#and then i went straight back to sleep 😴

[halorvic]

🐌🥳

#still an uphill battle when it comes to doing any kind of art these days... sigh... #small win that i managed to finish drawing something though. finally. #anyway i hope everyone had a good nye/ny #i fell asleep on the couch and was woken up by nearby fireworks that were lit at midnight #and then i went straight back to sleep 😴 #scribblin' #ocs

[steviewashere]

Your Body is Warm Next to Mine

Rating: General CW: None Apply! Tags: Post-Canon, Post Season 4, Established Relationship, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Steve Harrington Likes Back Scratches, Eddie Munson Likes Giving Back Scratches, Eddie Munson is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Domestic Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together, Tired Steve Harrington, Sappy, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names

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(Two Times Eddie Scratches Steve's Back)

😴—————😴 1.

“Getting tired, baby?”

Steve hums. He wants to feign wakefulness. Pay attention to the rest of the movie that Eddie put on. Keep talking and cuddle in close and eat junk food. But he’s wiped. A long shift at Family Video earlier in the day with the addition of a few errands he had to run afterwards, tired doesn’t even cover what he’s feeling. Something more akin to mush. Just a heavy fog. Partially floating. Partially sinking into his spot on the couch. “Could say that,” he mutters.

The movie’s dialogue comes to an abrupt stop, most likely from Eddie pausing it. Then, the player whirs as it rewinds the tape. The TV crackling when it gets turned off. Hands wrap around Steve’s, warm and welcoming. They squeeze and tug lightly. “Alright, Stevie, let’s head up to bed,” Eddie murmurs.

He follows in a sludge. Through their apartment’s hallway, past the bathroom, and straight into the center of their bedroom. Steve shucks his pants off, replaces the polo he’d been wearing with a plain grey t-shirt, and unceremoniously collapses into bed. Behind him, Eddie chuckles, still carefully getting dressed into his pajamas. His hand gently taps at Steve’s left calf, ushering him to move up the bed and over to his spot. The left side meeting his skin like an early morning breeze.

Once Eddie lays on his side, Steve grabs for his right hand. Places it on his back. And then shimmies down into the mattress. One arm under his pillow, the other laying between them. He opens his eyes, raises his eyebrows slightly, and tries for his best pleading glance to where Eddie’s hand lays on his back.

He sighs into his position when Eddie lightly rolls his eyes, but immediately works his hand under Steve’s t-shirt. His eyes flutter close again, but he doesn’t fall asleep quite yet. Instead, he quietly requests, “Tell me about your day?”

With the tips of his fingers, Eddie begins by tracing the edges of Steve’s scars. Over the thick tissue, around the planes of sensitive and plush patches. He takes an easy breath and begins to whisper, “Well, I woke up while you were in the shower this morning. And I didn’t want to interrupt your little concert that you were having—“

“I don’t sing in the shower,” Steve feebly argues.

Eddie chuckles under his breath. “Hmm, must live next door to George Michael then,” he muses. His thumb presses into the top of Steve’s spine, running down in a single line. “But I didn’t want to interrupt, so I went out for a little walk around the complex. There weren’t any strong winds. Nobody was outside that early except for a couple smokers. The light breeze was on my face. Felt amazing,” he murmurs. His hand flattens against Steve’s back, swiping up and down and over his shoulder blades. Pressing more firmly where resistance meets his touch.

Continues, “But then, my little walk was interrupted. By the couple that lives in apartment 6A, y’know, on the second floor? Screaming and hollering at each other. They were arguing about—“

“Her dirtbag husband cheating, which was obvious from the start,” they say in unison. Steve snorts and nuzzles his head further into his pillow. His eyes droop more with exhaustion, but his breathing doesn’t completely slow. Still looking on at Eddie for more.

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs. “Told you about it when you got out. You then called Robin and told her all about it. I went to the kitchen while you guys talked. Smiled to myself as I poured coffee into our special mugs.” Steve’s mug is a yellow one that says ‘Keep a Smile on Your Face’ in red text. Eddie’s is a Seattle Pike Place Market mug—white with an array of colorful fruit on it. “Put creamer in mine, the vanilla one that you complain is way too sweet. Splash of whole milk in yours. Set it out on the dining table and made you toast; heavy coat of butter, thin layer of strawberry jam—not jelly.”

During Eddie’s recount, Steve has shuffled closer. Squishing his left arm between their bodies. Nearly nose to nose with each other. Eddie drags his blunt fingernails in counter-clockwise circles on Steve’s lower back, almost tickling him with how light the pressure is. He hums in delight.

“Grabbed oranges for us. Sat at the table and waited. Did the daily crossword in the newspaper before you had the chance, which made you slightly annoyed, but not furious.” Eddie leans into Steve’s space more, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose. Grins to himself when Steve closes his eyes and smiles back. “Gave you the sports page. Which you read while peeling our oranges. And then you passed me yours, I removed the pulp from it. We ate in silence. I sat and thought about how much I love you,” he whispers almost like a confession.

Steve doesn’t say anything, instead basking in the soft touch he’s been given. Soaking it all in, letting himself be drenched with it. His chest warms pleasantly and his stomach flips at Eddie’s words.

Eddie taps his index finger over several areas of Steve’s back. Counting with the lowest and gentlest voice he can muster. Takes the edge of his fingernail and traces lines between the spots. “What’re you doing, Eds?” Steve sleepily asks.

“Making constellations,” he mutters. Eyes watching where his hand moves. “See, here’s a star—“ His finger pats. “—And here’s another,” he states, drawing another line. “There. That’s one constellation. Here comes one more.” Steve lets him do this. It’s the first time this has happened, but he certainly doesn’t want it to be the last. There’s four more constellations that he makes before running his palm heavily against the whole of Steve’s back. “Anyway,” he sighs. “Then, you went to work. And so I cleaned a bit. Did the dishes, wiped the table, organized our movies. Watched a couple reruns of Family Ties. Took a nap and dreamed about you.”

“Dream?” Steve mumbles.

Eddie kisses his clothed shoulder. “Kissed you in it,” he answers. “But I woke up. Made us some dinner. Spaghetti, your favorite. Even grated the parmesan by hand. I know—I’m a very fancy guy, it comes with the name.” Steve makes a half-hearted snort, too muffled by his exhaustion to be a real sound. “You came home. Made my dream come true, kissed you by the door. We ate. Started watching Animal House, with my insistence, even though you tried to protest.”

“You don’t like it,” Steve sighs.

“I do,” Eddie insists softly. “I just like to tease you a little. But I didn’t tonight because I could tell you had a very long day. Dead on your feet, sweetheart. Then, before I knew it, you were half-asleep against my shoulder.” He kisses Steve’s forehead this time. On his cheek. The lobe of his ear. Another to his shoulder. However, he doesn’t go in for one on the mouth. Steve’s breaths have completely slowed, his lips puffing slightly with each exhale, and his eyes remain closed and relaxed. There’s already a line of drool creeping to run down his cheek.

Eddie drags his hand one more time down Steve’s spine. “Night, baby,” he whispers. But it’s washed out by Steve’s soft snores. He tucks the comforter around them, tighter than it was before. Lays himself half over Steve’s back. And kisses the back of his head. Ready for the next time he’ll do this all over again.

