#sometimes they fall asleep on their own by some miracle

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Sukuna Ryomen Headcanons

Synopsis: SFW and NSFW headcanons. Sukuna Ryomen x fem! reader.

SFW:

wooooo does this man have such an attitude, it's a miracle you've managed to put up with him this long.

He's coldhearted, selfish, immoral, and ungodly sadistic.

Although, he tones it down when you're around, at least he tries.

He cannot figure it out for the life of him why he gets so annoyed when he feels his heart change when you're around.

You make him feel special and loved, but sometimes he questions it.

He hates what you do to him, how you make him feel, but at the same time he loves it.

Def calls you a brat all the time and then pats the top of your head.

Will complain when you want to cuddle on top of him, but he likes the feeling of you on top of him.

When he complains, sometimes you'll try to get up and walk away, but Sukuna has the world's strongest death grip on your waist.

When you're cuddling, his hands definitely wonder.

His hands are almost always on your ass, squeezing it or squeezing the back of your thighs.

He knows he can be a pain in the ass some days so he tries to be nicer, but that never really happens.

Sukuna can be more soft with you tho, especially when he can tell that you're tired or had a rough day.

He's so possessive of you and he easily gets jealous.

God forbid a man lays eyes on you because that man no long has eyes or a heartbeat.

"Don't lay your eyes on my woman again." he'll say or something along those lines.

You know that Sukuna has a violent nature so you get use to it.

calls you my girl or my woman, he def uses my woman more often though.

Have trying to get this man to compliment you because he won't ever.

If you asleep in his arms, he'll think that you're sooo cute and run his knuckles along your cheek.

He'll never express how he really feels about you, so if you need reassurance, best leave now.

Sukuna gets disgusted with himself when he thinks about how much he really loves you.

Sukuna can just be confused and will question why you love him.

No one has ever loved him or not feared him, so why don't you?

I think Sukuna lives for reassurance though and he craves it, but he'll never ask for it.

He's lowkey embarrassed and ashamed of his emotions deep down.

Likes it when you scratch the back of his neck.

Since he's so busy being the king of curses, I imagine that he falls asleep first.

BUT he cannot fall asleep unless you're right beside him, rubbing his back or whispering soft mumbles into his ear as his arms are snug around your waist.

my poor baby just needs some love okay?! (I can fix him)

NSFW:

Ok y'all, please prepare yourself bc I am unhinged when it comes to this man. I apologize in advance 😭

At first sex is a selfish act for Sukuna, only caring about his pleasure.

He'll shove you down onto your knees, forcing his cock into your mouth.

You'll definitely gag on it and tears will stream down your face, but you won't stop.

The way Sukuna is standing above you, grinning and staring down at you as your lips are wrapped around his fat cock.

You feel yourself getting wet in between your thighs as Sukuna's jaw drops open, a low groan leaving his mouth.

Although once you voice how you want to feel pleasure too, he realizes that he can get pleasure out of your own pleasure.

For sure spanks you until you're crying or there's red marks on your ass. Squeezes your ass as well.

We've already stated that Sukuna is super sadistic, so pain is just part of your sex life at this point.

He has no shame humiliating you in public; pulling your panties down and making you scream his name as he pleasures you.

He'll have such a rough grip on your hips or wherever he's holding you that it leaves bruises.

Def has a hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing it.

DOGGY (sorry, I had to say it 😭)

Sukuna loves any position where he can see your ass jiggle as he thrusts into your abused cunt.

Reserve cowgirl where his hands are on your waist, moving you back and forth off his cock.

He gets annoyed when you decide to get on top but then get tired, so he has to do the work.

He loves when you call him daddy, but it kind of threw him off the first time he heard it, but now it's his fav.

Sukuna makes it his personal mission to make you squirt each time you release.

He's got four arms for a reason...yk what i'm saying 🫣🫣

Two arms holding you down so you can't escape his strong grip and the other two pleasuring you.

Really tests you to your limits, probably until you almost pass out or something.

A safe word is needed, especially when Sukuna is ramming his hips into yours and his hand is rubbing circles on your clit.

Easily pins you down on the bed and makes you beg, whimper, and whine for his cock as he's just rubbing it along your folds, being a menace.

He's got unlimited stamina and could fuck you into the mattress for days, but he stops when you reach your limit.

I think he's very vocal in bed; degrading you, groaning as he slides into your wet pussy, making you beg for him, etc.

I don't think aftercare is his biggest priority tbhhhh. if you talk to him about it, he'll put some effort in.

He likes to be clean afterwards and he'll tease you about how good you sounded moaning his name as he cleans you up.

The two of you just lounge and mostly talk about what you're going to do tomorrow.

Sukuna passes out right after, being so comfortable and warm right beside you with an arm hanging over your back or stomach.

[da-shrimping-station]

here's an idea:

sleepy seraph cuddle pile

these fucked up dudes need some fluff every now and then. from Gamigin's event we saw how close they are so cuddling probably isn't new to them and they all share the same sleeping space

it would be so nice too if the people you cuddled with slept normally but nope the seraphs got their own little quirks when asleep

Gabriel

his halo is too fucking bright

it's either he can't control how bright it is, he doesn't care how bright it is, or he likes pissing the others off (my money is on the last 2 honestly)

Michael wants to suffocate him with a pillow for that

Gab also randomly wakes up to pray (which is expected from an angel but he gives 0 shit about volume control)

Michael

talks in his sleep

you can have a full conversation with him

remembers bits and pieces of it so be careful when talking to him

is clingy af, not a koala but a damn constrictor and it would be a miracle if he lets go in his sleep

he likes to be in the middle but no one wants him to cuz the ones on either side of him are fair game

he often sleeps with Gabriel beside him so that he won't get up for prayers and they can all sleep without interruptions but that means Gab gets pissy and will engage with his sleep-talking

also his hair gets everywhere

hogs the blankets, literally no blanket is safe

Raphael

he starts with one and come morning there's 3 to 4 on him

there's a mini tug of war game on cold nights and there have been instances of blankets getting torn

he also moves in his sleep A LOT

be prepared to get kneed/elbowed/kicked/a wing to the face when sleeping beside him

he falls asleep in a normal position but wakes up diagonally across the mattress with his foot on someone's face and his torso tangled in blankets and a wing trapped under someone's leg

Lucifer

probably the only normal-ish sleeper of the lot, if it weren't for his preference to sleep face down/on his stomach

man's got 12 wings there's no way he sleeps on his back

barely moves in his sleep too and one would think he's a corpse

his wings sometimes spread out and cover the others (they love it when that happens)

sleeps like the dead so whatever squabble the others got going in the middle of the night don't bother him

if he falls asleep last, he likes to watch the others for a bit

these were just some ideas that popped up in my head while on the commute to work

just throwing all these out there with very little knowledge on the seraphs but hey these thoughts were rattling in my head and i gotta let em out

[alicerosejensen]

What about uhh Leon with a playful gf? Like in a childish endearing way. A child at heart and likes adventure :D

So, I’m slowly clearing out my inbox and answering old requests. In this case, I decided to make headcanons (I have writer's block).

There are no special warnings. Any version of Leon you want (for me it’s most likely Leon!Re4).

