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#Falling asleep together

scholastic-dragon · 2 years

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Flufftober Day 9: Falling Asleep Together

Mikey x Fem!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Splinter being a dad™️, spelling mistakes, Mikey having ADHD and having a small sensory overload, slightly insecure Mikey, Mikey doesn't like change,

Summary: Mikey's girlfriend comes over for a sleepover

He wasn't nervous.

He was terrified.

You both had had dozens of sleepovers, some planned, some not. He'd lost count of the times he'd woken up on the couch with you in his arms after movie night.

But now you guys were exclusive. Together. An item. Boyfriend and Girlfriend officially. His name had a heart in your contacts and he had a Polaroid of you both in his wallet.

But now, he was freaking out.

He invited you over for another movie night like he did every Friday, and you asked to spend the night. No. Big. Deal.

But when he told the others during dinner, he had a horrible realization.

"Wait, what?" Mikey gasped, fork almost falling from his hand, staring wide eyed at his brother.

Raph scoffed, talking around a bite of his dinner. "Where else would she sleep? The couch?"

Donnie added on, pushing up his glasses. "You guys have fallen asleep countless times on the couch, what's the difference between your room?"

Mikey was speechless, he felt slightly silly from how chill they were being. This was a big deal!

For most of his relationship, Mikey had gone to Raph for advice since he already had a girlfriend. But now he felt unsure, he felt rushed and like the decision wasn't his own.

He didn't want your sleepovers to change just because you guys were dating now. He didn't want anything to change, he doesn't like change.

"It's way different!" Mikey protested. At that moment Leo walked in, having finished his evening meditation.

"What's different?" He gets a plate of food, sitting down beside Donnie.

"Mikey invited Y/n over for a sleepover," Raph mumbled, taking a sip of his water.

Leo raised a brow, glancing to Donnie who elaborated. "He thought she would just sleep on the couch,"

"Is she not?"

Raph chocked on his drink, coughing loudly. "You're joking right?" Raph started to laugh, Donnie shook his head, chuckling quietly.

"Where else is she supposed to sleep?" Leo genuinely asked, taking a bite of his dinner.

"His bed!" Raph kept laughing, shaking his head and rubbing his hand down his face.

"That's a bit soon, don't you think?"

"That's what I was trying to say!" Mikey said, gesturing to Leo across the table.

"Why is everyone yelling?" Splinter sauntered into the room, holding an empty cup of tea.

All four bowed their head in respect before looking to Mikey.

"I invited Y/n to come and spend the night,"

"Something that happens quite often," Splinter nodded, walking over to the cabinets and taking out his kettle and filling it with water. "Doesn't explain why everyone was yelling,"

"Raph and Donnie think she should sleep in my room with me, but it feels really soon for that-"

"You've literally fallen asleep on the couch with her in your lap, how is this different?" Raph interrupted.

"It's different, Raph!" Mikey felt his body getting hot, he didn't understand what the big deal was.

"Do not talk over each other," Splinter didn't raise his voice, holding up a hand and silencing them. "Michelangelo, if you are comfortable with it, Miss Y/n can sleep in your room, since it is your space you get to decide, not your brother," He shots a small glare to Raph, who looks away and takes a bite of his food.

"Anyway, tell me about how your days have gone," Splinter pulls up a chair at the head of the table, smiling warmly at Mikey. Mikey gave a simple nod as a 'thank you' grateful to change the subject.

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Mikey was cleaning his room, or at least trying to. He started by putting all his clothes into 2 piles, clean and dirty, but then he got distracted and had to take care of all the soda cans and water bottles that were lying around.

Once those were all gone, he noticed all the crumbs on his blankets, taking his arm and sweeping them to the floor, he pulled his comforter up and fluffed his pillows.

There was a soft knock on the doorframe, Splinter stood with a soft smile.

"Michelangelo, may I have a word?"

"Uh, yeah," Mikey moved around his bed, going back to moving his laundry.

At his confirmation Splinter entered the room, tucking his arms in his sleeves.

"I can sense your unease about Miss Y/n coming over," Mikey sighed, not facing his father and folding his clean laundry into piles. "Where is this coming from?"