——— 2.

Eddie draws him in a little closer. Pressing them against each other’s sides. Steve wraps his arms around Eddie’s waist. Sets his head on his shoulder. And Eddie digs his chin into the top of his head.

They’re an hour into The Labyrinth when Steve gives a sleepy nudge to Eddie’s hand. Reaching behind himself to place Eddie’s palm on his back.

“Over the shirt or under?” Steve is asked.

“Over,” he answers through a sigh. Leans his full body weight into Eddie and watches the next several minutes of their movie knowing Eddie has him. Enjoys the way the dull scratches move his t-shirt, the soft rustle of his clothing being shifted. How his nails dig into him a little bit more on his softer parts, but how they traverse the scarred blades with caution. The circular motions of his fingers a gentle lull.

He hums at the sensation. Falling into it all a little more.

Eddie always enjoys giving Steve back scratches if only to see him fall asleep. Even if it’s on the couch, while they’re watching one of his favorite movies. He switches between etched lines and tracing the shape of Steve’s shoulders blades. Goes from circular scratches to whole palm sweeps. Just to make sure that Steve continues his late night nap. He can always tell when it’s been a long day by two things: when Steve takes a nap, and how he asks for his back to be scratched.

Sometimes, Steve will just ask the question. Usually when he’s more lucid or if he’s still slow to waking up. But, typically, it’s forcing Eddie’s hand on his back. Leaning into the touch. Nuzzling in close and all too warm.

It’s forty minutes later when Steve does wake back up. Rousing gently, slowly. Instead of startling awake like he does with a nightmare. His shoulders shift, shimmying nearly. Arms tighten around Eddie’s waist. Rubbing his cheek against Eddie’s shoulder, lips smearing on his shirt, the drool wetting Eddie’s skin a bit. “Mm, sorry,” he mumbles, “fell asleep during the movie.”

“You’re alright, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs right back. “Back scratch must’ve been good.”

“Should get a job as a professional back scratcher,” Steve says. But his words slur slightly, as if he’s already trying to go back to sleep. It probably doesn’t help that Eddie is still moving his nails over Steve’s shoulders, up to the base of his neck, down his spine.

Eddie snorts. “Getting sleepy, baby?”

“Yeah,” Steve admits with a sigh.

“Alright, Stevie, let’s get you to bed.”

And he starts their nightly routine all over again. Shutting off the movie. Hauling Steve up. Indulging when he wants a back scratch. Telling him about his day.

“It was a great day,” he begins, “because I was able to love you.”

😴—————😴

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #tooth rotting fluff #fluff #domestic fluff

[ghost-wysteria]

Can you do if yn just came in their house just saying nothing and ingoring them and just going straight to their bed and sleeping 😴 ☠️

I love this and i had way to much fun with this, also im going to make this where the reader gets extremely sleepy for no actual reason(lmao me with an iron deficiency),(also modern au ig)

Coming into their house and saying nothing and lying on their beds

Vance: you had a long day at school and just wanted to lay down, but you got locked out of your house, so your next location was vance hoppers house, you forgot to knock on the door and just let yourself in, you went straight to his room where he was in the bathroom, you just flopped down on his bed, sighing aggressively, he came out ready to attack someone breaking in, only to find you, on his bed. "y/n what the fuck are you doing here? y/n? are you dead?" Come to find out, you had already passed tf out.

♡

Billy: you wanted to see your boyfriend and you were extremely tired, you had slept plenty but that didnt matter, billy had invited you over to his house that day, but you were supposed to show up in a few hours, not at 6 am on a Saturday, billy was out delivering newspapers and he left his door unlocked, so you just walked right in, his parents were off at work already, about 30-45 minutes later, he came back home, after he put his shoes away and put the dog inside the fence, he walked up the stairs and went into his room, only to find you, dead asleep on his bed, sprawled out like a starfish(me), he sighed and carefully moved your limbs into a more, usual position, and covered you with his blanket and kissed your cheek.

♡

Finney: you both had just gotten home from baseball practice, after sitting at home for a good ten minutes you got bored of your house and decided to go over to Finney's, you knocked on the door and gwen opened it. "Hes in the shower, but come in" so you came in and went to his room, you sat on his bed, and you did intend to wait for him, you did. But you got really sleepy and decided to just "rest your eyes" when Finney came out he was shocked to see you to say the least, he didnt expect you over already, so he woke you up. "Come on y/n get up."

♡

Robin: you remembered that you and Robin were supposed to do homework together, so you slipped on your shoes, stopped by the grabNgo, walked your silly little ass over to robins house and knocked on the door, his uncle answered. "robins in his room" "thank you sir" you smiled and walked to robins room, robin was on his game and didnt hear you, you were already tired before you even left your house, and as you walked in you realized that, you and robin weren't supposed to do homework today, you were supposed to do it tomorrow, so you ultimately decided to just flop down on his bed, not even kicking off your shoes, as robin just watched you in confusion, you were out like a light.

♡

Bruce: you decided you didnt want to go home today, you didnt feel like it, besides, Bruce's bed was the best place to sleep, so, you turned left, away from your house and onto the street bruce lived on, you knew his parents wouldn't let him hang out with anyone on a weekday, he has to study, so you climbed through his window, his was at his desk doing his homework, and you just waltz over to his bed, took off your shoes and your flannel, and cuddled up underneath the blankets, bruce heard rustling and turned around, he saw you in his bed, cuddling up with his stuffed animals. "y/n wtf your not supposed to be here!" He whisper-shouted at you, while you just ignored him and fell asleep.

<333

Hope you enjoyed :D

#male reader #x male reader #finney blake #vance hopper #x ftm reader #bruce yamada #robin arellano #billy showalter x male reader #billy showalter #bruce yamada x male reader #finney blake x male reader #robin arellano x male reader #vance hopper x male reader #the black phone #tbp yn #tbp

[larcenywrites]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write some headcanons of what sharing a bed with Tony is like/includes. Young!Tony and/or regular Tony, whatever you prefer. Also, you can include some smut too if you want or it can be about literally just sleeping together, it's all up to you. Thank you!!

omgggg 🥺💛 sleepy boys !!

Headcanons | Sharing a Bed

Warnings: mild sexual references but there’s a lot lol | swearing

young!Tony Stark

💠Honestly, always tired and always ready for a nap. He hates to be woken up, and really just waking up in general. He's a pretty light sleeper, and easy to stir, which is probably why he's so grumpy for those first ten minutes when he does wake up. So, getting him up can be a nightmare sometimes! Especially if you're an early riser or need him up early for something. You'll have to start even earlier, because he'll need about ten minutes to sit there and pout, and another ten to drift in and out of sleep 😴 If he really doesn't want to get up, even if you have plans, he'll just pull you into him and keep you there until he's asleep again.

💠He moves around a lot, stretches dramatically, and will end up hitting or kicking you. He forgets you're there half the time, and sometimes he just- rolls on top of you... but he likes being there anyway 😌 If you fall asleep cuddling or really close to him, he won't move around as much, which is nice and all, but sometimes personal space is nice!

