How do you think Levi sleeps next to you? Stiff as a board? Curled up against your side because you’re so warm and he subconsciously moves towards the heat? Does he allow you to cuddle him? Does he wake from nightmares often? If he can’t sleep will he lay awake stroking your side to remind himself that you’re still with him. What about things like sleep talking or sleep walking? Imagine waking up to find Levi trying to brew tea in his sleep. Standing guard by the kettle in his striped pajama bottoms and loose cotton shirt. I wonder if he hums little lullabies to help himself get to sleep. Thoughts?
☰ SLEEP A WHILE, SWEETHEART. .ೃ࿐𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
this is so so sweet i love this ask!!
levi is a very light sleeper, so even the slightest movement from you would strike him awake at any time. however, it wasn't easy to convince him to sleep in the same bed as you even when the two of you began dating. he was very much adamant that he needed to stay up to finish several documents for erwin, but you maintained your persistence – and just like that, he gave in too quickly.
you noticed how dark his undereyes have gotten and you would gently scolded him for not listening to you sooner about sleeping early. he merely grumbled into your shoulder as you tugged him along and into the shared room in which you mostly slept in – he always ended up falling asleep in his chair until a few hours had passed, you figured his posture must be horrid at this point.
so, you assisted in removing his jacket and loosening a few buttons on his dress shirt. he slipped off his cravat, setting it on his nightstand and slipped under the silky duvet to join you. he laid inches away from you, not making any effort to move closer as he didn't want to seem abrupt.
but, it was when you took his hand into your own that made him avert his eyes onto your tired features and he could feel the tension leave his body – you were just so pretty. his face softened just for you and he couldnt help but ask, "what is it?"
you lightly groaned, half awake and half asleep, muttering the last few sentences that you could manage, "you're too farrr.. come closer, it's freezing you know?"
he chuckled, hesitant and somewhat clumsy at first, "are you sure?"
"of course, my love," you confirmed, rubbing your eyes and inching yourself closer and closer to the warmth of his body.
levi tensed the moment you made full contact with his chest, not even registering the fact that this was really happening. the person he's wanted for all these years was sleeping soundly right by his side because you felt safe enough to do so. he couldn't fathom it, it almost didn't feel real.
though, when he finally moved his arms away from his sides and gently wrapped them around your limp form, it confirmed that this was real and that perhaps he could actually get a good night's rest because of you.
he looked down and upon hearing the quiet breaths that went in and out of your nose, he's never felt more at ease than he is now. he felt the corners of his lips perk up into a small smile that was only ever reserved for you, but since your eyes were closed to notice, he kept it to himself.
from then on, he cherished the nights more than he used to. he'd always been terrified of waking up from another nightmare, but with you by his side, everything seemed a little more okay. he didn't have them as frequently and instead, were replaced by dreams of where you existed in them. your warm smile that had him sinking into the ends of the earth or your tender embraces that had him cling onto the stars.
he got more than just 3 hours of sleep, eventually getting to the point where he could sleep peacefully through the night. he was truly indebted for all that you do, even if you don't realize it.
if there are some nights when he can't fall asleep for any reason, he'll just stay awake, making sure you're at least getting the rest you deserve. it's very grounding for him and it does give him the reminder that you're not going anywhere, you're still alive and well.
he'll word vomit sometimes too – conscious or not. what i mean, is that i can see him sleep talking, but only when he's having a nightmare. when he's awake and can't sleep, he'll just mutter sweet nothings into your ear about how much he loves you, it's very gentle.
"i love you. more than anything in the world, my love."
"my sweet girl. look so pretty like this.."
"for as long as i live, i'm gonna make sure nothing happens to you. i swear it."
and the concept you brought up that if he sings lullabies to help him sleep??! ugh that is just perfect, he most certainly does.
it's mainly songs that his mother used to sing back when he couldn't sleep as a child and it always seemed to work wonders for him every time. it must've been the smooth and calming tone of his mother's voice that put him to rest so easily or maybe it was the comfort it brought him to know that it wasn't all bad – that there was good in the world for him, big or small.
he'd do the same for you, if ever you can't sleep, he'll hum a little tune while you're curled up in his arms – it's a messy collection of different pitches, but nonetheless, the low rumble in his chest and soft ministrations of his hands rubbing your back is enough for you to close your eyes.
as soon as he knows your asleep, he'll kiss your forehead followed by an audible whisper that you're able to make out with the remaining bit of consciousness you had left,
"goodnight sweetheart. see you in the morning."