💙 Perhaps sometimes he will be annoyed by your behavior but rarely. His negative attitude will only manifest itself in moments when he is emotionally vulnerable (especially after a mission).

💙 Loves to fall asleep with you under these plush bedspreads but in a dream, he will involuntarily pull it over himself.

💙However, you will not stay without warmth. Leon loves hugging you very much, although you can already sleep, sleep won't come to Leon for a long time, so he will just hug you and look at all these plush toys and various little things that he gave you or that you bought yourself.

💙 I don't think Leon will fall in love with someone who behaves just like a child, but some mischief would give him hope that in this world he has something worth fighting for.

💙 He will buy all these cute stockings to please you.

💙 Leon doesn't really like different adventures because of his job, but if it's something harmless, then no problem. Sometimes he also wants to make a joke and cheer himself up by remembering that he is still a man and not just a slave to the government.

💙 He may sometimes feel uncomfortable in your apartment because of the abundance of toys, but again this is a temporary phenomenon. I'm more than sure that later he will buy you these giant stuffed animals himself.

💙 Leon will always be ready to go to fairs and various festivals with you (provided that he does not eliminate another threat in the form of bioweapons).

💙 If you have a little dog, Leon will even try to get along with him. Maybe he doesn't really like dogs, but from this little miracle he will also be touched and ask you to take him for a romantic walk together.

💙 Without any problems, he will allow you to make all these masks, scrubs, peels on it as a joke and even make some funny photos with you, but on condition that they are stored in personal archives.

💙 Leon will even help you realize your childhood dreams that you did not have time to realize at that time. It may be a small thing in the form of some kind of trip to a place that you have always dreamed of, or a thing that may no longer have any value and usefulness, but you still want to get it since you did not have it in childhood.

💙 He wouldn't have a problem shooting for you in a regular air rifle range, but if you really want to win on your own, then go ahead, baby. At least if you screw up completely, then Leon can save the day.

💙 You may even ask him to let you shoot with his gun (under his supervision, of course)

💙 He doesn't mind when you throw an arm or leg over him in a dream. Over time, Leon will get used to it so much that he will feel uncomfortable sleeping without your body parts on him.

💙 Leon S Kennedy are constantly teasing. This will often lead to him being hit on the head with a pillow, which can eventually turn into a soft battle.

💙 He likes quiet or slightly noisy evenings with you. He likes these old movies with delicious food or some sweets while the movie is on and you're sitting or lying next to him and gently fingering strands of his hair laughing or at least smiling at his ridiculous comments or jokes.

💙However, sometimes while watching, you can seriously start a dispute with him on any topic and take offense at not agreeing with him in opinions.

💙 Although these quarrels never last long.

💙 In any case, he loves you anyway and will most likely be the first to reconcile. Even if you act like a real kid sometimes.

[raythekiller]

omggg the masky nsfw alphabet was 😍

how abt eyeless jack nsfw alphabet? maybe? :)

🦇 anon

🗒 ❛ NSFW Alphabet ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Eyeless Jack

#Notes: THERE'S LIKE 4 OTHER PEOPLE ASKING FOR HIS NSFW ALPHABET IN MY INBOX, FINA YALL WILL WRITE IT 😭

pronouns used: none, gn! reader

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A - AFTERCARE 

Will absolutely not let go of you. The whole act is so personal and intimate and important to him he can't help but want to hold you close.

B - BODY PART 

Pretty nonsexual, but your face. He just thinks you look so pretty, even if he can't see properly.

C - CUM 

Major breeding kink, will cum inside of you multiple times in a row until you're filled to the brim.

D - DIRTY SECRET 

He's never had actual sex before, most far he's ever gotten was a blowjob or two.

E - EXPERIENCE 

As mentioned above, not too experienced, but he makes up for it with his eagerness and will to satisfy you.

F - FAVORITE POSITION 

Mating press. He's able to thrust deeper, hold you close and stare at your face all at the same time.

G - GOOFY 

He gets into an animalistic state and is unable to speak, so humor isn't really that present.

H - HAIR 

Clean shaven, makes him feel more hygienic. It's darker than his hair.

I - INTIMACY

Again, unable to speak, but the way he's clinging to you like his life depends on it says it all.

J - JACK OFF

Barely does it at all, unless he's got someone on his mind, then he'll do it a couple times every week.

K - KINK

Here's a full post on his kinks.

L - LOCATION 

Definitely the bedroom, yours or his. Makes it more private and personal.

M - MOTIVATION 

Hates to admit it, but your scent drives him crazy. Even better if you're horny, since he can smell your arousal in the air. It's intoxicating.

N - NO

Either of you being tied up is a hard no. He doesn't like it on himself for obvious reasons (cult sacrifice) and doesn't like it on you cause he's afraid he might lose control and needs you to be able to get away from him if he does.

O - ORAL 

Definitely giving. Those tongues of his work miracles.

P - PACE

Starts off slow and sensual, becomes brutal and animalistic after a while.

Q - QUICKIE

Prefers taking his time with you, so quickies aren't really a thing you do often.

R - RISK 

Pretty vanilla when it comes to this. Doesn't like experimenting or doing anything risky, but might budge if you ask nicely.

S - STAMINA

Just doesn't get tired. Only stops when you beg him to, otherwise he's gonna be breeding you for days.

T - TOYS 

Doesn't own or like to use any. Just doesn't see the point in it.

U - UNFAIR

Ends up accidently teasing you with how much foreplay he does, but it's completely unintentional.

V - VOLUME

Barely moans, only growls and groans. His noises are deep and raspy, unlike his normally calm and gentle speaking voice.

W - WILD CARD 

Sometimes when you're away, he sneaks into your room and jerks himself off on your bed, inhaling your scent off the sheets and pillowcase.

X - X-RAY 

This motherfucker is big, almost 11 inches, although not too thick.

Y - YEARNING

His sex drive isn't normally high, but he has some "heat periods" to deal with where he gets extremely needy.

Z - ZZZ 

Waits for you to fall asleep first, just relishing in the fact that you trust and feel comfortable around him enough to be at your most vulnerable. Will drift off after with a smile on his face.

[a-freemaniac]

News from a crazy mind...

Sherlock, mental health and the support from a fandom.

When Sherlock becomes what the doctor ordered....

100 days lie between those moments.

100 days since I wanted to die.

100 days since I emailed Dignitas.

100 days full of struggle and hope.

100 days later I made it out of hell again.

A handful of people who showed me unconditional love during the hardest setback of my disorder career.

I will love them till the day I die.

And once again the Sherlock world saved my soul before I destroyed it myself.

A fandom full of kindness and support and a detective and a doctor who saved me in more ways than they can ever imagine.

Had a doctors appointment on Friday and I have one hell of a doctor.

Not as good as John Watson but highly supportive of anything that increases my strength.

We talked about a little miracle.

A miracle that sounds so incredibly stupid but it is such a huge thing.

For the past five years I have to take besides my regular medication in mornings and in the evenings a little extra cocktail of meds in the afternoon to keep my extreme nervousness in check.

I'm nervous and tense 24/7 and it takes a toll on my body sometimes.

It makes it very hard to sleep and to find a way to sit still.

So the extra meds are necessary..

Ten days ago I started to listen to Podfics and quickly discovered a new way to enjoy the Sherlock universe.

