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purpleflower19072 · 18 days ago

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

౨ৎ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡.. after an encounter with eggman leaves you and shadow stranded in a forest, he shows you just how much you mean to him.

- 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰, 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐰𝐜- 𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟗, more—> bf!shadow

the forest was eerily silent, Shadow’s crimson eyes scanned the trees for threats his ears twitching at every faint sound

as night fell, the temperature dropped, and you began to shiver despite your best efforts to stay warm

“We’ll rest here” he declared, stopping in a small clearing. he set out gathering sticks and dried leaves, before long he had a small fire going. you sat close to the flames your arms wrapped around your knees. Shadow joined you, sitting just close enough that your shoulders brushed. for a while the two of you sat in silence the crackling fire providing the only comfort in the otherwise quiet forest.

“you’re trembling” Shadow muttered, his voice low and filled with concern

“It’s just the cold” you replied, though the truth was that the day’s events had left you shaken. being stranded in the middle of nowhere with no plan wasn’t exactly comforting even if you trusted Shadow completely.

shadow shifted closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you against him. his body was surprisingly warm and you leaned into him instinctively, your head resting against his chest. his other hand found yours, his gloved fingers intertwining with your own

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said firmly, “Not here, not ever.”

you glanced up at him, surprised because Shadow rarely expressed himself openly.

“I know” you whispered, giving his hand a gentle squeeze

despite the crackling fire, it did little to ease the ache in your body. the fight with eggman had been brutal, and the hard landing in the forest didn’t help. your muscles were sore, your head was pounding, and the shallow cuts on your arms and legs stung as the cool night air nipped at your skin.

“you’re bleeding” Shadow said suddenly his voice sharp

you followed his gaze to a thin line of red trailing down your forearm

“It’s nothing” you said quickly brushing it off. “Just a scratch.”

Shadow’s eyes narrowed “Don’t downplay it.” before you could protest, he was on his feet rummaging through the small satchel you always carried

he returned with a strip of cloth and a small bottle of alcohol. “Give me your arm” he said firmly, kneeling in front of you.

“Shadow, I don’t…”

“Don’t argue.” his tone left no room for protests, but there was a gentleness in the way he took your arm, his gloved fingers holding it carefully

you sighed, giving in as he uncapped the bottle of alcohol. “This might sting” he warned, glancing up at you briefly before dabbing the cold liquid onto your wound

you winced as the alcohol burned but Shadow’s grip remained firm, his thumb brushing small circles against your skin in what you suspected was an attempt to comfort you

“Sorry” he murmured. so softly you almost didn’t catch it

“It’s fine” you replied, watching him as he worked. his usual demeanor had softened

after cleaning the wound he carefully wrapped the cloth around your arm, tying it securely but not too tightly. he inspected it one last time before releasing your arm satisfied with his work

“there” he said simply, sitting back on his heels

“thank you” you said, smiling faintly

“didn’t know you were so good at this”

Shadow’s ears twitched and he looked away, a slight hint of pink dusting his cheeks. “i’ve had to patch myself up enough times” he muttered. “It’s… different when it’s you.”

you blinked caught off guard. “different how?”

he hesitated, his gaze fixed on the fire “You’re not like me. You shouldn’t have to deal with pain like this. If I can take care of you, I will.”

the sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten. you reached out placing a hand on his cheek, guiding his gaze back to yours. “Shadow, I don’t need you to protect me from everything. Just… stay with me. That’s all.”

his eyes softened as he leaned into your touch, his larger hand covering yours. “I’ll stay” he promised, his voice barely above a whisper

the fire crackled between you, its warmth nothing in comparison to the feeling of his hand in yours and the way his gaze was on you. for a moment the forest and the uncertainty of everything faded away, leaving just the two of you in this moment

Shadow moved closer, his free hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your face

Shadow’s gloved fingers lingered near your face after brushing the stray strand of hair away. his eyes softened as they met yours, the glow of the fire reflecting faintly in his gaze. for a moment he didn’t say anything and you wondered if he was simply lost in thought. but then he spoke quiet, low and almost hesitant

“You’re… beautiful.”

his words hung in the air, so soft and unexpected that you almost thought you imagined them. Shadow, the hedgehog who rarely let his guard down was staring at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered

your heart skipped a beat “hm?”

his ears twitched slightly, and a faint blush tinted his cheeks, but his gaze never left yours “You’re beautiful” he repeated, his voice steadier this time

your chest tightened at your boyfriends’ sweet words. you opened your mouth to respond but no words came out.. what could you even say to that?

