#hypervigilant sleeper

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Streetlamps & Stories

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: You have a nightmare; Simon is there to comfort you.

A/N: Ngl this is completely self-indulgent and written in about five minutes. Not long either. No warnings, just some good ol' fluff!

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His hands stay at your back, keeping you to his chest as you take deep breaths, shaking a bit. Simon’s shoulders are to the headboard of the bed, slumping against it with no care about how it would begin aching with the length of his endeavor. If that was all that had to come out of this, then he welcomed that ache; that burn of muscle. The man stares at the top of your head and finds your situation far more pressing. 

Throat humming, Simon speaks softly in that graveled tone of his—you feel it reverberate in your bones long after he stops speaking. 

“Breathe,” his fingers drag along your spine, moving in a delicate pattern as he listens to you pause and fill your lungs with a deep breath, feeling your pulse through your skin. Not once does he keep his hands off of you—giving you a place to ground yourself; a way to focus on him, his touch. To see you draw comfort from it was better than any gift he could ever receive. 

“Good girl,” Simon mutters, dark eyes half-closed as he makes sure you’re not going to delve into a panic. His thumb runs each knob of your bone.

It was still night out—deep night. A kind of night that had everyone inside, even the less-than-savory folks; a small pattering of rain to the window was only the beginning, mist shrouding the streets and the sidewalks. The streetlights, the only source of illumination, created shadows along the ruffled sheets, where minutes earlier feet had kicked in a panicked stupor. 

Above all, Simon was a light sleeper.

You could whisper his name at any moment when his eyes were closed, and they’d snap back with a sharp utterance of a question. Tap him briefly on the shoulder or grab his arm? The man was already moving to reach for you, eyes roving the room. Was it healthy? Perhaps not, but it was the state Simon would be in until his death. A kind of hypervigilance that only grew when you were beside him in the very place he slept. 

While your form just as easily put him to bed, your fingers running through his hair creating a spell of their own, it was far from difficult to say you were an enabler of his habit. 

Simon just didn’t want you anywhere near danger, and when he was vulnerable, even his inner conscious knew to look for you. But unlike his nightly terrors, something different had happened tonight. 

Your soft voice hadn’t woken him, telling him to stop holding you so tightly and to let you stumble off to the bathroom—neither had your heavenly touch. 

Your whimpers had.

It was the most scared that Simon could remember being, as his body flinched awake; already alert and reaching in the dark. He’d heard the tiny mutters; the shuddering breaths as if trying to breathe properly. At first, his mind had gone to the worst things—an intruder, an unseen threat coming to get payback. But no, after jerking up and placing a hand to your side, curling over you as he scanned the room with blinking eyes…there was nothing. Nothing in the darkness, nothing to be spied on or seen hiding in the corners waiting to strike. Just cricket chirps and the settling of the house. The small patter of rain.

The man had been confused, admittingly, until you started shaking under the covers, and your sounds of distress got louder. 

Simon’s eyes had locked on your face, watching, and he’d understood in a millisecond.

Nightmare.

Hand setting itself to your shoulder, he had shaken you awake until your started eyes could lock with his—blinking quickly and lungs heaving. They were wide and unfocused, darting back and forth. 

Without a word, the man had taken you into his arms, shifting, until he could drag your body to his chest and hold you there in the relative blackness of night. Back to the headboard.

He’d not stopped watching you, even now.

“Sorry,” you stuttered out, voice hoarse. Your nose sniffles a bit, fingers still quivering.

“Don’t be,” Simon mutters, his cheek moving to rest on the top of your head. Around you, his arms tighten, a grunt stuck in his chest. “Not your fault.”

You take more deep breaths, trying to push back that sting in the very base of your eyes. A hand comes up, fingers capturing the underside of your chin to tilt it upward. It was like he knew what would come after, even if the times you’d seen him cry after his own nightmares were able to be counted on your fingers. He’d always said he’d had the same ones over and over again, and while they still scared him, they weren’t worth his tears anymore.

But that didn’t apply to you.

Brown eyes stay locked with yours, slowly shifting around the build of your face as the minutes move on. He blinks slowly, those lashes of his caressing his scarred cheeks.

You only let the tears dribble out when his lips carefully press themselves into your forehead. 

A thin sob hitches your chest, a tiny fight with your conscious, but Simon’s lips don’t move, and his hand travels to grasp the back of your head, thumb running back and forth across your scalp. 

He hums in the back of his throat, saying into your skin, “It’s alright. I’m ‘ere.” 

Your arms snake out, wrapping his waist and curling into him like an animal, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin and how his scars live under your touch. To hear his constant heartbeat, and to soak in the warmth of his flesh from an interrupted sleep. 

Simon’s soft voice grumbles out after a moment of your muffled sob. The sound made his heart clench in on itself. He was supposed to be the one with the nightmares, not you. “You want to talk about it, Love?”

Immediately, your head shakes, pushing deeper into his neck, pushing out a quick refusal. 

“Just hold me,” you whisper, tears wetting Simon’s skin, dripping down his chest. He doesn’t even think about commenting on it. 

He nods firmly, as if given an important order of the direst need, his head moving up and his arms pulling you ever closer, sheets around his legs. Grunting, he shifts you, an arm going under your knees and the other curling your shoulders. Simon won’t say he isn’t concerned, because he is. You’d always do that to him, especially when you’re crying.

He hates it when you cry.

You having a nightmare was rare, especially one that resulted in waking up to tears. Yet, he’d hold you just as you held him through his, knowing it worked when you whispered things into his ears until that was all he could focus on. Your touch, your…goodness. He didn't have the correct words that he felt truly expressed how much he wanted you to calm down, so Simon tried another route.

Your route.

“I tell you about my time in Finland?”

Stories.

Your thin voice moves out, lips at his pulse, as the long streaks of the streetlamps outside make dancing shadows over your bodies. 

“Yes.” A pause and Simon’s eyes stare at nothing as he hears you speak—feels the tight hold of your arms. “But tell me again.”

So, he does. 

He doesn’t tell you, of course, but if you asked, he’d talk until his tongue went black.

[bullet-prooflove]

Back To The Wall: EZ Reyes x Reader

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Ever since prison EZ has always slept with his back against the wall. It isn’t a conscious decision, there’s a part of him that wishes he could be normal, that he could feel safe falling asleep in another position, but his experiences have made him hypervigilant. He knows what happens if you show a flash of vulnerability and he refuses to let it happen to him.