💠He will straight up take your blanket or pillow at some point, if all that moving around hasn't already pushed it somewhere else! He's not used to sharing a bed, and not with someone he cares about. Luckily, since it's so easy to stir him, all you need to do is ask for it back and pet his hair. He'll either mumble a sorry or something very incoherent as he gives it back, with no recollection of it later. But even with all of that, he never seems to talk or walk in his sleep, save for those half-asleep grumbles!

💠Cuddles! Snuggles! A smothering engulf! Whether it's to sleep or not, a lot of your time in bed will be spent like this. He tends to sleep the most peacefully through the night in your arms, or with you against his chest, but it's just not realistic to do every night, even for him 😔 Though, as said earlier, sometimes he ends up on top of you, or he might wake up and decide to throw your arm over him and huddle into your side or share your pillow. There will be plenty of times when you wake up wrapped in those arms that weren't there when you fell asleep, or you may even have your arms wrapped around him ❤️

 💠You'll probably be surprised to learn that he doesn't eat in bed, and if you do… well, at least pick up after yourself! He'll get a little irritated, but you must understand that house rules are/were very strictly followed, and he does like to keep his environment pretty clean and orderly, if you can believe it. But… sometimes he'll allow it. Sometimes you sneak in snacks while he's doing homework, and what's he gonna do? Say no??

💠Sorry if you're shy, but he's going to sleep in as little as possible 🫣 Completely naked if he can get away with it, but he can manage in boxers or sweatpants if need be. He gets hot easily, it's fewer steps if he has to groggily get up to pee in the middle of the night, easy access for you and him, and honestly, he doesn't see the point in wearing clothes to bed. He's going to put new ones on anyway, and if it's cold, he has more blankets 🤷🏻‍♂️

💠You'll never know what position he'll end up falling asleep in, and he might end up in a different one than he went to sleep in anyway! He might be on his stomach and wake up on his back, or he may stay on his side all night… before ending up curled in a fetal position right against your back! Hopefully this won't wake you up and bother you too much, but if it does, all you have to do is cuddle up to him. He doesn't seem to move so much when you're close!

💠Sometimes he has trouble sleeping, and is usually using that insomnia to tinker around in the garage or finish an entire week's homework. You can try and keep him corralled, but as soon as you're out, he's out- of the room, that is. Usually he's asleep as soon as you start playing your fingers through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck, but there are times when even that doesn't work, and you'll just have to let him ride it out. Honestly, it probably happens more than you think :/ No wonder he's always so tired!

💠And speaking of homework, a lot of it will be done in bed, whether you join him or not. It's safe and comfy and private, so it's definitely a go-to spot to focus, and maybe to goof around every other problem without getting scolded. And if you join in, it can become a pretty fun game 😉 you're already in the privacy of the bedroom and on the bed, after all!

💠If you like to read in bed before going to sleep, you may have a very annoying Tony on your hands while you try to do so. If you're in bed with him, that usually means he gets 24/7 attention, so when he's not… he's going to be in your lap or tapping his fingers on your thigh, sighing like he's bored out of his mind or asking you questions he doesn't actually care about. He just doesn't have anything to do, and he's not a fan of reading, so he gets restless. If you can manage to multitask a little, try to play with his hair or rub shapes in his skin. Maybe he'll even fall asleep and leave you alone 😌

💠He's not a loud sleeper. Rarely makes a mumble and only snores a little when he's on his back. But if you're a loud sleeper, it might take him some time to get used to it before he's not waking up at every little thing. That also goes for if you move around a lot. He'll get used to it, but there may be a few times when he just hugs you really close and tight to try to keep you from moving around so much 😅 Stop squirming! 

💠He's like a space heater, so if you get cold easily, then that's great for you! But if you also tend to get hot at night, it can be a problem when he refuses to get off of you, even when he's just as hot! He'll appreciate it, though, if you tend to be cold, and then he definitely won't be getting off of you anytime soon (and you may not want him to!)

💠He washes his sheets pretty often. Remember, he likes a pretty clean space! However… he also forgets to replace those sheets, and sometimes forgets to put them in the dryer until late at night or forgets to get them out of the dryer until it's time for bed. Oops! Usually there's a second set, but if he got behind and there's not… there's going to be a time or two where your bed is just a few throw blankets 🤧

💠He rarely has nightmares, and you may not even know when he does. He'll just be really twitchy and might kick his legs a time or two. It never seems to wake him up, but if you notice, don't be afraid to curl up to him! Bury your face in his neck and throw an arm over his waist. He tends to calm down pretty quickly, and he's always happy to wake up to you snuggled up to him 🥰

💠If you want to watch a movie, you should probably keep it to the living room. If he's in bed, he'll just fall asleep :/ He'll just get so warm and comfy when he's cozied up to you in bed! Especially when you're softly giggling here and there, and even better if you're holding him. He'll be out like a light! Besides, at least in the living room you can eat snacks, and he can't exactly lay down and get quite as comfortable on the couch.

💠Of course, we have to acknowledge the elephant in the room… Tony is always a little frisky, especially when you're already in bed and probably not wearing a whole lot 😏 You could be half asleep in his arms and suddenly a hand is tickling up your spine, or you thought he was half asleep against your chest and suddenly teeth are nipping at your neck. The bed won't be such a restful place as long as he's around! And while he doesn't like to be woken up, he won't mind if you take advantage of his nudity to get him up a different way 😉 don't worry, he'll make sure to return the favor! Well, if he can wake up before you, that is…

Tony Stark

💠Still a light sleeper and luckily less grumpy when he wakes up/is woken up. He's used to getting up at all times of day, and on anything from half an hour to seven hours of sleep, so he can spring out of bed as if he's a morning person with the best sleep schedule ever! He's pretty tired, like, 90% of the time, but he's powered through it for so long that he doesn't really notice anymore :(

💠He still tends to move around a lot, though thankfully without kicking you or stealing entire pillows. He just shuffles around on his side of the bed, almost like he's restless or can't go to sleep. Even if you fall asleep close or cuddled, he's still going to be moving around a tiny bit, and sometimes accidentally grinding on you... and then he'll definitely be restless 😏 When he's really tired, he won't move a muscle. This is usually after he's been awake for literal days or when he gets beaten to hell and back :(

💠He may not take any pillows, but all that movement and rolling tends to make blankets fall off the bed, and sheets get pulled and tangled. Then you're both waking up in the cold! He doesn't mean to, and doesn't realize he's doing it. You might try to tuck the sheets under the mattress for a few nights to see if it helps, but it actually makes him thrash around more! It makes him feel trapped, and that can lead to a much worse outcome than something as minorly inconvenient as pushed-away blankets. You'll definitely get used to it. You probably deal with worse tbh

💠Cuddling in bed is the best way to bribe him into getting some rest, and he's always ready to cozy up to you! He'll always be happy to fall asleep in your arms, and even with the occasional twitch, he's always going to sleep the most peacefully throughout the night 🥰 Holding onto you always helps him stay anchored to the present, too, so you'll definitely be waking up in his arms a lot of mornings ❤️

💠Definitely still doesn't eat in bed, and please don't do it either 💔 Some habits he grew up with just stick around, and while it's not always perfect, he still likes a tidy space. And with all his problems, the last thing he wants is to fall into a bed full of crumbs 🥲 Besides, like he has time to eat in bed 🙄 He'll make an exception if one of you is sick, or maybe it's a special occasion, but otherwise it's still a pet peeve of his.

