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somethingsomethingwords · 25 days

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Hello everybody. Long time no see, but it's been one of those months, you know. This was something I've been thinking about for a while, but I only finished it because of @nico-di-genova. So this is for you honey.

As always thanks to everyone for reading. Enjoy 💜

Everything was going great. Fernando was at a party, where people were drinking and having fun. All around him, the younger drivers were finally decompressing, enjoying the alcohol, the food and the company.

At the center of the sea of people, there was the brightest star of the night.

Lance had finally won a race, and he was celebrating as loudly as he could, sandwiched between Esteban and Mick.

He envied the joy written all over their faces, and how close they were.

He loved the sport, even after his fake retirement, even after all those years, but there was something about maiden wins that still no other win could recreate.

Jóder, soy tan viejo was thinking Nando, when someone tapped his shoulder.

"I think it's late enough, no?" asked Pierre, and it really was getting late, and the trio seemed to be losing energy.

"Yeah, sounds about right. How about we split them? I'm taking Mick, and you take your teammates?" said Lewis, already stepping towards the boys.

Pierre started following him, muttering some curses that would have made blush a sailor. Nando snorted at the scene, and looked as the Brit took the German, while the French men started bickering.

The Canadian was looking around, confused after losing his partners in crime, but then he turned towards Fernando and smiled, slowly making his way towards the Spanish.

"Hola Lancito. Want to go?" asked Nando, seeing the younger man swinging slightly on his feet.

"I lost Estie and Mickie. Où sont-ils?"

Half drunk out of his mind, and he was still worried about his friends. Lance's loyalty really knew no bounds.

"They're ok, with Lewis and Pierre. I will take you home." and with that, he placed his hand on the younger's lower back.

The reaction was immediate. Lance's whole body shivered and pressed against his side, lowering his head on the shorter man's shoulder.

"Too loud. Je veux du silence"

"Oui mon amour. Let's go somewhere quiet" his French was heavily accented, but Lance seemed satisfied enough.

Nando guided the other man to his car, and drove them to their shared hotel, while Lance napped with his face against the window and his neck in a weird position.

When they arrived, Fernando struggled a little to wake the other enough to put him vertically in the elevator and walk to his room. At the door, Lance refused to lean against the doorframe, and settled only when he was hugging Fernando. "Warm" was the only word he said.

"Lance, I need the key" Fernando spoke softly.

"Poche" just answered the taller man, with no visible intention to loosen the embrace.

Fernando tried to be respectful, and to not feel the solid curve pressed against his hand. He soon found the key in his back pocket, and opened the door.

Once they were both in, he quickly realised that Lance would not move further, so he just put him on the bed, and went to take a glass and fill it with water.

Returning to the bedroom, he found Lance half naked.

"Where are your pants?" he asked, voice an octave too high, almost dropping the glass, before setting it on a nightstand.

"Lost them. Too hot" he shrugged.

Then, even more bafflingly, he started giggling.

"What is now?" he asked, fondly looking as Lance tried to take off his shirt without opening a single button. He succeeded, but his hair was now a fluffy mess.

"You remind me of Nano"

The use of his nickname surprised Fernando. The younger man refused using it, always sticking with his full name. Then the absurdity of it all hit him, and he started giggling as well.

"Ah, sì? How so?"

He was getting curious, sue him.

"It's your voice. It's soft and warm. Would listen for hours"

Fernando wasn't expecting this answer, but it melted his heart anyway.

"Mhhh. Then want a bedtime story?"

Any more time spent with Lance was a gift and a surprise wrapped in wonder. He was not going to deny himself this experience, even only for blackmail reasons. Jokingly, he was done with mind games and tricks. He would never do them again, especially not against Lance.

"Nah. A secret"

"A secret, mh? Let's trade. You tell me, I tell you" if Fernando was going to indulge him, at least it was going to be funny.

"Ça va...Ah, oui, daccord, j'en ai un. I like him so much" and then started giggling again.