I'm 43 years old and retired since I was 39 because my body couldn't take the stress anymore.

I have some free times during the day and I made it a habit for the past ten days to listen to Podfics in the afternoon and again at night.

And suddenly I could sleep and, and here comes the miracle..

I forgot to take my afternoon meds.

Even more my body relaxed in a way I haven't experienced in decades.

My body was obviously as surprised as I am because since a few days I have to drink a coffee in the afternoon, otherwise I would fall asleep.

I can only drink coffee without caffeine which tastes awful but otherwise my nervousness goes through the roof and I shake like a leaf.

But now instead of taking an extra dose of anxiety relief pills I take a real good old black coffee full of caffeine after listening to Podfics.

And that sounds incredibly ridiculous but for me it is a miracle because for the first time in over 15 years I feel calm and not because of a chemical reaction but because of a human reaction.

I know @totallysilvergirl had no idea what would happen by telling me about Podfics but I will never forget it!

Back to my incredible doctor who saw the change from a person who was determined to end this endless circle of depression and anxiety to a person who smiles again.

Now he ordered a six months try of daily Podfics ( no joke) to see if my blood levels improves and accordingly my medication can be reduced.

He knows that in the past three years my disorder was always better during my Sherlock highs so he is actually happy about the new development.

Long story short ( too late I know)

Do whatever feels right for you!

Invent your own therapy!

Do what makes you happy no matter how unconventional it might be.

Because you matter!!!!

I attach you my new and exciting Podfic collection for you.

Maybe you will find something you like.

Of course everything is available in Reading form as well.

Be happy in your own, weird, wonderful way.

@keirgreeneyes @discordantwords @a-victorian-girl @bewitched-bullet @lisbeth-kk @whatnext2020 @inevitably-johnlocked @barachiki @babaybo @jobooksncoffee @rey-jake-therapist @missdeliadili @helloliriels @podfixx @johnlocky @johnlockpodficclub @johnlockficclub @peanitbear @strawberrywinter4 @chocolate1elise @kettykika78

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: Just some things about the Ramshackle Prefect and Scarabia's vice-housewarden <3

Pairing: Jamil Viper × Yuu / Gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff mostly, a little bit of angst

TW: NA (for now, please let me know if I should add trigger warnings and for what ^^)

Jamil is no stranger to looks of awe and envy. A large part of it is owed to his status as a servant of the Asim family, as well as being Kalim's closest friend and retainer. But when the Prefect looks at him, they look at him in awe of his skills. Of how he expertly manages to tackle every obstacle Kalim unwittingly puts in his way. Of how his hands work quickly and efficiently in the kitchen as he stirs and mixes and makes food for the entirety of Scarabia. Of how he manages to give his best (despite the limitations set upon him by his status) in everything he does. For them, his status as a servant matters little; his hardwork is seen for what it is, and appreciated genuinely.

Jamil takes good care of his looks. As Kalim's retainer, he is required to look after his appearance, lest even the slightest of mistakes bring scrutiny upon the Asim family. The gold trinkets braided into his hair are a symbol of his status and servitude, of pride and resentment, yet he finds that resentment slowly die down as the Prefect plays with the accessories, batting at them with all the curiosity and wonder of a little kitten. His voicing of the fact only gets him a playful pout from them, which leaves him a little weak in the knees and a little short of breath. He thanks his lucky stars that they are both sitting on his bed, for surely his traitorous legs would have given away underneath him had he been standing.

Jamil stays up at night, quite a lot. His responsibilities do not end when the Asim heir finally falls asleep; for some reason, they seem to increase. Between his own studying, making rounds of the dorm so that no unruly dorm members (or housewardens) sneak off in the middle of the night, and countless other tasks, it is a miracle that he even gets time to rest his ever watchful eyes. Yet he smiles each time the Prefect stumbles over to him, half-asleep as they tug at his arms and mumble that he needs to sleep and that they are not taking no for an answer (not that he would say no to such an adorable request) and goes along with what they say.

Jamil is not one to bare his heart to just anybody. It takes time and dedication to peel back all his layers, his self doubt, to truly get him to speak about everything and anything that is bothering him. Yet sometimes, sometimes things are too difficult to talk about, and Jamil is too tired to think about them. So when the Prefect opens their arms, inviting him in their soft and safe embrace, he obliges with a soft murmur that is his thanks to them. They rub his back, and Jamil cannot stop himself from melting under their wordless yet tender care, holding onto his beloved Prefect with all the strength he can muster in that moment.

Jamil is very perceptive; very little misses his keen gaze. He sees how each incident the Prefect invariably gets roped into takes away a little part of them. The light in their eyes is a little dimmer each time they meet his, and their smiles a little more forced as they gently turn down his enquiries about their health. Each matter resolved, each overblot fought saps their energy and shakes their will, and Jamil knows it is only a matter of time before they fall down like a house of cards. He can see them working themself to the bone, running on fumes and sheer determination to save all those who had endeared themselves to the Prefect. So he insists, borderline begging even, to take care of them. Even for just one day, one hour. He just wants to be there for them, the way they always are for him.

Jamil shows his care in subtle ways in public. Carrying an extra lunch for the Prefect, sitting next to them in class, helping them with their studies, all these are ways he shows his favor to them. In private, he whispers declarations of love and devotion to them, reveling in how flustered they get even as his own heart thumps loudly inside his chest. He stumbles over his words when they carefully hold one of his braids up to their lips, leaving a kiss on the dark strands while maintaining eye contact with him; a silent declaration more powerful and potent than any of his teasing words.

[piko-power]

Sleepy Sonic Headcanons Because Why The Hell Not

Like Tails said in Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, Sonic sleeps in the weirdest places. The first time Tails found this out was when they were younger when Tails just randomly found Sonic napping in the pilot's seat upside down in his plane. He still has the photo of it after years.

Around winter, Sonic tends to take more naps depending on his mood. Sometimes he would just nap for the entire day without even realizing it until Tails told him that it's the next day.

Sonic sleeps walks, and sometimes even sleep runs. (I blame @neurotypical-sonic for this one lol) It's a miracle he didn't run into any danger or do anything stupid while he sleep ran. The only time something like that happened however was when Sonic sleep ran all the way to Eggman's lair and destroyed every single Badnik there while Tails tries to stop him. Eggman didn't even know that Sonic was asleep the entire time, he was just pissed that Sonic destroyed his Badniks in the middle of the night for no reason.

He would feel tired after a big meal, usually after some chili dogs. Knowing Sonic he would need to eat a lot, but there were times where he would actually feel full, which is a shocker to most except Tails. In that case, he would be groggy and light, and in need for something to pass out on. (He's gonna fall asleep on the floor anyway)

Sonic owns chili dog themed slippers. Istg this is the best headcanon I've ever come up with. I need someone to draw this omg-

Sonic had nightmares since his first few months being in the Death Egg, they've only gotten worse ever since Tails, Amy and Knuckles left on their journey. But when they came back, the nightmares stopped. Since they stopped, Sonic wouldn't see any point about bringing them up to his friends, that is until suddenly Sonic gets a really bad nightmare one night. Sonic would cry out for his little buddy and thrash in his bed (or couch??) and Tails would come running in to see if he was okay. After a moment of crying and comforting, Sonic decided to tell him about the night terrors and even how much he missed him and Amy and Knuckles. THAT'S when the nightmares stopped for real.