💠Again, he's sleeping in nothing! Sorry! He may occasionally wear something to try and cover up that mini arc reactor in his chest when he's feeling insecure about it, but otherwise, he still doesn't see the point in wearing clothes to bed, and he still gets too hot at night. He'll probably try to convince you to do the same 😘 but he'll suck it up if he has to wear boxers or joggers

💠Speaking of that damned electromagnet, sometimes it's like sleeping next to a flashlight 😪 If you like having a nightlight, you're good to go! But if you prefer sleeping in as much dark as possible, it can probably get annoying when he's hahalfwayut of the covers and turned towards you, or maybe you wanted to cuddle, but goddamn that thing is bright 🤧 Try not to say much about it- he knows and he can get self-conscious :( Hopefully you'll get used to it! And if not… try to sleep on your other side? He can't really do much about it :(

💠Usually always on his side, but if you want to lay on his chest, he won't complain about sleeping on his back. Sometimes he'll end up on his stomach, but then he'll wake up complaining about his back hurting and he'll be stiff all day... And then he'll want to lay on his stomach again because it hurts. However, he does like to have you laying on his back, and will sacrifice a little more everyday pain to have you there 🥲 But sometimes the pressure helps it feel better! Apparently…

💠Tends to have trouble sleeping. It's not entirely just random bouts of insomnia, though. The poor guy is addicted to working and tends to lose track of time, especially if you're not around to check in on him periodically or drag him away. Force 👏 him 👏 into 👏 bed 👏 Bribe him if you must, drag him if you can. He'll whine, but once he's in bed and you're playing with his hair and kissing his nose, he'll realize how fucking tired he is, and he'll be out like a light! Sure, he'll occasionally have trouble falling asleep, but a lot of the time it's just him not realizing how tired he is until you literally show him! That and… sometimes he doesn't want to sleep if he's had a bad run of dreams for a week or two :/ sometimes he'll hit a bad run of terrors, and doesn't want to keep feeling shitty and waking you up, but then he'll be fine for weeks too! It's a rough cycle, especially when his work keeps him at it for so long and takes any drop of energy he has. If you can get him to stay home for a full week or two, literally just lay in bed with him. He might be restless at first, but he'll appreciate it later!

💠This also means he tends to come to bed late. You may already be asleep, and not only does he feel bad about leaving you alone, but it also means he doesn't get to talk to you before going to sleep himself or get to see that tired smile. No goodnight kisses either 💔 He might 'accidentally' wake you up just so he can interact with you a little, especially if he's been gone for a while. And if you don't wake up, he'll be a little sad, but he'll wrap his arms around you anyway and see you when you wake up ❤️‍🩹

💠If you read in bed or maybe just play on your phone for a while, he still might be a little annoying. He doesn't really read, and he might play on his phone a little, but once again, if he's in bed, that normally means he's getting attention. His head will be in your lap, or pressed to your side. He might fall asleep if your play with his hair, but if you're watching videos or playing a game, you'll keep him pretty entertained, actually! He might even get that game on his phone and play it with you!

💠He's not too loud, aside from the occasional yell or call of your name during a night terror, but he will snore on his back. It's not too bad! It's probably pretty mild compared to all the other stuff you deal with. He doesn't talk or walk in his sleep, which is good because you can probably guess exactly where he would end up and exactly what he would be talking about 🙄 He's a light sleeper, so he'll notice if you're loud. He won't really mind, though. He deals with much worse, after all, and usually doesn't have trouble falling back asleep after stirring. He's awake as soon as you say his name, though, and he will roll over and stare at you and try to figure out if you're awake, having a dream, or… having a different kind of dream 😏 which he won't hesitate to help out with 😉

💠Again, even if you move around a lot, he won't be very upset about it. Unless you're a kicker… then he'll be turning you over or trying to hold you down! And if you accidentally grind on him too?? Well, the bed isn't only for resting…

💠He's always warm and always hot. Except for that piece of metal. It'll always be weirdly cold, and probably even radiates a little bit of that cold 🥶 But having your own space heater to cuddle can be nice if you tend to be cold, and he'll suck it up if you make him too warm because he loves you too much 🥰🥲 Besides he's dealt with worse than a little heat. In fact, he's probably dealt with actual scalding heat, so this is nothing! The AC will probably always be set pretty low, and he might even turn it down lower just to give you an excuse to cozy up to him (and he'll probably be a little more comfortable, temperature-wise).

💠For a number of reasons, the sheets are probably getting changed pretty often. And not just for sexual reasons, but also because of blood, night sweats from night terrors, and just because he likes clean sheets. There are plenty of extra sets, so hopefully one of you will remember to put another set on while one's being washed, and hopefully you won't get too behind on laundry that you'll have to sleep with the blankets from the couch… well, there will probably be at least one time where that will happen. Sometimes papers get piled up, and you're probably traveling all over the place to keep up with Tony, and also probably trying to take care of him. It's easy for little things like laundry to pile up, but he'll think it's funny af when you're both huddled under that throw blanket that you now realize is pretty small

💠Unfortunately, he's often plagued by nightmares. Those shuffles become thrashing kicks that surprisingly seem to avoid you, and whatever those strong hands are resting on is getting gripped rather firmly. He's occasionally left you with a few bruises in the shape of his fingers that he always feels bad about later. When he jolts awake, the whole bed shakes, and sometimes you wake up to yelps. They usually wake him up pretty quickly, but if you're worried that one's been going on for too long, a hand on his shoulder and a soft call of his name usually wakes him up just fine. It'll take him a while to get back to sleep, but if you can't stay awake to talk, that's fine! He'll probably play with your hair or hold your hand, or hide away in your neck or chest. You'll probably both be tired after these nights.

💠Movies in bed? He's on board, but he may fall asleep. Honestly, he'd probably rather watch a show than a movie, especially one with many seasons and only half-hour episodes so he can leave it and come back! And, okay, he'll allow snacks in bed this time 😇 Actually, if you play video games, he'll play them in bed with you! He probably won't play them alone, but he won't mind watching you play something and probably becoming a bit of a backseat driver while he watches 😅 He'll probably fall asleep pretty fast, too, if you're playing something a little calm and low-key

💠We can't not mention what else goes down in bed 😋 Him. It's him going down. All that accidental grinding gets him excited, and he almost always wakes up before you do, so he probably loves to wake you up in a less traditional way 😉 And he won't mind if you do the same, but you'll have to be the one to wake up first! A sweet, sleepy cuddle can easily become playful nips to your neck, and even just a tired glance from under your pile of blankets can set him off! Especially if you sleep just as scantly dressed as him, and pressed against him! Tiredness be damned!

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark imagine #tony stark one shot #tony stark fanfiction #tony stark fic #tony stark drabble #tony stark headcanon #iron man #iron man x reader #iron man imagine #iron man fanfiction #iron man drabble #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel headcanons

[fangirls-fanfiction]

Heya, I know I said I wasn’t planning on posting anything while I was on vacation. But I had already had this chapter half written and between last night and having time with this little bit of rain around where I am I got it done. It’s a little short, but… eh.