Fernando felt like all of his body had gone stone cold, and couldn't move a muscle. He couldn't believe what the other told him. But before he could say anything, Lance nestled in the sheets, and softly said while closing his eyes:

"I like him soooooo much, even if he doesn't feel the same. It's ok, don't think I'd deserve him. What we have, it's special. It is enough"

And with this, he was done for the day.

And he wasn't the only one. Fernando felt like he was going to explode, too many thoughts in his head and words on his tongue, with no one to talk to. He could feel his hair turning gray.

But a single look to that peaceful face, and his heart stopped beating erratically. Everything was going to be alright. They could face this together.

This and more, hopefully.

They were going to solve this tangled mess, but first they both needed to rest.

So he left a note for Lance, simply writing "Call me in the morning. -FA" on a piece of paper and leaving it on top of Lance's phone, where he was sure the other man would see it, and then he left the room, dreaming of his own bed and a restful night of sleep.

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He was never going to win another GP ever again, if the results were the pounding headache and the rancid taste in his mouth.

He slowly opened his eyes, careful of the half opened blinds, and looked around.

Thanks to some sort of divine intervention, he had made it to the hotel safe and sound.

He got up and went to the bathroom, peeing, washing his face and brushing his teeth.

When he came back to the bedroom, he started looking for his phone. He almost missed it, but then noticed it was just half covered by a yellow post-it. It simply said "Call me in the morning. -FA".

Ok, so he probably would have to thank Fernando for making it to his bed unscathed. He tried to think about the night before, especially trying to remember his interaction with the Spanish driver.

At first, he couldn't remember anything out of the ordinary, then it hit him.

An echo of his own giggle, soft brown eyes, the whisper of a "like him so much".

Oh, no.

Oh no.

He had done it. He confessed, and now Fernando was going to be overly amused about it. Or overly nice, and Lance didn't know what was worse.

Rejection was always a bitch, but basically having to live with your unrequited crush for 24 week-ends? That was going to be a nightmare to go through for all parts involved.

Or maybe just for Lance, with his stupid feelings and his too-hopeful heart.

Ugh, Lance just didn't know what to do.

On one hand, he wanted to call Fernando and be done with all of this. On the other, he wanted to pretend nothing happened, and everything was fine and normal and good.

He sighed, because deep down he knew he was going to have to talk with Fernando, if he liked it or not.

Ok, let's analyze. He knows I like him, and still wants to talk to me. So, he is going to reject me kindly, at least. Ok, we can totally take it like champs. Basic rule still applied: no tears in front of him. It should be quick and painless. Ok, we can do this.

So he took his time in the shower, and ordered a healthy if slightly generous breakfast.

When he was done, he brushed his teeth, wore his comfort hoodie and left his room in a controlled chaos.

One mess at a time: first his love life, then his room.

He knew that Fernando's room was the one across from his, so he didn't even bother calling. He simply knocked.

When the door opened, Lance was sure he had hit his head badly the night before. Maybe the possible concussion and heavy hepatic failure led him to an early grave.

But if death meant he could get to see a still semi-wet Nando, covered just by a tiny towel low on his hips, well, he lived a rich and full life, if a little short.

He could feel himself staring, but also couldn't take his eyes off the view.

He just waited for the self-combustion to take him.

Then he heard a light chuckle, and a hand gently gripped his sleeve, pulling him inside.

When the subject of his awe turned his back on him, walking to the adjacent kitchenette, his brain seemed to be back online.

He shook his head and closed the door behind himself like a particularly stupid rabbit that voluntarily enters the den of a particularly fascinating fox.

Fernando must have known how nervous he was feeling, because he gave him a glass of water and led him to the couch.

"Wait here, I'll be right back" said the Spanish man, leaving Lance alone, stunned and with the glass still in his hand.

You're being ridiculous, grow a pair and just talk like the adult you supposedly are, a voice in his head that sounded like his sister's gently scolded him.

He drank the water while waiting, and felt slightly better.

When Fernando re-entered the room, calm and collected and clothed, Lance waited until he was seated before looking him in the eyes and starting speaking.

"Thank you for last night. For bringing me here safely, I mean"

Not the smoother transition ever, but Fernando had to be used to how stilted he sounded, and would appreciate it anyway.