If he's not having nightmares, then he's probably having a dream that is adventurous and epic, or very weird and bizarre. He surprisingly remembers most of his dreams considering how crazy they can be at times.

Even if his nightmares aren't about drowning, or loosing his friends, or Eggman defeating him, or flashbacks about the most intense part of his adventures, sometimes his "nightmares" would just be plain stupid depending on who you are. Like the next time you're gonna see Sonic in his bed, hugging his blankets and looking a little frightened, worry not, he just had a dream about chili dogs going extinct and Eggman, who was an actual egg with a mustache, turning everything into brussel sprouts. (Okay THIS I wanna seen being drawn lmao)

One of Sonic's favorite places to sleep is outside under the stars. Looking up at the pitch black sky that's covered in beautiful stars and galaxies is the most wonderful thing to see before he falls asleep. It's just his most favorite thing about the sky, and the night in general.

[catboydreamer]

xiao comfort for nightmare.

notes; vaguely talks about family issues since that's what the nightmare is about. but it is genuinely vague with very general sentences about what happened in the past. also, may be a bit rusty and not super detailed, i haven't written in forever but i really hope it is enjoyable to someone out there. <3

xiao x reader , xiao comforts you after a nightmare.

it wasn't as if you were trying to think of them. if anything, you haven’t actively thought of them in a few weeks and yet…

a nightmare. 

when you wake up in a cold sweat and the only light in the room is the gentle light of your alarm clock, all you can remember is flashes. you remember the screaming and how close they got to your face. quite similar to the constant insults and arguments daily when you lived with them. you could almost always taste the cigarettes on their breath or the alcohol steaming off your father when he got home. words slurred and insults casually thrown. no one ever protected you from the fall out. if anything, they created a stone wall against you. 

caught up in your own thoughts you didn't hear the soft pitter patter of his boots as he launched off the window sill and made his way to you. it is possible he intentionally walked over so quietly but it wasn’t entirely welcoming in this state of mind.

you only slightly felt how the bed shifted when he sat down. and yet when his hand touches your shoulder in a fleeting, gentle touch, you flinch back a bit. your eyes finally meet in the dark with his glowing orange eyes. it's like a saving grace in the dark of your mind. 

he asks without words. is this okay? is this what you want? your throat feels dry so you cannot speak. his presence alone washes over you and tears start to fall down your cheeks. still, despite how it hurts, he sits still and waits for your response. you only nod and by some miracle he is able to see this. 

he pulls you into a hug. his arms are a bit stiff but it is a tight hug as he holds you against his chest. you breathe shakily and cry. you’ve filled water stains onto his clothes but he doesn’t push you away or react at all. he continues to hold you within the silence of your room. 

and finally, you can feel his breath against your cheek. something you have slowly taught him how to do. something he knows calms you down. it feels more human and puts you at ease. 

after a long while in his arms, after the tears have dried up and your throat has closed up way too much, after you have cramps in your wrists from gripping on his shirt, you want to pull away. it's a simple double tap on his thigh and he pulls away from you.

it's only a minute though, and then he lifts a finger to your chin so you look at him only. “you need water. let me retrieve you some.” 

it's never a question and with that, his presence is gone for a few moments before he comes back with a glass of water. he places it in your hands and watches you drink the whole glass. once you are done, he places the glass on the small bedside table. 

he’s staring for a moment longer than usual though, as if thinking for a long moment. you only wait for his response, trusting he will speak when ready. he stands up and half turns away from you. “do you require physical affection or would you rather me to guard over you from over there?”

sometimes you feel like the answer is obvious but to him it isn’t. he asks every single time, making sure this is what you want. it makes you wonder what goes on inside his head but that conversation is for another time. instead, you answer the question, “i’d like it alot if you would lay with me. at least until I fall asleep if nothing else.” 

with the small comment that lays underneath, you see something flicker in his eyes as he walks back over to you. you shift over to make room for him and he lays next to you. you can feel the soft gaze he holds towards you as he reaches to push hair out of your face. your fingers touch his shoulder, fleetingly. never too much, never too little.

it's a million little things that cannot be tackled at once and not in this little room at 3:06 AM. instead, your eyes slowly flutter closed. the comfort of xiao watching over you so closely lulls you to sleep again. this time you only dream of xiao in a meadow, with a smile on his face. you pray that you can have this dream over and over again.

[rosestarlightkatarina]

The night.

Donna Beneviento x reader

This one is all about fluff and sleepy atmosphere

I hope you enjoy🖤🌙

No doubt today is a way too harsh on you. Everything is out of hand and it makes you feel even more exhausted. But the most frustrating thing is that you don’t have any chances to meet the doll maker, let alone a little talk to her. She acts more like a pretty ghost in a pretty old house and you try to copy this behavior. Expect Angie. The only one thing you have to do for being the reason of her laugh or anger is breathing. Even sleeping isn’t always a good cause for her to stop. You must be more creative than that. But you two seem to get along recently. It’s actually a miracle how you are still alive. Consider yourself lucky. However some horrible questions about their true intentions come to your head every night. And the only one person, who knows the answer, is ignoring your existence, preferring the company of her own. Except Angie, of course. When the sun hides behind the waterfall, the owner of the manor comes from somewhere, takes her continuously chatting feral creature and disappears. You can swear she has some teleportation skills. For one moment you could say she was an illusion or a fever dream of yours. But there was always Angie with her bites to make you deny these thoughts swiftly. Still your various assumptions are never gone. This night does not differ from the others. Eyes are shut but mind is overwhelmed. Thus, after some useless attempts to fall asleep, you find yourself wandering around the empty house until you see the dim light coming from the slightly open door. The curiosity wins so you have no choice but come a little closer on your tiptoes. Behind the crack there is your lady, painting a little porcelain face, all alone. Just her and soft sound of creating a new friend. Something about this view makes you stay, watching her work quietly. That’s impolite to stare you think when it’s too late. Unfortunately, the period of time is long enough to get noticed by her. Now you are caught and there is no way back. You have to speak.

"My lady, I apologise for interrupting you. I didn’t mean anything bad. I have an insomnia. Please may I stay here? Just for a little while." You say that so fast as if you are ready to get killed for your audacity. But the slight nod is the only response you have.

You hoped for this reaction but wasn’t really prepared. So you just froze for a few seconds before finally making your way through the room, looking at its beautifully arranged furniture. Still something, without any sign of mercy, is beckoning you to come to her as closer as possible. Besides, the is always a chance for you not to see the tomorrow morning. So you just decided to use all of your carriage to keep this opportunity. You slowly got down on the floor next to her, waiting for any sign of her disapproval to run away and blame yourself for such a stupid behavior for the rest of your life. You don’t know exactly what you are doing. It’s really hard to use the brains when every part of your soul is screaming inside you. Fortunately and scarily, she didn’t show any urge to stop you. You just closed your eyes, leaning your cheek to her dress to feel the soft material caressing your face. Every little thing about this woman is soothing and cosy. You can’t help this atmosphere wrapping you up in its embrace. You have been waiting for these minutes for too long that it almost makes you cry in relief. You feel like you’re in heaven and it suits your thoughts of being probably already dead just fine. It’s like being asleep and you look exactly this way when her fingers runs through your locks. Your heart is about to fly away from the chest but you don’t dare to move, relishing the soft touch. It would be unforgivable to scare this precious moment off. She keeps gently stroking your hair, sometimes drawing circles and flowers on the top of your head. You do your best not to tremble and pretend to sleep. But after half an hour it is not an acting anymore. You don’t realise how tired you are so…you wake up. In your bed. In your room. Is it just another dream? Who knows. Well, only the one may know.