It bleeds into his nights with you. When he’s in your bed, he tosses and turns trying to find a position that he feels comfortable enough to sleep in. There isn’t one, he feels the huge expanse of space like a chasm behind him, the edge of the bed falling away like a cliff face, one wrong move and it’s over.

It isn’t until that night up on the water tower that you realise what the problem is. Up until now you’ve thought that he was a restless sleeper, but after his revelation you understand that this feeling is something so deeply ingrained into EZ’s psyche that he can’t control it, no matter how much he wants to.

It doesn’t take long to make a change. A little bit of manoeuvring, repurposing the second nightstand as an end table in the living room, switching things up a little in the bedroom. You like the overall effect; it feels a little more spacious.

The next time EZ enters the room, he’s surprised to find that the room looks completely different. The bed’s been pushed back against the wall and the furniture rearranged around it. It touches something deep inside of him because it feels like he’s become a priority in your life, that he actually matters. He finds it hard to articulate his needs and when he does, he expects you to be reproachful, but you aren’t, you never are. Something like this, it means the world to him, despite the fact that for you it’s only a little thing. Prison changed him more than he’d like to admit but you’re always there, helping him navigate the hurdles when he needs it.

That night EZ curls up with you, his back pressed to the wall and the comforter, a soft barrier between himself and the hard surface. It’s his own way of taking control of his reality, it’s a small gesture but it’s still a start. He buries his face into the curve of your throat, his arms wrapped around your body, your back pressed against his chest, his knees tucked under yours. He can feel every single one of your breaths in this position and he finds the rhythm soothing.

For the first time in a long time EZ falls asleep feeling safe and knowing that he’s loved.

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[strangerqueerthings]

Small sleepy headcanons.

Billy:

If he doesn't feel safe enough, he sleeps on his side, facing the door. He wears a shirt, briefs, and socks, with his boots at the ready on the floor by the bed. He sleeps silently, and very lightly- his limbs tremble, as if he's got a current running through him- he's hypervigilant, even in his sleep- and he wakes at the drop of a pin.

When he feels safe enough, sleeps in the nude, or briefs, if he MUST. He sprawls on his stomach, arms under the pillow, with one leg cocked to the side and bent at the knee. He drools in his sleep, mumbles a little, but otherwise is a quiet, rather still sleeper, and sleeps like a rock.

Eddie:

He falls asleep however he manages to get himself before crashing, because he has two modes: hyperfixation hours until he passes out; or sleeping randomly when his brain is under stimulated, or his body has had Enough. Sometimes he has the wherewithal to strip to a tank top and boxers, other times, he falls asleep on his bed or the couch, fully clothed.

When he does sleep on the bed, he's a roisterer chicken- he turns from side to back, to side, to stomach and back again. Sometimes he even rotates, waking up diagonally across the bed with his head at the foot and feet at the head. He talks in his sleep- animatedly, and will respond to any conversation held with him. He sleeps like the dead.

Billy and Eddie:

When Billy starts sleeping over, Eddie starts maintaining better sleep hygiene. He makes sure Billy is comfortable, and in return, Billy helps Eddie get a better sleep schedule.

Billy sleeps better because Eddie makes him feel safe- Eddie sleeps between him and the door, shielding him from view, and putting a wall to his back. This helps Billy sleep well- and become far more cuddly in his sleep.

With Billy's weight against him- like when Billy uses Eddie's chest as a pillow, presses against his back, or drapes his heavy arm over Eddie's waist- Eddie's restlessness is reduced, the anxious movement of his limbs tapers down, and he is able to sleep still, comfortable in a single position.

Billy's desire for safety and affection turns out to be the answer to Eddie's need for grounding, and the both of them sleep better together than they do apart.

[tiddiesoutwhenthetisout]

i read a fic once about achilles being the early-riser in the relationship.

idk about you but i think not lmao. i mean, i see the vision. it's cute, but my brain insists he sleeps 16 hours a day plus 3 naps (yes, like a cat, yes) and then gets zoomies at 2am (moreso in modern maybe bc it can be hard to fuck up your sleep schedule in ancient times)

since i can't resist yapping, here's some

sleep headcanons!

sleep is a really important thing to me obviously.

patroclus: sleeps last but wakes up first. light sleeper because he grew up hypervigilant when referencing tsoa specifically. otherwise, i think he's sort of a heavy sleeper (bc tired) who would wake up when roused by achilles in the middle of the night, would give brief gestures like chuckle or pat his head before going back to sleep but he doesn't remember any of it in the morning.

has a harder time going back to sleep, but he's normal about it. just gets up and does something. can get grumpy at unwanted interruptions but only when he's absolutely sick and tired of being alive (modern hc: a doctor or something so since sleep is hard to come by, he has rough days). sleeps mostly on his back, may start snoring so achilles has to slap him (gently) awake.

when entirely modern, i think he adhered to a routine when he lived with menoetius. so he's kinda used to that too, waking up before the sun is completely up. don't know what to give him as a traumatic experience (like pushing a boy to his death) since obv we can't have that here and i'm kinda bad at hcs, so... let's just say he used to have nightmares about it when he was younger, but not anymore.

big spoon status wearer

achilles: sleeps first, wakes up last. isn't really sleeping deeply sometimes, he just has his eyes closed and his surroundings blurring in and out through sense of hearing. sometimes he also stays in bed in the morning because he knows patroclus likes to stare at him like that, and he enjoys that 100% focused attention before the other decides it's time to do some work. light sleeper, though. glowing green eyes shooting open in the middle of the night and when patroclus is still awake he sometimes gets a scare.

sometimes the greeks would hear shuffling outside their tents and it's just achilles scrabbling around instead of sleeping. sometimes humming. has definitely given one or a few soldiers a heart attack at some point. happened more often when he stopped fighting bc he had all the day to sleep.

can get really irritable when he's sleepy. can also get really irritable when a person he fucking hates (aggy?) yells or makes any noise and he wakes up with a start. ("who the fuck was dropping spears at dawn?!" "agamemnon" "oh if it wasn't him i would have been fine") day ruined, patroclus has to calm him down because his soldiers are quaking in their sandals.