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Chapter 7

♦️𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗♠️

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"So uhm... Lemme get this straight..." Henchwoman shook her head. "You two asked the Boss and Miss Queen Dice whether they like each other, and now they're angry with you?"

The girls nodded silently.

"It wasn't obvious to you?"

"What wasn't obvious?"

"That they've got a thing for each other? Any demon could see it! They're just either too prideful or scared to admit it." Henchwoman stopped, dread setting into her expression. "Don't tell them I said that."

"That's exactly what we want to do! We want them to get together!" Mugma'am bounced on the bed excitedly.

"Then they'll hopefully forgive us for what we did yesterday!" Cuphead added, Mugma'am glaring at her for a moment. "Uhm- Can you help us, Henchwoman?"

"Me? How can I help?"

"Don't worry 'bout it too much; we got an idea." Cuphead pointed to herself and pulled Mugma'am closer to her. "Just listen closely;"

😴 😴 😴

The Devil found herself awake in the middle of the night. Glancing at her alarm clock, it read 1:35 am. Sure, she was an early bird, but this was ridiculous. She rolled over, closing her eyes in attempt to get back to sleep, only to find that she just couldn't. Sitting up, she yawned, accepting that her brain wouldn't let her go back to sleep. Maybe grabbing a snack would help get her to sleep faster.

Walking out to her throne room, she yawned once again, slumping to the kitchen. Mid-step, she stopped, hearing something rather peculiar. Though it was completely silent, the demon could've sworn she heard the sound of crying. Quiet, yet very close by.

Listening for it again, the Devil's ear twitched when she heard it once more. Whoever it was, was in the room with her. Confident that it was near her throne, she growled quietly. The crying stopped, but there was no sign of movement whatsoever. The Devil approached her throne, ready to scold her whoever had dared to even go near her throne without her permission.

On the side closest to the elevator, the Devil knew exactly who it was. Of course- Cuphead. She should've know.

She went to pick her up by the collar of her shirt- Much like a cat- And tell her who the Boss was around here.

That is, until it hit her that the girl had been crying. Blinking, the Devil retracted her hand, watching as the girl shuddered while she sobbed. Now and then, she'd sniff or hiccup between tears.

It was hard to say the Devil felt bad for her. The least this little brat deserved was to cry. After everything the girl had done to the demon, it was definitely warranted. In her opinion anyway.

Though seeing the girl crying, not because of the Devil was just... Sad. Not even the funny kind of sad. This wasn't natural. This wasn't right. The Devil had watched sinners fall to their knees, crying, begging for forgiveness. She'd grown all too accustomed to being the causation of someone crying. Not walking in on it happening.

Watching Cuphead upset didn't feel how the Devil imagined it. She always though she'd be laughing at her worst enemy sobbing her eyes out. Now? She felt... Bad. She wasn't sure why or how, but she hated it. Taking a shaking breath, the Devil closed her eyes. And couldn't believe what she was about to do.

"Hey, Cuphead..." She spoke quietly, the girl flinching and stopped crying for a moment. "Are you ok?"

Cuphead finally turned around, quickly wiping her tears away.

"Oh, me? I'm- I'm fine." Cuphead forced a smile. "I'm sorry if I woke you, I'll- I'll go now."

"No." The Devil knelt down to be level with her. "If there's two things I know; it's when people say they're fine, they're not fine; and a dead giveaway that someone isn't 'fine' is that they're crying."

"Man, you're good." Cuphead said, the Devil raising an eyebrow. She was convinced she was just stating the obvious.

"What's wrong then? Not everyone starts crying for no reason in Hell, y'know. They've got to get through at least one round of torture before they break." The Devil snickered, the girl not joining in with her laughter.

In fact, Cuphead just lowered her head, her gaze looking to the ground as she sniffed once more.

"Erm... Sorry..." The Devil scratched the back of her neck. "Do you... Do you wanna talk about it?"

Cuphead shrugged, her gaze still glued to the floor. The Devil sighed, figuring it was no use trying to get the truth out of her. Starting to stand back up, Cuphead suddenly looked back at her.

"Hey, uhm... Devil?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something...?"

"I... I Suppose..." The Devil sat back down.

"Have you... Have you ever lost someone...?"

The Devil took a moment to answer, her eyes darting around, trying to find something to focus on. A lump grew in her throat, her eyes threatening to burst open with tears. Her pride getting in the way of breaking down crying, she took a shaking breath, finally willing to look at the girl again.

"Yes."

"And... How'd you feel? After you lost them, I mean."

"Well..." The Devil said, blinking her tears in her eyes away. "I felt... Angry, confused... Scared... But I mostly felt really sad..." The Devil answered truthfully. "It was like losing a part of me..."

Cuphead nodded, her eyes welling up with more tears as she wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

"Is this about that Kettle lady?" The Devil asked gently.

Cuphead remained still for a moment, only a moment. Before nodding her head slowly.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thanks... I guess..." Cuphead sighed. "I just- I- I just wish I could see her one last time." The waterworks started again. "That- That way, I- I- I- I could tell her how sorry I am... And- And- And take back all of the horrible things I did... All of those things I said..."

Cuphead began trembling once again, burying her face in her hands as she sobbed.

"I'm- I- I- I- I'm sorry! I'm sorry Elder Kettle!" The girl sobbed loudly.

Unsure of what to do in this moment, the Devil sat there, desperately hoping her answer would drop out of the sky. She'd never been good at showing compassion, let alone sympathy. It was enough to make her want to cry too. Though she was too prideful to let that happen again. But she also knew she couldn't just watch. She may not know much about ethics, but she knew what it was like to be left alone to cry. It wasn't an easy thing to do.

Trying to show at least some compassion, the Devil extended her hand, placing a reassuring hand on the girl's shoulder.

Cuphead looked up quickly, almost surprised by the Devil making contact. Offering a smile, the demon went to say something before Cuphead unexpectedly dove in for a hug.

The Devil should've been angry, infuriated even. Touching her without proper permission was strictly prohibited in the underworld. Of course, a foolish mortal like Cuphead wouldn't know that. But that didn't take away from the fact that it was confusing for the Devil; of all people for the girl to hug, why the Devil?

The Devil thought about yelling at her for this and demanding an apology and explanation. Until she felt the girl trembling even more, crying over the Devil's shoulder. It was enough for her to pity the girl.

So rather than getting angry, the Devil decided to try her luck with soothing the poor girl. She was upset enough, the Devil didn't need to add on to it.

Hugging the girl back, the Devil patted her back, immediately calming the girl down. Adding in gentle hushes and whatnot, she did everything she could to stop the crying. Even if it wasn't completely gone, she had to do something.  Surely the girl had quite a head ache from the crying. And sure, the Devil could even say she was doing this to appease her own morals- Which she didn't even know she had.

After a bit, the crying died down to even breathing, the Devil convinced that she had finally gotten the girl to calm down. Relieved, the demon nudged the girl gently. Though Cuphead didn't react whatsoever.

"Alright Cuphead, let's get you back to bed."

Still no answer.

Though there was a small sound of snoring coming from the girl.

"Great," The Devil grumbled to herself. "Just what I needed, now what am I supposed to do?"