[i-cant-sing]

So how’s yandere Shiratorizawa’s frail kitten?

She's frustrated because she hasn't been able to get some alone time. The boys walk her to class everyday, so she tried waking up early and sneak out of the house, which turned out to be a big mistake because she was caught by Ushijima who was just about to go on his morning run.

Now you're both going on a morning run. Ushijima forces you to exercise like him, well not as hard as him because you don't have his stamina, but still. You threw up the first few times, which sent him into panic and that was a whole thing to deal with.

You try to wake up even earlier, to escape Ushijima's workout from hell, but you're always caught by one of the boys, usually Semi or Ushijima, who then drag you to the kitchen and make you drink a big ass glass of warm milk and then stay in your room, patting your head until you fall asleep.

Even at school, when you do get a free period by some miracle, Ushijima is the first one to know about it (he probably threatened one of your classmates to keep tabs on you). You'd then be dragged to the gymnasium and forced to sit on benches while the team practices. Sometimes you fall asleep to the sounds of ball bouncing off or their shoes skidding across the floor.

Of course, the worst of it all is when Ushijima thinks it's okay to go through your backpack and find that you haven't eaten the lunch (that has 3 person servings) or finished the drink (a disgusting protein shake) he'd made for you.

He'd wake you up, ask why you haven't had your lunch and just squint when you reply "you didn't feel hungry".

What the fuck does that mean?

"Eat it."

"But I-"

"Eat. It." Ushijima orders. "And it better be finished before by the time I come or else you won't be sitting for a month."

Your jaw dropped as he left. How tf are you supposed to eat so much food?! You barely are able to finish your own meal, how are you supposed to eat 3 servings?!

Ushijima has been packing you lunch according to his body demands. Its not like he doesn't know that you can't eat that much. But he needs to train you to eat that much food. To him, you're like underweight and about to die. So he'll fatten up his kitten, force you to train like he does and in no time, he'll have you looking like a mini-Ushijima🥺💖

[liyuee-qixing]

“Noble Princess”

You're the tsaritsa daughter and the snezhnaya princess,after you finish your study on Sumeru academia she decided you're mature enough to be married with one of her Faithful Servant Harbinger.

Characters:La Signora, Tartaglia,Pantalone

Second part:

La Signora

Let's say she doesn't expect the tsaritsa to have such a beautiful daughter like you. You're such a beauty on her eyes.

The first time tsaritsa introduce you to the fatui harbinger she already head over heel

She'll call you "Sweetheart" "Darling" "Love" Etc.. it's worked. The nickname she gave you really flutter you

kisses!!

"Signora? What is this all?" You asked,pointing to the wrapped packages on the floor, there's many of them. It really flooded the room

"these are the most finest dress and accessories I thought look good on you,I noticed you had your eyes on them recently."she giggled as she placed a necklace on your neck,it was pure Light Blue.

"this ore is the most high quality ore on mondstant, people say this ore is blessed by Barbartos himself,they say if a couple wear this, their relationship will goes well." Signora explained as she caress your face,she's truly a lovely partner,isn't she

Tartaglia

Oh boy.. the day tsaritsa introduce him to you was a miracle,he was tripping,head over heel. He swore he saw a goddess

He'll go with you everywhere you go! Cinema? Amusement Park?Mall? He go with you! Every moment is desirable if you're there. He'll enjoy every minute of it

Quality time and physical touch,he love to caress your face when you're asleep on his lap,he loves to plant kiss on your hair when you're asleep,he love every moment with you.

Call you "Love" "Darling" "Princess"

He love quality time and physical touch but he know when to gave you space.

"Tartaglia,do you prefer to go to cinema or should we go to the carnival instead?"you asked to the ginger,Childe only chuckles as an answer

"anywhere is fine! As long as I'm with you,I'm happy with it,do you want me to treat you to dinner? Or movie? I'll pay for it"he say with delightful smile on his face,it bought a thin smile to your face. What a dreamy guy he is

Pantalone

He's not the type to fall in love but how do he avoid falling in love with you!?

This not supposed to happen,his goal was to be the richest person alive in teyvat and to serve tsaritsa with his full heart not to fall in love with the Noble princess!

But how could he help it when your touch is so soft and your voice is so calming!?!?!

You're so hard working,pretty,definition of beauty and all,his work was left behind,the only things in his mind was just you,your smile,your voice.. they rang in his memory

He doesn't flirt with you,but he sometimes call you "sweetheart".

The other harbinger probably has caught him blushing to the thought of you

"Pantalone? What happen? Your face is red." Pulcinella asked,looking a low-key worried, Pantalone face has a red tint blush .

"eh? Ah- you see-" it come to pulcinella awareness that Pantalone was blushing because of the Noble princess just walk in, Pantalone eyes start following her figure.

"oh I get it,you like the noble princess,am I correct?" Pulcinella words caught the other harbinger attention, Pantalone eyes widened at his words

"Mr Pulcinella! Ahem,don't burst it out loud please,it may seem unprofessional" some of the harbinger started to wheeze on his confession.

"kids these day.. just admit you like her,we all know you had your eyes locked on her,we all know you write so many love letter unsent to her" Pulcinella word made Pantalone face is now redder than before.how do Pulcinella even know his secret!?

"I swear my eyes just start following her on their own,no,no,no it not like I like her or anything!"Pantalone denied it,but he's sure his face tell everything.

"what that? The ninth kicking his feet, giggling and staring at the Noble princess? So unprofessional" the doctors gave him a snarky comment as he placed his hand on Pantalone shoulder

"did someone mentioned me? Or is there something I could help with?" Great,it just the time they're talking about you and you show up.