"No need to. We are friends, no?" he asked with something in his eyes that Lance couldn't describe, but that made him want to talk more.

"About that... I also wanted to say sorry if I said something weird yesterday"

See Chloe? He was actually talking about things that embarrassed him instead of forever avoiding them. Well, not really being super specific, but small progress was still progress.

"Hmm... And what are you referring to?"

The bastard was actually going to make him say the words. Well, in for a penny...

"That I like you"

Lance could feel his cheeks heating up and could no longer stand Fernando's gaze, so he moved his eyes until he was watching a particularly boring patch of carpet.

"Lance, look at me"

It only took those four words, spoken in a tone so gentle and warm to bring Lance's eyes back to Fernando's.

"Why are you apologizing? Did you lie?" he asked softly.

"No" he half shouted, and then flinched because of the reaction. "No, I do like you" he said, exhaling.

"Then what are you apologizing for?"

Fernando could be soft when he wanted, but that didn't stop him from being stubborn.

"I didn't want to offend you" and also didn't want you to really know, because it's embarrassing and you deserve better and I can't be normal about this nor you.

He didn't say the words, but Fernando must have been able to hear them anyway, because he responded firmly.

"You didn't"

That lifted a huge weight from Lance's shoulders. Maybe this partnership could still be saved.

"Ok. Good, I'm glad" he was being awkward and subtly twisting his fingers. But nothing escaped Fernando's attention.

Seeing how the younger man was spiralling in his own thoughts, he didn't hesitate, reaching out to him and taking a hold of his hands.

"There is no need to be nervous. Just tell me again, tell me properly"

Lance could see in his eyes the want and the patience and something else.

They were in this together, he suddenly realised.

You are not alone anymore, said his mental Chloe.

He inhaled as much air as he could, held it and then exhaled. He found the strength he needed in a pair of brown eyes that were already looking in his own.

"I've been wanting to tell you for so long. I like you. I like how you drive, how you give feedback on the car and how you are always, no matter what, the best. But that's just racing stuff. I like how you compliment me, how you never made me feel less than, or just a spoiled kid, how you make me feel. But those are selfish reasons. I like how kind you are with kids, how ready you are to help any of the other drivers. But most importantly, I like you, Fernando Alonso, two times world champion, menace on and off track, mentor and teammate and friend and so much more. I like you, Nando"

He barely finished talking that there was a pair of lips on his own, soft and warm and gentle.

He realised he closed his eyes only when he opened them, and in front was Fernando, bright and shining and perfect in every way that mattered. To Lance, at least.

"You made me wait a long time, no? Let's not waste anymore" he said before diving in a second kiss that was hot and passionate and demanding.

Fernando broke the kiss and stood up, starting to walk, and Lance could only follow the man leading him towards his bed, and towards a life together.

#strollonso #fernando alonso #lance stroll #grumpy cat boy x besotted old man #some love for lance #because he deserves it #insecure lance is insecure but nando gets him so...

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kakushino · 8 months

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Imagine making breakfast in bed for Giyuu. His tired eyes widening as the scent of fresh made food hits him and he looks up seeing a warm smile he loves so dearly being the one behind it. Warmth in his chest would bubble up and a tired smile would come to his face as he looked up at you, love glimmering in his ocean eyes as you kneel beside him. He always felt lucky to have you.

I am in tears (happy)

“Good morning, love,” you whispered, mindful of his sensitivity in the morning. You set the low table beside him, his favorite breakfast food spread out on it.

“Mornin’, pearl.” The rasp in his voice sent shivers down your spine. His hand reached for yours, intertwining your fingers and caressing your knuckles with his thumb, the warmth of his skin much more intense than yours, yet it only served to relax you. “You prepared breakfast f’me.”

You smiled, leaning down to bestow a kiss on his forehead, but the action proved to be treacherous as he tugged you down, and you tumbled into his arms with a yelp. His arms embraced you, rolling away from the food with you to cuddle.

“The food will get cold, Giyuu,” you told him as you relaxed in his hold, nuzzling your face into his collarbone, kissing it gently. He placed his own onto the crown of your head.

