep breath in, relaxing a bit more. You had your eyes closed so you didn’t see him leaning forward, but you did feel his lips press against your forehead gently.

“C’mon, my little monkey.” He murmured.

You followed him into the kitchen where he started to brew a pot of coffee for you two. You hopped up on the kitchen counter, with his blanket still ‘round you, as he dug ‘round in the fridge for something to fix. He made some cubed steak and mashed potatoes.

You offered to help him cook but he shook his head. He told you to just stay on the counter and talk to him. The two of y’all talked while he cooked. Whenever there was a break in his cooking, he’d come and stand in front you. He’d place his hands on your thighs and look up at you.

He had to look up at you since you were on the counter a wee bit taller than him. You’d dropped the blanket on one side and freed your left hand. You’d play with his hair as he’d rest his forehead against your chest. There were times where y’all didn’t need to talk.

Just being close to one another like that worked for y’all. He’d eventually go back to cooking and switch between cooking and being next to you. After y’all ate and cleaned up the kitchen, you’d made your way to his bedroom. He’d offered you the use of his shower while he changed the bed.

You’d taken him up on his offer and hopped in the shower to wash away the dirt from the day. When you’d gotten out, you’d noticed that your clothes weren’t in the bathroom anymore. Instead, one of his t-shirts and a pair of his shorts had been sitting there for you. 

You’d grabbed one of his fluffy white towels, dried off, and put his clothes on. You’d hung the towel up on the back of the door and walked out into his bedroom. He’d just been chilling, leaning against his headboard, reading a book with some Van Halen playing from the radio beside the bed.

He’d already had the sheets turned down and everything. He’d been wearing just a pair of flannel pj pants that you’d given him for Christmas last year; they represented his alma mater and he absolutely loved them. He’d had his left ankle crossed over his right one.

He’d looked so relaxed, and cute that you’d been unable to stop the grin that had slipped across your face. You’d walked over to the opposite side of the bed that he’d been sitting on. You’d crawled in and scooted close to him. You’d seen that smirk appeared on his face as you’d gotten closer to him.

You’d laid your head on his shoulder while he’d finished the page he was on. When he’d finished, he’d slipped the bookmark in between the pages, closed it, and set it by the radio. He’d kissed your forehead before he’d gotten up out of the bed, walked over, turned the big light off, and had walked back to you.

He’d left the radio on as he’d crawled back into the bed, after he’d flung the sheets back even more. You’d giggled which had caused him to let out a deep growl from low in his throat and had winked at you. He’d slipped into the bed beside you. 

He’d reached up to turn the bedside lamp off and had turned the volume on the radio down a smidge. As soon as he’d been laying down, you’d scooted closer to him. You’d laid your head on his chest and that’s where you were now.

You’re laying in the arms of the man you loved, curled up and tucked - safely - against his side. You figure you guys could probably talk, but you don’t feel up to it. You just want to go to sleep, laying right where you are - in his arms. He just held you close.

At one point, well after you’ve closed your eyes, you feel his lips against the top of your head as he gently and sweetly kisses you. 

“Goodnight, my little monkey. Sweet dreams. Sleep tight and don’t let the bed bugs bite. You know I love you.” You hear him murmur quietly as he keeps running his fingers through your hair.

Keeping your eyes closed, you turn your head slightly and place a kiss on his chest, right over his heart. You drift off to sleep, curled up next to him, and tucked safely in his arms, with “Ain’t Talkin’ ‘Bout Love” playing softly in the dark.

He tells you
he is scared of planes
and you laugh because
lately,

running away

is the only thought
that’s been keeping you sane.

But you don’t tell him that;

you tell him you are laughing because
his fear seems irrational.

It seems as if your comment hurts his ego

because he smirks and goes:

“What are you scared of anyways?”

You think about your poor mother
who always told you:

“Never give someone the power
of knowing your fears.”

So you lie,

you tell him you are scared of bugs.

But really, you wish you could’ve told him:

“I am scared of commitment,
and I am scared of abandonment.

I am scared of routine,
and I am scared of being alone.

I am scared of failure,
and some days I am scared of getting out of my bed.”

But for a fifth date,
bugs seems a little more appropriate.

Now he is the one laughing,
because it seems to him

being scared of bugs
is way more irrational
than being scared of planes.

Now you want to tell him,

about the days you feel like
you’ve swallowed a fly
who carried all the sadness of the world

on its wings.

And the days you can feel
thousand of ants

crawling under your skin,
on your fingers
and in your throat.

In their tiny abdomens,
liters of ink;

they are the words
you never got to say
and the poems
you never got to write.

But you don’t,
and you lie. 

You promise him
you’ll drive him right to the stars
if it means he won’t have
to get on a plane.  

He promises you
he’ll buy insect repellent spray
next time he’ll be at the supermarket.