“I know I don’t say things like this often” Shadow began, his hand brushing against your cheek now, the gesture so tender. “But… you mean more to me than I can ever put into words. And seeing you hurt- it makes me realize how much i’d do to keep you safe.”

your throat felt tight as you reached up, covering his hand with yours. “Shadow… you don’t have to say anything. I already know.”

he shook his head slightly “No, you deserve to hear it. you deserve to know how much you’ve changed me, how much you matter too me .”

the small fire cast a warm glow over his face highlighting every soft curve and sharp angle. you couldn’t help but smile a warmth filling your chest “Even when you’re trying to act all tough, you’re… so sweet with me.”

Shadow let out a quiet huff almost like a laugh his lips curving into the faintest of smiles. “You’re the only one who’s ever seen me this way” he admitted. “And I think… I like it.”

you leaned forward, your hand still resting over his “Good” you said softly. “Because I like you this way too. All of you”

his gaze lingered on you for a moment before he leaned in pressing a soft kiss to your forehead

Shadow pulled away. “I’ll set up a place for us to rest” he said, standing up and looking around the clearing

you watched as he moved, his sharp eyes scanning the surrounding area his usual seriousness had crumbled from the care he’d been showing you all night. Shadow always seemed so distant to others but when it was just the two of you he was different.. more vulnerable, more affectionate.

he gathered a few fallen branches and large leaves arranging them in a small makeshift bed on the soft ground. when he returned to you he extended his hand his eyes softening as he met yours

“Come” he said, his voice gentle now. “It’ll be more comfortable than sitting by the fire all night.”

you took his hand without hesitation. feeling the warmth of his touch as he helped you to your feet. your body was still sore and it ached. as you moved toward the makeshift bed Shadow followed. it wasn’t much but the effort he put into making it as comfortable as possible didn’t go unnoticed

Shadow lay down beside you, his usually guarded demeanor now much more relaxed in the quiet of the forest. there was a brief moment of silence between the two of you before he shifted pulling you closer, his arm wrapping around your waist to draw you into his warmth

the contact was comforting, you could feel the heat from his body seep into yours, melting away any chill in your body

you let out a soft sigh, your back resting against his chest, and the steady beat of his heart reminded you how much he adored and cared about you

“is this okay?” Shadow asked quietly his voice barely above a whisper. it was the first time he’d seemed uncertain, though the way he held you told you something else

you turned your head slightly to look at him, catching the rare softness in his eyes as he waited for your response. it was so unlike Shadow to ask for reassurance but the moment felt incredibly intimate and you could feel his hesitation.

“Yes, it’s perfect” you murmured, shifting so you could look at him fully “I feel safe with you.”

his gaze softened, and for a moment you saw something , the affection that he rarely let slip

you smiled softly, reaching up to gently touch his cheek

he leaned into your touch, his eyes softly closing shut for just a moment and when he opened them again, they were filled with warmth. “Rest” he murmured, his arm tightening slightly around you pulling you even closer “I’ll keep you safe.”

as the warmth of Shadow’s body surrounded you, you felt a sense of comfort. the quiet hum of the night and the crackling fire were the only sounds that filled the area around you but in his arms, it felt like everything was exactly as it should be

Shadow shifted slightly, his body moving closer until his breath ghosted against your neck. you felt his nose gently nudge the crook of your neck and his warm, soft fur brushed against your skin as he nuzzled in. the action so intimate and affectionate, made your heart flutter it was a rare gesture from Shadow one that you could tell he didn’t often show to anyone else.

