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ghostlythunderbird · 1 year

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As a Spouse and a Parent~ Task Force 141

Pairings: Simon Riley, John MacTavish, Kyle Garrick, John Price X Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Pregnancy, Prior Abuse, some NSFW is referenced

Word Count: 2,269

Author Notes: Is this feeding into a deep longing of mine? Why yes, yes it is. I'm sorry if this is poorly written I was writing this at 3am

Simon “Ghost” Riley

As a Spouse

Simon actually didn’t want to get married in the beginning, because if you wanted to get married it would only put a potential target on not just you but anyone you're close to. But I can assure you he wanted nothing more than to put a ring on your finger, and as a testament to that you should have heard how picky he was with your ring. Soap was definitely losing his mind while trying to help Simon out

After the initial hesitation in the first year of your marriage not much had changed between you and Simon, but your relationship continued to grow as Simon became more upfront with nothing that seemed to really bother him. Of course keeping everything related to his job confidential.

He became more doting on you, constantly craving for your attention whenever he’s at home. It was honestly comical that this large man seemed to melt into a puddle at the slightest touch from you, practically purring for you when you rake your hands through his hair when you cuddle in those late mornings. Even after this he will ask you not to share how he truly acts at home with any of his teammates, there often was the threat of not getting any more breakfasts in bed from him.

Oh and when I tell you this man can cook, I mean he can COOK. Like this man can cook full course meals but the only time you have to interfere is because he doesn't use seasoning very much. Secretly he enjoys these small moments with you, just spending quality time whenever he can is what helps him realize that getting married was the best decision.

As a Parent

When you told him you were pregnant for the first time he had a whole mental meltdown that ended up with him leaving to take a walk around your neighborhood. Now it wasn’t because he was angry, if anything he was terrified.

This is a man who has faced horrid abuse at the hands of his father, had his Brother, mother, sister in law, and his nephew murdered because of his job, had so many near death experiences, and killed men without a second thought. How could someone like him raise a child properly, much less raise one that wouldn’t hate him for who he was.

After returning and talking his fears out, you both soon started to prepare the arrival of your child. And lets be real he is fascinated with each step of your pregnancy, His favorite part was feeling his child react to his touch each time. Just to add this in because I just have a feeling this might happen, this man would definitely end up having at least 5 kids because he falls in love all over again with each one. Not only that but he wants to prove that he is a better dad than his own could have ever been.

Simon loves all his kids and will spend each moment he can with them, going to dance recitals, practice, helping with homework, putting them all to bed. Does he become a tired dad after 5 kids? Well of course he would but does he regret it, Never.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

As a Spouse

Oh my gosh, now this man right here is one of the Sweetest Hubbies out there. You talk about remodeling the kitchen? Well here is your new kitchen after a month. Craving a certain food, he’s either buying it or attempting to make it.

From the first point when I mean attempting I really mean “Attempting” because this man cannot cook to save his life. And before you try to say he can, he can cook a few things but hardly anything is seasoned because the military has ruined his sense of taste. While he can’t outright cook more than simple meals like grilled cheese sandwiches it doesn't mean he can't help chop up ingredients or be your taste tester. His favorite thing to do is help you bake and you know this man will be licking the spoon and the bowl, he ended up stealing it once and locked himself in the bathroom so you couldn't stop him.

When he's home you can guarantee you're gonna be cuddled to death by him, he hardly ever lets you leave and if you're gone for more than five minutes he's going to look for you and become a human koala. Johnny I feel like is a very affectionate lover and will do anything to find a compromise if you two can't agree on something. He never makes big decisions without you as in his eyes being married means you have to work together not against each other.

As a Parent

Ok let's be real here out over everyone in the task force Johnny has the BIGGEST Breeding kink out there, and like most men he isn't much of a fan of condoms simply because it takes out the intimacy. He has a true addiction to cumming inside you so it's no surprise you end up becoming pregnant.

When you tell him you're pregnant he would let out the biggest yell and then tackle you into a bear hug while crying from pure joy. After finding this out he immediately called and told both of your families. He's very invested with both yours and the baby's development over time. His favorite thing to do is to fall asleep on your lap with his head near your bump no matter how big or small it is while running his hand over it.

While he does get prepared once you start reaching the end of your pregnancy it doesn't stop the military one bit. After hearing he would end up deploying towards the end he was devastated, while he understands you cant stop when you're called back to base he wanted nothing more to stay home and would even risk going AWOL.

He would constantly facetime you everyday when he's gone, and while he wasn't physically there for the birth of your child he did encourage you from the phone while being hundreds of miles from home. And when he was finally able to finally come home? He gathered you both up in his arms and refused to let go.

But as your child grows up I can definitely say Johnny is the most supportive and fun dad out there. He wants nothing more than to see his kid grow up to be a respectful and easy person who still takes time to appreciate the little things and know when to have a little fun.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

As a Spouse

This man I feel like can be often overlooked so here we're gonna give him a whole bunch of lovins here. Gaz is more of a selfless lover by heart, so be prepared to be showered in love and attention 24/7. Trying to read a book? Well now you're both reading a book because he wants to constantly be in your presence.

While Kyle is home he would definitely want to go on walks and hikes with you just so you're both exploring together. That being said he tries to plan yearly vacations for you both wherever you both decide to visit. Like Simon, Kyle wants to spend as much time with you as he can while he's home. The awful part about his job is to think that there might be a last time he would ever see you, so he wants to take advantage of every second.