— 

goldenkintsugi

Liars and their fears

He tells you
he is scared of planes
and you laugh because
lately,
running away

is the only thought
that’s been keeping you sane.

But you don’t tell him that;

you tell him you are laughing because
his fear seems irrational.

It seems as if your comment hurts his ego

because he smirks and goes:

“What are you scared of anyways?”

You think about your poor mother
who always told you:

“Never give someone the power
of knowing your fears.”

So you lie,

you tell him you are scared of bugs.

But really, you wish you could’ve told him:

“I am scared of commitment,
and I am scared of abandonment.

I am scared of routine,
and I am scared of being alone.

I am scared of failure,
and some days I am scared of getting out of my bed.”

But for a fifth date,
bugs seems a little more appropriate.

Now he is the one laughing,
because it seems to him

being scared of bugs
is way more irrational
than being scared of planes.

Now you want to tell him,

about the days you feel like
you’ve swallowed a fly
who carried all the sadness of the world

on its wings.

And the days you can feel
thousand of ants

crawling under your skin,
on your fingers
and in your throat.

In their tiny abdomens,
liters of ink;

they are the words
you never got to say
and the poems
you never got to write.

But you don’t,
and you lie.

You promise him
you’ll drive him right to the stars
if it means he won’t have
to get on a plane.  

He promises you
he’ll buy insect repellent spray
next time he’ll be at the supermarket.

