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novelbear · 2 months
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the sweet, early morning things ☀️
prompt list by @novelbear
"good morning, love."
sleepy, playful smiles as they both take in eachothers messy morning appearance
"you look your cutest like this." "but i just woke up." "i know what i said."
snuggling into the others neck to shield their eyes from the sunlight
gently brushing hair out of their face
peppering small kisses all over their face to wake them
"your morning voice is so hot." [laughs] "what?"
waking up a little earlier than usual, meaning they get the luxury of snuggling further into their blankets and lover to go back to sleep.
kisses, even while still half-asleep
"are you awake yet?" "no." "oh, okay sorry."
accidentally falling back asleep, too entangled and comfortable in one another's warmth.
"i'll go make us coffee." "sounds good."
"i made breakfast." "i love you."
caressing the other's cheek softly, hoping to wake them up that way
"waking up next to you is my favorite thing."
sitting in a comfortable silence, arms wrapped around eachother, trying to wake up.
gently fixing their hair once they finally sit up
taking ten minutes to stop snuggling while laying down, then spend another ten cuddling whilst sitting up.
playfully shying away from them because of their "morning breath"
noticing the indented marks left on their face from the pillow or however they were laying
^ "did you sleep well?" "mhm.." [tracing the mark with their hand] "i can tell."
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sleepywriter00 · 2 months
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Feel free to use my lovelies!!!
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thelonelyempath · 1 year
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Sleepy Prompts
1. “Baby, you look like you’re about to pass out.”
2. “Go rest.  I’ll take care of it.”
3. “Do you think it would be helpful if we were cuddling?”
4. “You fell asleep right on my lap.  No no no, don’t feel bad.  I actually thought it was pretty cute.”
5. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
6. “Let me be a mom for a second and tuck you in.”
7. “You’re adorable when you’re sleeping.”
8. “Put the homework away and go to bed.  You look exhausted.”
9. “I called in sick.  Now we can stay in bed and snuggle all day.”
10. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep after that.”
11. “That’s the fifth time in the last two minutes that you’ve yawned.”
12. “No offense, but you look like you haven’t slept in days.”
13. “You’re already half-asleep.”
14. “I’ll carry you.”
15. “That’s, what, your fourth cup of coffee?”
16. “Are you afraid to fall asleep because you think you’re gonna have a nightmare?”
17. “You’re so cute when you’re tired and speaking in half-sentences.”
18. “Did you know you talk in your sleep?”
19. “Stop fighting it.  You need sleep.”
20. “Goodnight, my love.  Sweet dreams.”
21. “Give me a goodnight kiss?”
22. “Darling, you’re shivering.  Come here, let me warm you up.”
23. “You’re still awake.  Something on your mind?”
24. “Sorry, were you sleeping?”
25. “I didn’t mean to wake you.  Go back to sleep.”
26. “When was the last time your head hit a pillow?”
27. “You twitch in your sleep.  It’s honestly one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.”
28. “So then I- oh, you’re already asleep.”
29. “You don’t know the wonders a 30 minute power nap could do you right now.”
30. “It was just a nightmare, love.  It wasn’t real.”
31. “I understand wanting to get things done, but please don’t pull anymore all-nighters, babe.  You need to sleep.”
32. “Those energy drinks really aren’t good for you.”
33. “Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night.  Or if you went to bed, for that matter.”
34. “Don’t think I don’t notice you yawning.”
35. “I can’t sleep if you’re not here to cuddle with me.”
36. “It usually takes me a while to fall asleep too.”
37. “Do you wanna hear about the dream I had last night?”
38. “You always end up looking like you’re gonna fall asleep when I play with your hair.”  “Yeah, it’s relaxing.”
39. “You’re obviously tired.  Go lie down.”
40. “I’m gonna carry you to bed if you keep arguing with me about not needing sleep.”
41. “Sleep.  I’ll keep you safe.”
42. “I’m so sleepy.”
43. “Just try and keep your eyes open for five minutes.”
44. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.”
45. “You should really get some rest.  You’ll feel so much better.”
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droptheprompt · 11 months
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Tired/sleepy prompts please!