Shoving the folded piles into his dresser, he shrugged. "I don't want her to think I'm trying to push her into doing stuff she doesn't want to do,"

"I think you're reading too much into Raphael's words," Splinter watched his son frantically move around the room, it was the fastest he's ever seen him clean.

"What do you mean?" Mikey finally paused, glancing over his shoulder at his Sensei.

"I believe that you assume when Raphael and Donatello say that you and your girlfriend and going to sleep in the same bed, that certain....romantic activities are going to take place," Splinter pauses, thinking of his words, purposely not mentioning Mikey's slightly scared and disgusted face. "But nothing has to happen that you do not want to. If you are not ready to share a bed with her, you do not have to."

Mikey sighed. "I'm just afraid I'm going to mess something up, I care about her so much and I'm just scared I'll do something or say something and it'll drive her away,"

Splinter stepped forward, placing a hand on his sons shoulder.

"If your affection is what drives her away then she is not the one for you. If she is willing to work and fight for this relationship then she will address anything that may bother her,"

Mikey nods, looking up at him. "Thanks, Sensei,"

"I'll leave you to finish your cleaning," He smiled warmly, slowing shuffling out of the room.

Mikey sighed, rubbing his temples, thinking about his dad's words.

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An hour later you arrived, duffel bag and warm smiles all around.

Taking off your shoes and slipping on your slippers that you kept here, you wrap Mikey in a tight hug.

"Hi, baby," You whisper, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Hi, Anglecakes, you ready for movie night?" He seemed a little less exited then normal, speaking softly.

"Yup, I brought both DVD's we suggested so we can pick from those," Unzipping your bag you pull out the DVD's showing them off. He smiles, taking a step back from you.

"The others are calling it an early night...if you want to we can watch it in my room," He winces, expecting you to shut him down.

"Okay, that's fine,"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't want to deal with your brothers if they got woken up from the movie," You laugh softly, already walking past him to go to his room.

He follows after you like a lost puppy, closing his door behind you. You set the duffel bag down by his dresser, going over to his TV and setting up the DVD's.

"Do you have a preference for what movie you want?" You ask over your shoulder.

"Uh, no, nope, whatever you want, baby," He rocks back and forth on his heels, sweaty hands shoved into his pockets.

You put in the disk you want, raising a brow. Mikey never called you just 'baby' normally it's 'anglecakes' 'babycakes' or something else ending in 'cake'.

Maybe he was just having an off night.

You go to the bathroom and change into comfy pajamas and snuggle onto Mikeys bed.

He's taken off his gear and his mask, leaving him in his basketball shorts. He awkwardly settles in bed next to you, leaving a wide space between you too.

The movie starts playing and Mikey sighs, wanting to take a breath and just relax. But the movie you put on is a rom-com, all about romance and the do's and don'ts of relationships.

He feels himself start to sweat even more, hands shaking slightly, hoping you don't notice.

You notice almost immediately, it's clear he's overwhelmed about something. Nothing was different about tonight right? You'd both watched this movie before and Mikey had said he liked it. He always loved your printed cat pajamas so it couldn't be that. Was it because you were in his room?

"Mike?" He swallows hard, roughly ripping his head away from the TV to your face. "Are you okay?"

He nods too aggressively. "Yeah, yeah, just a....a lot of things on my mind,"

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You move your hand, gently touching his forearm.

As he went to answer, the main characters started making out on screen. He shut his eyes, hands covering his ears, folding in on himself.

"Mikey," You coo, getting on your knees and coming toward him, rolling your eyes at the TV and pausing it. "Mikey, are you alright?"

"It's all too much," He mumbles into his hands, not moving his hands from his face.

"It's alright, baby, just take some deep breaths, I'm right here, okay?" You touch his knee and rub soothing circles on his shoulder.

His chest heaves as he tries to regulate his breath, shoulders shaking.

"Was it the movie?"

"No, it was everything around it,"

You raise a brow, scooting closer to him. "What do you mean baby?"

"It's our first sleepover," He says almost shamefully.

"We've had a ton of sleepovers before this, what about this one is different?" That word triggers him even more, he groans rubbing his face.

"It's not different, I don't want it to be different! I want it to be the same!" He admits, chest heaving. You can't tell if he's panting or crying.