The only thing she could do;

The Devil gently lifted the girl, making sure she had no chance at dropping her. Though with help of her super-human-like-strength, the Devil had no problem carrying her.

Though she was still careful as to not wake the little brat while going down the hall.

Getting to the door, the Devil quietly opened the door, as to not disturb the other sister and gave to deal with two winey brats. Though it was successful, as she made it to the bed, gently setting the girl down and covering her up. Quietly heading to the door, she cursed at the hinges squeaking as she began to close it. Growling as the door creaked again, she froze in place when she heard Cuphead's tired voice.

"Goodnight Elder Kettle."

Whimpering, the Devil quickly- And quietly- Closed the door. After it latched, she leaned against the door, rethinking everything that had happened a moment before.

Though confused, the Devil was mostly angry at herself for allowing that whole charade to happen. Who did Cuphead think she was? Hugging the Devil? Sharing her icky mortal feelings with her? Getting the Devil to sympathize with her?

The Devil never thought anyone else would bring out the compassion the Devil had somewhere where there is supposed to be a heart. But it happened. Again.

And it was her sworn enemy.

#welcome back to the casino au #fanfiction #cup sisters #cuphead #mugma’am #queen dice #the devil cuphead #henchwoman #humanized au #genderbend

[hollyjollybaby]

Okay now onto DC posting!!!

So y’all know I’m obsessed with my bumpers group and we’re really tight. We had our first BIG meetup last weekend, it was in DC! I think 35 families went, it was around 115 people total 🤯 I had never been to DC or an east coast state before. It was a ten hour drive. We broke up the first leg into two 5-hour drives and stayed at a hotel in Ohio at the midway point. The way back we powered straight through 😴😴 we got to our airbnb in Alexandria VA on Friday afternoon and left Sunday morning. It wasn’t nearly long enough!

Just like in Florida, Holly was a superstar for this trip. Even in the longggg car rides. We stayed in an airbnb with two of my friends and their kids and one of their husbands, all people she had never met, and within the first 20 minutes she was jumping on the bed and running down the hallway with the other little girl 🥰

The best part of the weekend was having like a smaller more intimate meetup stuffed inside the larger one. My group chat which consists of me and 7 other moms from the group, which we started in January 2021 to talk about baby clothes, has become incredibly close and the eight of us literally text all day every day. They’re like my sisters. Only one of them couldn’t make it to DC, but the rest of us and our husbands and kids all got to meet over the weekend 🥰 it was so amazing. The big group events (the Smithsonian National zoo, and a huge gathering at a beer garden Saturday night) were tons of fun, but the best part for me was getting to stay in a airbnb “village” (3 of our families in one house, 4 in another house right down the street) with my little group and hanging out with all our kids and having girls nights at the houses both nights after the kids went to sleep.

#proof of mom

[television-pil0t]

Unsurprising I went to the mental hospital. The Carolina Center for Behavioral Health. I stayed 2 almost 3 days.. maybe 3 almost 4 days idk. Idk time blindness is a bitch but whatever. I’m back so I’m gonna talk about it because.. GENUINELY what the fuck.

So I was having a episode odviously. Full out psychotic ass bitch. Voices, believing I was god, thinking there were tall black people in my room (shadow people I just like sounding racist) like the whole nine yards. After I got off I’d tumblr swing “I keep hearing shit” or “seeing shit” or whatever I said I’m not gonna check. I called my friend queenie. She was asleep.. of course. Like no duh it was late.

I’m talking to her and I have her my account so know she knows about my awful bad boy tumblr account but I wanted her to understand what was going on. She dead ass is like “daemon this is really bad. Like your not thinking straight.“ I’m like “whatever whatever I do what I want.” I hang up and sleep like nothing happened.

Next day hits me like a fuckibg truck. I completely convence myself to go to the FUCKING AIR FORCE! LITERALLY LIKE

BRO WHAT LMAO!! I GOT IN CONTACT WITH A FUCKING SARGENT BRO!! AT MY SCHOLL LIKE!! ?!?? So I clearly had no intention of.. preserving my life. I get into a PHYSICAL fight with one of my DEAR FRIENDS and tell him to FUCKING KILL MYSELF. Like.. basically pushing everyone away as fast and aggressively as possible so.. as I told my psychologist ”If I say something or do something so bad then I won’t be tempted to come back to them. And they will hate me to much to come back to me.” 😀? What was I on? Nothing MOTHERFUCKER AND THATS THE PROBLEM.

So after that I go home. I told queenie I was going to the military. She’s like “literally don’t cancel that. Like your not doing that. That’s as never in your plans. Your going so far off the rails rn. What’s up with you. You had a whole plan and you’ve gone so far from what you wanted to do like.. your so creative you can really do something with all this..” blah blah blah saying every true stuff but I was insane so I didn’t care. Hung up. Blocked her in everything. Said fuck her she doesn’t undersand me 🥺 and.. she called the police telling them I need to be taken to the hospital..

LMAO I DID BUT I WAS ODVIOUSLY MAD

THEY HAD EVERYONE OUT THERE BEO. The cops were farther down but they were making sure I didn’t try and kill myself or something so they brought everyone.

So I go to the hospital and I’m out of it at this point I can’t lie I barely remember this shit. Straight up. I don’t remember a lot of this whole.. few months because I’ve been stirring up a episode but like.. I really did good on dissociating the entire thing.

I do remember them giving me apple juice but it was open. I was like “can you.. give me another one I’m not happy that it’s open.” And they were like.. :/ and got me another one but THAT ONE WAS ALSO SLIGHTLY OPEN?! SO I WAS PISSED OFF. Because I was like?? ARE YOU TRYING TO DRUG ME LIKE?? WHY IS IT FUCKING OPEN CUNT?! I eventually just said fuck it and drank it and it did have meds in it because I was knocked out in a matter of a few minutes but like.. if they just told me I’d drink it?! I just don’t like they were like.. hiding it.

So some shit happened. At night they would watch me and I’d be like :/ and they would be like 🤨😦😑🫤 and I be like ☹️🥱😴 and that was that. So then..

This nurse?? Come in. It’s like 8 in the damn morning and I’m tired as fuck and she gives me breakfast and asked if im ok. I’m like “yeah whatever”. She’s like.. “do you know why your here” im say “because im a bad person.” He’s like “can you explain to me how.” I’m like “that would be to long and you have other patience and I’d rather just talk without a time limit.” She looks at me with the most.. “damn.. you right but shit” look I’ve ever seen and then leaves after writing something down on her little tablet.

I stay in the room almost all day. They keep checking in me. I keep responding the same.

So at the end of the day.. bout.??? 9 or 10 idk they didn’t have a clock in there. That nurse came back and sat down in a chair. She was like “would you like the light on” I was like “nah it’s better it adds dramatic effect when it’s dark” I make her laugh at this point I’m like “Hehe I’m in baby!” In where idk but lord knows I was fucking ovulating so nothing I was saying or doing was making since. Thinking with my dick and shit or something idk idk.

So we have a long conversation.

She gives me my phone… and I show her my tumblr..

She looks at me with the most 😐😧😦😬😨😰 look I’ve ever fucking seen. Like bro was SCARED.