Here we go :)
Tired/sleepy prompts
A and B huddling on the couch together under a fluffy blanket after a long day, just enjoying the shared warmth and closeness.
A loves to watch B sleep since that's the only time B's features aren't shadowed by worries.
B refusing to get up in the morning because the sheets are so soft and A is too warm to let go.
A and B have to share a bed for a reason. During the night, A realises B rolled over to them and is mumbling how much they like A.
B knows A has trouble sleeping lately and decides to tell them a story to hopefully lull them to sleep.
Lazy morning cuddles when neither of them has to get up yet.
B coming home after a hard day at work and curling on A's lap.
A and B falling asleep in the blanket fort they built.
I hope these helped :) Have a great day!
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scealaiscoite · 1 year
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ೃ༄ sleepy prompts ˚◞♡ ⃗
— “when was the last time you slept?”
— “hey, i think it’s time to go to bed.”
— “not that i’m not enjoying being used as your pillow, but i think we’d be more comfortable in bed.”
— “shh, it’s okay. i’ll carry you up.”
— “for someone who’s not tired, you’ve been snoring like a train for the last ten minutes.”
— “work can wait. you need rest.”
— “will you stay with me? please?”
— “i always sleep so much better when you’re here.”
— “stop hogging the blanket!”
— “oh god, did i fall asleep on you?!”
— “they’ve slept for like twelve straight hours. should i be worried?”
— “i didn’t know you slept like that. it’s cute.”
— “it’s not my fault you’re so comfortable to lay on!”
— “here, you can sleep in my shirt.”
— “you’re so cute when you’re tired.”
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Could you do this with Bucky? 30. “It was just a nightmare, love.  It wasn’t real.” Maybe a mission went wrong and really affected the reader? Or whatever strikes your fancy. Thank you! You are amazing!
As much as I LOVE these scenarios, they always manage to break me a bit. (I think that's why I love them though.)
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You felt them more than saw them, hands reaching from the darkest places going to grab you, making you scream and thrash to get away. They couldn't take you, not again. If they dragged you into the dark, you would never escape again.
The fingers dug into your shoulder and neck, pulling at your hair till your head craned backward and all around you the darkness hummed, a steady incessant beat that was driving you mad.
She is almost broken, sir.
Give her some more. If it kills her then we know she was weak.
Somehow your lungs filled with air, the scream penetrating you was making your ears feel like they were about to explode, and your whole body was thrown into fighting.
Your body jolted against someone's chest, clawing at them while you sobbed out, strong arms encasing you in a warmth you never were given before. "Y/N."
Your name, it cut through your nightmare. The whisper muffled against your temple was sharper than the haze in your mind's eye.
"Relax, I got you Doll."
You jerked, unable to control yourself, but that warmth, reassuring hold never faltered. "James?" You felt unsteady, waking suddenly under your partner.
He had you in his lap, your chest pressed to his, and your arms pinned between you two to keep you from hurting yourself. His touch was reassuring as he kept rubbing you, making you feel him with you, in the present, proving you were with him, safe in bed. You felt your breaths starting to rush, panic and guilt filtering to take over the dream you were stuck in before. "
"It was just a nightmare, Love. It wasn't real." Bucky whispered to you, soft presses of his mouth started to cover your face, helping to keep the panic at bay. You gave a shudder as you collapsed against his bare chest, your tears' hot salty streaks down your face slowly drying up.
"I didn't hurt you this time, did I?" You felt so bad, knowing Bucky would let you attack him in your sleep, taking the brunt of it while trying to wake you up, knowing if he tried to stop you, it would be so much worst.
"You just thrashed a bit Doll, trying to protect yourself."
"From you though? Why am I like this." You hissed out, hating yourself in that second for not being able to control it better.
Bucky tilted your head up, studying you. "Make no mistake Doll, I will be here every night to make sure you are not alone when you are made to remember what happened. I am not letting you face any of that alone."
You sniffled as you broke into a little smile hearing him. "Thank you for loving me, even though I'm broken."
"Arnt we all Doll? It's how we put ourselves back together that counts."
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innytoes · 1 year
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Sleepy-time prompts
“Good morning, sleepy head.”
Spending the night for the first time
“Come back to bed.”