Kyle loves to talk about your future together, wondering about your lives of what could happen or what could have been. His favorite part though is to talk about settling down somewhere away from the hustle and bustle of the big cities in the UK. Having a little house in a village far out into the countryside where the both of you can live in peace.

Maybe there are often times where he thinks that your dreams of living out your lives together may never become a reality when coming back after a rather rough mission. You will have to talk him out of those thoughts just to remind him that even on the roughest days you'll always be by his side even when he can't see you.

As a Parent

This man is NOT prepared to hear that you're pregnant. Wanna know what he does when you wait until he comes home to tell him? This man straight up faints from the overwhelming news. After hearing you freaking out after coming to he just wraps you up as you're both on the floor and just says “This wasn't in our road map, love” as a joke.

It does take him off guard to understand that he's not only fighting the darkness just to protect you but for his child now. And to say that it keeps driving him forward to survive every mission more than ever before is a vast understatement.

Kyle ends up asking you one day after being home for a week on how many you both feel comfortable with having, you both decide on having two. Over time his excitement continued to grow the bigger your child got and when I tell you this man keeps buying toys and baby clothes I'm not joking. He's a hoarder of baby stuff now

When your little one is finally born this man has constant tears that the nurses even joked that your husband cried more than you while in labor. He's mesmerized by this child, that while you fall asleep he begins to pledge his life for the newborn in his arms. Gaz as a dad is one of the sweetest things in the world, always wanting to be involved in his children's lives and to spend every minute with them.

John Price

As a Spouse

This man is by far the biggest romantic out there without a doubt, always wanting to surprise you when you least expect him to be home. His favorite memory was when he came in with you eating ice cream on the couch and he grabbed you from behind, he didn't regret having to clean the couch afterwards.

You better expect he's gonna take you out whenever he gets home too, like this man WANTS to show you off no matter where you go. You both go out to a fancy restaurant you're getting shown off, at a taco truck just down from your shared home. Well guess what you're still getting shown off even if you're dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt.

Don’t blame this man for any of it because he's just so in love with you he can't help himself. But if he had to choose between staying at home or going out without a doubt he would choose to stay in with you and just enjoy the limited time he has. While yes sometimes he has to bring home paperwork he still finds a way such as having you curled up in his lap over his tights and having a blanket draped over the both of you.

That being said there have been times you've both fallen asleep in the chair and you both totally have NEVER tipped the chair back. It definitely became an inside joke between the both of you but it's something you both never mention to anyone else.

As a Parent

You and John have talked about what you might do if you ever decided to have kids, but you've both tried to be as safe during your “Adult” time but it seems that life said otherwise. While you had no reason to be upset or nervous about telling John you couldn't help the nagging feeling of anxiety. You don't tell him right away, but you rather plan it around one of your nightly walks.

At first he thought you were messing with him and doing one of your pranks again, but after seeing your serious face he was speechless. After the initial shock he pulls you in and kisses you, he lets out a laugh after pulling back before resting his hand over your stomach. John tries to be around as much as he can for the majority of your pregnancy, but life as an officer is a very demanding one.

While he's gone on deployments he tries to stay in contact as much as he can, and if he doesn't have service he keeps a picture of you and a sonogram picture of his little one tucked away in his tactical vest. The only person he shows and talks about his new child with is Simon, because this man is dealing with 5 kids even after saying he's too old for this life.

You end up giving birth right before John was getting ready to land, and let's just say this man threatened a lot of people just so he could get to the hospital as soon as possible. John overall as a parent would definitely be doting but he knows when he needs to put his foot down, even if it does end up drawing tears. He’s one of those dads too that definitely lets his kids do whatever to him, especially if he has a daughter.

#simon riley x reader #john price x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #cod modern warfare #cod mw2

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dilatorywriting · 1 year

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I have come to pour some Monsters & Mayhem Rook brainrot in your inbox. Hope that's okay!

Rook is a freelance bounty hunter who most people find deeply unsettling. He never accepts payment, only picks up specific targets which interest him, and never fails his mission. It doesn't matter if the target hasn't been sighted in two years, after 3 days of taking the request, Root is at the commissioner's house at 3am (the witching hour) on the dot, a large, bloodied burlap sack behind him, and a heart in his left hand as the obligatory proof of death. He offers to show the corpse as well (waving at the sack behind him) if they wish, but no-one ever takes him up on the offer. What with his polished smile that lacks any warmth and his green gaze that seems to be looking into your very soul. The bloodstains on his clothes and his uncanny ability to pick up on the very thought that happens to be crossing your mind at that moment does not help matters either.

In truth, Rook is a Reaper. At least, this is what the MC comes to suspect. MC is runs a bakery in the village - something they come to regret on a daily basis because being a baker means waking up at 4am so you can start the ovens by 5am and begin your prep for the day. But MC likes making pasteries, truly, and it was between this or their parents marrying them off to that stuck up noble in the next town over who only really wanted someone to make him strawberry tarts day in and day out.

The first time MC meets Rook is when they're shuffling around on the shop floor at 4:30am, arranging some of yesterdays leftover treats that had been stored in the ice box, when they become suddenly aware that someone is at the window, watching them. They turn and there is Rook, plastered on the window watching with such rapt fascination. Perhaps MC should have had a more adverse reaction, considering the time, and the bloodstains on his clothes, and such, but it was too early for that. Instead, they crack open the door and offer him a small tart to say "please promptly leave - you're getting smudges on the glass". The way Rook starts marvelling at it like he's never seen one before, and especialy when he inists on MC eating a bite first "to show how one might savour them", starts to raise suspicions that he might not be human. He starts dropping by every morning at the same ungodly hour, and asks for pasteries in exchange for whatever strange (and rare) ingredient he's picked up, and MC even lets him inside to eat them. There's something endering in the way he can wax poetic about a piece of carrot cake.