“What ‘bout me?”

You pulled back slightly, confused, “What do you mean?”

His lips were pulled into an adorable pout, one he refused to admit he always did when upset, or faux-upset in this case, “I got cold while y’were gone from m’arms.”

You could only giggle. “Sorry, sorry, I’ll make it up to you.”

Giyuu’s embrace tightened around you, closing his eyes as he relaxed. “Mhm, y’better.”

It was silent for a short while, the birds’ song the perfect background music to your intimacy.

“But y’know, I am hungry, so we will cuddle after food. Did you eat already?”

#desi's moots time uwu #desi's ask box #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #giyuu x you #giyuu x y/n #*sighs happily*#i love him so much #giyuu my beloved #i could go on for days singing him praises and comfort and cuddles #because he deserves it #divider by benkeibear #kakushino

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nburkhardt · 1 year

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There might be a lot of them but I mean, how could I not try my hand at this? Especially after watching this and going “yep that hurts”. Granted, I ended up just using the line (“I know he used to be an asshole but…”) instead of going off the sound a whole lot.

Anyway….timeline is all screwed, don’t think about it too hard. Also clearly not canon. Obviously. Only hints of steddie.

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Look, he knows okay? It’s pretty well known across town. It’s no secret and he’s ashamed of it all, it’s something he doesn’t want to reminisce anymore. He’s grown and he thinks he’s better, hopes he’s better. Swears he hasn’t been like that for a few years now, so why does everyone keep bringing it up?

Why does he have to keep proving himself? What does he have to do for them to stop bringing it up?

The first time it happens, he brushes it off. Mostly because it’s true, he was an asshole and he was still learning and breaking himself from who he was. So, it makes sense for Nancy to say it to Barb and then again weeks later to Jonathan. Truth be told, he thinks neither of them believed Nancy.

(it’s a stab straight to the heart when she calls him bullshit)

It’s months before he hears it again, that he nearly forgot the words. It makes him freeze when he hears it from Dustin as he’s cleaning the Byers’s kitchen. The kid is arguing with his friends about why he’s even here. It’s like he’s hit with a bucket of cold water to hear, “sure, he can be an asshole but he’s here to help!”

Sure those words work to help the other kids lay off Dustin’s back, helps make them grumble less about him. But to him? The words sting and it feels worse coming from the kid who he actually likes, thinks they could be close. Clearly there’s a line between them.

He does forget the words, not even an hour later when Billy fucking Hargrove smashes a plate against his head and beats the shit out of him.

Almost a year later and who he was is thrown directly in his face on his first day of work at Scoops. It’s such a slap to the face, not even a full week after his dad cuts him off.

“Thought an asshole like you would on his way to college with daddy’s credit card”

The smile he had on his face just barely falls, mostly because he forces it to stay in place. It also stays because he’s frozen mid-step to introduce himself. Instead, he drops his hand and moves around her and starts working. The words swirling in his head all day, making him stay quiet and just do the job. Even when girls flirt with him, he ignores and works through it.

The “You Suck/You Rule” board came to be a few days later and he sucks it up and is civil with Robin over it, gives it his all to be friendly. If only just to make this job easier and so he doesn’t get fired for being rude. It isn’t until Dustin comes back from camp and the whole Russians and drugs on the floor for Robin to say it again

“You were such an asshole…”

He doesn’t fully hear what she says, it’s hard with the ringing in his ears and his brain froze the minute the word came out.

After it all, even with his brain screaming at him to run away to lick in his wounds, he doesn’t. Forces himself to see one of the EMTs and to help Robin find her parents and promises that she can call whenever she needs something. It’s only after that, that he makes his way home to have a breakdown over it all.

Despite it all, he does call Robin and Dustin his best friends. (Probably his only true friends, if he’s honest.) And he regularly hangs out with them, and sometimes drives Dustin and his friends around. It stops only because he and Robin get jobs at Family Video and the kids start high school.

He breathes easier now, he thinks. He’s been out of high school for a while now, hasn’t been “King Steve” since ‘83. Robin and him are close enough now that he doesn’t freeze anymore, only overthinks their friendship a little bit.