Stealing their shirt to sleep in
“Get your icicle feet off my calves, you frost gremlin.”
Falling asleep with your head in their lap
“It was just a bad dream.”
Someone talking in their sleep
“Why the fuck is your alarm set for five in the morning?”
Dragging them off to bed because they haven’t slept properly in days.
“Can I sleep here with you?”
Falling asleep on the couch together
“You’re so cute when you snore.”
There was Only One Bed
“I can’t get out of bed, I’ve been diagnosed with sleepytired disease.”
Someone is hogging all the blankets
“You still sleep with a stuffed animal?”
Waking up with morning wood poking you in the back
“It is way past your bedtime.”
Discovering your crush sleeps naked
“Can you stay? Just until I fall asleep?”
Waking up in the middle of the night to their cat sitting on your chest staring at you
“I had the weirdest dream.”
Unable to sleep due to Thoughts™
“I need a hot water bottle, a cozy blanket, and a nap.”
Blanket burrito time
“I am awake but at what cost.”
Falling asleep in class/at work
“Tell me a story?”
Tucking someone in
“Go the fuck to sleep.”
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seaside-writings · 1 year
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Prompt #778
"I know I should be asleep, but my mind just won't shut up,"
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heartofspells · 2 years
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Someone suggested this one would be cute for use on Harry, and it would be, but my mind went a different route with it. But Harry’s still here, of course. Because he’s just too precious. 
was that a yawn?
Remus drops down on the bed beside Sirius with heavy, legless intent. More like crumbles, really, but Sirius refrains from commenting. He's just opening his mouth to say something, possibly ask a question or maybe even a solid quip – he's never sure until it happens – when Remus' face splits into an impossibly wide yawn, eyes crinkling beautifully at their corners, nose scrunching just enough. His arms stretch up over his head, flexing outwards, fingers extending like they're reaching to touch the moon. Sirius becomes briefly lost in watching the muscles of his bare shoulders shift and tighten before he shakes himself clear.
"Sorry, was that a yawn?"
Remus glowers up at him without any true heat. "Shut up," he grumbles moodily, lowering his arms and cross them tightly over his chest. "Four stories, Sirius. Four. And then he was still wide awake. I'm knackered. More than knackered. I am dead."
Sirius pokes at Remus' side experimentally, and the other man squirms, pouting. "Don't seem dead," he remarks. Remus promptly huffs in irritation and flops over to his stomach, burying his face in his pillow. "Aww, c'mon, Moony. Don't be that way. He just likes spending time with you."
Remus mumbles something into the fluff that Sirius can't understand, but he decides it doesn't matter. He presses his nose into the skin of Remus' back and then snuffles his way up, causing the other man to squirm again, movements feeble. Sirius only stops when he reaches the subtle dip in Remus' shoulder where it extends to his neck, lips seeking out the flesh there. Remus harrumphs but Sirius can feel him relax a little under the attention.
"Mooooony," he coos softly, grin on his face and clear in his voice even if Remus can't see it. "Think you've earned a reward for your hard work."
"Go sleep, Pads," mumbles Remus, a bit more intelligible this time. "Tom'row. 'ave your wicked way tom'row."
Sirius keeps moving, hand slipping over Remus' lower back, dipping beneath the waistband of his loose joggers. His mouth continues to chart a small, predetermined path over warm flesh right in that glorious curve.
"You really want to wait that long?" he questions. "Hmm. Doesn't seem much like you."
Remus release a snort-like sound into the pillow but turns his head just enough to crack one eye open and peer at Sirius with a mixture of disdain, exasperation, and a glint of want. Sirius grins.
"Pads," he moans half-grumpily. Sirius fingers grip into soft flesh and Remus sucks in a sharp breath. The expression on Sirius' face broadens. His hand drifts down a little further, nearly where he wants it, but he pulls hit back quickly when they hear trampling footsteps down the hall. Remus groans softly in defeat, turning his head again, and Sirius chuckles as they door is thrown open.
"Ah, the Prongslet returns," he announces quietly, pushing himself up to sitting as Harry's small legs carry him across the room. He hoists himself up into the bed with a bit of effort and then crawls across its surface until he's settled beside Sirius' knees.