modern: will sleep with a plushie or not at all. anything to hug. patroclus or something.

i intended to end this here but now i have to ramble so read on if you're interested 👍 will have less lighthearted topics.

still modern, sometimes he wakes up because he doesn't want to be on his own defenseless and vulnerable (applies to tsoa because of how he had pyrrhus with deidameia. basically grape. he also said it was dark, so it's not too far off the mark when i assume she went into his room at night and suddenly went at it. his attitude when asked was also giving dissociation, especially after i read this fic on Ao3, bless the author wherever they may be now, that his stay in skyros really impacted him a lot).

or because suddenly the other side of the bed feels cold. he turns around to grasp at his lover's clothes or skin depending on whether or not he slept shirtless, and his hands snatch air. he's expressed his mini heart attacks when this happens, which patroclus acknowledges, but achilles knows he has things to do.

so one day on a particularly rough patch for achilles, he wakes up, finds patroclus gone, and starts to cry until the latter hears this and drops what he's doing in a panic to come see what's wrong.

achilles doesn't speak at first. just clings on to patroclus like he's scared of losing him. and he admits that later on when he's calm enough. that sometimes it just really scares him patroclus has been taken away from him. he doesn't want to say "dead", but it's stuck at the back of his throat and he swallows it down. he does not know where this comes from, but there is a hollow ache in his chest whenever it comes to haunt him.

or, achilles says, is scared of the illogical prospect that he himself has been taken away by god-knows-who or what. scared of waking up among strangers who do not have the best of intentions (again i believe it to have something to do with smth like deidameia incident-- thetis has either a role or is not involved but she has passing remarks that made achilles too shameful to say anything to anyone until patroclus).

but the constant is patroclus being gone.

and patroclus just doesn't know what to say, because he wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes from weird feelings of deep-seated fear, checking with every single one of his senses if achilles is still beside him. he can only calm down when he has checked once, twice, thrice. and he moves to hug him as if it isn't an option to not do so. he is careful not to hug him too tight, as he has done that at one point and it was not a nice awakening for achilles. but he just wants to hold on to him as tight as possible so he does not suddenly vanish.

i guess you could say it is in patroclus' favor that he sleeps last (to see if achilles is still there), and wakes up first (to see, also, if achilles is still there).

but he doesn't say this. instead hugs achilles tighter now for he is awake, and they decide to take that morning very, very slowly.

brainrot so bad it probably wasn't a very pretty read (vocab bad, arrangement bad-) but i had to finish it 😫

[funneylizzie]

okay i totally support the idea of casey having a jacked up sleep schedule bc apocalypse and hypervigilance, that is totally logical and reasonable, BUT have you considered how funny it would be if casey's sleep schedule is A Mess bc it was something else he picked up from idolized future!leo? like this little kid very seriously informing his mom that sensei only sleeps 10 hours a WEEK and is the greatest ninja who ever lived, so he (casey) definitely doesn't need a nap bc he wants to be just like his (dad) sensei. casey sr informing leo that every day her kid doesn't sleep is another day less leo gets to live, lmao.

or, just to be an angst gremlin, on the flip side, you have little kid casey training himself to wake up anytime someone comes by his room bc he's too little to go on missions and he hates how often sensei leonardo is gone, so he trains himself to be a light sleeper so he can wake up as soon as leo's back to make the most of their time together before leo heads out on another mission. meanwhile, all the adults are trying to get casey to sleep bc he's the only one who has a chance of sleeping w/out nightmares and that's something to protect; watching their kid sleep is as close as the rest of them get to a peaceful night's sleep sometimes.

Anon. Your brain. I like your brain

[iravaid]

💤 🩹💯🎮🖊️ - for (alleged) babygirl Lee 🥰

LEE KINSEY MY BALDING PRINCESS!!!! Amazing excellent. He is in fact a babygirl, a sopping wet sad, incidentally hyperviolent, one 🥰

(this ask meme, for context)

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

Leander Kinsey has not had a full night's sleep in years and he is a very light sleeper. Watch out! Local man plagued by nightmares of a wolf eating his face sleeps with a knife under his pillow!

🩹 ADHESIVE BANDAGE — does your oc have any physical and/or mental disabilities?

He has chronic migraines babey!! They can make him physically ill every now and again and that motherfucker Still has to go to work because it's 1920-whatever!!

Lee's also got a lot of issues surrounding the violent life he was brought up in, and in turn got immersed in when he left Virginia. It can manifest in hypervigilance and aggression, but Lee also has dogshit self esteem and no sense of self, and that in turn stunts his emotional development.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Nice tits. and rack, love it. Shout out to Gen who wants Lee to squeeze into an anachronistic pair of jorts 🫡

Lee learned about the Origin of the Species from an ecologist he was hired to transport from the National Academy of Sciences in DC, to the Sonora in order to study gila monsters. The ecologist was worried rival academics would try to steal his work, and so hired what he believed to be the scariest guy in the bar to keep him safe. Odd little adventure for Lee, and he's long forgotten the name of the ecologist (who has certainly not forgotten about Lee)(don't worry about that), but at least Lee found out more about hogs.

Lee's full first name, Leander, is inspired by the poisonous plant oleander. His mother's name was Isabella, like belladonna. His brother was named Syracuse and his father Abraham, biblical names. The family was always meant to be divided down these lines. There's a relatively large age gap between Lee and his older brother, due to issues with conception and fertility. When Lee was born, he was a small and quiet baby, which was offputting to his parents, and people believed he wouldn't make it past adolescence. Abraham had no interest in Lee, as Syracuse was an early bloomer and grew to be tall and broad, therefore proving useful.

Isabella resents getting the 'scraps' (Lee) very deeply, and Lee has a vivid memory of his mother standing over him as a child, when she thought Lee was asleep. Lee doesn't know whether or not she was debating smothering him, and he never found out, either.

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

He likes. uh. hold on let me check the file. So, he likes staring at the wall of his shitty,, musty shack at 2am when he's too exhausted to think and there is a moment of blessed silence. He might pick up whittling one day, but he doesn't think he's all that coordinated enough to make anything of value.

Lee doesn't think he's much of a person right now, so he doesn't have the mental and physical energy to dedicate time towards hobbies, BUT, if things go well and he gets the space to heal and grow and such, I can see Lee slowly learning how to play the fiddle.