"look Pantalone it your little beloved sweetheart " la Signora teased, pointing directly at you,while you just peeked there in confusion

"oi! Shut up all of you!" Pantalone shouted as he burry his face in his arm

"little beloved sweetheart?" You asked in confusion but quickly catched up on what are they talking about. Oh.what.the.fuck. now your face is red

"your- your Highness we're sorry for the confusion and noises it truly nothing important"Pantalone once again tried to shrug it off the topic but it far too late now

"I'm sorry for my tone and rudeness but he has a things for you dear noble princess,he has a bunch of unsent love letter for you,would you kindly help his dream and fulfill his little crush on you"Dottore explained the whole situation to you,you sure as fuck your face is now redder than Before

"This is so embarrassing and unprofessional" you quickly closed the door. Leaving the harbinger wheezing inside

[theshippirate22]

maybe it’s because i’m a broke college student with crippling depression but i love the idea of Aziraphale meeting this broke college student who came into the shop to see if he had a cheaper version of the textbook they needed and like instantly just fell in love with them in the same sense that you realize a puppy is a part of your family or that a piece of art would not make your house home unless it’s there. So he miracles them the textbook and loans it to them free of charge and they don’t really know what to do with that so they keep insisting that there has to be something they can do in return and Aziraphale randomly comes up with some task for them to do.

but actually shocker! they end up needing a whole bunch more books throughout the year and they always go to check Aziraphale’s shop first. He’s always thrilled to see them and the same sort of exchange occurs where they request a book, he miracles it into the back room and then they perform some menial task to “pay” for it, like changing lightbulbs or dusting shelves or even once helping assemble a new shelf that had come in the mail and Aziraphale had no idea how to go about hanging it on the wall but a drill and a youtube video later it’s ready to go.

this goes on for a long time, this little charade, and “Good morning, Mr. Fell,” becomes “Hello, Aziraphale,” becomes “Azi! Are you here?” and “I’m looking for-“ becomes “Do you know anything about-“ becomes “I’ve brought coffee-“

Slowly, Aziraphale catches on that this kid has a bad relationship with their parents and a worse relationship with themselves and it’s a whole load of nonsense to reassure them frantically that they’re always welcome in the shop and really, it’s no trouble at all, and you needn’t come and “make yourself useful. sit right there, i’ll bring you some tea.”

Until eventually they’re stopping in three or four times a week to look at whatever Aziraphale’s gotten his hands on that he’s particularly excited about or to have a cuppa or to taste whatever Aziraphale’s been baking (he’s gotten loads better, they must admit) or just to be away from school/dormitory/home for a while

sometimes, Azi’s… partner… is there, usually flung about whining about something or other and drinking, and at first they believed him to be standoffish but realized quickly that it was all just a bit of a farce to get Azi to take care of him. He’s awfully good at fretting, they would know.

Crowley even helps with maths homework sometimes, when they’ve got their head face down on the desk over Calculus, and he’s quite good at it really, knows lots of things about numbers and measurements. sometimes, he says he has to know, how else could he build galaxies and nebulas the way he did? They think this is one of his dramatic bits; he’s got a few of those, but sometimes when it gets dark out, he’ll pull out a star chart and show them all the little pieces of a section, and he’ll tell them what the stars looked like when they’d first been born, describing such lurid color and beauty that sometimes… they wonder if he really does know something…

That bookshop becomes the quietest, softest, homiest place in the country and really they’re there more often now than home and seeing Azi and Crowley more often than their own father and mother and really, maybe there is no point to wanting to kill yourself because Crowley will go on his little bit about the farm and Azi will roll his eyes but assure them that actually, he’s right, hard things are ineffable but life is worth living and there’s something so sacred about falling asleep hunched over Psychology textbooks in the dim light and knowing that Azi will carry you into bed like a child (he’s says theyre a tiny little thing; even if it’s not true) and the lights will all get hazy and Crowley will put on records if gets the chance- usually something slow and low unless Azi can get Saint-Saens on first- and it’s the feeling of being loved again, with the laughter and whispers from the other room and yes, you know what? They’ll be properly good on the farm, bad days are ineffable, but life is worth living

[gabessquishytum]

something something a/b/o with wet nurse!hob. alphas dream and calliope have just had orpheus, the pregnancy was hard on calliope because female alphas can carry a child but it's not easy for them, and she's barely producing any milk. and then omega hob, whose little roybn is fully weaned but hob just. does not stop producing milk. single dad hob (divorced? widowed? had robyn after getting desperate and finding an alpha to help him through his heat and wasn't careful enough with condoms?) who happens to be nearby while dream tries to feed orpheus, but orpheus won't take the bottle, dream's clearly Despairing, orpheus is wailing, and hob is. soaking through his shirt.

plenty of handwavey "i know this is incredibly weird but this is my son i promise we're both healthy and i only want to help" later, dream gets to watch as this lovely stranger of an omega cradles his baby to his chest, cooing sweetly at the pup as orpheus happily nurses away. dream's already plotting ways to get hob to come home with him. he's not going to ask him to move in until calliope gets a chance to meet him, that would be rude.

he doesn't need to ask, of course, because calliope does. she gets the story out of them when dream comes home with an omega in tow, she looks at hob, at their happily sleeping baby, at dream clutching at hob's hand, and offers hob their guest suite.

-🐈‍⬛

I’ve been thinking about this all day. No kidding.

Like…. Hob feels so guilty but he couldn’t help the instinct that was telling him to help and feed the pup, his own body is still pumping out a whole lot of hormones because Robyn is still only little and sometimes the hormones take over the brain a lil bit. He totally assumes that Calliope will be upset/mad at him for breastfeeding her baby without her permission but she’s honestly just relieved and pleased that Orpheus isn’t crying!!! Calliope is obvs an amazingly caring mother and she’s been despairing because Orpheus isn’t feeding well, and now it’s like a miracle just walked into her house!

Calliope can also definitely tell that Hob is struggling - he can’t work right now because he’s a single parent to Robyn and there’s no way he’s sending his pup off to nursery when he’s still so young. Having a baby is expensive and Hob is tired and worried, and he doesn’t really want to raise his pup in a flat over a pub, but he doesn’t have much choice… until Calliope gently asks him if he would at least consider moving in?

Hob is torn between being utterly smitten by these two gorgeous alphas and their amazing, beautiful home… and the fact that he’s fiercely independent and he doesn’t want to make himself anymore vulnerable that he already is. Eventually he agrees to move in for Robyn’s sake (and for Orpheus, because he’s a pretty damn cute pup).

Of course Orpheus absolutely thrives after a few weeks of nursing from Hob. Calliope is full of praise and admiration - they do the feeding sessions together, with Orpheus snuggled in his mother’s arms while he feeds from Hob (and Robyn tries to get in on the action too, bless him). Calliope and Hob are best friends within days, and within a week he’s developed a massive embarrassing crush on her. It matches the other embarrassing crush he’s got on Dream, so that’s something.

With two pups in the house, it’s pretty inevitable that Hob, Dream and Calliope all fall asleep in the same bed at some point. After a night feed Hob is exhausted and ends up passed out in between the two alphas, who dutifully cuddle up and keep him warm all night. He wakes up feeling safer and more content than he has is many, many years. And it occurs to him that he probably won’t be moving out, even after Orpheus is weaned.

[edosianorchids901]

The Epitome of Sloth

For @book-omens-week Day 6: roleswap

“I thought this was just supposed to be about, well. Non-interference,” Aziraphale said weakly, head swimming.

“It is! Mostly.” Crowley was pacing a bit, back and forth beside the bed, which made Aziraphale rather more dizzy. Something about the rapid movement flickering in front of him. “But you’re sick.”

“I’m not sick,” Aziraphale protested, then sneezed. His head began to spin even more. “Angels can’t get sick.”

“Right. Right. Well, whatever you are, it’s not good.” Crowley held up a hand to stop Aziraphale’s protest. “Nonono, that’s not an insult. I just mean you’re in pretty rough shape right now. Not really up to doing the whole angelic blessings thingy. Definitely not up to walking out of London to bless the weary travelers or whatever.”