for a long moment he was still, just resting against you. his breath steady and calm as if he found peace in the simple act of being close to you. his arm tightened around your waist pulling you even closer as though trying to keep you in place, safe and warm

you could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat against your back, and the longer you stayed pressed against him the more you felt yourself drifting. his warmth keeping you protected from the cold night air

“Goodnight” Shadow murmured softly his voice barely above a whisper. it was the gentlest you’d ever heard him sound and you could hear the affection in his words

“Goodnight, Shadow.” you replied, your voice soft, your body relaxing in his arms

as your eyelids grew heavy the gentle pressure of his body against yours made it impossible to stay awake any longer. his warmth and the l beat of his heart lulled you into a peaceful slumber, every worry slipping away as you let yourself drift into sleep

in his arms you knew you were safe, and as the night passed his hand stayed gently resting on your waist, his thumb brushing faint circles into your side. Shadow stayed awake, his gaze never leaving the darkness of the forest making sure that nothing would disturb your sleep.

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 ⏦ﾟᢉ𐭩 - 𓊆ྀི𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི [𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰] 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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purpleflower19072 · 18 days ago

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🖤❤️ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Shadow the Hedgehog... Having a crush on you?! (HC LIST)

୭˚. ᵎᵎ Might have a little mischaracterization, but It's just my interpretation of his character. :)

‎♡‧₊˚ Shadow didn't even know when, where or how he started to like you around so much.

‎♡‧₊˚ At first, he probably just thought of you being useful to Team Dark and a great help.

‎♡‧₊˚ But now? Now Shadow finds himself quietly watching the moon, seeing you there instead of the stars. Remembering the details of your face smiling, the way you laugh, and the way you treated him.

‎♡‧₊˚ He obviously doesn't know what this feeling is, after all he has never felt something so powerful for someone since Maria. He may even have thought it was selfish of him to compare you to her, not wanting to see you as a "replacement" or something like that.

‎♡‧₊˚ He doesn't like to talk about feelings (especially his), but Rouge is attentive enough to care about him and notice how he feels around others, especially around you. She must have noticed it before Shadow himself did.

‎♡‧₊˚ "Are you in love?"

‎♡‧₊˚ Nonsense. Where did she get that from? Shadow had no time for love. Love is a powerful word, a word he would only use to describe his relationship with Maria, practically his only family back then.

‎♡‧₊˚ But this got Shadow thinking.

‎♡‧₊˚ Was he in love?

‎♡‧₊˚ With you?

‎♡‧₊˚ This distracted him on missions, it occupied his mind more than he admitted or let on, until a point where he simply started avoiding you, thinking it was your fault. You waved at him and he ran; You got close and his spines stood on end; You smiled, and he refused to smile back.

‎♡‧₊˚ After a few days, he finally stopped to ask himself.

‎♡‧₊˚ Why was it your fault?

‎♡‧₊˚ It's not like you have the power to put feelings in him, and he knows that very well, he's not naive. But he also doesn't know how to deal with it yet.

‎♡‧₊˚ Shadow apologized and went back to his usual behavior around you, but if you were observant enough, you'd notice he was different. That he looked at you differently.

‎♡‧₊˚ Your dynamic was the same as always, but now Shadow felt an intimacy he hadn't felt with anyone else before. A certain discomfort, perhaps?

‎♡‧₊˚ Oh, he felt so guilty feeling uncomfortable around you, believe me.

‎♡‧₊˚ But he had already understood that this wasn't either of your faults, since, as living beings, you can't control your feelings like machines. He knew that.

‎♡‧₊˚ And yet, he still secretly wished he had a database to completely erase this folder of feelings that was making him malfunction.

‎♡‧₊˚ But... It's not like he doesn't like feeling this way about you. It's not like he hates the feeling of wanting to have you around.

‎♡‧₊˚ It's not like he's hating loving you. Really.

‎♡‧₊˚ This was something that made him and Rouge talk more than ever, since Omega himself wouldn't be of much help.