In another life, I can also see Lee keeping pigeons. They're sweet little things and they don't ask for much in exchange for a little softness. I'm also very charmed by the thought of a man with hands like his own holding a small bird that trusts him implicitly, unaware Lee is scared of crushing it.

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

He doesn't but I wish he did 😔 They're not mister Kinsey's style, but I did play with the thought of him having a chest tattoo of a snake or eagle, in the style that was popular back in the day.

Thank you for the ask!! Buzzing to talk about ocs... tha beasts...

[actualbird]

quick question: who is the big spoon in the marius luke relationship? 👀 (also just want to say it’s such a huge joy to see new posts from you I really LOVE what you have to say about tot especially mariluke and peanut!!)

waahh, im super glad u enjoy my tot stuff! im happy to be posting new things again too ;w; life is quite busy and a Lot lately but talking about these characters helps brighten my day <3

anyhoo, onto ur question!

i think marius is big spoon 70% of the time

marius strikes me as a very clingy sleeper, once hes comfortable with whoever hes sleeping with. and once luke is esconced in his embrace, there is No Escaping. marius is tall, so his limbs are Long. he will lovingly ensnare luke most of the time theyre sleeping in the same bed together

this kinda tendency for marius is a callback to how, under all the professionalism and/or the playful snark, deep down theres just this immense want for genuine affection that wants to break through.

marius' clinginess in his sleep strikes luke as a tad childish, but not in an insulting way. like....when luke wakes up and marius is hugging him so close, luke looks at him and sees marius' youth shine through in the earnestness. and having the oppurtunity and privilege to see marius like this makes luke feel honored, because it's marius letting him see a part of him that nobody else gets to see

luke usually wakes up a good half hour earlier than marius on a usual day, but when theyre sleeping in the same bed together, luke isnt in a rush to get up at all. because even if he did, the moment luke would try to pull away, marius would make a soft sleepy noise of disapproval. luke can read between the lines. dont go, marius is saying, however intentional or not.

so luke doesnt go. he stays and enjoys the warmth of marius' spooning, and also takes pleasure in feeling immensely cherished because

marius is has a lot of power a lot of money a lot of influence etc etc; he could have anything in the world. but in this moment, in his sleep, honesty shines through. the thing he wants to have and keep the most is luke

but....

i think luke also gets his turn as big spoon the rest of the 30% of the time

if marius is a clingy sleeper, i think luke is a Very Light Sleeper. side effect of the NSB days and the probable PTSD and also the having to handle random nerve pain episodes. luke is always braced for something to go wrong, even in his sleep. this is also why marius is big spoon most of the time, because it helps luke feel safe.

but there are days that even luke—who seems to be full of endless energy, alertness, and capability—gets tired. too tired for that restless hypervigilance to set in, too tired to do anything but just want to conk out immediately.

being held by marius is lovely and calming and peaceful, but there are days when luke is tired that the best way for his energy to slowly creep back up is to be the one holding marius instead.

marius doesnt mind, and hes more than happy to help luke recharge. plus, when luke is the one spooning him, because of their height difference, luke kinda just hooks his chin over marius' shoulder or nuzzles at his nape. it's adorable to marius

and marius just very much likes being the one that can both make luke feel safe and make luke feel the weight of exhaustion just a little bit less

thank you for the ask :D

[dove-tears]

Random eepy isaac hc: his sleep patterns are wacky af (but that's mostly due to trauma), he ranges from being an insomniac and hypersomniac. Like some nights he's the hypervigilant light sleeper awake throughout the night type and other nights (and even sometimes during the day) he'll conk tf out to ferret levels of dead sleep, good luck tryna wake that boy up.

[firapolemos05]

Another random headcanon by Fira

Gajeel can fall asleep anywhere.

At the guild bar? All the time. On a rock? Doesn't bother him. Up in a tree or the rafters? It's the cats-like-high-places instinct. On the train? His go-to way of dealing with motion sickness. Standing up? The guild has no fucking idea how he does it.

Strangely enough, he's a rather light sleeper. Dragon hearing and hypervigilance will do that to you.

[amiharana]

more revalink hcs from this post part 4

previous revalink hcs here: x x x

full disclosure i rearranged and took out some of the questions around because a handful of them were related to cooking/eating and it's like. what else can i say other than link is disaster gay who can cook and revali is disaster gay who can drive

who’s the first to wake up in the morning

if you've read the sleepy link x coddler revali fic, you know what's up but here's a quick recap:

at first it was link because of his insomnia, hypervigilance, or his nightmares, and it would end up waking revali up too, because revali is a light sleeper

but gradually, link relearns how to sleep in again, comforted by the warmth and steadiness of revali's embrace, and now revali is the one who wakes up first by default and he stays in bed with link cuddled up on his chest, admiring how soft and peaceful his beloved songbird is <3

who’s the one to make breakfast:

revali is the type of person who doesn't eat breakfast because he can't stomach food that early in the morning (i'm projecting again) and him and link wake up pretty early as per the previous concept

but link always makes him eat a little bit because he's a firm believer that breakfast is the most important meal of the day!

(in the future, link is the type to cook a big meal for every mealtime to sit down and eat with revali and their babies, because food is his love language 🥹)

who orders lunch

if link isn't around to make his food, it's revali

bitch would be living on that hellofresh shit if it weren't for link making their food all the time

could you imagine youtuber!revali doing a hellofresh sponsor

"yes, well, i suppose i should offer the proper gratitude for the sponsor of today's video, hellofresh. without my boyfriend or you, i might have starved to death and left the world one less god for its mortals to walk with."

who steals food from the other’s plate without asking

link LMFAO he's just a hungry little guy

"link, you have your own plate with twice the amount of servings on it."