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I just wake up, and my mind come with and idea.
What if Steve had the amount of cats i have? Eleven of them. And, the cats help his crave for touch. Every night, since he can remember, he left his room, and goes to her mother’s one (His mom and dad “sleep” in different rooms.), an how her mother isn’t there (both parents left again) he sleep there, with all the cats around him.
The biggest one, a siamés, is sleeping on the pillow above steve head. Two in his chest, A black cat is just a common one, the other an “american” one. Another cat is sleeping across him, shoulder to shoulder, is black and white and he stretched until he can touch with the tip of his tail Steve right shoulder and with his paws his left. Two more are between steve legs, he makes a strange of “O” shape with them and in there two cats sleep. Against his right thighs, he have the second biggest cat, who is in a croissant shape and is always in watched of any move outside the room. Cuddling with another siamés in his right arm, Steve protect the small female there. On his left, he cuddle with two more cats, that they snuggle between both, stripes and orange fused, you can’t say where cat start and where the other ends. The last cat is on his feet, the older of all of them, sleeping in a loaf shape and watch for all of them.
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A little representation of the position of the cats and his colors/races.
The Brown and Blue one are both Siameses. The first one is the bigger of all cats, the second, is female and the smaller of all. Bicho & Candy.
The three shade of Yellow, are the typical “American Cat”, the ones who have the “M” in the forehead. In order of position, from lighter to darker yellow: Gato Chico, Llorona and Allura.
The one in the shoulders, is black and white, the “stretchy” and “elastic one”. Felipe.
The purple one, is the minor of them all, a black cat with big green eyes, Tanjiro.
The red one is an orange cat, don’t treat yourself, is the sweetest cat of all of them. A little gentleman. Thor.
The pinky one, the light pink, is the older of the cats, a black kind of gray old cat, with yellow eyes, Violeta.
The green one, is a persa, a black fluffy and beautiful persa cat, with a yellowish and green eyes. Mota
And the last pink, the darker in the thigh’s, is a gray cat, the mean one, who hates everyone except Steve. Lady.
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"I know that face." Her voice is low, raspy from sleep, but still playful. He floats above her, caught in the act. Morning sunlight slits through the cracks in the blinds he's trying to close. Whatever doesn't fall on his skin lands like patchwork on the blanket she's curled up in, her tired eyes meeting his. "What are you worrying about now, hmn?"
"Ah, désolé, did I look worried just then?" Despite his self-assured tone, his expression betrays his sheepishness, as he ducks down to press a kiss to her forehead, "I only wanted to close the blinds so the sun wouldn't wake you before your alarm. I guess, uh, I woke you before your alarm, instead...?"
She's been so tired lately, is what he doesn't say, so busy and drained of energy. He wants her to be able to rest fully, as much as she needed, in the way where he'd threaten a solar eclipse if the sun dared disturb her on her first day off in so long.
"Taylor, you're so dear to me. Thank you." She says, simply, sincerely. Her smile is warmer than sunrays, "It's okay, you don't have to. Sun's good for me, in the winter."
"Ah. Okay, okay." So he leaves the blinds, slightly ajar. No solar eclipse then, if his love prefers the light. The dark of the room is warmly hued, tinged with mellowed gold. He hovers awkwardly, wings slowly flapping to keep him uncertainly afloat.
Wordlessly, she raises a wing and an arm towards him, an invitation, a request. Slowly, carefully, he lowers himself beside her. With much less care, she unceremoniously tosses the blanket over him so they're sharing, and he grins, ducking his chin beneath the covers.
He lets a wing drape over her, covering his charge, his human, his partner. In turn, she intertwines a hand with him and closes her eyes. Safe, content, trusting.
"I love you." She says, squeezing his hand gently.
"I love you." He returns, and they doze until the alarm wakes them properly.
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