#monogramsalarm

I was tagged by James! @monogramsalarm to show my Lock Screen, Home Screen, last song listened to (which I’m listening to rn), and my last saved image!

The last saved image is my horoscope for yesterday which felt particularly on-it (just the ‘have faith’ message, tbh). My Home Screen is my baby, Fluffs!

two messy mullet boys right away :)

@literalliterature: "How about something warm? It'll help you sleep" with Blupjeans!

@toooceanblue: OKAY WAIT IM SORRY I JUST SAW THE OTHER MEME if you wanted to do "your bedhead is really cute" for blupjeans instead I might explode. But again only if the inspiration strikes!

A/N: i got THREE PROMPTS all for BLUPJEANS that are all SLEEPING RELATED my followers are becoming a hivemind and locus prime is quaking and i, for one, am loving it

i am also going to try to work these all together so uhhh let’s fucking do this omfg

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The sky was falling.

The sky was falling and Lup, with open arms, was there to catch it. Arms open wide, wide enough to hold the sky up as it fell; first its darkness, and then whatever was left, all collapsing in as the world was crushed beneath it.

But Lup was there to catch it. The world would crumble but, for just a second, Lup would pause it. For just a second, she would hold the sky up and let its weight bear down on her arms.

A second wasn’t much, but sometimes a second could be enough.

So, she spread up her arms and bared them open to the darkness above, and-

“Lup.”

Her ear twitched as an eye cracked open.

Oh.

Inside Barry’s quarters, the sky was not falling. It was dark, yet only with night. Inside Barry’s quarters, small, faint lights hung from the ceiling and, in her bleary vision, they looked like the stars.

Inside Barry’s quarters (Barry’s bed, to be exact) was Lup, curled up and shivering. With blankets crumbled up by her feet, she could only imagine the kicking she did to shove them off (and, through a mind half-awake, considered whether or not she needed to apologize to Barry in case she did a number on him, too).

When the vision in her one eye finally cleared, she finally looked to Barry, smiling next to her.

“Mornin’, Barold,” she mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow she had her face shoved into. “T’What do I owe th’pleasure?”

She really wasn’t any type of “before 10 A.M.” person but... it was Barry. Even dazed, she couldn’t get too annoyed at that smile.

“I heard you talking in your sleep,” Barry whispered. He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Lup hummed at the gentle touch and let her eye slip shut again. “Did I say anythin’ good?”

Barry’s thumb traced down her jaw and, smiling, Lup’s hand found his in the dark.

“‘The sky, the sky,’“ Barry repeated.

Lup cracked an eye open again and, this time, pushed herself up. She was too cold to fall back asleep now, anyway. Buying herself time, she grasped for her side of the blankets. Barry, sitting up, pulled them back over her.

“Just some... some wild dreams,” Lup finally said, giving him a weak smile.

Wild dreams that, in the daytime, she’d talk about, but currently, with darkness still creeping outside their window...

Barry, understanding, nodded and pressed a kiss to her head.

Lup, silently, thanked him.

“Your bedhead is really cute,” Barry murmured.

Lup, smiling, scoffed. “Such a sap.”

“And you love me,” Barry said, laying back down.

“I do,” Lup said softly.

In the darkness, Barry blushed.

Lup grinned and then, as another shiver ran up her spine, she tugged the blankets tighter around her.

Barry raised an eyebrow. “How about something warm? It'll help you sleep.”

Lup, shifting under the covers, practically rolled on top of Barry. Resting her head against his chest, she let her eyes slip shut.

Barry laughed quietly, and Lup could hear the reverberations in his chest. “That works, too.”

“Hell yeah it does.”

Barry wrapped an arm around Lup, hugging her close, and Lup nestled into him. “Sleep well, Lup.”

true! i used to get spiral notebooks and write down very obvious self insert stories about this kid who went on magical adventures and was so cool and i illustrated them and my character was literally just a badly drawn sailor moon

my favorite female character - okay well. annie. HOWEVER i really really love frankie like i am very tempted to say her. but my attatchment to annie is stronger you know?

my favorite male character - abed!! one of my favorite characters in anything

my favorite book/season/etc - hmmmmmm i think season 2 honestly... 3 is more batshit and has my favorite episode but 2 just has so many strong ones in a row and feels especially like home

my favorite episode (if its a tv show) - pillows and blankets!!!! i have seen it so many times it’s my number one piece of comfort media, i pretty much know it by heart

my favorite cast member - hm i don’t really follow any of the cast members in particular but i think i have to say danny pudi, he’s probably the one i’m most familiar with outside of the show bc i watch a lot of ducktales interviews and also i genuinely think he is very funny and hand some

my favorite ship - trobed babeyyyyyyyyyyy

a character I’d die defending - hm i mean i would say abed but i don’t think he needs defending in a fandom context, so i actually will say frankie and elroy, i think they were very strong additions to the core cast and made s6 way stronger than 5 imo

a character I just can’t sympathize with - the obvious answer is pierce ofc, but i am going to also say hickey bc i just Can’t Stand Him. he is just mean to people and never really learns not to be. there is an episode dedicated to him being Mean To Abed and its not funny it just makes me sad and i hate him

a character I grew to love - i truly can’t think of a character i like now that i disliked or didn’t love originally.......... maybe jeff?? i mean i dont remember ever not liking him but i love him so much now, definitely More than i did origianlly

When it came to dating Jack Kelly, there were many wonderful benefits.

One, Davey got all of the little doodles Jack made, complete with his tiny scrawling signature in the bottom left corner. They’d be worth millions someday, Davey knew it, whether it was in actual money or just pure sentimentality.

Two, Jack was absolutely incredible at planning dates. He had been from the very first time they ever went out, when they drove forty minutes and sat on top of a hill to watch a meteor shower, which Jack had been absolutely correct in thinking Davey would love.

Three, Jack was...well, Jack was Jack. He was vibrant and sweet and caring and passionate and everything anyone could ever want in a boyfriend. Davey’s parents loved him, Davey’s friends loved him, it was seemingly impossible to not love Jack Kelly.

There were some downsides, too.

Namely, the drawer that should have held the four sweatshirts that Davey owned and currently did not.

Three of them were unaccounted for.

One of them was on Jack, who was doing his absolute best to look innocent.

“All of them, Jacky?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Jack insisted, crossing his arms like that would hide the logo across his chest from a school he very much did not go to and Davey very much did.

“You’re literally wearing one of them right now.”

“Okay, okay, I took your hoodie. One of them. And I’m not giving it back. What’s the point of having a tall boyfriend if I can’t steal his hoodies?”

“Normally, I have four, and currently, the one you’re wearing is the only one I know where it is.”

Jack shrugged.

“I don’t have the other ones, and this one is mine now.” He grinned at Davey. “I’ll take if off if you want.”

“You’re not wearing anything underneath it, are you.”

“Nope. Just my pants.”