"i cooked the food, i can eat whatever i want even if it's on your plate!"

revali is so soft for him though, he'll let link eat as much as he wants

revalink but they're the yoonkook moment where yoongi says watching jungkook eat makes him feel full

who cleans up the kitchen afterwards

revali cleans because he feels bad that he is a disaster in the kitchen and cannot help whatsoever during the actual creation of the meals; he is not allowed near the cooking pot 👍

will straight up snatch the plates from link's hands and insists on cleaning and link will smile at him fondly as revali aggressively scrubs the dishes

who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy

link for sure because he eats so fast and so much

revali will roll his eyes but continue eating as link snuggles into his lap for a quick food-induced power nap because revali will still make him get up to go take a shower and get ready for bed properly

who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work

LINK LMFAO WHO ELSE

he's already straddling revali's lap before revali can even register what link just said and then— oop. revali is going to be 30 minutes late to work now

who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day

neither of them would actually because they both have really strong self-discipline

they only suggest ditching when they notice the other being really tired or burnt out, and then suddenly link is at the receptionist's desk at revali's workplace demanding they let revali go home early like he's a parent pulling their kid out of class for an appointment

who chooses the movies

revali hands down

he's the type of guy who took theatre, film history, movie analysis, and all those kinds of classes as general eds in college

he has a letterboxd account where he frequently updates his list of watched movies and heavily critical reviews. he's amassed a small cult following there because of how out of pocket-ly mean his reviews are 😭 to the point where people start using his reviews as memes KDJFHKDJHF

link is one of the people who use it as a meme and is the one that tells revali that he's a internet microcelebrity now. revali facepalms (but secretly his ego has been stroked)

who initiates kissing during the movie, thus distracting the other from the movie all together

both of them HAHA

it's mostly link, but if link chose the movie and revali's not into it, he'll start slowly making moves on link KJDHFKJD

"come on link, is the movie really more interesting than me~?"

"shh revali, singing killed his grandma 🥺🥺🥺🥺" KJDHFKDHFKDJHFKDJ

who distracts the other from trying to work at home

mostly link because he gets pretty needy

revali does it more often than you would expect though, they're almost equally very needy and clingy to each other

link just keeps barging into revali's office to the point where revali has to lock the door

then link is just sliding down to the floor against the door screaming the lyrics to Gotta go my own way from High school musical until revali unlocks the door again and begrudgingly lets link sit on his lap while he works

if it's revali, he will straight up just pick link up from his work even if link complains, carries link to their room to flop link on the bed, lie down on top of him, and then cuddle ❤️

who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old

it's absolutely link

if revali says no, link books it after the ice cream truck with revali yelling and running after him

revali pays for link's fucked up spongebob popsicle though 🥺 and link makes him get a fucked up patrick popsicle to match

revali also the type to be like "we have ice cream at home" only for link to respond with "nuh uh i ate it all"

revali: what? we had like 2 huge buckets of ice cream in the freezer. what do you mean you ate it all

link: 🥺

who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream

revali. link made him take like 30 pics and post at least one on his instagram story

(revali keeps the other 29 pictures of link though in his folder of cute link pics to look at later)

who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face

you're not gonna believe this but it's revali

it slipped out he didn't actually mean to say it out loud

but link stares at him with wide eyes and mouth agape, then suddenly downs the rest of his ice cream, and then starts dragging revali home so he can jump him in the bedroom

link is just 😭 a horny little creature idk how revali keeps up with him

who stays up until 2 reading

it's revali, you know damn well he got those reading glasses and one of those lamps you clip onto the back of the book

he tried leaving the whole room light on at first but link was like i sleep in here too dickhead Close the damn light

the book-clip lamp was actually a gift from link because he did Not want revali to be contributing even more to their electricity bill

link has tried to join in but he's such a sleepy little guy he falls asleep with the book on his face and he felt bad (revali didn't really care but link was nearly gonna cry from being so guilty)

so instead, revali will read some of his own book aloud to link to make him feel involved until link falls asleep to his voice and also clinging to revali's side

who stares at their partner while their sleeping

revali of course but he doesn't do it in the creepy twilight edward way

when revali notices that link has fallen asleep to his reading, he'll put his bookmark in and set the book on the table to comb his fingers through link's hair

he just stares fondly at link, wondering how he was blessed to have a gift of a person like link because revali thinks of himself as a difficult person to love. how does link put up with him? why did link choose to stay with him? i guess he'll never know

(that's a lie; revali voiced these insecurities to him once and link got so mad he yelled at revali about how much he loved him and why, then locked himself in the office for the rest of the night only for revali to wake up the next morning to an entire powerpoint presentation from link on why revali is the most lovable person in the world)

who kisses their partner while they sleep

also revali but not in the creepy sleeping beauty way

revali is a big fan of forehead kisses especially because he's taller than link so he often likes to pull link closer and kiss his forehead before they leave for work or something

and he does the same as he's gazing upon link's sleeping face, wondering how he was blessed to have such an angel of a human being for a lover

revali will cup link's face with one hand and start with one kiss on link's forehead, a second one on his nose, and the last one being a very soft, chaste kiss on his lips 🤍 he's just so soft for link y'all 😭🥹

one time link woke up during the second kiss but didn't open his eyes until revali kissed him on the mouth, and then immediately pushed revali onto the bed to kiss him back harder. like i said 😭 horny little creacher

[reitziluz]

I don't have any handy skeletons but I do have my floof cat lounging dramatically after dinner. And hmmm random headcanon query!! How do your favorite characters sleep?

lounging floof! decadence!

hmm, let's see if i'll be able to remember who my faves even are...

i guess reigen could be a surprisingly heavy sleeper, once he actually manages to put himself to bed. serizawa i could see being prone to sleeping too much, or alternating between anxiety all-nighters and and sleeping through the day. he's surely working on it, though.

i enjoy the fanon that papyrus Does Not Sleep. that he needs less sleep and also has an interesting sleep schedule.

i have other faves, but i don't think i've especially thought about their sleep before, and nothing came to me now either. but luckily my ocs are also my favorite characters! putting them under the readmore so i can go ham hehe

kimon sleeps very lightly, wakes up a lot during the night, and p much always wakes up earlier than he'd want. part of it is his hypervigilance. another part is his whole physiological situation re: having animated himself and technically being undead. his power nap game is unreal tho, and he has fallen asleep standing up with his eyes open more than once.

vaal can go without sleep way longer than humans can, but e purposefully sleeps every night. e curls up in the middle of so many pillows and blankets and hot water bottles. sleeping for a long time leaves em kinda cold and stiff, and then it takes a while for em to warm up and wake up.

arin has a really regular sleep schedule despite the whole chaotic inventor thing. they get cranky if they can't do their whole sleepy time routine. a big part of it is about just. dealing with their prosthetics and other supportive magic shit. can't sleep comfortably with them on and running. sleeps on their back, sleep mask on.

sam can fall asleep anywhere, and often crashes right to bed when she finally gets home. she sleeps pretty well, but often doesn't have time to sleep quite enough. doesn't dream, or at least couldn't tell you a single time she did. prefers to sleep naked.

tess has a hard time falling asleep, both because she often gets absorbed in something around bedtime, and because it's hard for her to turn off her brain and fall asleep once in bed. this leads to lots of reading in bed. their bed is a princess four-poster deal. i don't know if body pillows are a thing in the setting, but she def hugs something when she sleeps.