"Moony left," says Harry, his green eyes shifting to where Remus still lays, unmoving. "What's he doing?"
"Moony's sleeping," responds Sirius, lifting one finger to his lips in a gesture for silence, his eyes glittering. "He's tired, kid. Try not to wake him."
"Shh," whispers Harry in agreement, and Sirius smiles as he lifts the boy over his lap, feeling Remus stir just a little at the same time.
"That's right. Can't sleep? Is it the Glumbumbles again?"
Harry shakes his head, sighing very seriously. "No. Now it's the Plimpies," says Harry gravely. "They're after my toes."
Sirius bites back a laugh, glancing sideways, spying Remus' head turned a bit again, eye open. The half of his mouth Sirius can see is upturned in amusement.
"Plimpies, huh?" murmurs Sirius, angling back towards Harry. "You know they only live in water, don't you?" Sirius is thinking, not for the first time, that he never should have bought his godson that book, but hindsight is hindsight.
"But they've come for my toes," whinges Harry frantically, face falling a little. Remus makes a noise beside them, a half-choke, half-laugh. Sirius carefully nudges him with his own toes, silently telling him to hush up as Harry's eyes turn to him suspiciously. "Is Moony awake now?"
"No," denies Sirius easily. "Want me to check your room for the Plimpies?"
Harry shakes his head dolefully. "They hide when I'm not alone," he mumbles dejectedly.
"Ah," says Sirius knowingly, smiling a bit. Remus wriggles again beside them. "So, you'd rather stay in here, is that right?" Harry nods, green eyes wide and pleading as he stares up at Sirius. He knows he should resist, knows it's setting a bad precedent, but Sirius feels himself caving almost instantly. It's only one night. "All right, then. I'll fix your room tomorrow, get rid of your infestations of creatures. How's that sound?"
Harry instantly brightens and wiggles from Sirius' lap, planting himself squarely between him and Remus. Sirius restrains a sigh of resignation. His hand had been so close. Oh well.
Sirius shifts in the bed, settling down with Harry, burying all three of them beneath the warm blankets snugly. He can feel the heavy breath Remus releases and Sirius knows he's near enough to sleep not to care much. He likes having Harry in their bed on these rare occasions as much as Sirius does, though they rarely admit to it. Terrible thing, after all. That's what they tell themselves, never believing it for a second.
Harry slowly drifts off to sleep as well, Sirius stroking through his dark hair. Two pairs of even breathing begin to fill the room, and Sirius smiles as he snaps his fingers quietly, extinguishing the light, eventually drifting off with his family, happy and content.
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CS Sleepy Prompt One-Shots (2/?): “Those energy drinks really aren’t good for you.”
PART ONE | A03 | PART THREE
Emma’s stomach growled, breaking her concentration from the pages and photos laid out before her. The smell of garlic mingled with onions and lamb suddenly seemed to surround her, with a frown she stood from her position at the desk. Her back protested her movements joined shortly by her knees and her jaw. 
Apparently, more time had passed than she’d initially thought. She reached for her drink on the far side of the desk, just a few more glances at the photos and she’d figure this case out. The can was empty. 
“Of course,” Emma sighed, and walked out of her home office toward the kitchen for another drink. The smell of lamb was mixed with thyme and rosemary now, her stomach reminded her once more that a meal was becoming a need. But, she needed to figure out what was happening because she was the only saviour this town had.
Music greeted her as she entered the kitchen, a guitar and soft vocals, accompanied by the smooth singing of her pirate. She smiled as she watched him swaying and cooking, tears pricked at her eyes that they were able to have moments like this - perfect and so… domestic. 
Maybe, one day, moments like this would not steal her breath. She wouldn’t be hit with the overwhelming feeling that this surreal moment was actually happening to her. She’d watched the town traumatised by snow monsters and travelled back in time to the moment her parents met, but those moments felt more real to her than the scene playing in front of her now. 
Quickly, she shook the tears away and cleared her throat. The late nights and early mornings were clearly starting to play with her emotions. She crossed to the fridge, reaching for another Monster to get her through another evening of trying to figure out the newest threat to Storybrooke.
