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Did someone order a dose of fluff?

The Bedtime Meme

In the great green room, there is a telephone and a red balloon, and a picture of
The cow jumping over the moon,
And there were three little bears sitting on chairs,
And two little kittens and a pair of mittens,
And a little toyhouse and a toy mouse,
And a comb and a brush and bowl full of mush,
And a quiet old lady who was whispering "hush".

WHAT TO DO:

1. Post with your character--name, fandom and any particular preferences go in the subject line as usual.

2. You can either roll or pick a scenario (or scenarios!) from the list or leave your comment blank.

3. Reply to people!

4. Have fun and be mindful of your partner's preferences--while this is not inherently a smut meme, it could definitely turn that way.

OPTIONS:

1. Washing up for Bed: You and your thread partner have had a long day, and now it's time to wash it all off. Don't forget to scrub behind your ears!

2. Bedtime Story: Some people just can't get to sleep without some sort of story. It can be a familiar book, or even a story of your thread partner's life.

3. Warm Milk and Cookies (or Chamomile Tea): A warm drink and a few cookies in the belly are just what some people need to relax before bed.

4. Pajamas: What (if anything) you wear to bed says a lot about your personality. Dressed to impress or totally relaxed?

5. Lullaby: Philomel with melody or rock-a-bye baby? Either way, you're looking to lull your thread partner into a restful sleep with the sound of your voice.

6. Goodnight Kiss: Nothing says 'sweet dreams' like a chaste (...or not so chaste...) kiss at bedtime.

7. Comfort Object: Whether it's a nightlight, a teddy bear or an old blankie, bedtime's not happening unless the comfort object is in the room.

8. Cuddles Forever: The ultimate in fluffy warm coziness before falling asleep.

9. Reluctant Sleeper: Your blankets are itchy. The room's too hot. You want another story. Whatever the reason, you're not ready to settle in and go to bed.

10. Wildcard!: I know I forgot something, so here's your wildcard for whatever else you can fit into this meme, and any mix-and-matching you want to do

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[OTA gen/platonic, anything more serious 20+ OTA! Castmates (especially JINUS and her girls), crosscanon, crossmedium, assumed CR, AUs, OCs etc all always welcome!]

Edited 2026-02-12 00:50 (UTC)

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[Previous CR jump right in. For those I haven't threaded with yet, let's plot a little to understand the circumstances of the sleepover.]

[It had been a long day. He'd covered a night shift, then worked the day, and had to go a few hours into a third unexpected shift due to a mass casualty midday. He'd been running on autopilot the last half hour, and it wasn't until the E.D. was flowing like normal and he'd sent everyone else off before he let himself breathe and sign out.

The ride back home had passed in a blur, traumas from the day in his mind and if he'd done everything he could with the means he was limited to. If someone had noticed the few changes he'd made, the little pushes to those that had needed it most. He hadn't been able to resist a pair of big green eyes staring up at him in fear and pain. It was always the young that made him bend more than others.

He pulled into the driveway and realized he hadn't picked up anything for food. Hadn't even checked his phone before leaving. Shit. He didn't know if Van had gotten anything, or wanted something, and he was just... exhausted. A rare occurrence for him. He sat in the car for about ten minutes, trying to remember how to people, then he got out and headed into the home. It smelled of Van and pixies, and he shrugged off his jacket and toed off his shoes.]

I forgot to pick anything up. I'm going to attempt to drown myself in the shower. Reprimand me after that, thank you.

[Called out to the house in general before he shuffled his way to his bathroom to start working off his clothes while the shower heated up.]

I am not about to reprimand you, darling. But if you need time and space, take as much as you'd like.

[The voice comes from Van's recording studio. He doesn't poke his head out yet, in case Rowan's not up for any actual interaction. To Van, Rowan sounds...crispy. Brittle. Like the joke about drowning himself isn't entirely a joke. Like he's bruised on the inside of his head from a rough day.]

...there's some bubble bath under the sink, if you don't feel like standing that long, though.

[More to himself than Van, he mumbled:] I don't know what I need.

[A sigh, then he stepped in and leaned against the wall, letting the water fall over him and half registering it. He felt the zing of a pixie's magic as one flew in to check on him, then paid it little mind as it drifted off again. His eyes closed and he tried his best to just let the day bleed out of him. One day, like all the others. Just a day. Just one in an endless stream...]