Through general gossip from the mouths of customers, and Rook's own monologies, MC does piece together that yes, Rook is that bounty hunter, and that yes, he's most likely some sort of Reaper. He's a hunter by profession, and his last name is Hunt for gods sake, and he talks about tracking people down by "the light of one's soul" and whatnot. But MC remains largely unbothered. Rook may be strange, unhinged, and probably not human, but he's also oddly sweet. He's interesting to listen to, and it's refreshing to have a conversation with someone who isn't looking down their nose at you for being unmarried at your age.

Speaking of which, as rumors start to go around about that bounty hunter visting your bakery, another proposal from the tart-loving noble ends up on your doorstep. Except it's less of a proposal and more of a "the agreement between Duchess Roseharts and the family head, concerning the union between you and Riddle Roseharts, has been reached. This is a curstesy call for any last objections, before final arrangements are made. Only objections with a basis in the kingdom's law will be considered".

And so, because you've never been very good at making up lies, and because Rook seems to scare everyone, and because Rook has, technically, proposed to you before (many times, which you never took seriously, in his long winded speeches of praise about your baking), you write in response: I object to this union, on the basis that I have already accepted a marriage proposal from Rook Hunt.

Chaos then ensues.

Ooooh this is top-tier brain rot indeed. Reaper Rook? I'm here for it. Also, like, I just recently watched the new Puss in Boots movies and like, THAT sort of reaper? That kind of death? And Rook having that sort of presence and terror factor?

But oh my goodness, this is all marvelous. I love Rook and his oddities so much, and he's been slipping more and more into all the other character's lil stories. But ahhh, Reaper!Rook, Reaper!Rook... You sound very lovely. Excuse my while I go brain rot over this

#Asks #Monster Mayhem #Rook Hunt

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owl-with-a-pen · 4 months

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I don't remember when, but there was a headcanon post from someone about Brainy falling asleep on the job sometimes because he overworks himself, and Winn and some of the other people at the DEO being startled by it, so what if he started falling asleep out of nowhere at the Tower too and Nia would find him and help him get more comfortable as well

This is so stupidly late at this point but anon, if you're still out there, this one's for you 😉

Nia should’ve seen it coming, all the signs had been right there.

As someone who could take the gold medal for ignoring her body’s needs when it came to sleep, Brainy came in at a close second – and that was only because he wasn’t susceptible to random fainting spells.

Usually, anyway.

There’d been one close call that morning, down in the lab. J’onn had been going over the details of their latest alien convict case when Nia had felt it. That dream-like gut punch that told her something was about to go very wrong.

Brainy had been stood at her side, arms tensely folded across his chest, all but smothering the Brainiac insignia on his shirt. To anyone else, he would’ve looked focused on the task at hand, but Nia could read between the lines.

He’d had maybe one solid thought track reserved for J’onn’s briefing, and that was being generous. It was no secret that their lack of leads over the last few weeks had been grating on everyone’s nerves, but none more than Brainy’s. She was pretty sure he’d manipulated his image inducer just to hide the extent of it from everyone. His eyes had been far too bright ever since they’d left the apartment that morning, the heavy shadows she’d seen lurking beneath them conveniently absent.

It was only when Brainy started to tilt in her periphery that Nia had realised what that gut punch had meant. She hadn't needed a vision to fill in the gaps, not when Brainy’s eyes flickered shut and he'd tipped abruptly towards her.

Fortunately, Nia was quick. Before he'd had a chance to fall, she'd caught his shoulder with her own, gently bumping him back into place. To his credit, Brainy recovered in record time, blinking quickly to recalibrate his surroundings.

The whole thing had lasted maybe two seconds, tops, and if any of the Super Friends had noticed, they didn't say a word.

So, Nia hadn’t mentioned it either.

She really regretted making that decision now. If she’d just called him out on it that morning, maybe she wouldn’t have found Brainy at his desk just a few hours later, head cushioned across folded arms, all but dead to the world.

The research Brainy had been working through was still visible on the Tower’s television screens, though the only sign of activity came from the steady flash of the stationary cursor. Brainy’s own computer screen had gone dark some time ago, which at least gave Nia a good place to start in terms of figuring out exactly how long he’d been like this.

It wasn’t too late, just past lunchtime, and while any other member of the Super Friends might have been alarmed by Brainy’s impromptu nap, Nia knew what the others didn’t.

Brainy hadn’t slept that night. And it wasn’t the first time, either.

Some nights, she’d rolled over to find his side of the bed empty by 3am. Others, Brainy had tossed and turned so restlessly that Nia had been forced to grumble out half lucid complaints just to get him to quit it. By the time she came-to, she’d find him flat on his back, perfectly still at her side - eyes closed but flickering fitfully behind his lids, never quite unconscious.

In the early days of their relationship, Nia wouldn’t have known what that had meant. Now, though? Now, she was very well acquainted with the stages of a Coluan sleep cycle.

First, there was the short but succinct restorative process that lasted anywhere between one to three hours. The Coluan equivalent of a human sleep pattern, she supposed. In that time, he’d shut down all thought tracks, all non-essential processes, and allow his body and mind the total freedom to recuperate uninterrupted. His eyes never moved in that state, there was no REM cycle going on, no dreams at all. His mind retreated somewhere far beyond the realm Nia might catch glimpses of in her own dreams, a state of being linked solely with his life core, a shared space within the Big Brain. Wherever it was, wherever it took him, Nia knew he always found peace there.