Before she could turn away from the fridge, Killian had appeared behind her, his arm wrapped around her waist and he tugged the drink from her hand in one fluid motion. He set the drink on the counter tsking in her ear, “those energy drinks really aren’t good for you.”
She spun around in his arms, “I am so close to figuring this out.”
“A real meal and some sleep will do more than that, that,” he scowled at the drink on the counter behind him, not bothering to finish his thought. 
“I suppose that is my real meal?” She tried to look at what was cooking with doubtful suspicion, but her stomach growling gave her away.
“Aye,” Killian said with mock indignity before extracting himself and walking toward the range and placing a glass baking dish in the oven. “It’ll be shepherd’s pie and bed for you, Swan.” 
“Killian, I need to…”
“You have forty-five minutes while this bakes and that will be all for the night,” his voice was sterner than he’d intended. But the dark circles under her eyes and the way she swayed on her feet destroyed him. She would work herself to death to protect this town she’d made her home. He sometimes felt that he was the only one that would protect her from the pain she could inflict on herself. 
“Swan, you need to rest,” he said gently, a bit of apology and pleading in his eyes. “Please, love.”
“That’s not fair,” she pouted. 
“I promise, I'll make it advantageous for you,” he smirked, waggling his eyebrows with playful suggestion. 
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milkywhump · 2 years
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Just think about it. Sleepy Whumpee only perking up to the sound of Caretakers voice in a room full of people. The caretaker feeling as because they woke them up and gently shushed them back to sleep. Everybody in the room is just in awe😭
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novelbear · 8 months
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cozy and content -prompts for your otp cuddling in bed
prompt list by @novelbear
drawing circles and patterns on their chest
humming/singing their partner to sleep
carefully trying to turn the lamp on the nightstand off without letting go of their partner in their arms
"what's wrong?" "your feet are cold!"
playing with their hair
laying their head on their lover's shoulder, one arm lazily wrapped around their torso and a leg over theirs
taking innocent peeks at their partner's phone every once in a while they're scrolling
"your hair smells nice..."
smiling as they feel their partner lay a firm kiss on the top of their head
"did we fall asleep?" "i think we did.."
not being able to be calm for five minutes as tickle matches ensue
sneaking photos of each other because they're just too cute
laughing when one drops their phone on their face
"we should really get up." "we should....but we won't."
feeding them fruits/other snacks they have
absentmindedly playing with the other's fingers
melting because they just look so cute all bundled up in blankets
^ like i mean they're all curled up and look small, covered up so much that all they can see are big eyes peeking out and innocently blinking at them from the blanket. how do you want them to keep a straight face.
feeling little kisses being placed on their neck, chest, or chin from time to time.
"did you just wash these sheets?" "i did." "they smell nice. and they're still warm."
holding them as if they're protecting the other from the world as they're snuggled up at their side.
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galadae · 1 year
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If you’re taking requests, 28 for calafant? 🥺
thanks meg!! hope this works :D
28. “So then I- oh, you’re already asleep.” | 476 words
(this is sometime before the end of ARR, they're just friends here)
Calantha’s visit to Camp Dragonhead has been more eventful than anyone expected. She holds a mug of tea, now lukewarm, in her left hand, and looks up at Haurchefant from her infirmary bed through half-open eyes. With her splinted hand, bandaged head and bruised face, she looks absolutely miserable. “I've fought three primals. Surely a single hunting mark should be easy.”
His face flickers between amusement and concern. Now that her injuries are tended, he has to admit it’s a little bit funny. He shakes his head. “If you needed company for this endeavor, you should have said so. I would not have refused.”
She scowls, thumbing at the rough bandages under the splint. “You're a busy man. I had it handled.”
He gives her a pointed look. “I dread to see what would have happened if you hadn’t. ‘Having it handled’ got you a broken hand and cracked skull. Here,” he says, handing her another pillow.
"How was I supposed to know it would slam me against a rock? The Echo doesn't predict the future,” she mutters. She tries to adjust the pillows with her splinted hand out of habit and winces. “Ugh.”
Haurchefant takes the mug from her, freeing her good hand. She puts the second pillow behind her neck and flops back against them. "Besides, I'll be fine if you're around to haul me back to safety."