“Weary pilgrims,” Aziraphale corrected, then had to close his eyes. Oh, he did not feel well. Crowley was certainly right about that, even if Aziraphale had to consider him wrong on most things as a mere matter of principle. “So, what are you proposing?”

“We swap roles, at least for the day.” Crowley plopped down on the edge of the bed, and Aziraphale moaned in vague protest at the swaying movement. “I’ll go off and take care of your angel business. Do up your blessings and miracles and divine ecstasy or whatever other damn thing is on your to-do list.”

That did sound awfully appealing, as sick as Aziraphale felt. He curled up tighter under his blankets, shivering. Crowley laid another blanket across him. “Thank you. But if you’re off doing my job… what sort of demonic things am I supposed to be doing?”

He felt a slight pang of guilt for even considering it, but that wasn’t what worried him most. At the moment, he was so dizzy that he likely couldn’t stand up. He was in no shape to tempt anyone into anything.

“You, Aziraphale, are gonna stay right here in bed and not move until I get back. Get it?” Crowley asked, nudging his arm. Aziraphale gave him a baffled look. “You’re indulging in sloth. Most demonic thing there is.”

Aziraphale tried to rub his eyes, but he was far too exhausted to even raise his hand. “Are you entirely certain that counts? I… I don’t want to let you down. Er. Let down my side of the… thingy.”

“Arrangement. And yep, I’m sure. I’ve got it easy, honestly, nothing could go wrong.” Crowley thumped the mattress, and Aziraphale winced. “You stay right here, got it? Be as lazy as you like. Indulge yourself.”

Aziraphale’s idea of indulging himself involved some rather yummy foods, a good book, and preferably Crowley’s presence somewhere in the same building even if they weren’t in active conversation. But he was too queasy to eat, too tired to read, and Crowley had to leave.

First, Crowley helped him drink water and washed the sweat from his face, then sauntered off to play angel for the day. Aziraphale sank into his own current role, that of the epitome of sloth.

He didn’t quite fall asleep. Wasn’t much fond of sleep, as a rule, and only occasionally dozed off while reading a less than interesting book. Sleep seemed such a waste of time.

But he was in no shape to resist the murky, shadowed land of near sleep. Whenever he opened his eyes, everything went all spinny, and that was not particularly enjoyable. So he kept his eyes closed and let himself drift.

Sometimes, he thought he might have dozed enough to dream. Little bits of pieces of things that didn’t make sense crept into his awareness. Sunlight, or the smell of flowers, or walking down the road. Perhaps he really was dreaming.

When he smelled the blood, he was quite certain it was a dream. There was certainly no reason for there for be blood.

And then the words pierced through his daze, a steady mutter of “ohshitohshitohshit…”

Aziraphale forced his eyes open, blinking several times to try to clear his head. It didn’t work very well, everything still blurred and the room spinning, but things did clear enough to make him rather alarmed. “Crowley? Why are you bleeding all over my bed?”

“Whoops, sorry.” Ashen, Crowley gave a brittle smile. “I’ll go bleed in the corner of the room instead, shall I?”

“No, that’s not what…” Aziraphale managed a weak gesture to the bloody mess of Crowley’s shoulder. “I thought you said nothing could go wrong. What happened?”

“Something went wrong,” Crowley snapped. He was trying to peel cloth from the gash, then apparently gave up and just held a wadded up black shirt against the wound. “Was heading to do the blessings, but there were these robbers…”

“And they tried to rob you?” Aziraphale asked.

“No! They went after the pilgrims. And I was, y’know, supposed to be doing your blessings and everything, protect the weak or whatever angelic shit, so I went up to them.” Crowley was swaying a bit now, and Aziraphale caught the side of his tunic. He wouldn’t be much good if Crowley started to fall, but still. “Anyway, I said, Look, there’s plenty of other people to rob, why don’t you go find some richer targets?”

“And then what?” Aziraphale asked.

“And then they stabbed me.” Crowley sighed. He was swaying more now. “Pilgrims took care of ‘em, I guess. I fainted a little. Got the blessing done, but that pretty much wiped out the rest of my energy, haven’t been able to focus enough to heal this…”

Under ordinary circumstances, Aziraphale would have offered to mend it. Crowley had been tending to him through his illness, after all. But his own energy and focus were quite obliterated. “I suppose you ought to lie down, then.”

Crowley gave him a startled look. “Nnh?”

“Lie down.” Aziraphale tugged weakly at his tunic. “And don’t make me repeat it. I’m tired.”

“Sure you don’t mind me getting blood all over your bed?” Crowley said sarcastically. But he laid down with a shaky breath beside Aziraphale, trembling. “Ooh, ouch. That’s—ngk—really not fun.”

Aziraphale patted his uninjured arm. “You’ll be just fine, dear boy. Rest up. Engage in sloth with me.”

At that, Crowley managed a weak snort. “Guess I will.”

While Aziraphale would have much preferred that his friend not be injured and that he, himself, not be sick, the prospect of engaging in sloth today was rather lovely. Still, he couldn’t quite resist. “And you know, Crowley, that really was quite good of you to come to the aid of—”

“Oh, shut it,” Crowley grumbled.

[grey-sides]

greye.. steve and billy wearing each other’s letterman’s and freshmen think that billy’s name is steve and steve’s is billy because of it..

Anon! This is a wonderful idea and I took it and made it slightly funnier because Billy's Letterman jacket is from California. It's "hard" to Letter in 1 year so I imagine he would have gotten a jacket from there. Also, did you know that if you Letter more than once they just...give you additional felt letters? You only get one jacket, unfortunately.

“Stevie!” Billy shouts from where he’s sitting way too close to the fire in Steve’s backyard. “Bring a guy a jacket, would you?” 

Steve stares at him blankly for a minute, in what world is Steve responsible for making sure Billy doesn’t freeze to death? It’s probably the world where he allowed Dustin Henderson to tell him to take care of some demon dogs, so Steve turns on his heel with a defeated sigh. 

The thing is, Billy is broader than Steve in the shoulders, his waist is a little less tapered, he can’t exactly take one of Steve’s pullovers without stretching it out. And Steve doesn’t have an abundance of hoodies, his mom thinks they make him look sloppy. So he’s left with virtually only one option. 

Steve’s fingers close on his Letterman jacket, earned his junior year for placing first in Regionals for swimming. It’s kind of a weird texture, but generally warm and Steve stares at it for a minute before deciding fuck it and bringing it down for Billy. 

Sure, this sort of thing is usually reserved for a girlfriend and not the guy you tolerate who sometimes sucks your dick. But this jacket is kind of big on Steve so it’s guaranteed to fit Billy’s stupid biceps. And no girls Steve knows deserve to have his Letterman. At least Billy also has a Letterman jacket from California. 

He tosses it directly at the back of Billy’s head when he gets outside and flops back down into his pool chair. Steve has his Members Only jacket on as always, collar turned up to protect him from the biting wind. 

Billy grins and leers at Steve as he slips it on, stalking over to flex in the fucking jacket. As if Steve can see his muscles through the thick sleeves. At least the kids aren’t around to make fun of them. Nancy and Robin are, but they’ve been cuddled up in the same pool recliner and keep making eyes at each other, so Steve kind of doubts they’re going to notice. 