‎♡‧₊˚ "You just have a crush, Shadow. It's fine. It's not the end of the world."

‎♡‧₊˚ Oh, but it was the end of his world. At least that was what he told himself constantly.

‎♡‧₊˚ He's afraid of getting too attached to you and ending up like his trauma with Maria again, he's afraid of focusing more on feelings than on his missions, he's afraid of failing you by thinking about you like that.

‎♡‧₊˚ Even though he's practically over fifty years old, Shadow still thinks about feelings like a teenager, asking questions back and forth as if he'll get answers.

‎♡‧₊˚ You treated him like a friend, someone close, someone important, and not like a weapon. That's okay, all of his friends did that.

‎♡‧₊˚ But you?

‎♡‧₊˚ You didn't treat him like someone special because he had talent.

‎♡‧₊˚ You treated him like someone special because he was special to you.

‎♡‧₊˚ And he couldn't understand why.

‎♡‧₊˚ Why did you think he was special to you? Why did you stick around when no one else did? Why did you keep following him when everyone else was going the other way?

‎♡‧₊˚ And why did he have a shred of hope asking this?

‎♡‧₊˚ A hope that maybe, just maybe, you would look at him the way he looks at you.

‎♡‧₊˚ You already saw him better than anyone else, but he still wanted you to see more of him, he wanted you closer (physically and emotionally), and he felt selfish about it.

‎♡‧₊˚ It's kinda funny, really.

‎♡‧₊˚ The Ultimate Lifeform suffering from having a crush and not knowing how to deal with it.

୭˚. ᵎᵎ dividers by @cafekitsune

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purpleflower19072 · 18 days ago

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Being Starscream's Conjunx has to be one of the luckiest yet tragic thing ever.

He's confident, charming, intelligent and incredibly resourceful. He's rough around the edges but, he loves you with all his spark. You may not feel it, but he thinks very highly of you. If not for you, he wouldn't have the strength to rise up again after each failure.

Centuries of being Megatron's punching bad and constantly having to be on survival mode made him snappy and defensive.

His spark feels like its going to burst whenever you show your concern for his injuries, physical or emotional. Underneath his ego and show of self-importance, Starscream has never truly felt worthy of being loved. Despite that, you do. And it makes all the difference for him.

He always says if he ever became the leader of the Decepticons, you'd be his Second-In-Command. What a power couple <3

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purpleflower19072 · 2 months ago

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Twice ♡ This Is For Music Bank 250711

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purpleflower19072 · 2 months ago

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"leafpool's heart lies with thunderclan!" , "no, it does with crowfeather, and her kits!"

god (starclan) forbid a girl's heart wanting both

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purpleflower19072 · 2 months ago

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Starscream is done! I animated him as well

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purpleflower19072 · 2 months ago

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Tight Spaces & Tighter Confessions

Shadow the Hedgehog x reader

⚠️: tight space

Prompt: “This might be a bad time to mention it, but I really like your cologne.”

You had no idea how this had happened.

One second, you were walking through the old base with Shadow, casually exchanging dry sarcasm and mission updates. The next, the ancient, rusted floor gave out beneath your feet — and you fell straight into what felt like a maintenance shaft the size of a coffin.

And of course, because fate had a twisted sense of humor, Shadow had jumped in after you to save you. Noble. Heroic. And ultimately very, very inconvenient.

Now the two of you were jammed together, shoulder to shoulder — well, more like chest to chest and hip to hip — in the cramped vertical shaft. You were practically in Shadow’s lap, your legs tangled with his as you tried not to crush each other.

And the silence? Deafening.

“…Sooo,” you started, your voice sounding much too loud in the metal tomb surrounding you, “this is definitely not OSHA approved.”

Shadow didn’t answer. He merely exhaled through his nose, jaw clenched and crimson eyes focused somewhere above your head. Whether it was irritation, embarrassment, or quiet plotting to Chaos Blast his way out of this, you couldn’t tell.

You shifted a little, trying to find a less awkward position, and your knee accidentally grazed his thigh.