“I would rather you not rely on me for such a purpose," Haurchefant sighs. "At least warn me next time you go after another foe like this, so I can know the place from which to haul you.”
She laughs and closes her eyes. "I suppose that’s only fair."
"Good.” He smiles. “It won’t do to leave you floundering in the wilderness every time you decide to fight something alone,” he says.
Calantha’s eyes snap open. She glares. “I wasn’t floundering.”
“Perhaps my knights lied about how they found you, then?”
She smirks and leans back onto the pillows. “Perhaps they did. Every last one of them.” She yawns, shutting her eyes and nestling into the blankets.
“I must speak with them about it,” Haurchefant chuckles, turning the mug in his hands. He stares at the dark liquid as he swirls it around. “And perhaps I could join you on your next attempt. I should be glad to see you triumph, or aid you, if need be. I don't doubt your strength in battle, but it is likely the next time will end in the same manner without allies at your side.” He looks up. “Calantha, I- oh.”
Calantha is drooped against the pillows, eyes shut, breathing softly. It was only a matter of time before she slept, with her injuries. He rises, careful not to make a sound. He leaves her to rest. Who knows when she’ll be needed for another heroic endeavor, after all?
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thelonelyempath · 1 year
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Sleepy Prompts II
"Come on, love. It's time to get up."
2. "You know I can tell you're tired? You're clinging to me like a koala."
3. "You're so cute when you're falling asleep."
4. "Your lap is a comfortable pillow."
5. "You're welcome to sleep in my bed if you want."
6. "Come back to bed. I need a cuddle partner."
7. "Didn't we talk about you pulling all-nighters?"
8. "Sometimes I like to watch you sleep. Not in a creepy way. I just think you look so pretty and peaceful when you're sleeping."
9. "You're always so beautiful first thing in the morning. Must be the way the sunlight hits you."
10. "I'm not tired!" "Babe, that's what little kids say when they're tired."
11. "I love that, even though you have a bed, you somehow always end up falling asleep on me."
12. "You were so sound asleep that you didn't even notice I went in and out of the room like five times."
13. "For someone who claims to not be a cuddler, you couldn't keep your hands to yourself all night."
14. "Why are your feet so cold?!"
15. "If you don't come to bed now, you're not gonna get a goodnight kiss from me."
16. "We're not even halfway into the movie and you can barely keep your eyes open."
17. "Good morning, sunshine!" "Shut up."
18. "Did you just yawn, Ms./Mr. I'm-Not-Tired?"
19. "Go to bed."
20. "Sleep is a construct created by the government, so I'm not gonna fall for it." "That's...not correct at all..."
21. "No! No more coffee! You need sleep!"
22. "You feel sick because you haven't been sleeping."
23. "See, babe. This is what happens when you stay up until 3AM scrolling through TikTok."
24. "I'm too tired to care."
25. "You look completely dead behind the eyes."
26. "You're like a little ice cube."
27. "Did you have a nice nap?"
28. "All the concealer in the world isn't gonna cover your dark circles. But you know what will? Sleep."
29. "Why does it matter how much sleep I got last night?"
30. "Is there a reason you're not sleeping?"
31. "If you open those blinds I will murder you."
32. "It's too early! I wanna go back to bed!"
33. "Bedtime, sweetheart."
34. "You've got bedhead, love."
35. "Four hours is not enough sleep."
36. "Come here. Cuddle with me."
37. "Aw, my cute little sleep-deprived angel!"
38. "Don't you dare grab that Red Bull."
39. "You didn't sleep, did you?"
40. "Come on. I'll carry you to bed."
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luasworkshop · 11 months
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"That is the fifth time in two minutes you've yawned." (Aleis to Lua)
Lua takes a lot of pride in it, but has no shame in showing of their prowess as a shapeshifter as a parlor trick. They move from form to form in less than a blink, or stretch and contort themselves into all kinds of fantastic animals. Their creativity is at the fore as they jump back and forth from this to that, or put their skills to the test in creating weirder and wilder beings for the amusement of the small group of nobles at this palace gathering. It’s a complicated political interplay – Nadia is hosting a gorgeous ball, with various diplomats and people of note in attendance, but as with everything, it is a subtle show of force and of Vesuvia’s stability and strength following her assumption of the role of Countess following the plague.