And Steve can’t bring himself to care much anyway when Billy straddles him on the pool chair and shoves his tongue down his throat. And if the way Steve shoots off almost as soon as Billy gets a hand on his cock is any indication, he might find Billy wearing his Letterman jacket a little too attractive. 

When they eventually make it upstairs, long after Robin and Nancy have left, Steve falls asleep almost immediately. His brain is absolutely connected to his dick because he always does this, passing out right after he cums. 

When Steve wakes up in the morning, Billy is gone and so is his Letterman jacket. Steve mutters a curse under his breath, but tries not to be too torn up about it, it’s not like he was using the damn thing much anyway. 

***

Steve gets him back though when Billy convinces him to go skinny dipping in Lover’s Lake. By some miracle (Billy being an asshole), Steve’s shirt ends up in the lake and he stands there dripping and shivering until Billy offers him his California jacket in maroon and silver. 

“Damn,” Billy mutters when Steve shrugs it on and shoves his hands into the pockets. “Maroon looks better on you, pretty boy.”

Steve just grins and decides he’s never giving it back, it’s comfortable, more comfortable than his own that Billy still hasn’t returned. And a part of his heart flutters when he thinks of Billy wearing a jacket embroidered with a cursive “Steve” across the lapel.

***

There are a couple new kids on the basketball team this season, freshmen who are showing real potential, Harrington. They’re okay, but they’re new and consequently they don’t know anyone’s names. 

Steve’s not sure if it’s because his reputation has stopped preceding him or if it’s because these kids just came out from underneath a rock. But for the first two weeks of playing together they exclusively call him Harrington and Billy, Hargrove because their last names are on the backs of their t-shirts. 

Billy decides for the both of them to not give any of the kids a helping hand and introduce themselves. So they’re only going by their last names until the cold snap moves in. 

Steve takes to wearing Billy’s jacket because it’s warmer than his Members Only jacket, and sure enough, Billy takes to wearing Steve's. Steve teases him because the green washes him out, and Billy finds ways to neg Steve about being whipped for wearing another guy’s jacket. It’s fun, it makes Steve’s heart flutter to know that maybe giving Steve his jacket had been Billy’s ploy all along. 

But it gets even funnier when the freshmen start to pay attention to their jackets. One asks Steve about California and he gives the kid a bewildered look before telling him it's beachy. Another asks Billy if he can help him out with his backstroke for the next swim season and Billy gives him a sly grin and says something rude about a girl stroking his back. It’s just kind of odd and out of character for these freshmen to even be approaching them at all outside of practice. 

Nancy is the one who cracks the case. She has a class with one of the freshmen boys who is apparently very good at calculus. 

“Well he was sitting there, talking to one of the girls that he knows Steve Hargrove and I was completely confused, so I asked him to describe Steve. I swear he described Billy, blue eyes, blonde hair, a mean streak,” Nancy explains over lunch. 

Steve furrows his brow and looks at Billy, making a face. “Steve Hargrove?”

Nancy glances between them and fixes Steve with a wide-eyed look. “Yes! Because you’re wearing each other’s jackets!”

In unison, they glance down at said jackets, with their names embroidered on the lapels. Billy snorts and drags his finger along the curly Steve and Steve murmurs “Billy Harrington,” under his breath.

It sends Steve’s heart aflutter all over again and he snuggles into the jacket a little more. 

[cod-dump]

Been thinking about that sandman and price ship the anon mentioned

They were together for a while, and both teams went on missions together often because of this. However they decided to break it off, because Sandman was nearly killed because Price got something wrong. He was scared of losing sandman. They remained on good terms because there was no bad blood between the two, and would sometimes join forces together on missions that required a trustworthy ally.

Price didn't know 'down the rabbit hole' would possibly be their last goodbye.

When Sandman had gotten hit by the shrapnel from the car, Price felt time slow down. This was a mess from, from start to finish. His intel was bad and they’ve lost good men today. But he refused to let one of those men be Sandman.

The fact they got out alive, Price clutching the bleeding Sandman as exfil got them out of there, it was a miracle itself. Sandman was taken straight to surgery to save him, Price unable to do anything but pray to the god he didn’t believe in. He stared at the clock most of the time, anxious and tears threatening to spill. He was such a fool.

After hour a nurse comes to him. He jumped to his feet at the sight of her.

“How is he?!”

“The surgery was a success, he’s going to be fine.”

Price almost cried out in relief.

“I won’t lie to you, it was touch and go throughout the procedure. Someone was looking out for him.”

Price almost looked up at the ceiling but didn’t.

“Can I see him?”

“He’s resting and will probably be out until tomorrow.”

“I don’t care… Can I sit in the room with him?”

The nurse nods and takes him through the halls to the room Sandman was in. Seeing him out of gear, covered in bandages and pale form bloodloss— Guilt wracked him. The nurse directed him to a chair near the bed.

“Let him rest.”

She left them be, Price staring at Sandman. His normally beautiful hair looked dirty, his strong body now looked so frail. Price sniffs before taking the chair and moving it next to the bed. He gently takes the sleeping man’s hand and cradles it in his own, afraid he would break.

“I’m so sorry…”

Price laid his head on the bed, still holding Sandman’s hand, as he cried. He almost lost him. All because of rotten information.

At some point Price fell asleep, head nestled against Sandman’s hip. He wasn’t sure how long he’s been there, only that he was exhausted and in pain from the angle he’s been resting at. Fingers gently comb through his hair and it felt nice, loving. Price’s eyes snap open, realizing only one person could be doing that.

He sits up and Sandman is smiling tiredly at him, “Hey, John.”

Price tears up immediately, Sandman cupping his cheek.

“I’m okay, love.”

Price wanted to crawl onto the bed and lay with him, but he didn’t want to risk hurting him. So he just moved closer and rested his head on his arm. Sandman leans over and kisses his head, trying to joke with him.

“The fact a shitty little Honda almost took me out.”

Price looks at him and Sandman’s face falls, “Too soon?”

“I almost got you killed…”

“Hey, I almost died choking on a pea. I would rather be taken out by a car.”

Price sits up straight, “Sandy—“

“John, it’s okay! I’ve had countless near death experiences, what’s one more?”

“Because you almost died because of me!”

Tears fell down his face and Sandman seems to understand what was bothering Price. He takes one of Price’s hands and brings it to his face, kissing the man’s knuckles.

“John… it’s not your fault this happened.”

“It is! I’m the one who got the intel, who lead us through this-“

“Bad intel happens all the time.”

“But this time almost took you-“

Price stops himself from talking, swallowing back his tears. Sandman just tilts his head before kissing Price’s knuckles again. He then tugs on the man’s arm and coaxes him to lean closer to him. Their kiss was soft, Price melting against him. When they finally pull away Sandman strokes Price’s face.

“I’m not going anywhere. You hear me? It’s going to take a lot more than some shitty Honda to take me from you.”

Sandman kisses him again like he was trying to convince Price of that. Price sighs, pulling away from Sandman before resting his head on his chest just so he could listen to his heartbeat. Sandman puts a hand on his head, lightly scratching Price’s scalp, knowing how much the man loves it when he does that.

“I’m not going anywhere…”

Price closes his eyes, letting Sandman’s heartbeat calm him. Remind him that he was indeed alive.