The other sleep state – the one Brainy often fell into now he shared his nights with her – was something akin to a light doze. He was freer with his choice of positioning during that time, often cosying up to her instead of lying Nosferatu-style on his back. Those were the hours Nia liked best, where she could curl up into his chest or wind herself around him, feeling his breath in her hair, his hands on her waist or tracing patterns across her spine. His mind was open to her in that state, so much that the edges of their dreams would often blur and coalesce into one still life portrait that they could share.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him inhabit either of those states.

As she watched Brainy’s back rise and fall with each heavy exhale, she knew that this was more of a light doze situation than anything else. His fingers were curled tightly against the table, a level of strain pulling his shoulders taut. Nia couldn’t see her boyfriend’s face beneath his folded arms, but she could imagine the pinched expression that might’ve greeted her. She knew this nap wouldn’t bring him any peace, not when it hadn’t been preceded by the restorative process he clearly needed.

Her skin prickled at the thought.

She should’ve said something sooner. She’d felt it in her gut, why hadn’t she just…?

“He’s not okay, is he?”

Nia turned sharply at the sound of Alex’s voice. She hadn’t even noticed her come up from the elevator, let alone sneak up behind her.

Nia tightened her arms around herself, ducking her head. “He’s not been sleeping,” she said carefully, trying to hide the strain in her own voice.

“Again?” Alex asked. She took a step closer, peering over Nia’s shoulder, reviewing Brainy with a doctor’s eye. She frowned her concern. “I don’t think I’ve seen him this bad since he first started working at the DEO.”

Nia smiled grimly. “That tracks.” When Alex looked at her in confusion, she sighed. “Brainy used to tell me how difficult it was in the early days adjusting to this time,” she explained. “It really used to stress him out. And that’s the thing— he’s been stressing a lot worse since he took off his inhibitors, especially after…” Nia shuddered, gritting her teeth at the memory. She closed her eyes. “While he was working for Lex, I mean, he hardly slept. In fact, he would’ve done anything to avoid it. So now, any time he starts stressing over something…”

“The pattern repeats,” Alex finished. She watched Brainy sympathetically, worry lines etched into her brow. “I really don’t want to wake him, but he deserves to be resting properly. This—” she waved her hand over his head, “isn’t exactly ideal.”

Nia’s lips twitched. “I’ll handle it.”

“Are you sure?” Alex asked, turning towards her. “Do you need any help?”

“It’s fine. Trust me, I got this.”

Alex hesitated. It was weird, seeing that protective older sister instinct take over in real time. It practically glued her to the spot. Nia tried not to smile at Alex’s expense. She knew it couldn’t have been easy handing her duty of care over to someone else, especially if this had become her area of expertise in the early days of Brainy’s career.

She wondered if his sleep cycle had ever come up with Alex before. It was probably on his medical file somewhere, but Nia sincerely doubted Brainy had given up that information lightly. It had taken her weeks of sleeping in the same bed as him just to broach the subject casually.

Eventually, Alex cleared her throat. “Well then, take him home,” she told her, holding Nia’s eye for an uncomfortable beat. “And tell him he won’t be fit for duty until he’s had a proper Coluan-fit sleep. Doctor’s orders.”

Oh yeah, she definitely knew what was up. Nia felt bad for ever doubting her.

“Noted,” Nia said, saluting with two fingers as Alex headed back down to the lab, but not before giving Brainy’s hair an affectionate ruffle. Surprising neither of them, he didn’t so much as stir.

Once she and Brainy were alone in the loft again, Nia bit her lip, shuffling a little closer to the table. She took up Alex’s old position, watching Brainy’s posture for any change, any reason to think he might have been aware of his surroundings at all.

When Brainy remained unresponsive, she took his shoulder with one hand, ignoring the tension knotted there, and brushed her fingers across his forehead with the other, knocking a few feathery strands of golden hair across his nose.

“Querl?” she asked softly.

On Brainy’s more difficult days, Nia always found it easier to reach her boyfriend by using his given name. Just as she’d anticipated, he shifted slightly, making a muffled sound into his arms. As he lifted his head, Nia tried not to smile at the imprint left behind on his cheek by his sleeve. His lashes flickered slowly as he tried to blink his eyes open. They were dark and bloodshot and extremely heavy lidded, but he was awake. He was with her.

Nia let her fingers travel up to the roots of his hair, scratching his scalp in the way she knew he liked. Brainy responded immediately, an appreciative hum rumbling somewhere in his chest. Nia did smile then. “Hey Wildcat, how’re you doing?”

“Nia?” his voice was a little dry, crackling heavily around his modulator as he became reacquainted with those muscles. He raised his head towards her, the first tell-tale flicker of acknowledgement whirring behind his eyes. “Apologies, I—I must’ve--” At that, something inside of him snapped to life and he straightened so quickly that Nia’s hand slipped from his shoulder. “I—don’t know why I—” He cleared his throat, and while obviously disoriented, his hand still found the keyboard reflexively, gripping it for purchase. Immediately, his screen turned on, although Nia didn’t miss the way he shied away from the bright light. “I assure you, it won’t happen again.”

“Oh, I can bet it won’t.” Nia took his elbow, leaning in towards his ear. “Because you’ve just been benched.”