Lua doesn't love parties, but does like to show off, and understands their place of one of the rotating crew of court magicians. Their blue-black tiger gets much delighted tittering from the crowd as they stretch and yawn and show off their fangs. On the next request they slip right into the shape of a stallion, rearing up dramatically before dropping down, shaking out their mane, and lazily yawning again.
Aleis, done entertaining with a miniature and self-contained storm, comes over to watch their spouse do what they do best. As they switch once again their beautiful rainbow python self yawns (again to various tittered appreciation,) and Aleis tweaks an eyebrow at it. Snakes do not yawn out of tiredness. Another shift to a cane courso, and Lua chases themselves around a little, before sitting and, once again, yawning. There is a delighted squeal from the crowd for a dragon, and Lua’s form unfurls into something truly magnificent, given the space of their performance. A thing of claws and scales and wings, they lash their long neck up, teeth licked with flames, barbed tail darting close to the ankles of the circle around them. It is a beautiful beast to the appearance of the onlookers, iridescent and spiny, marvelous and unique. But to Aleis it speaks to their partner’s increasing exhaustion. Lua’s nictating membranes are half-way across their eyes, their forked tongue lolling as they yawn. Their shoulders are hunched, and their wings hanging loose at their sides. It has been a long night already, and Aleis steps in, praising their spouse’s skill to the gathered crowd, but gently suggesting this is a climax, and perhaps it is time to give the performer a break.
Lua does not shift back to their human form, but brings their face down close to Aleis.
“Thank you, it’s alright though. I was game for more.” They whisper, quietly as the crowd heads breaks apart to inspect other delights, a few still lingering to look over the dragon, but keeping a careful distance.
“That was the fifth time in two minutes you've yawned. I think you’ve had enough for now.”
“But Nadia-”
“Nadia doesn't want you exhausting yourself either.”
“Aleis,” They protest, tip of their tail twitching “I know my limits.”
“You do, I know, but there’s no need to push them right now. It’s getting late anyway, I’m done for the night.”
“You are?”
“Yeah, I’m thinking of calling it now, and heading off. The crowd is thinning out anyway.”
“Let’s check in with Nadia then, I’m ok with that.”
Lua and Aleis head off, Lua seemingly not bothering shifting as they check in with their countess before heading to bed. The dragon walking through the palace is a sight for sure, but among the staff it raises little interest, as they know the magicians well by now.
It is not until morning that Lua remembers they aren’t in exactly the correct shape, although Aleis doesn't seem to mind the scaly company.
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rosalba-robi · 2 years
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"seeing that they're finding a hard time finding a comfortable position so you pull them into your arms" for Niko/Joel🙏😴😌
If honest I didn't expect more prompts, and was surprised to see this one, esp at the moment when I was in sudden niel mood 😊
Niko rolls over and pulls the blanket on himself for the tenth time in the last five minutes, making Joel growl loudly.
"Sorry," whispers Niko in a guilty tone.
It's a nice summer night and Joel is tired and feels like falling asleep soon for once. Apparently tonight his insomnia moved to Niko, judging by how he tosses and turns constantly, driving Joel mad. They can't keep on like this.
"Is something bothering you?" he improvises, marveling at how their roles have changed. "Wanna talk?"
"No, no thoughts or anything. It's silly," Niko flips at his back with a tragical sigh. "I just can't lay comfortable enough. This pillow... and blanket..."
Well, he can work with it, decides Joel and stops the words flow as he pulls Niko close in a 'small spoon' position.
"Hey!"
Joel ignores complaining and throws his leg over Niko's for a good measure.
"Shh," he leaves a small kiss on the crown of the head in front of him and breaths in a cinnamon smell of hair balsam. "I made you comfortable. Now sleep."
Despite the grumbling Niko relaxes in his arms at last.
With the source of restlessness now securely restrained and warm against his chest, Joel dozes off almost immediately. On the verge of sleep he feels Niko interlacing their fingers on his abdomen and blissfully sighs.
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