Shadow flinched. “Stop moving.”

“Right, sorry. Just—uh—trying not to die of cramp-related injuries.”

Another beat of silence. The space was so tight you could feel every rise and fall of his chest. The way his quills occasionally brushed against the wall — and sometimes your cheek — as he tried to angle his head. You could smell the faint, clean scent clinging to him. Like smoke and pine and—

Oh no.

You mentally cursed yourself for noticing. You were already in an impossibly close situation, and now your brain wanted to register how good he smelled?

“This might be a bad time to mention it,” you muttered, cheeks heating up, “but I really like your cologne.”

You didn’t even mean to say it. It just slipped out. Probably a side effect of the claustrophobia. Or the proximity. Or sheer panic.

Shadow blinked.

Then turned those intense red eyes directly on you.

Your stomach dropped. “Forget I said anything. Just—y’know. Ha. Trapped in a tiny box together, normal things to notice, right? No big deal. You smell like…soap and menace. That’s a compliment. Really.”

He didn’t respond for a moment. His expression was unreadable, but you swore something flickered in his eyes — not annoyance. Not amusement. Something else.

“You’re flustered,” he said simply.

You huffed, trying to lean back — and promptly hit the wall behind you, forehead-first. “Yeah, well, I don’t usually end up sitting in a guy’s lap while plummeting into a vent shaft. New experience for me.”

“You landed on top of me.”

“You jumped after me.”

“Because you’re reckless,” he snapped, his tone sharp but not unkind. “You don’t scan areas before entering. You walk too close to unstable floors. You trust too easily.”

“Wow, okay, great time for a personality critique, Shads.”

He didn’t deny the nickname this time. That was…new.

You risked looking up at him. His face was so close you could count the individual strands of red in his quills. “You know, for someone who’s allergic to people, you sure didn’t hesitate to follow me down here.”

“I didn’t want you getting hurt.”

There it was — simple, honest. No grand speech. No posturing.

You stared at him, the air suddenly heavier than before. Maybe it was the space, the pressure, or the fact that his voice had gone low and quiet in a way that made your heart stutter.

“Shadow…”

His eyes flicked to yours. “What?”

You hesitated. Then: “I really wasn’t kidding about the cologne. You smell like…campfire and rain and…I don’t know. The woods after a thunderstorm.”

His lips twitched. Just barely.

“That’s very specific.”

“Well, you’re very specific,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “Mysterious ultimate lifeform with a tragic backstory and an unexpectedly good taste in fragrance.”

That earned a soft exhale — not quite a laugh, but close enough that you felt like you’d won something.

“I don’t use cologne.”

You blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

He nodded, and your brain short-circuited a little. That meant he just naturally smelled like that?

You tried not to let your brain spiral again. Too late.

“Well, that’s just unfair,” you mumbled.

Shadow tilted his head slightly. “Unfair?”

“I’m trying to survive being crushed to death in a glorified closet, and I’m doing it while practically sitting in the lap of the most frustratingly attractive hedgehog in existence, who just so happens to smell like a forest deity. It’s distracting.”

He blinked. “You think I’m attractive?”

Your face went nuclear. “I—I mean, objectively. You’ve got the whole brooding antihero thing going on, and the voice, and the eyes, and the—look, can we just not do this in a four-foot shaft of death?”

He was quiet again. Then: “I think you’re attractive too.”

You stared.

“What.”

Shadow’s expression didn’t change. “I’ve thought that for a while.”

Your heart skipped about three beats. “Is this—are you hitting on me in a vent shaft?”

“I don’t ‘hit on’ people.”

“That’s debatable.”

“I’m simply stating the truth.”

You didn’t know where to look anymore. His face was too close, the space too small, your brain too fried. But somewhere beneath the panic was a slow, simmering heat — and not just from the cramped conditions.

“Well,” you said weakly, “this is the worst possible time and place for mutual attraction, so…perfect.”

Shadow didn’t seem nearly as perturbed. In fact, he looked almost…calm. Maybe even pleased. “There are worse ways to be stuck.”