... leskel doesn't sleep unless he involuntarily passes out. he should sleep more. someone needs to pin him down with like five weighted blankets and keep them on for like a full day, and maybe it would fix him.

[doorrobloxstuff]

Lore: Ambush and Rush + Their kids (not including rooms gang)

Rush (Its/Its)

Fluffy RUSH Fluffy RUSH!! Has a big mound off fur that trails around it like fog/smoke.

The silly to Ambush’s serious. That big smile is often genuine.

ITS SMILE IS A FAMILY TRAIT!!! LIKE.. HALF OF ITS KIDS HAVE IT.

Silly Boston accent “Hey!! I’m walkin here!!”

Occasionally needs to be brushed but doesn’t like it. Also all that spare fur goes to Timothy because it knits.

Has cartoony-ish hands.

Impulsive as heck.

Actually pretty good friends w/Seek tbh

Mouth filthier then a gutter.

HATES BUGS HATES HATES HATES THEM once had mites and needed to be shaved.

Frequent napper and sleeper extraordinaire.

Has..memories that it can’t fully recall/ remember, but still experiences hypervigilance + a bit of anxiety from.

Can’t really remember much of its past at all and that’s a great source of frustration for it.

Really likes food and can be swayed with it.

Ask it to find out more stuff i'll update this later.

Happily married to Ambush and parent to Window, Dupe and the rooms gang.

Ambush (It/Its)

Sorta same accent as Rush but Mafia-ish "Ice em boys" kinda vibe.

Less fluffy and more do just h a i r y and wirey static mess that it keeps much more well kept then Rush does.

Steps are murderously silent and loves to sneak up on people.

Out of the two, it’s the more tactical and calculated.

Also pretty messed up by something but refuses to elaborate like Rush.

Definetly more experienced in the hunting field then Rush is and it frequently gets into small competitions with it.

Rue 🤝 Ambush: Parents with chronic pain. Ambush has serious jaw OR back pain that just flares up sometimes and it can leave it pretty cranky.

Is medicated though so it ain’t often.

‘Rush’s kisses are the cure <3’

Has a tail!! It’s sorta siren-like but unlike Depth it’s much more sharp and bladed and has fluffy tips that Rush likes to playfully bite or tug when teasing/flirty.

Ambush’s ancestors come from a reeeeally king lineage of swimming/watery entities.

Siblings with Depth!..oh..she’s missing.

Still has paintings of it..though it’s hesitant to talk to people about it.

Married to Rush and parent of Sally/Window, Dupe + Rooms gang. They’d have more but their energy is depleted-so..

Window/Sally (It/Its)

HOLLY SHIT SALLY GOT A FUR MULLET

Well sorta, it’s like that patch of fur going down it’s body like a little cheetah does.

Femby <3 Rush and Ambush are so proud when it came out!!!

Has two names due to being a femby too. Dupe also wanted two names and that’s how Dupe got its nickname. :)

Impulsive like Rush

Got Rush’s infamous smile like it’s siblings.

Rush’s lil girl fr

Likes to watch people through windows like a lil weirdo.

Also likes to float in the hotel pool and pretend it’s dead. Scares the ‘everloving SHIT’ out of its parents.

Also has a little tail that’s sorta like a stingray’s but no venom yet. (Yet)

Twins with Dupe.

Wants to heal ppl so it hangs around the infirmary. Actually getting really skilled.

Doesn’t hunt yet though and mostly just sticks to warning it’s parents.

(Duplicate) Dupe. (It/Its)

Has soft fur like a little kitty.

L o n g and stretchy like a cat too.

Immense fear of water but ironically probably have fur that if fluffed up will make it float.

Artistic!! Face is covered In paint or slime or blood just there’s something on it’s face always.

Arts and crafts are the way to its heart.

Has lil paw-like gloves that can turn into straight up talons.

Sneaky like Ambush and actually really clever.

Loafs and purrs like Rush.

Also has Rush’s smile :)

When it’s parents are either mad or scared they say it’s full name usually. “DUPLICATE!!!!!” “Uh oh-“

Likes to play pranks a lot.

Has a little crush of Screech???? It’s complicated but they are most just friends 4 today.

Once bit Snare and made it cry and then Snare bit it back and then all their parents came running.

Fun fact, the rooms gang would absolutely deck the everliving shit out of anyone who’d try and harm their siblings.

Rush also had a crush on Ambush they were both kids. <3

[mad-hunts]

From @divingdownthehole, because Tumblr’s side blog features annoy me, and I don’t want to broadcast my personal blog here.

💤 and 💯?

hello, @divingdownthehole! forgive me for taking so long to get back to you on this, but yesss, i totally agree with you on tumblr's side blog features being... well, stupid, if i'm being honest haha. but lets get right into this now, shall we? so, whenever it comes to whether barton is a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper, i feel like he is most definitely the former. and part of this might be due to the fact that, since you are technically a lot more vulnerable when you're sleeping, barton's sense of hypervigilance kind of prevents him from remaining asleep through pretty much anything like a heavy sleeper would. i will probably talk more about why he experiences it later, but for now, just know that it has a lot to do with his past. specifically when he was still with his biological father, wesley. as sad as it may sound, barton basically conditioned himself to be able to wake up at any particularly loud noise, like footsteps or the sound of someone crying, because he was sometimes afraid that he might not wake up the next day due to how monstrous wesley truly was.

and this carried on through him well into his adulthood by both influencing him to stay as a light sleeper in addition to him keeping a knife underneath his pillow and / or keeping it somewhere where he could easily access it if he was in danger. so, if there is one thing that you should know about barton, it's that he does not trust people easily whatsoever and he can be quite paranoid about people's 'real' intentions sometimes. other than that, though, barton's sleeping habits are honestly very unbalanced. he has gone through several periods in his life where he only slept a few hours every night and would be dead-tired in the morning because of it; however, most of the time, barton believes that he can't really help it. it's night time whenever he really begins to think about his life and this part of him that desires to receive some sort of punishment for everything he's done to other people typically emerges.