You rub his shoulder, wanting to ask more but knowing it'll make him more nervous. You give him time to think over his words, breathing deeply and shaking.

"I-I, I've never had a girlfriend sleep in my bed and I'm nervous it'll change things, I like how our sleepovers were but I feel like they can't be the same 'cause we're dating now," He lowers his hands, biting his lip and swallowing hard.

"Baby," You cup his jaw, turning his face to look into his bright eyes. "Things don't have to change, we don't have to do anything you don't want to. I'm fine with whatever you want,"

He sighs, opening his arms and pulling you into his lap, hugging you tightly. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he exhales shakily.

"How about, instead of watching a movie? We play some Mario kart? It'll help relax you," You pull away, running your hands up and down his arms.

He nods. "Yeah, yeah, I'd like that,"

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You both play Mario Kart until Mikey has to fight to keep his eyes open, blinking rapidly and shaking his head.

"Alright, let's go to bed, you can't keep your eyes open," You're just as tired, getting up and putting the controllers away.

"Right, bed." He swallows thickly, his nerves coming back.

Shutting off the game and TV, you crawl into bed, pulling the covers back. Mikey stays at the end of his bed, not looking at you.

"Do you want me to stay in here with you?" You ask, he nods, looking over his shoulder.

He gets up, walking to his side on the bed and gets under the covers. You do the same, leaving some space between you two.

"Can I put my arms around you?" He turns on his side, nodding and opening his arms for you.

You snuggle close to him, wrapping your arms under his and gently rubbing the soft skin between his plastron and shell.

He pulls you a bit closer, bumping your nose with his, putting his arms around your middle, fingers caressing your spine.

You move to tangle your legs in his.

"Wait," He tenses, a hard line on his brow. "No, no legs," He mumbles, eyelids getting heavy.

"No legs," You agree, moving them back, still holding him in your arms. He sighs, looking up at you with big blue eyes.

He's snuggled with you plenty of times, but having you in his arms as his girlfriend made his head spin.

His hand moves, pushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear, running his knuckle down the side of your face.

"You're perfect," He mumbles, pulling you closer, tucking you head under his chin.

"So are you,"

Finally closing his heavy eyelids, he exhales, focusing only on the feeling of your hands on his sides and your slow breath.

Maybe change isn't so bad after all.

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tags: @flufftober @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @mysticboombox @strawberrycakeblog

#flufftober #flufftober2022 #flufftober 2022 #flufftober day 9 #day 9 #falling asleep together #tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #tmnt mikey #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey x reader #tmnt michelangelo x reader #tmnt imagine #tmnt headcannons

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alidravana · 2 years

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He Keeps Me Warm

Author: Alidravana

Fandom: Call of Duty - Advanced Warfare

Ship: Jack Mitchell/Gideon

Length/Rating: ~1.7K, Teen

Tags: Grief/Mourning, Past Relationship(s), Drunken Confessions, Supportive Teammates, Alcohol, Vomiting, Hugging, Fluff and Angst

Summary:

Mitchell finally breaks down about losing Will; Gideon is there to help him through it.

My entry for the alt prompt for @flufftober: Falling Asleep Together. I have also made this part of a series, so if you'd like to start from the beginning, go here.

Please enjoy reading (here on A03)!

#flufftober2022 #altprompt #falling asleep together #call of duty #advanced warfare #gidchell #drunken confessions #fluff #angst #past Will/Jack

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asoulsreverie · 2 years

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In Your Arms

Tasm!Peter × fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.3 k

Summary: just you being sleepy and Peter caring for you. Based on @flufftober 2022 alt prompt 3: falling asleep together

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: maybe none, but I'd like to mention that college workload should be considered a warning.

Reblogs appreciated

Please do not copy my work or translate them to any other languages. Please do not repost on any platforms.

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The moment Peter’s eyes find you in the sea of students, his eyebrows furrow a little, concern flooding his eyes. You adjust your bag on your shoulder as you make your way to him, giving him a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Oh bug, you look exhausted” he says, pulling you into a hug. You immediately melt onto him, closing your eyes.