—  liars and their fears // goldenkintsugi
5SOS Preference #15: Restless Nights (His POV)
  • Calum Hood: "He's still fighting?" I ask my wife as I lean against the nurseries door post. (Y/N) nods her head as she rocks back and forth on the rocking chair with Ryder on her chest. She rubs our six month olds back soothingly as he moans sleepily into her neck, trying his best not to fall asleep. We both been trying to put him to sleep for about two hours now. After he would fall asleep, us two would have our time alone but guess not. I sigh and walk towards them. "Want me to call mom?" I whisper as I take a seat on the foot rest of the rocking chair. "I don't know." (Y/N) says, her voice cracking. "He's not running a temp. I don't know what's going on." She places a kiss on Ryder's cheek and I notice that this is stressing her out. "We'll figure it out baby." I say after I place a hand on her knee, giving it a reassuring squeeze. (Y/N) looks at me with teary eyes. "Let me take him." I reach my hands out and she places him in my arms. "You're a fighter, little man." I say with a chuckle after getting him situated in my arms. Ryder looks up at me with sleepy and teary eyes. "Go to sleep, Ry. You're not gonna miss out on anything. Just close your eyes." I begin to rock him slowly, his eyes start to blink heavily but he still doesn't budge. "Sing, Cal." (Y/N) whispers and I can't believe I didn't think of that earlier. I nod my head and then begin to sing quietly a slower version of "Amnesia", earning an eye roll from my wife. She's probably over the song by now. Ryder watches me with heavy eyes and a miracle happens. His eyes close fully. I look up at (Y/N) as I continue to sing and she sighs in relief. She signals me to keep going and I do. I stare at our little, handsome prince as he snores quietly. After awhile, I stop, just waiting for him to wake up. But he doesn't. I get up slowly and walk towards his crib while (Y/N) follows. We each give him a gentle kiss on the forehead before I lay him down. "Thank you, Lord." (Y/N) praises after she covers Ryder up with a blanket. I smile and wrap my arms around her waist. "I believe it's our time to relax now, Mrs. Hood." I whisper before pressing my lips against hers.
  • Ashton Irwin: "Mommy!" I hear Austin scream for (Y/N) for the fifteenth time tonight. My bride sighs a little before getting out of bed again to go see our two year old. "There are monsters again!" Austin cries, clearly frightened. I get up and sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing my eyes. It's gonna be a long night. "Baby there's no such thing. You're okay. Everything's alright." I hear (Y/N) say, trying to soothe him. I look over to the clock next to me. 12:13 a.m. He's been going at this for an hour after he woke up from a nightmare. I breathe in before getting out of bed to go see them. "Shhh baby. Daddy's trying to sleep. He's got a big day tomorrow." I hear (Y/N)'s muffled voice through Austin's bedroom door. My heart drops when I hear his crying as well. "What's going on?" I ask as I open his door. They both sit on his bed, covered in a big blanket. (Y/N) leans her aching back against the wall, her growing stomach hides under the blanket, as Austin leans into her, crying into her side with her arm around him. "Daddy!" He cries once he sees me. I smile a little at my exhausted, little bug. I walk towards the bed and crawl onto it, joining them. "Daddy there's monsters." Austin says as (Y/N) rubs his arm. "Really?" I gasp and he nods. My wife shakes her head at me. She obviously doesn't want me to pretend that they are real. "Where?" Then Austin points under his bed. I nod my head before getting on all fours to check under his bed. "I don't see anything bud." I say. "Are you sure?" My son asks with concern eyes and I nod. "There's nothing. Don't you worry. You got me and your mommy. We'll protect you. And soon, you'll have to protect your baby sister or brother too." I say with a smile. Austin smiles widely and looks up at (Y/N) and she smiles down at him as well. "I can't wait." He says with a yawn. (Y/N) kisses his curly head. "I'm glad, kiddo." She whispers against his head. "Get some rest champ." I say as I get up. "You're going to see-" I stop once I turn around to see Austin sound asleep against his pillow. (Y/N) gets out of the bed slowly. "Well done baby." She whispers, giving me a kiss after closing Austin's door.
  • Michael Clifford: "Relax, baby girl. Just close your eyes. Daddy's got you. Shh." I coo as I rub my almost two year olds back. I rock back and forth slowly on the rocking chair while Aubrey holds my neck for dear life as she cries. "Mama! M-Mama!" She sobs into my neck. "She'll be back, Aubs. Mama will be here very soon. Just go to sleep, baby, I got you." I whisper. (Y/N)'s out for the night with the girls. She was hesitant to leave me with the kids but I insisted she should go, saying that the four of us would be just fine. She deserves it. She's been busy with work and taking care of her three boys and little girl. She deserves to be out for awhile. "I want mama now!" Aubrey screams, making me jolt a little. "Aubrey, what did I tell you about screaming?" I warn, thinking about her brothers sleeping peacefully in their room next to hers. She cries more, her tears soaking into my t-shirt. I pat her back gently while humming a nursery rhyme. Aubrey cries "mama" over and over again shakily and I feel like I've been sucking at being a parent. "Hey, hey, hey." I hear my wife whisper loudly. I relax and sigh in relief when I see her at the door. My hero. "Mama!" Aubrey squeaks out while getting off of me and running to (Y/N). She crouches down and opens her arms for Aubrey. "You should be sleeping little one." She says while kissing Aubrey's cheek after they embrace each other. "Why'd you go m-mama?" She sobs into (Y/N)'s neck. "Shhhh Aubs, you'll wake Zach and Nick." (Y/N) whispers while picking our little princess up. She walks over, giving me a smile and then mouthing a "hi" to me. I give her a small smile before getting up so she can sit down. She sits down and begins to rock back and forth. "Shhh baby. I'm here. A princess like you deserves her beauty rest." (Y/N) whispers to Aubrey. "L-like Princess Aurora?" Aubrey asks, referring to the princess from Sleeping Beauty. (Y/N) smiles. "Like Princess Aurora." She whispers. Once Aubrey quiets down, I walk out of the room to see the boys, making sure to close the door behind me so Aubrey can fall asleep without the light from the hall bugging her. After awhile, I watch (Y/N) walk down the stairs. I get up from the couch before she pecks my lips. "I'm a terrible dad, aren't I?" I mumble against her lips. "You mean awesome, right?" She asks with a smirk before I kiss her.
  • Luke Hemmings: "Luke, leave her be. She has to learn." I hear my wife mumble sleepily as I get out of our bed. "You know I can't do that." I whisper back gently while walking towards the door. Once I heard my little Ella's muffled cries coming from the baby monitor, I had to fight the urge not to get up and help her right then and there. After a good thirty minutes of her crying, I couldn't take it anymore. I walk down hallway to head towards Ella's nursery. "Daddy's right here, pumpkin." I say as I walk through her door. I frown a little at my almost one year old through the cribs rails. She sits on her bum with wet tears running down her red face. "D-daddy." Ella cries in relief before standing up and reaching for me. "What's wrong, huh?" I ask sadly while picking her up. I kiss forehead before she wraps her little arms around my neck. She tries to find her breath. "Breathe sweetheart. You're okay." I start to run my hand up and down her back slowly, trying to calm her down. I check to feel if she needs a diaper change but find out that she doesn't. She rests her head on my shoulder and cries more. "Someone's a little sleepy bug I see." I state with a smile before sitting down on the rocking chair. "No." Ella mumbles her new favorite word into my neck. I chuckle and begin to rock gently. She holds on tight to me, never letting go of me. "Daddy's not going anywhere, Ella. I'm right here." I coo. After a few minutes of doing rocking back and forth and rubbing her back, she quiets down and then cries again, trying to stay awake. "Don't fight it El." I whisper quietly. And then, just as I command, she quits fighting. Small snores escape her mouth. I keep rocking in case she wakes up again but she doesn't. I get up gently and walk over to her crib. I lay Ella down slowly as possible, very careful not to wake her up. "Sweet dreams pumpkin." I whisper after placing the blanket on her. I tense when I see her squirm a little but then she relaxes. I sigh and smile down at her. I turn towards the door and jump a little when (Y/N) leaning against the door post. She gives me a small smile as she reaches her hand out for me. "Come back to bed, Mr. Hemmings." She whispers as I place my hand on hers, then she pulls me back towards our room. I close Ella's door gently behind me, completely hypnotized by my wife's actions.