She sets my phone down.. DOESN’T TURN IT OFF BTW. And goes “so you think you have aspd. You know you have bpd right.” I was like “very aware.” She was like “well.. I think you have some define characteristics of both.” I just kinda was like thinking ok the worst that could happen is that I stay here for like.. a month if I tell the complete truth. So I go all out. Say fuck it. Tell my whole ass truth because I’d im gonna be here im gone leave with a correct diagnosis and help that I need. I’m like “I feel like I’m constantly in conflict with myself about caring and not caring. Like I know I have abandonment issues but I broke up with my bf out of pure anger and then did shit just to hurt him and I did that to my friend when I got into a fight with him and I did that to my mom when she was still alive.” She as like “do you feel bad?” I was like “I don’t know.” She put her tablet down and it felt like she was just taking to me and not working. I know that’s literally just a ploy. She way probably recording the conversation but it felt nice. “Do you know what it feels like to feel bad about something?” I’m like “I think I remember.” And that goes into my emotional blindness and perception. After a while of not feeling a emotion I forget what it’s like and it feels like I’ve never experienced it before and I tell her that and she’s like “well that sounds like both disorders working together pretty well. Do you ever feel like your fighing against someone else in your head” and I’m like I don’t have DID but.. sometimes sure I do. Because it’s hard to keep both feeling in check. I don’t wanna be reckless but the more I think about something the more in convence myself what I’m doing is right.

So we start talking about people. We talk about the first and I admitted it was a bit irrational (now I know it was very dumb but I wasn’t there yet) and we talk about my mom because I just kept being her up and then she looked at my phone again and asked me how I felt about my ex. I was like “I feel like I did the same thing to him as my friend except I feel like I lost feeling.”

This woman said something that ripped my apart. “Did you lose feelings or did you just not remember them once he hurt you.”

Bro I’m gonna throw up at this point. She goes on because I’m completely silent because I never thought of that but she was completely right. “you wanna feel better than everyone else because that’s how you think you deserve to be treated. Do you treat others like that?” I’m like “yeah I treat all my friends well.” She looks at me and she’s like “do you? Do you treat them and say things you’d like to be said to you? Or do you stop being nice once you realize you can’t control them.” And I’m like “I think I’m nice.. I think I say nice things.” And then I remember again.. she was right. I’m just kinda a asshole. Once I realize I’ve lost someone’s “undying loyalty.” I stop caring for them. Happened with my mom. With Mali once he got a gf I almost completely treated him like a completely different person. Happened with khye. And we didn’t even talk about the “others” until the second day but..

I’m like at a lose. I’m really sad because I realized how bad I fucked up and I start feeling empty and like shit. Idk if it was guilt but.. it all made a lot of since

I felt like I couldn’t feel love for a very long time because I just forgot what it felt like. Not that I want loved by my bf I was. And I loved him. It was just I was having a episode and genuinely couldn’t see it or feel it at the time because sometimes in her words “when your long distance it’s hard to hold someone with your words. You seem to crave that. Even if you don’t want the physical affect do you think he hugged you with his words enough.” And I’m like “I think so. He wrote me letters and gave me gifts” and she as like “ok.. did those make you happy or did they make you feel warm. Did they remind you ‘oh yea this person loves me’ or was it more if just.. this is how I should be treated.” And I was like :( because damn girl this hurts. Your hurting me. She was like “did you stop loving your mom when you realized she didn’t do anything worth loving.” And I was about to fucking kill myself because as much as I saw her struggle.. in my mind the bare minimum was her feeding me and giving me a house and shit. That’s all she COULD do. That’s literally it. She could only do a little bit for me and I didn’t feel love for her when I realized that’s all she could do. That’s.. awful. I feel so fucking bad that I thought like that.. and that I thought like that too late before I could change it and be better. Yes she fucked up. We would fight and argue and she would say some awful shit but she also tried so hard to give me a good life with the best possible education and food on the table as often as she could and the fact that I didn’t see that as enough.. that sucks.

She basically kept going on for about an hour or 2 until I was like.. “damn. I’m tired.” She gave me my meds and I went to bed and the next morning I went out and talked to some people.

Met this guy that was pretty neet. I got called into the office and they talked to me some more this after noon. It was basically just “you have very conflicting mental illness and we’re surprised you haven’t ended it all yet. Here have meds.” Lmao

Fr tho. I have autism, bpd, adhd, and some kinda aspd (not officially diagnosed.. or maybe I am but they gave my paper to my parents and I never saw it.) but they were like “Your listed here as a self centered .. extremely selfish narcissist with paranoia, social anxiety and general psychosis or schizophrenia (like all of it delusions, hallucinations, disorganized, thoughts and behaviors etc I was fucked up yeah I know.)

So paranoid schizophrenic with narcissistic personality disorder and religious psychosis. (Supernatural reference) and I was like :/ damn son where’d you find this.

They gave me some meds to take and the. Kinda watched me for a while.. I have to go back and be watched a few more times cuz ya know but I’m not excited about it.

My meds definitely work. I’m not like.. batshit insane anymore but I still have my symptoms because they didn’t cure me. I still have to go to therapy and shit for a while. I feel bad because my friends fucking hated me for a while because queenie told them what happened and tbh I’m surprised I was even slightly forgiven. I don’t use my mental health as like a “sorry I did that” moment but literally they was no other explanation for what that happened. It was straight up I thought I was god full on insane mode and then basic “your think in a shitty way and that’s not your fault but you still have to work on changing it.” Therapy.

Am I gonna apologize. Yeah. When.. idk. I pissed off so many people I’ve the past couple of days including my parents. They didn’t believe me at first but now they feel really bad for everything and shit.

[galaxy12sblog]

Stay away from him..

In the morning, Princess Rainekra is playing with Lavender and Sharpo. While Alastor is sitting on the corner, looking a bit down.

Bubbles: *sleeping on His head*

Mikal saw Alastor is looking sad, so he Swims to him

Mikal: Yo, Alastor, What's the matter?..

Alastor: .....*looks away*

Mikal: Uh, uh, don't give me a "look away face". Look at me.

Alastor: *looks at him*....

Mikal: Good. Now what's the matter?..

Alastor: I just don't want to play.. I'm not in the mood.

Mikal: hmm...*grabs Alastor and swims away*

At the forest

Alastor: whoa! *Giggles* *holding a ball* You better catch it! *Throws it at Mikal*

Mikal missed and the ball went straight to the river, flowing

Alastor: Oh come on!

Mikal: Fu-

Alastor: Don't say that word!

Mikal: right, Bubbles in your head

Bubbles: *sleeping* 😴...

Alastor: *sighs*... I guess..my ball is gon-

Then suddenly, something in the river pokes it's head out of the river, looks tall and scary, has the same age as Alastor, But the mysterious troll looks at him, curiously.

???: Hmm...

Alastor: !!!! *Scared* 😰....

???:.....*swims away and gets Alastor's ball* here you go..*gives it to Alastor*

Alastor: *takes the ball*..um... Thank you..

???:...*smiles* your welcome.

Alastor: Um.. what's your name?

???: m-my name..?

Alastor: *nodded*

???: Pastel

Alastor: Nice to meet you Pastel.. I'm Alastor and this is Mikal

Mikal: hmm..