You are exhausted, the past week has been very busy. You had to work late last night on a project that your partner couldn’t help with because they had been sick. You had barely been able to squeeze in two hours of sleep before the next day. You hum against him as he positions himself so he could look at you.

“Just had a long day, s’all” you tell him, punctuating the sentence with a yawn. “S’ up late last night”.

He gives you an understanding smile. He has been in such situations before; after especially tiring days of college and his nightly patrols. You were always there for him, even if all you did was hold him when he was drifting off to sleep, running your fingers through his hair. He takes your bag from you despite your protests, holding your hand as he slowly guides you to the walk towards the subway station.

He talks to you about his day in his adorable Queens accent, but all you can do is look at him. The sun is low in the sky, the orange and red hues making him glow in the light. His doe eyes are lit up in an excitement that you only see when he talks about certain things; all brown and warm like honey. Being with him feels safe; feels right.

Your eyes get heavy and it’s hard for you to keep up with his words. You hold onto his arm, placing your head on his shoulder. You get lost in him, not even caring to watch where you walk, knowing he’s going to guide you.

“Hey”, he says, gently nudging you to wake you,"you still with me, Love?”

“Mmm, yeah… yeah just dozed off a bit… what were you saying?” you say, rubbing your eyes to see you have reached the stairs to the station. You both climb down slowly, Peter keeping you steady, as you wait for him to say something.

“I was saying we can cancel the movie tonight” he says as you reach the bottom of the stairs. Suddenly you’re completely awake, a mess fumbling of apologies. He wanted to watch this movie for weeks and had gotten you both tickets days in advance, and it still slipped your mind.

"Pete I'm so sorry I forgot" you say checking the time "We can still make it if we-"

"It's ok, bug. We can watch it some other time, 'tis just a movie." he says with a reassuring smile.

"Are you sure? I don't want to stop you if you want to watch it. I can go home myself, you don't have to-"

"It's ok bub, I want to be with you" he says, the smile never leaving his face and you blush in spite of yourself. You don't question it when he pulls you along to the train you both are supposed to take to your apartments.

Despite the evening rush, you both manage to get seats together. You would normally talk during this time, but as soon as you sit down, you realize how tired you are. Your legs ache and your eyes start closing again. You feel Peter bring his hand to yours, intertwining his fingers with yours. You are too tired to look at him, so you give his hand a light squeeze that he returns.

You drift to sleep almost immediately, your head finding its way back to Peter’s shoulder.

Peter gazes at you adoringly. You’re snoring quietly, not enough to be heard by others because of the crowd. He smiles to himself. You look angelic when you’re asleep, from the way your mouth is slightly agape to the little furrow of your eyebrows. You'll probably also get some drool on him but he couldn't care in the slightest. You with him, safe and happy is exactly what he wants.

After twenty minutes, you both reach Peter's stop. He insists that you spend the night with him, rather than having to walk home sleepily. Peter wakes you up and you start your short walk to his home. The nap has charged you up enough for you to think clearly. So when you reach Peter's place, you go to the kitchen to help with dinner, while he goes to his bedroom. A part of you was guilty he could not watch his movie, so maybe you could help around to the best of your abilities.

"What are you doing?" Peter asks as you look around the fridge for ingredients.

"Making dinn-"

"I thought we could order in tonight." he says, gently moving you away from the fridge and closing it. "Your clothes are on the bed, we can sleep early tonight".

"What about your patrol?" you ask him, though the idea of leaving him doesn't sound that good to you.

He smiles at you and kisses your forehead, a silent answer to your question. “Freshen up, I’ll order something”

You go about your self-care routine and change into the clothes Peter took out for you. It’s your favorite pair of sweats and the shirt of his he knows you find the most comfortable. When you come out of the bathroom, Peter is in the bedroom, finding himself a change of clothes. He tells you that food will reach in ten minutes and goes to the bathroom himself.

He comes out as you take out the plates and glasses for dinner, a few minutes after the food he ordered is delivered.

Walking up to you he wraps his arms around your front as you lean back into him and close your eyes. He sways you to a song you listened to together a few days back, humming the slow melody. You both stay like this for a while, reveling in the love you have for each other. He then kisses your cheek gently, before you both sit down for dinner.