Spring Break rolls around and the moment Dustin and Max storm into Family Video, he’s immediately on edge. Doesn’t show it, of course. The whole search for Eddie Munson, he’s on edge.

He can’t tell if it’s because of the upside down or if those words will make itself known, again.

Everything is a blur, to be honest. Especially after he’s dragged under water and choked by the bats. Nothing really processes for him, it should worry him, actually.

What he does remember is thanking Eddie and being called metal and Eddie saying, “I guess I couldn’t accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually a good dude”

That somehow swirls in his head after and he doesn’t get it. He’s spiraling over it, to be honest. Even if he’s also on autopilot making sure no one dies. After it all, rushing everyone to get their wounds checked and to make sure Max is alive, Eddie’s words are still swirling and he’s still confused.

He thinks about it every single day that he visits Eddie in the hospital. The other man isn’t awake, much like Max. He doesn’t speak much during the visits, too busy in his own head. Sometimes he mumbles the words back to a too-still Eddie, sometimes he questions the words and in turn, questions Eddie. Never getting any answers to his questions.

If he’s being honest, he doesn’t actually want answers. Maybe Eddie didn’t mean it, maybe he was just being nice in the moment. And he doesn’t want to hear Eddie say “thanks for saving me, but you’re still an asshole”

If he heard that, he’d probably break.

So, he stays quiet. Much like all those other times his friends called him an asshole.

Weeks go by and he doesn’t bring it up. Doesn’t even mention anything that happened in the upside down, even after Eddie wakes up and they’re friends now. Even after Max wakes up, nearly three months later.

They all regularly hang out together, including Eddie’s band mates. Who he can tell definitely don’t like him. So when they’re around, he doesn’t even bother Eddie. Even if all he wants to do is be near the metal head. But he can see it on their faces when he does stand close to Eddie, they never say anything in front of him and he can’t tell if he feels better about that or if he’d rather they do say with him near.

Ultimately, he hears the words again and causes him to actually have that breakdown he knew was coming.

It’s like the world hates him. Because he was having a good time, he was starting to actually believe Eddie’s words and was inching his way to the man, and of the places it happens at his house.

He’s sitting on a lounge chair watching Dustin try and fail at pushing Lucas into the water. Eddie’s curled up in the lounge chair pushed next to his, they’re talking about nothing in particular and he’s hyper aware of how close they’re getting right now.

“I don’t know, man, maybe-“ Eddie had started to say when someone else’s voice is louder and catches his attention.

“Oh, I know. Steve’s definitely an asshole”

And he freezes immediately, his body going rigid and growing hot, tears well up in his eyes. He can’t hear anything else and his eyes are blurry now but he has to get away. This is too much, he can’t breathe anymore.

He nearly falls into the pool in his rush to get up and away from everyone. He doesn’t even know who said it, not that it mattered right now. All that matters is getting away, he can’t be near them anymore. Needs to be alone, to breakdown by himself.

Why do it in front of all of them when they so clearly think it’s true?

“Steve’s definitely an asshole” swirls in his head as he forces himself to rush to his room. Clearly, they were just keeping him around as a buffer- because why else would any of them keep him around? Better to let the asshole get beat up instead of kids, right?

He falls onto the floor as soon as his door is shut and let’s out the sob that was stuck in his throat.

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Well that hurt 🥲

(Part two) (part three) (part four) (part five)

#angst #I’m sorry #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington fic #you can bet your ass the one who said it at the end is Mike #because he’s the biggest asshole to Steve tbh #he was most likely talking with one of Eddie’s band mates #I suck at real dialogue tbh #but I could try at the happy ending this would get #BECAUSE HE DESERVES IT #Desperate Prayers of a Cursed Man fic #nburkhardt writes

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millennium-queen · 10 months

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“Yes, this is my first year in the Games,” says Cinna.

“So they gave you District Twelve,” I say. Newcomers generally end up with us, the least desirable district.

“I asked for District Twelve,” - THG p.78

Here’s my fan design for Cinna! Inspired by @thesweetnessofspring’s post about wanting to see more Cinna in fan works which was super fun!!