because at the end of the day, i feel like barton knows well that he is a terrible person in more ways than one and so he'll do the only thing he can do: which is to cry. but regardless of what commonly keeps him up at night... nowadays, barton is more in flux between either sleeping too much or sleeping too little. so as i've said, his sleeping habits are very unbalanced and people like his kids have pointed it out to him before, but no matter how much he tries to change it — he just seems to fall into the same old habits of either feeling so depressed that all he wants to do is sleep all day or not being able to go to sleep in the first place for a while because his thoughts are racing. but ooh... okay, emi, i'm going to start off the three random facts with quite the doozy to lift the mood a little bit.

barton knows how to knit and if you are close to him, expect to receive at least some sort of gloves / scarf / blanket from him, because he LOVES to do it as well. i guess it may be due to a mix of him finding it relaxing in a way and him figuring that he probably could use being able to indulge in a hobby that has nothing to do with his persona as the dollmaker. but yeah, barton has been doing that for some time now, actually. another fact that you may not know about him is that he also likes to hunt and i don't mean in the way that he kills people. barton has taken to engaging in things like deer hunting, bird hunting, and the occasional fox-hunt / coyote hunt. thus... barton usually has at least some venison hanging around his house, either in a dried form or in the fridge, just waiting to be cooked. his reasons behind hunting are usually either for meat, the fact that during it you're very immersed in nature, and because it gives him this alone time that he sometimes craves that is invaluable.

now, as for the last fact that you may not know about barton, it's that he often has one night of the week designated to doing some sort of activity with his family. and this kind of highlights just how contradictory he can be in regards to what his values are regarding family + the fact that he often doesn't treat his children that well. because during these nights, barton is arguably at his most agreeable and genuinely wants his kids to be having fun with him. so they often end up doing things like playing cards or having a movie marathon with each other. so yeah. that about wraps up my answer for this ask, but i hoped you liked it, emi!

[byanyan]

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

01. type of bed: cheap, shitty twin mattress that looks nicer than it really is because of the sheer amount of stuff on it — blankets, plushies, etc.

02. number of blankets: minimum of two year round, but three to four in the winter, depending on how thick said blankets are.

03. number of pillows: ideally two, but they're usually limited to one. every time they steal extras, they end up redistributed amongst the rest of the kids in the group home. in an even more ideal world, they'd have like fifty more purely for decoration.

04. type of clothing: oversized and comfy. tshirts, tank tops, shorts, or pants, they'll wear any of 'em — preferably in soft colours and/or with cute designs.

05. does it matter where they sleep?: not really. they've mastered the art of sleeping just about anywhere out of necessity — they've been known to sleep in empty bathtubs, on rooftops, in alleys, upside down on the couch, etc. the only thing that really matters is that no one else is around. or, if someone is around, it's someone they trust implicitly.

06. what do they do if they cannot fall asleep?: smoke weed, browse social media, or maybe zone out watching something if possible. if they're having a particularly hard time getting to sleep, they'll often give up and go out to wander, maybe cause a little trouble.

07. frequent dreams, nightmares: veeeeery frequent nightmares. they're plagued by them most nights, and most of them are tied in some way to their traumas. these are often jarring enough to jolt them awake.

08. deep slumber or naps: naps. byan hasn't slept through the night without being completely physically exhausted since they were probably six or seven. when they sleep, it's rare that it's deep, and rare that it lasts more than three to four hours.

09. when do they sleep: typically very late at night, sometime after 3am. there are times when they'll opt for naps throughout the day, however — usually when they're feeling particularly paranoid or hypervigilant.

10. what could wake them up: just about anything. they're an incredibly light sleeper out of past necessity.

tagged by:ㅤ@leatherforhell ty!! ♡

[neonbitemarks]

Like A Deer In The Headlights - Pt. 4

A low, rolling rumble of thunder and the sound of rain pulled Chase from sleep, having left the window open to let the cool night air circulate now that the heat of the daytime had died down and with him not being much of a heavy sleeper due to a life spent living in hypervigilance, it took very little to wake him.

Brennan wasn’t home. He’d texted Chase earlier to tell him he was crashing with Brooks for the night.

Chase didn’t mind. His brother seemed to have gotten close to the other wolf in the short time they’d been there, so Chase wouldn’t hold it against Bren for wanting to explore being a wolf for once without fear of being abused for it.

Another peal of thunder cut the air, sounding closer this time as the storm settled in over the area.

Chase got up briefly to pull the window closed to just a crack to prevent the rain from coming in while still getting the benefit of the cooler air before returning to his bed and lying there for a while in the dark, listening to the sound of the downpour as he tried to go back to sleep.

Just as he was starting to drift off again, he thought he heard a knock at the apartment door.

Assuming Brennan had changed his mind about staying out or he’d forgotten his key and returned to grab it, Chase got up again, not bothering to throw any clothes on to let him in, answering the door in his boxer shorts.

Oh.

Upon opening the door, Chase wasn’t met by his brother.

Instead, his gaze fell upon the much smaller frame of Jolene in the dim glow of the light outside the front door, dripping wet from getting caught in the rain and frantically checking behind her like she was afraid that she had been followed.

Seeing that panic in her eyes immediately, Chase also did a cursory check before focusing solely on the girl.

“Jolene? Hey, are you alright?” he ventured cautiously, studying her for any injuries or visual clues to the cause of her evident distress.

Jolene seemed to startle slightly before shaking her head in response, eyes wide with terror and brimming with tears that were visible even in the rain.

“Can I come in?” she sniffled, clutching at herself more tightly in a seemingly self-soothing gesture. “I  just… I didn’t know what else to do….”

“Yeah, of course,” Chase replied softly, opening the door wider in invitation and stepping out of the way for her as he welcomed her into the apartment, then turned on a nearby lamp, figuring it would be less harsh than the glare of the overhead light while Jolene was clearly upset. “You wanna talk about what’s goin’ on, or do you just need a place to lie low for a bit?”