It was adorable watching those cogs start to turn again as Brainy tried to figure out what she meant. She rarely caught him out like this, which really spoke volumes as to how exhausted he must’ve been. Brainy opened his mouth as though to refute her, only to close it again when he took further stock of the room. He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Alex was here, wasn’t she?”

Nia snorted. “Doctor’s orders,” she repeated, rubbing his shoulder sympathetically.

Brainy’s quick burst of energy was already beginning to wane. He leant into her touch without hesitation, his eyes flickering shut again.

“Hey,” Nia said quickly, cupping the side of his face. “Listen, you’re exhausted, Brainy. Can you honestly tell me when you last slept?” She gripped his arm tighter, just for emphasis. “And not just cat naps, I mean your last restorative cycle.”

No more secrets, it had been both their promise and mantra to one another ever since Nia had saved Brainy from Leviathan’s ship. It wasn’t always perfect, and she could tell that Brainy was uncomfortable admitting to it now, but his exhaustion was clearly winning out.

After a few seconds to process, Brainy lowered his head in defeat. “Seven days, fourteen hours.”

Nia’s mouth fell open in surprise. “A week? You haven’t slept for a whole week?”

Brainy’s shoulders drew together defensively. “I have gone far longer without sleep before, my species are—”

She lifted her hand in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. “Querl Dox, Colaun or not, nearly eight days is a push and you know it.” When Brainy failed to meet her eye, she sighed, rubbing circles into his back with her thumb. “If there’s something on your mind, you can tell me.”

Brainy made a derisive sound at the back of his throat “That’s the problem,” he muttered irritably. “Everything is on my mind. I- normally, I can compartmentalise, control and distribute any thought or calculation I wish to hone my focus on. But, but right now?” He laughed through his teeth, baring them into a tight smile. “I can’t.”

“Can’t- compartmentalise?”

“Can’t think.” He rubbed at his eyes in frustration. “Recent stressors have been a factor, of course, but I find now that the simplest answer to a problem feels like a mile long task.”

“Lack of sleep can do that to a person,” Nia considered. She dug her knuckles into some of the more compacted areas of Brainy’s back as she spoke, watching his jaw tighten as he struggled to remain functional. “Why don’t we head home for the day?”

Brainy scoffed at that, rolling his shoulder away from her. He scowled down at the table. “Do I have a choice in the matter? I suspect you will remove me either way.”

Nia shrugged. “Well, it is the logical choice, unless you wanna take it up with Alex.”

Brainy only groaned in answer.

She stroked his hair, flattening out the top of his head before planting a kiss against his scalp. His skin was warm against her lips, not quite feverish, but a little more than a Coluan’s natural heat signature. She had her suspicions that he’d been dipping into power reserves normally meant for his doppelgangers just to keep himself on his feet.

But, that was a conversation for later.

“We’ll figure it out,” Nia promised, resting her chin on his head, letting that warmth bleed into her jaw. She wrapped her arms around his front, grinning when Brainy began to relax against her again. “If my mom taught me anything, it’s that things always look a little brighter after a good night’s sleep.”

Brainy perked up curiously at that, his dark eyes flickering up to meet her. “It’s two thirty in the afternoon.”

“Semantics.” She drew back, giving his shoulders one final squeeze. “Come on, ready to go?”

Brainy’s response was a grumbled mixture of Coluan and English, but he pushed himself onto his feet regardless. Nia untangled herself from his shoulders before heading out in front of him. She was halfway to the elevator when she sensed what he was about to do.

“Don’t even think about it,” she warned.

Behind her, Brainy dropped the tablet he’d been trying to surreptitiously stow inside his backpack. “Your precognitive abilities are growing stronger, I see,” he commended with a dry smile. “It’s annoying.”

Nia laughed. “Let’s go, sleepy head, before Alex kicks us both outta here.”

Once they were home and Nia had finally managed to coax Brainy to bed, she could tell he was still too restless to sleep. He eventually agreed to let her douse him with a little extra dream energy, lulling him into a part of his unconscious mind where any unruly thoughts would have trouble following.

She stayed close to his side as he struggled to get comfortable on the bed, keeping an eye on the ever-present tension in his arms as he folded them over his chest. He’d lifted any illusions from his image inducer the second they’d stepped foot inside the apartment, and now Nia could see the deep shadows beneath Brainy’s eyes, sinking like sallow bruises into his cheekbones.

It must have felt impossible at times to sleep with a mind as crowded as Brainy’s. The restorative process was meant to be an escape from that, a total surrender to the Big Brain, but that escape didn’t come naturally to Brainy, not after so many years without it, especially when he’d worked himself up like this.

Nia knew this would be a bigger conversation somewhere down the line, but Brainy was still hesitant to share his anxieties with her, especially anything that related to his time working for Lex. Kelly had offered her office to him if he ever wanted a professional ear, but he still had a way to go before he’d feel comfortable sharing like that.

Still, every step was progress.

For right now, Nia knelt by his side, stroking her hand through his hair, across his forehead. She let her other drift over Brainy’s chest and stomach, feeding lazy swirls of dream energy into his projectors. After a while, Brainy’s eyes fell closed, a stuttered breath passing uneasily through his teeth.

She knew he was starting to slip towards the restorative process when he began muttering things in Coluan. The words were disjointed, his accent far too thick and heavy with sleep for her to pick up exactly what he was saying. Eventually, even those words mellowed into a purr-like hum courtesy of his relaxing modulator. His fingers loosened across his front and – just like that – he was totally out, the Big Brain sweeping any latent concerns away as it pulled him safely inside, his projectors pulsing brighter as a result.