#Cinna #the hunger games #THG cinna #Cinna hunger games #my art #justice for Cinna!!#I’ve given him fancy earrings and Red bottom ‘future’ Louboutains #because he deserves it #I don’t have much else to say because it’s like 10:30pm and I’ve been sleepy for days lmaoo #but enjoy!!!

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westernstardh · 1 year

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Draco (Dragonheart, 1996) Appreciation Gif Set

#dragonheart #draco #bowen #movie gifs #dragon #look at him #he is so precious #what a time to be alive #people make posts about movie dragons and almost always leave this beautiful baby out #so this is a ✨️ him ✨️ post #because he deserves it

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packet-of-staples · 5 months

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hoooly shit the way you draw harvey... I'm obsessed

Why thank you!!! I absolutely adore this silly plane loving doctor if you couldnt already tell 🩷🩷

#staples asks #giving him the gift of poc and nose bump and smile line headcanons #because he deserves it #oh also the silly little hot air balloon pin too because hes very sweet

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killl-ka · 8 months

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@1loer also asked me to draw romantic goth Sonia!! I had such a relaxing time doing her, the most fun part was hair, I wanted to keep the braid part from her original design. Truly a queen of darkness 🖤🖤🖤

#sdr2 #danganronpa #danganronpa goodbye despair #my art #sonia nevermind #sdr2 sonia #gothic #romantic goth #fan art #gundham tanaka #because he deserves it

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theduckboy · 2 years

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woa!!!!!! i like your gender, robin!!

#tim drake #robin #red robin #dc #dc comics #starting off pride w my fav guy #because he deserves it #been busy with a new cat #and 90 degree weather #my art

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rhythm-of-space · 7 months

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been feeling weird lately but knowing he's somewhere in the world smiling until his dimple shows and his cheeks hurt, giggling at something that brings him joy and living his dreams makes the days a just little lighter

#because he deserves it #anywayssss

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fruitbythefoot7 · 10 months

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arguably one of the most underrated characters in st, which i, personally, think is a crime

#like look at him #i love him so much #its not even funny #we need to give him more love #because he deserves it #and because in my eyes he can do no wrong #lucas sinclair appreciation #lucas sinclair #stranger things s3 #my art #stranger thing fanart

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stories-from-the-shaded-moon · 7 months

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Whumptober Day12

(Insomnia)

I believe it was @luwyv who invented the basis of this

I just checked and it is. It’s also crazy because they just made a post about it-

It was a gift and a curse. During long battles, being able to easily resist sleep was a blessing. On slow nights when his bed was warm, it was such a curse.

This was one of those cursed nights. Taking a watch helped him these nights, but he had watched yesterday and the day before that and now the Old Man was getting suspicious. The last thing Wild needed was for them to bully him into sleeping.

Or worse. Sleep jail.

He shivered at the thought of Sleep Jail. It happened to Time once. He’d taken too many watches and the top of the mountain was when he didn’t wake anyone else up for their watches. Sky Sleep Jail-ed Time. Time slept very soundly that night, but it looked painful.

Wild refused to get Sleep Jail-ed.

He laid down in his spot beside Twilight, who had his head on Wild’s hip. This was far better than Sleep Jail.

Wild loved Sky, but getting bear hugged to sleep by the Skyloftian sounded like a death sentence.

He tried to keep his leg from bouncing. Time was on watch and Wild did snitch on Time and made Sky put him in Sleep Jail. There was no way he wasn’t out for blood.

Wild felt the single eye staring at him. There was no way the Old Man was going to let him live like this. He was going to be cursed to Sleep Jail by Time. He should just consign to his fate-

“Do you bounce your legs in your sleep?” Shit.

Wild froze. He then realized that he was bouncing his leg, but what were the odds that he was talking about him? Four twitches in his sleep!

“Ow!” A rock hit his forehead. Wild heard Time laugh. Wild reached up to rub his forehead, now very conscious about Twilight on his hip. “What the fuck was that for?” Wild whispered.