The used dishes are kept in the sink, a task for tomorrow. The empty boxes of take-out are discarded, the leftovers kept in the fridge.

You both are now in bed, your head nuzzled into Peter's chest. His heartbeat is steady and rhythmic, lulling you into a slumber as you breathe in his comforting scent.

"I'm sorry you had to miss the movie" you say quietly "and patrol, I didn't mean to keep you from it".

"Bug, you are the most important thing to me" he reminds you, tilting your chin so he could look at you, "you will always come first. I love taking care of you, and I will, for as long as you'll have me".

He looks at you with a look of pure love, his eyes bright with a promise you know he means to keep from the depths of his heart. Your eyes sting slightly with tears, emotional at his declaration.

"I love you Peter" You smile at him "Always and Forever". He leans in to kiss you softly, his lips making you feel like putty in his arms. You snuggle closer to him and return to your original position, your face pressed to his chest.

His breath is warm in your hair, arms securely holding you close to him. He can feel you drifting off to sleep as he places a kiss on your hairline, whispering a soft 'good night'. As he gets a mumble in response he closes his eyes, a loving smile adorning his face as he too slowly falls asleep.

#flufftober2022 #The Amazing Spider-Man #Alt 3 #Falling asleep together #Peter Parker #Tasm Peter Parker #Tasm #Fanfiction #Peter parker fanfiction #Peter parker ×you #Peter parker × reader #asoulsreverie

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em-writes-stuff · 2 years

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Flufftober and Whumptober day 9

@flufftober @whumptober-archive

prompts: falling asleep together, caught in a storm

characters: nyks, emberly

warnings: none :)

a/n: this is set after echo dies :(

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Nyks really does hate Emberly. She does. But sometimes, it's so hard to remember. Especially when she’s so tired and Emberly’s already bundled up on the couch. Especially when she’s drinking a warm cup of tea and the sun’s long since gone down. And especially since there’s thunder in the distance.

Surely she’ll still hate Emberly enough after just one night, right? Probably not. But Nyks doesn’t care enough about hating after it starts drizzling just loud enough for Nyks to hear it pattering on the roof.

She sighs and grabs Echo’s blanket from the couch and tosses it over her shoulders. She grits her teeth, “Can I sit with you?”

Emberly looks up, eyebrows knitted together in confusion. She stares at Nyks, taking in the smallness of her, wrapped up in a blanket she doesn’t remember making, and the barely held back tears in her eyes. She smiles, scoots over and opens the blanket up to Nyks.

They sit shoulder to shoulder, Nyks’ head resting lightly on Emberly’s shoulder.

“God,” Nyks says. “What happened to us?”

Thunder booms nearby, making the windows rattle. Emberly fidgets with a loose string on one of the blankets.

“Well,” she starts. “We’ve never had to be alone together for this long. I think that’s why Echo told me to stay away after…”

The rain falls harder, slamming against the house and Nyks curls further against Emberly.

“It would have loved this.” Emberly whispers. “Always loved the rain more than I thought anyone should be able to. Especially here.”

“Yeah.” Nyks says. “Loved that about him though. Sometimes I think it wanted it to rain forever.”

They lean into each other and sit in silence, slowly falling asleep as the storm slowly intensifies.

#whumptober #whumptober2022 #no.9 #caught in a storm #flufftober #flufftober2022 #falling asleep together #fluff #whump #fluff fic #whump fic #em writes #em writes stuff #my writing #nyks fyre #emberly drewitt #my ocs

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mari--lace · 2 years

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Today's chapter goes to Claire and Matt, because I love them (gen, ship, I just love them. I love Claire so much).