Nia maintained her dream energy for a while longer, although the more she leaned into that power, the more she felt her own consciousness begin to slip away. It wasn’t abnormal for a Dreamer to get pulled under by her own energy, and while she’d fought it for a long time, she knew now that it was as natural and welcoming of an entity as the Big Brain was to Brainy.

Before she gave in completely, Nia quickly tucked herself into Brainy’s side, resting her head against his shoulder. She kept her hand poised over his central life core, holding their connection until the very last moment.

Her power washed over her like a calming tide of seafoam, turning the darkness behind her eyes into a familiar shade of blue.

Brainy would need to rest under his restorative process longer than normal to get the full effect, which gave her just enough time to paint the perfect picture inside her dreams. Like watercolour on canvas, she willed a series of soft oranges, yellows and blues to spill forth onto the page, bleeding into each other like the hazy landscape of a liminal space. From there, she began to build, turning ink blots into hilltops, marking stars around every empty spot the paint left dry.

It kept her mind at work, her body at peace and, most importantly, it gave her the perfect dream destination to take Brainy once the restorative process was complete. Somewhere that rest on any level would come easily for them both.

All she had to do was wait.

#supergirl #brainiac 5 #nia nal #brainia #alex danvers #querl dox #supergirl fanfiction #my writing #anon #my asks #i wanted to expand on more headcanons about coluan sleep patterns. and this is sort of the opposite to a previous headcanon i once wrote #i think. but i think i like this one better.#brainy x nia #dreamdox #oh yeah and happy new year!

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ohbrightnewday · 3 months

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Janis and Damian headcanons?

Jumps up and down!!! Thank you!!!! < is thinking excessively about Janis and Damian

To note, I mix Barrett!Janis and Auli’i!Janis into a weird mix and Damian is whoever you want

Janis specific hcs:

• Autistic but doesn’t mask anymore, mostly out of spite. Also anger issues. And depression. And trauma.

• Go to coping mechanism is firstly punch a wall and regret it, then it’s do art.

• Her love language is physical touch. She loves to be physically close to people and just drapes herself over whoever’s closest.

• Speaks really good French but frequently doesn’t actually work in the class. She skips classes all the time because they’re just So Much.

• She gets headaches constantly. Whether it’s because she’s stressed of because she doesn’t drink water, that’s not something she’s willing to check.

• Her favourite food is burgers with everything on them.

• Janis’ mum dyes Janis’ hair whenever she’s having a really bad time. Janis struggles to do it herself, so it just becomes a Thing her mum does for her when she’s struggling and needs to change something. Her mum also taught her all the elaborate hair styles she does.

• Following from the above, in the movie musical specifically, I hc every cool hairstyle Cady had, Janis did for her.

Janis and Damian:

• Planned so much of their revenge at 3am on call with each other. Damian has a whiteboard in his room and they would just write the most batshit insane things they might do to get revenge and see what sticks in the morning. This is how they came up with calling Regina&Co “the plastics”.

• Have genuinely known each other forever.

Damian:

• Really good relationship with his mum, but not a very good relationship with his dad and doesn’t see him very often.

• Trans, came out mid-middle school and his mum was so supportive, absolute hype-woman when he chose his name.

• Gets super attached to people far too quickly and doesn’t really know how to deal with the rejection of when people don’t get the same level of attached back.

• Favourite food is pizza.

• Post-spring fling, ends up really good friends with Karen. They’ve always been sort to friends until Regina put a hard stop to it, but he just loves her vibes.

• He has ADHD!

I probably have more but this was getting so long but I am !!!!!! Also not to self promote but I have a Janis angst hurt/comfort fic on a03 [my a03 is Letalloursingingfollowhim] which has Janis and Damian!! Also sadness

#Yelling thank you!!!! I love asks #sorry if this is too long or that I focused on janis too much #many thoughts and feelings #mean girls

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pink-sparkly-witch · 2 years

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Remind Me, Part Two

Summary: Things still need to be resolved between Jensen and Y/N. Can she forgive him and find her way back to him?

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, angst, language, smut, oral sex (f rec), fingering, unprotected p in v.

Word Count: 2.9k

A/N: This is more like how this was meant to end when I came up with this idea before it went all angsty. I was going to leave it at the end of part one, so you can thank @jbbarnesgirl for convincing me to write this part! As always, this hasn’t been beta’d, and all mistakes are my own.

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Y/N couldn’t sleep. She hated fighting with Jensen. Always had. And there was something that just wasn’t sitting right with her. She threw herself on her back for the millionth time in two hours and huffed at the dark ceiling.

Guilt. That’s what it was. She was feeling guilty because she lashed out when she was hurt. Something she’d done since she was little, just like she always burst into tears when she was frustrated or angry.

Jensen took the brunt of her hurt feelings and didn’t deserve it. Yes, what he did was awful, and it hurt her deeply. But her behaviour towards him was just as wrong, and if she’d learned anything in her life, it was that two wrongs do not make a right.

She threw herself on her side with another loud huff and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. She might as well torture herself with photos and old messages from Jensen. She wasn’t going to sleep now anyway.

As she scrolled back on her messages and scanned the ones from that time, she noticed one thing that never wavered. Every single message Jensen had sent, whether text or just emojis, always ended with the red heart and the kissy face emoji. Sometimes, those two were the only things in his messages.