“I don’t… I don’t know. My head’s all- I can’t think, and nothin’ makes sense, and I…” Jolene rambled, becoming increasingly distraught as she stumbled over her words, trying to explain herself.

“Shh, it’s okay. Take your time,” Chase soothed, catching her hands in his and gently squeezing them, hoping the physical sensation might give Jolene something more stable to ground herself with again as Chase carefully coaxed over to the couch to sit down.

“Nothin’ makes sense,” she repeated tearfully, shaking her head again. “I don’t know what’s real anymore… I’m so scared.”

Chase bit back the anger he felt in the moment, knowing that what Jolene was experiencing was entirely down to Waylon having gotten inside her head again and fucked up her memories and perception in a bid to claw back control over her.

“I know,” he acknowledged. “I’ve got you, okay? You’re safe here. I’m not goin’ to let anyone hurt you again, I promise.”

Jolene nodded stiffly, trying hard to hold herself together and not entirely fall apart.

“I didn’t know where else to go… The only thing that makes any sense right now is…” she faltered, struggling to string thoughts together coherently. “You’re the only thing that feels real right now… You’re real, right?”

“Yes, I’m real,” Chase affirmed, squeezing her hands again more firmly this time. “See? You can feel me doin’ this right now, can’t you?”

The relief was palpable as Jolene nodded, the reassurance that Chase was solidly corporeal and there with her, helping to ease her down from bordering on complete hysteria.

“My head hurts,” the girl admitted, sounding exhausted now Chase had taken the edge off her panic. “Every time I try to remember, it’s like someone’s jabbin’ a screwdriver into my skull.”

“It’s Waylon. He did that to you,” Chase stated softly, unsure if Jolene was in a headspace where she knew that or if he’d manipulated her enough that he’d covered his tracks. “And I can’t help thinkin’ I’m partly to blame ‘cause he sees me as a threat.”

“If you were a threat to me, we wouldn’t be talkin’ right now,” Jolene murmured, knowing that to be true at the very least in terms of Chase being allowed to stay in the first place.

“I don’t mean a threat to you. At least, not like that, but I think Waylon sees me as a threat to him and whatever he thinks is goin’ on between you.”

“There isn’t… I-I don’t even like him… He just-.”

“It’s okay, I know you don’t,” Chase replied, quick to reassure Jolene that he knew that she was a victim of Waylon’s, not a willing and freely consenting participant. “I know he’s got some weird possessive obsession over you, and I know you don’t feel that way about him.”

“I don’t know how to make him stop. If I try to fight back, he…”

Jolene didn’t need to say that Waylon hurt her if she resisted, that he got inside her head and showed her horrific hallucinations to make her submit to his will. Johnny had given Chase a pretty good rundown of what had been uncovered.

Still, it sent her into a fresh wave of panic as she broke down again, shivering from being soaked to the bone in her still-wet clothes.

“You don’t have to say it out loud, okay,” he whispered, cupping her face, using what he knew about wolves and their need for touch, especially in heightened emotional states, to comfort her as best he could. “You don’t have to explain anythin’ to me if you don’t want to or can’t.”

Jolene nuzzled into the touch, eyes closing as she focused on it through the blinding fog inside her head.

Chase lightly traced his thumbs over her cheekbones, wiping away Jolene’s tears as he let her take whatever comfort she wanted from him.

“We should get you into some dry clothes soon so you don’t get sick,” he soothed, making a mental note to grab something for her to wear as he wasn’t entirely sure that, given her hybrid status, Jolene could get sick, but Chase didn’t want to take any chances.

The softer attention brought Jolene’s emotional state back down again enough that when she opened her eyes again, she suddenly realized that Chase was sitting in his underwear.

“Did I… I woke you up, didn’t I?” she asked, remembering how late it was and that, obviously, he must have been in bed when she came by. “I’m sorry… I-I should go. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“No, it’s fine, you don’t have to leave. I was already kinda awake from the storm,” Chase replied, adamant he wasn’t about to let Jolene go back out into the rain again.

“Are you sure?” Jolene inquired, fidgeting slightly.

“I’m sure, and besides, you look like you could use the company right now, so how about I go grab you some warm, dry clothes, and you can sleep here tonight, at least until the storm breaks?”

“Okay,” Jolene nodded, sniffling again.

Chase paused momentarily, offering a little more affection and reassurance before getting up and going to his room, grabbing a clean pair of sweatpants and his most comfortable hoodie for Jolene to change into, then returning and holding them out to her.

Jolene smiled gratefully as she took the clothes and headed to the bathroom, disappearing inside for a few minutes before emerging again.

In the meantime, Chase grabbed spare blankets and pillow to make up the couch, mindful of letting Jolene have some space if she needed it.

“You can take my bed if you want?” he offered when she returned, figuring she’d be more comfortable sleeping there. “I don’t mind the couch.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Jolene replied, her demeanor hesitant again.

“I don’t know what time my brother will be back in the mornin’, so I thought it would be better so he didn’t disturb you,” Chase explained, catching the hesitancy. “Unless… I mean, the bed’s big enough for us both if you don’t wanna sleep alone?”

Was he crossing a line with the suggestion? Chase wasn’t sure but given how emotionally fragile Jolene was right now, if sharing a bed helped her feel safer, he could do that.

Jolene fidgeted nervously and looked at the floor, a slightly self-conscious “Please” escaping her as she acknowledged that she would prefer to stick close to him.

“Okay,” Chase nodded, offering his hands to her again if she needed more reassurance before leading her to his room and letting her choose which side of the bed she wanted.

Jolene lay down, Chase’s clothes several sizes too big but offering her a cocoon of comfort as she curled up and tried to settle.

Chase had climbed in beside her, silence hanging between them for several long seconds as they stayed on their respective side of the bed until Jolene turned over to face him, a shy but pleading look in her eyes.

Without a word, Chase shifted closer and opened his arms, inviting Jolene to seek more comfort as he wrapped around her and held her close, stroking her hair softly until they both passed out.

[the-demons-son]

Damian is not a good sleeper. He is often too hypervigilant to relax enough for a restful sleep, but he doesn't necessarily see it as a bad thing.

Even at the manor, where he by all accounts should be safest, Damian's room has makeshift alarms by every door and window that would alert him to them being opened. He locks his door at night, and on particularly difficult days, he sleeps under the bed.

He never talks about it.