Pastel: it's nice to meet you guys..see you guys tomorrow? We can..hang out.

Mikal: Absolutely-

Alastor: Yes!😁

Pastel: *smiles* Okay, Bye! *Swims back to the river*

Alastor: *smiles* *looks at Mikal* what?

Mikal: 💢... That was a monster!!! Stay away from him!!

Alastor: bro! Don't tell me what to do!!!😠, He's a nice guy! *Walks away* geez.

Mikal: 💢😤....*walks away*

The end

Mikal belongs to @xxxstarduststuiodsxxx

[teen-cups-au]

FOLLOWER'S SUBMISSION:

💊¡Recovery! 💉

💉💊Part 14💊 💉

(if i remember correctly that's part 14...right..? 😅 In my notes its written in a different way so.. If I ever get confused sorry! 😅😂)

Back to Mugman and Andrea.

The fluid in his lungs was so much it almost filled the tubes! This procedure took 45 minutes! When the procedure was over she slowly removed the tubes but kept the needle. She  put something like a powder. A special powder. She told him to change his potisions. Such us lay straight, on your left /right side, turn around , face up/down etc.

She gently and with a steady rhythm patted his all over his thoracic area and his back, so the powder will go to every area in his lungs.

After that she helped him stand up from the chair and laid him down on his bed. "Wrap your hands around my neck Muggy!" she said. "Im heavy" he replied. "Don't worry I know a way where I don't feel pain if that's what you mean." she said.

Mugman nodded and carefully removed her Indigo hair from her neck. He then wrapped gently his skinny hands around her neck.

She wrapped her arms around his armpits "Im sorry If I hurt you.. On 3 you get up with me okay?" she asked. "Okay" he replied. "1..2..3..now!" she said and got up.

Mugman used whatever strength he had and got up along with her. She gently sat him down and laid him on his bed. "Thank you! Sorry if I hurt you.."

"Don't worry honey! Its okay!! Stay here I will go wash my hands!" she said. He nodded. She exited the room, ran towards the bathroom and washed her hands very well. She dried them and left.

She ran back to his room. Mugman was still sitting on his bed.. With an exhausted look on his face. She took his nebulizer and prepared it.  She put the potion into the measuring cup and then joined it with the breathing mask. The machine turned it into a mist.

She waited 1 minute. Mugman after around 10 seconds he seemed dizzy. His head leaned on the left and right. "Do you feel dizzy?" she asked. Mugman nodded. She lowered the intensity of the nebulizer. She waited another 1 minute. After 10 - 20 seconds he was fine. "Is it better now?"she asked  "Y-yes.. Th-thank you!!" he replied.

She smiled softly. He smiled back. She said "If you feel dizzy again tell me!" , he nodded.

"Sleep now! Okay? " she said softly. She put a small dose of sedative "Thank you!" he said. His eyes felt heavy.. He blinked a few times, his head leaning on the right. His eyes closed.

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Back to Cuphead.

Cuphead had woken up and stretched. "NNNNNGGGHHH!!!!" He put his jacket, pants and walked towards Mugman's room. Mugman was sleeping 😴 peacefully. Andrea saw Cuphead. He waved at her smiling softly. She waved back.

She told him to come. He entered the room and sat next to Mugman. "How is he?" he asked. He caressed the side of Mugman's face. "I removed the fluids from his lungs with success. Djimmi gave me a potion and I put  in his breathing mask. Its quite strong! Why aren't you  going outside for a while? I'll come to see you in a while!" she offered.

Cuphead nodded he looked at him one last time. He got up "Thank you Andrea!" he said and wrapped her in a hug. He was taller than her. Her head was on his chest. She hugged him back. "Anytime Cuphead!! Anytime!" she said softly. He let go and left. He descended the stairs and went for a walk.

He sat down under a tree a few steps away from their home. The sea was calm. The waves smashed the coast. He saw the sunset 🌇. The sky was dark orange. The sun slowly disappearing behind the sea.

He took a cigar, lit it up and smoke. Soon some tears ran down his eyes the tears turned into a heartbreaking bawling. *sob sob sob sniff *

Back to Elder kettle

Elder Kettle came home. "Boys I'm home!" he said. Andrea appeared from upstairs. "Oh! Hello Andrea! Is everything okay?" he asked. She explained to him what happened.

"Mugman had a side effect from some pills.. Cuphead saved him just in time! However he had fluids in his lungs so I removed it and now I gave him a potion Djimmi gave me." she said.

Elder kettle got upset yet relieved. "Is Mugman going to be okay?" he asked. "Yes of course! Mugman isn't in danger for a third severe allergic reaction! He will be fine.. I gave him a sedative and he is sleeping I can wake him up!" 

Elder kettle said "he's been through a lot let him sleep a little!  Where is Cuphead? Would you like to eat something?"  he asked. "I told Cuphead to take some fresh air and.. No thank you!" she said but her stomach complained... She closed her eyes tightly and bit her lips. "Come on Andrea no need to be shy.." he said amusingly

"You take a sit and I'll go prepare the food! I hope you love ravioli!" he said "I love it!" she replied.. When it was ready they ate in silence. She thanked him and said "Thank you! I'll go check on him!"

"No problem Andrea you are always welcomed! Sure! I'll come check on him in a while!" she smiled. She got up and ascended the stairs. She quietly opened the door.

Mugman was awake. He turned his head towards the door and he smiled.

Andrea came in she noticed that the IV had ended she slowly removed the cannula from his cubital fossa and then removed the mask from his face.

He smiled. "Thanks!" he whispered. "Your welcome!" she said.

Elder Kettle soon came holding a disk that had fruits. He knocked on the door. "May I come in?" he asked. "Sure!" she said. He let the disk down, walked towards Mugman and held his hand.

Mugman smiled and winked telling him in that way that he was okay. "Are you hungry?" he asked. Mugman nodded. Elder Kettle gave him bananas, strawberries and blueberries along with yogurt. Mugman ate a little.

Later

Elder kettle made warm tea using Licorice root. Mugman loved it he drunk two big cups. Andrea said "I'll go see Cuphead! Tell him you are okay!". Mugman told her

"Could you please give my brother three things? A bone crushing hug, a kiss and this letter!". She nodded.

Elder Kettle spent some time with Mugman...

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Back to Cuphead 

Andrea went to meet Cuphead. Cuphead had stopped crying. He was sitting on a flat rock. He was wearing the hood of his jacket. Andrea sighed and went closer. Cuphead turned around. "Hey!" she said. "Hey! *sniff*" he said. "May I join you?" she asked "Sure..!" he said. She sat next to him. "How is he?" he asked.  "He is fine. He is eating some fruits. He told me to give you 3 things"

"Allright?"  he said. Andrea hugged him tightly and  kissed his cheeks. "...❓" he looked at her perplexed "That's what he told me to give you! :3" Cuphead chuckled. "He said that when he can! He'll give you a bone crushing hug himself." Cuphead chuckled then he looked at her with a sad look on his face "Andrea?" he asked. "Mhm?" she hummed.

"What am I doing wrong?"

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End of part 14

Thank you! For reading!! 💙 💙

I moreover apologize if this story is awful.. ..

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