“You’ll be in Sleep Jail tomorrow. Just so you know,” He sounded so lax as if that isn’t a world level threat.

“I beg you!” Wild whispered. He saw Twilight’s ear twitch. He did not need someone on Time’s side. He would not be locked in Sleep Jail.

Time hummed. “Sleep Jail sounds nice for you.”

“What did I do?” Wild knew what he did. It was obvious that Time knew that he knew with the glare he gave Wild. “In my defense, it was a joke.”

“Well, this isn’t a joke. Sleep Jail for you,” Time sang. He then proceeded to chant “Sleep Jail” another few times.

Wild wanted to move, but Twilight’s gigantic head was still on his hip.

If he had to silence the Old Man, he would.

Now Wild knew how he would silence him without moving from his spot. A smug grin fell onto Wild’s face. “You’re going to make Sky Sleep Jail me, right?”

“Yep,” Time said, emphasizing the P.

“Okay well-“ Wild swung his hand to where he put the Slate. Time wore metal armor. When he reached and didn’t feel anything, he looked back. There was no Sheikah Slate. “What?”

“I’m no fool,” Wild locked eyes with Time. Time was waving around his Slate. “Smithy’s done it before. Never again.”

Wild grumbled. “It was funny though.”

“You know what else is funny?”

“Don’t-“

“Sleep Jail.”

Wild was suddenly overcome by the urge to show Time his pretty little middle finger. He didn’t, but he wanted to. With love of course.

“What do I have to do for no Sleep Jail?” Wild asked, desperation clouding his voice.

Seconds passed. Long, suffocating, but not really, seconds passed.

“I don’t think there is anything. Let’s call it revenge, shall we?”

Wild grumbled.

“Growl again, I dare you,” Wild was startled by the voice coming from his hip. Twilight had a sneer on his face.

“Sorry,” Wild whispered, putting his hand on Twilight’s head and forcing it back on his lap. Twilight was back asleep almost immediately. Wild took a relieved exhale.

“Sleep Jail,” Time was certainly mocking him now. Wild saw the smile on his face. He refrained from groaning again.

The camp was quiet as Wild shut his mouth. Time chuckled.

“Sounds like you’ve given up,” Time mumbled.

Wild decided that now was the time to show Time his finger.

“I love you too. You’re still going to Sleep Jail though. In the wise words of the Champion, “Sleeping is Sleepy.” What does that even mean?”

“It means that…” Wild had no idea what that meant. He ate a weird mushroom that day. Wild groaned.

Wild let out a startled yelp as pain ripped through his hip. Groans rang from across the camp.

“I dared you,” Twilight muttered.

“Did you fucking bite me?” Wild yelled. He forgot to contain his voice.

“Will you shut up already!” Four shouted.

“I will bite er’body, if you all start nonsense,” Twilight groggily shouted. It was evident that Wild’s hip was just too comfortable for him to leave.

Wild shoved him off anyway. Twilight obviously tried for a Wolfie whine, but in his Hylian form, it came out as a muffled scream. Time snorted, trying to stop his laughing with his mouth. Twilight’s eyes truly opened after that. Twilight looked up, probably at the moon. He then looked back at Time, who was also looking up at the moon, a grim expression replaced his smile.

Time looked back at Twilight. They met eyes. Time pointed to Wild. “He hasn’t slept at all tonight.”

Wild jumped on the defensive. “Maybe I would be asleep if you didn’t throw a rock at me!”

“Put him in Sleep Jail.”

“Put him in Sleep Jail!”

“You’re both getting Jail-ed,” a sleepy voice murmured. It was a voice they knew all too well.

“Goddesses no-“ Time put his head in his hands.

“Sky, please! He threw a rock at me!”

“Jail.”

Sky did what he promised the next night.

“So…was it worth it?” Wild asked, the Skyloftian’s right arm and leg squishing his body into Time’s.

“I wish I could say that it was.”

“Sleep Jail is for sleep’in, not chat’in! Close ‘em eyes!” Twilight pointed at them. They both glared at him, Twilight was smiling.

Wild and Time huffed, but they closed their eyes.

“This will not cure my insomnia,” The two victims thought.

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