“Name one.”

“Alone.”

Okay, that was smooth. And deeply unfair.

Before you could reply, there was a loud creaking above, and then a flash of blue and gold light — and the unmistakable sound of metal being torn open.

“Sonic to the rescue!” came a cheerful, muffled voice from above. “Man, you two really know how to find the weirdest places to hang out.”

You groaned, pressing a hand to your face. “Of course he found us.”

Shadow’s voice was dry. “Remind me to destroy that camera drone later.”

As the opening above widened, light poured into the shaft — revealing your position in excruciating detail. You, tangled on top of Shadow. Shadow, sitting like some unbothered dark prince, arms still casually resting around you like you belonged there.

Sonic peeked down and immediately burst out laughing. “Oh man. Oh man. Wait till Rouge hears about this.”

“Leave,” Shadow said flatly.

“Sure thing, lover boy.”

With some effort (and a lot of awkward maneuvering), Sonic helped pull you both out. You stumbled out of the shaft, brushing dust off your clothes and refusing to look at anyone for a full minute.

Shadow emerged behind you, completely composed, like he hadn’t just confessed in a metal coffin.

You turned to him, still flustered but slightly braver now. “So…once we’re not being publicly humiliated, maybe you could show me what else you smell like.”

His brow lifted, ever so slightly. “That’s a bold request.”

You grinned. “Bold is kind of my thing.”

He leaned in, just enough for you to hear him over your own heartbeat. “Then I look forward to it.”

And just like that, the mortifying ordeal of being trapped with your crush became the beginning of something far more interesting.

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purpleflower19072 · 2 months ago

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Sleeping head cannons

It took him a while to get used to sleeping with you he hadn’t shared a bed with anyone before

The first time the two of you slept together was a total accident, you were out stargazing

You fell asleep first you looked so peaceful he didn’t want to wake you up, he draped you in a spare blanket keeping watch over you before eventually drifting off himself

You woke up not long after noticing Shadow shivering slightly, you placed the blanket over the two of you before going back to sleep

Shadow describes that incident as the best sleep he’s ever gotten in his life

After that night Shadow looked for more situations to sleep with you hoping to repeat that night.

Shadow’s favorite way to sleep is directly on your chest so he can hear your heart beating it brings him comfort helping him sleep better

He will cuddle with you in every way he doesn’t mind being big spoon or little spoon it’s all the same to him as long as you’re close he’s happy

Shadow sleeps like a starfish all spread out if you’re not cuddling with him it was a struggle when you first started sharing a bed

Two words blanket. hog. He will absolutely take the sheets from you wrapping himself in them it forces you to get creative so more times than not you’re snuggling up to him just so you can get some blanket coverage sometimes you think he does it on purpose

Shadow suffers from really bad nightmares often waking up in the middle of the night in a panic

His nightmares become more frequent around the date of Maria’s death and her birthday

You always wake up with him whenever it happens always listening to him and reassuring him that he is safe where he is

He’s sometimes confused when he wakes up he’ll panic and try to fight anything that’s near usually taking out a lamp or knocking over a picture frame in the process

He’s only ever hit you once by accident it wasn’t too hard but he still apologizes for it all the time

Patience is key when dealing with his nightmares you have to give him time to collect his thoughts before he’ll tell you the problem

He used to get nightmares almost every night but with your help his nightmares start to slow down to one every few weeks or so

After a nightmare shadow is especially clingy towards you wrapping himself around you just to make sure you’re not going anywhere

Shadow only snores if he’s really tired if he’s been out on a long mission expect a loud night when he comes back

Even if you don’t fall asleep cuddling you usually wake up in shadow’s arms he’ll grab you in the middle of the night like a teddy bear

Shadow is an early riser and will stay with you until you wake up

He’ll play with your hair while you’re asleep enjoying how it feels between his fingers

If he gets impatient he’ll pepper kisses on your face until you wake up

Mornings are the gentlest you see him he’ll call you sunshine and demand you stay in his arms until he’s ready

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