[Well, that doesn't sound good.

Van comes to the bathroom, lingering in the doorway to watch Rowan. He's not particularly subtle about it, not trying to be.]

You look like shit, love.

[He notes Van's arrival, sighs slightly as he glances through the frosted glass to see the shape of him.]

Well, that's a step up from how I feel. How was your day?

Much better, clearly. Don't worry about me, I'm here to see what I can do for you. And if you want me to fuck off, you're going to need to say that in words for me.

[Like, sure, he could go handle dinner, easy enough. But right now he's not sure leaving Rowan alone is a good idea.]

[He's quiet for a moment, the steam from the hot water filling the room and mingling Van's scent over to him. He moves to push the door open a little.]

Join me?

[He didn't really have a right to ask, but he recognized that he was feeling a little desperate for physical contact that wasn't soaked with pain.]

[Van whips off his shirt without a moment of hesitation. Strips off his pants and underwear. Leaves them on the floor like a jackass--cleanup will come later. He'll take care of it all, really.]

Of course.

[As he steps into the shower, the first thing he does is lightly pull Rowan into his arms. Just...to hold him for a bit. Just to support him.]

[The feel of arms around him, warm, living, unhurt arms around him that he leans into. His arms slide around his waist, resting his head on his shoulder and letting out a long sigh.]

Thank you.

[Softly spoken, but heartfelt as he soaks in the scent of wolf and man, warmth pouring into him as much as he was letting it waft off him to wrap around his roommate. Lover. Friend.]

You work so hard taking care of everyone else. Makes sense that people forget you need to be taken care of, too.

[There's no rush to do anything, to move, to accomplish the fundamentals of a shower. He can just. Be here for Rowan for a bit.]

Did I interrupt anything?

[He turned his head, nuzzling in against the crook of Van's neck, snuffling there and sighing at the familiar, safe scent.]

Nothing urgent. Just need to get the recording for this one done by end of day Friday. Visual novel, this time.

[His lips brush Rowan's forehead tenderly as he nuzzles.]

More growling and grunting?

[He grinned, amused still at the fact that Van's occupation involved making sexy noises in a microphone for people to read. It baffled and tickled him.]

Not as much as usual. Someone got the idea to do a medieval fantasy version of Date Everything, and I'm voicing an anvil.

[...okay, yeah, he hears it, that's still fucking weird.]

[Rowan blinked, then laughed, shaking his head against Van's shoulder.]

I don't have the slightest clue as to anything you just said, but as long as it pays you and you're happy, I'm on board.

It's ridiculous, I love it, and if this game sells, I might start getting invitations to local conventions and such.

[He's building up a career again.]

[Hearing the excitement and pleasure in Van's voice was soothing. Considering how they'd come together, it was good to know that this arrangement was working for him. That he was finding his footing, finding a path that worked for him where he felt more in control.]

Good. I'm sorry I interrupted. Today was... I'm glad it's over.

Do you need to talk about it?

[He's not going to push if Rowan needs the distraction more, but he also wants to be available as a sounding board as needed.

He also takes this opportunity to grab some shampoo, to begin washing Rowan's hair.]

No. I'd like to forget about it. I want to get clean and curl up in bed with you and just let today end in a good way instead of thoughts of all the ways it could be worse.

[His hands moved to Van's waist, holding him there as the wolf started to scrub his hair.]

Today, my things are bleh. Yours are talking anvils likely having sex with hammers and swords. I don't quite know. I prefer anthropomorphic porny strangeness.

It gets really silly, the game. Have you ever wanted to romance and fuck a tabard?

[Van makes sure to slowly massage Rowan's head with his fingertips, trying to loosen some of the tension threaded through him.]

Anyway, if I do go to conventions, would you want to come alone, work pending?

No, and you know that I've had the occasion to be near tabards. The idea of wanting to put myself near enough one to try to figure out if it has a personality or not, and whether that personality needs a shagging, has never flitted through my mind before. I'm quite certain that between the fae and humans, humans are definitely winning in the deviancy department.

[He snorted a laugh, opening his eyes enough to see Van in front of him, leaning in to nuzzle at him before letting him continue with his hair.]

You say convention and I think of medical ones. I'm going to guess these ones aren't like that?