#flufftober2022 #clairedevil #claire temple #matt murdock #alt 3 #daredevil #daredevil fanfiction #fanfic #falling asleep together

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 6 months

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getting older can be so amazing? you get more familiar with yourself. learn tips & tricks for troubleshooting your own brain. trial & error helps you build routines that minimize discomfort, maximize reward. your preferences/interests don't get set in stone, but you do find out which ones are going to stay with you in the long-term, and which ones are fun but transient joys to appreciate in the moment.

you learn that the world is so much more complex than you were taught, and that that's okay, and that there's an endless supply of things you can learn or watch or experience or think about if you want to. if you're lucky, you loosen up, stop putting so much pressure on yourself. if you're lucky, you learn to recognize that negative inner voice, and whack it with a baseball bat until it hushes up. if you're lucky, you learn to treat yourself gently, not because you are fragile but because you are worthy of gentleness. (i hope you are lucky.)

and some things will change. some things will get better. some things will get good. and maybe you start to recover from the dehumanizing stress of childhood/education. maybe you learn the power of your own autonomy. maybe you learn how to walk away from bad situations (which is a superpower even if you don't realize it yet). and you get to choose your own clothes. and your own food. and which relationships to pursue! and what you do with your free time. and with your life (but don't worry you get to choose that gradually). and that's crazy! and sometimes scary. and extraordinarily, indescribably precious.

#not a shitpost #and as long as you are alive there will be another good moment waiting for you in the future #the profound joy of your favorite foods #the incalculable luxury of waking up and lounging in bed and falling back asleep #a cold glass of water after a walk in the hot sun #petting an excited dog. a cat rubbing up against your ankle. the sight of a confused chicken #glorious these beads we string together to form our own existence #getting older means time is passing. and i hope you are passing that time in ways that make you happy #i hope you have so many moments of joy that they can be as easily counted as drops of water in the ocean

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napping-sapphic · 8 months

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tbh if a girl fell asleep on me she’s getting the full cat experience like i’d die before disturbing you “oh just wake me up” like stfu no i will sit there with my locked up joints for hours making this face at you🥺

#wlw #wlw mood #sapphic #sapphism #lesbian #1 am and im typing this one handed because im holding our cat like a baby with the other #id try to stare lovingly at you #but tbh unless the position is uncomfortable enough i would probably also fall asleep #which- still top notch tbh #nap together staring lovingly while the other naps #idc it’s all romance to me #im gay and i like sleeping

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fanfictasia · 1 year

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Flufftober Day 30

Alt. Falling Asleep Together

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Shadows of Tomorrow

They go into the cabins after making the hyperspace jump.

Marr isn’t surprised when Anakin follows them, even if he’s never actually seen Anakin sleeping, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t. Marr honestly doesn’t really know how they all ended up snuggling on the floor together, but no one says anything.

Anakin is between them, and Marr scoots closer so they’re touching. Anakin’s left hand reaches down, taking his hand, their fingers interlinking. The room is dark, beyond the lights on Anakin’s armor, and something about that makes it even more… comfortable, in here.

“Is that even comfortable?” Marr asks in a low voice, eyeing the odd angle Anakin has his helmeted turned at.

“It is… acceptable.”

“We came in here to sleep not talk,” Obi-Wan grumbles, though Marr is pretty sure it’s only to complain about something – because he always seemed to do that in the past, and maybe partly to change the topic.

He can feel Anakin’s faint amusement as they fall silent again, beyond the sound of the respirator, and he can’t ignore the affection that flares through him. He can feel a reflection of it from both of them. They’re finally back together again – both with the person they saw as a father figure, and it’s with that thought that he finally lets himself drift off to sleep.

None of them move from their mostly asleep state until the alarm beeps, indicating they’re exiting hyperspace.

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felsicveins · 2 months

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Do you think that julien and jd are going to get together again? Man i am clawing at your leg begging for them to have that happy ending.

Part of me feels julien genuinely loves and cares for jd, and that the guilt of what happened and the shame of what he did follows him like a lost dog. Hes never going to know what happiness feels like as long as he doesnt have his boy. And that eats at him. He feels pathetic for begging but at the same time what does he have left to lose? Dignity? He lost that the day john found out about the lip syncing. About everything.

John might be in a similar boat, having the guilt eating at him. He hates what julien did. But does he hate him himself? Fuck if he knows. All he does know is that the ache in his chest is a pain in the ass and that no matter what he cant go back to alcohol to subside it. So what can he go to? What can he do? He needs to be strong, to set his foot down. But even though he acts like he despises the guy, he still has that fucking wedding ring. He still has that ache. Sure there were others, but those were casual even in marriage. But this? This had a plan. A promise.

And that was broken. Years ago.

I wonder if they’ll ever fix it.