Y/N felt even worse now. Stuck in her head with what had gone on and what might’ve been going on behind her back, she didn’t take in that those two simple emojis were his way of saying he loved her; he was thinking of her, especially when he sent them at 3am, which, she noticed, was more frequently than she’d realised before.

He may have stopped calling or answering her calls, but he sent those same two icons every single day. She’d taken it as Jensen’s way of staying in touch with her when he was away, more of a habit than his way of showing his feelings. Her tears became a tidal wave, and her sobs wracked her chest. She had to go to him. Had to finish what they’d started.

In the family room, Jensen wasn’t fairing much better. Eyes puffy and bloodshot from crying, he looked through their wedding album again. She looked so happy. They both did. Where did we go wrong? Well, he knew where. The better question was, why?

Y/N was always his strength. She held shit together when he couldn’t. She fixed things before he even knew they were broken. While he was away and she couldn’t do either because she was battling her own demons, he should’ve stepped up and taken the reins from her. Steered her to a happier place like she’d always done for him, but he hadn’t even known where to start, and that was why they were in this mess.

The realisation she thought he was having an affair was eye-opening. He saw where she was coming from, but it still broke his fucking heart. Thinking back, he vaguely remembered speaking with her that morning. He’s pretty sure her call was what woke him up that day. What he remembers more clearly is Karl and Toni not taking no for an answer about going out for Erin’s birthday.

If only he could go back in time and make better choices. Jensen wasn’t one for regrets, but fuck did he regret most of his choices from this past year. Smiling sadly, he ran his finger down the picture of Y/N in her stunning silk gown, mid-laugh at something he said to her on the best day of his life and willed the tears not to fall again. What he wouldn’t give to hear that laugh again, to see that unabashed joy on her face again.

Jensen’s eyes snapped up toward the hallway, hearing a door open. It felt like hours before she appeared in the open-plan living area, but he knew it could only have been seconds. His heart ached at the sight of her puffy and tear-stained face.

Y/N walked towards him, her bottom lip trembling and her arms coming out to the side, silently asking for a hug. Before he could get up from the sofa, she was climbing on him, straddling his lap, sliding her arms around his shoulders, and burying her head in the crook of his neck.

Jensen quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her flush with his body and holding her tightly. A sob caught in her throat, and he slid a hand into her hair, gently cradling the back of her head.

“It’s okay. Just let it all out, baby,” he whispered soothingly in her ear. With the state she’d gotten herself in, Jensen knew he wouldn’t get much sense out of her until she calmed down, so he held her tighter, providing that calming comfort she needed right now.

“I—I—‘m s-s-sorry,” Y/N sobbed into his neck, soaking his shirt with her tears.

“Shh, shh, don’t say anything. Not yet. Just cry it all out, baby,” Jensen said. Tears of his own were spilling down his cheeks as he placed his lips on the crown of her head.

They stayed like that for a long time and held onto one another until the tears from months of hurt and frustration ended, and still, they didn’t let go of one another.

“I’m sorry, Jensen,” Y/N finally spoke, her voice hoarse from her sobs.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, baby,” he responded, emotion thick in his voice as he kissed her hair.

“I do. I was horrible to you,” she sniffled.

“Oh, honey,” Jensen tried to interrupt.

“No. I was hurt and scared, and I lashed out, and I’m sorry. I thought you were going to leave me…”

“Leave you? Y/N, sweetheart, if anything, you should be leaving me!” Jensen countered.

“Oh, baby, no!” she said as she pulled away to look at him. Placing her hands on his cheeks, she leaned in and kissed his lips. “I love you, and I don’t wanna be without you. I don’t know why, but I just got so angry,” Y/N lowered her gaze from his, unable to look into his soft, loving green orbs a second longer.

“Hey, hey. Look at me,” Jensen prompted softly, gripping her chin gently and pushing it up until she raised her eyes to his again and smiled reassuringly. “You said it yourself. You were hurt and scared. Lonely, too, probably. I’ve been a terrible husband to you, and I understand.”

“No, don’t do that. Don’t make what I said okay,” Y/N pouted.

“Did you mean it? When you said I’d lost your trust?” Jensen asked quietly, stroking her cheek.

“No. But I need you to promise me you won’t shut me out like that again. It’ll break me.”

“I swear, I will never do that again, baby. I promise,” Jensen reassured her, sealing his promise with a kiss on her forehead, nose, then lips.

The kiss quickly became passionate, Y/N licking at his lips, asking for entrance, and Jensen gladly obliged. Opening his mouth, he captured her tongue with his, pulling her impossibly closer to his body and deepening the kiss.

Jensen failed to hold back a whimper when her fingers slid into his long hair. Fuck, it’d been so long since he’d felt her do that he wasn’t even ashamed of how desperate he sounded.

“Jensen,” Y/N said breathlessly when she pulled away from him, giggling when he chased after her lips. “Take me to bed?” she asked, nervously chewing on her bottom lip.

“Yeah?” Jensen checked. He needed to make sure this was what she wanted.

“It’s been too long. I miss you,” Y/N pecked Jensen’s lips. “Please? I want you,” she pleaded, pressing her forehead to his and cupping his cheeks.

Jensen didn’t ask again, didn’t wait. He moved his hands down to cup her round cheeks, gripped her tightly and stood. She wrapped her legs around his waist and laughed as Jensen took off at a run, carrying her upstairs to their bedroom.

They wasted no time stripping themselves of their clothes before they were on each other again, hands and lips caressing every piece of skin they could reach. Jensen pushed her gently back onto the bed and crawled between her legs.

Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he pushed her legs open, giving him the perfect view of her slick folds. Jensen loved to tease her, but right now, when it’d been months since he’d tasted her; touched her; been inside her; he didn’t have the patience to play games.

He licked at her folds, and his body rumbled with a carnal groan at the first taste of her nectar. “Fuck, baby, I forgot how good you taste,” he murmured into her folds before pushing his tongue through her slit to get to the tiny bundle of nerves.

Y/N whimpered and melted into his touch. A touch she hadn’t felt in so long and had missed desperately. Her fingers wound in his long hair, and her nails raked gently over his scalp. Jensen moaned at the sensation, a shiver running through his whole body. It never ceased to amaze him how her hands and fingers could be so soft and delicate but strong and rough when she wanted them to be.

He smirked into her folds as he remembered some of the times he’d have long, red scratches down his back, half-moon indents on his shoulders from her nails, or – his personal favourite – tiny fingerprint bruises on his arms from how she clung to him in the throes of passion. It’d been so fucking long since he’d felt any of those things, and he thanked his lucky stars that she wasn’t going to leave him. Lord knows she’d have been within her right to.

Jensen nipped and sucked at her swelling bud and brought his hand close to her entrance. He teased around her opening with gentle touches, dipping his finger into her before quickly circling it once more. Y/N’s moans and mewls, along with her dripping pussy had him on edge already. It took everything in him to keep from grinding into the bed, fearing he’d come untouched.

Finally, Jensen pushed a finger inside her and moaned at the combination of her warm, wet heat and her fingers grabbing his hair, pulling almost to the point of pain. He shifted so he was on his knees, his head still steadfast between her legs, eating her like a starved man, and he guessed he was, in a way, having been starved of her touch for far too long.

Quickly, he shoved his free hand between his legs and wrapped it around the base of his length, squeezing firmly to stop his climax that was fast approaching. He took to thinking about sports stats because he desperately needed to calm the fuck down. It was like he was a teenager again, trying to hold off coming prematurely.

With some semblance of control back, he added another finger, groaning at her tightness. He knew then that he’d never last once he got his dick inside her. His own hands, or even hers, weren’t the same as being inside her. Even if he did squeeze his fist tight around himself to the point of pain, it would never compare.

Without much warning, her walls began to clamp down around his fingers, and he heard the squelch of her slick hole with every thrust of his fingers within her. It made him feel better to know he wasn’t the only one who would come quickly. And as much as he really wanted her to come again on his dick, he was satisfied in knowing he’d still gotten her off, so if the worst happened and he came before he was even fully inside her, he wouldn’t feel as bad.

Y/N’s fingers tightened in his hair again, and she moaned his name like a prayer. Jensen circled his tongue around her clit one last time before sucking it gently between his lips. Her whole body tensed as the pressure of her climax released and soaked his hand with her juices.

Jensen pumped his fingers until her body relaxed into the bed, and her fingers loosened their grip on his hair, leaving his scalp tingling deliciously with pleasurable pain. Placing a last kiss on her clit, he moved up her body trailing his lips over her stomach, up to her breasts and making sure he spent some quality time with them.

Licking and sucking on her firm nipples was one of his favourite things. He could spend days doing that, but as soon as Y/N circled her soaked core against his thigh for friction, he couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to be at one with his wife. He needed to feel whole again.

Swiftly, Jensen kissed the rest of the way until he reached her lips. They were puffy and swollen—no doubt from chewing on them through her earlier orgasm—and placed a soft kiss on them to soothe them. Resting his forehead on hers, he reached his hand between their bodies, lining up his thick, leaking cock with her entrance and slowly pushed forward.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered at the intrusion, and soft, gasping curses escaped her with every inch he pushed in. Jensen stopped halfway to lift one of her legs, placing it around his waist. She took his other hand, clasping it with hers, letting them lay entwined by her head.

Jensen’s large hand gripped her thigh and he pushed forward until he was fully sheathed inside her. His groan was loud and animalistic, sounding painful, but it was anything but. It was euphoric, and if he died right now, he’d go a really fucking happy man. And if the whimper that left her throat was anything to go by, she would too.

Y/N’s free hand reached up to cup Jensen’s cheek, and he nuzzled further into her touch and pressed his lips to her palm. “Baby, I'm not gonna last,” he whispered to her in the dark. “You feel too good.”

“‘S okay, me either. I’m already close,” Y/N smiled, wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him down to her lips. It was a sloppy kiss, all teeth and too much tongue, but nothing had felt more perfect.

Jensen pulled his hips back and thrust forward, his grip on her thigh rough. He knew she’d have bruises, but something about knowing how she got them spurred him on, and his hips thrust harder and deeper.

When Y/N slid her hand down her body to work her clit, Jensen gave her a grateful smile. He was so close to coming, and although he already gave himself a pep talk about it, he really didn’t want the first time he made love to his wife in months to be over before he could watch her fall apart underneath him.

It didn’t take long before her walls began to spasm, and Jensen pushed her leg up so her knee was almost resting on her shoulder and went deeper with his next thrust, hitting that sweet spot inside. If he thought he would leave bruises on her before, he knew now that he definitely would.

Jensen’s hips kept up their deep thrusts until her walls stopped clenching, and her body lay limp underneath him. Finally, he allowed himself to let go. Shoving himself as far inside her as he could get, circling and grinding his hips, her high-pitched whine telling him he was pressing himself into her cervix.

Y/N’s big doe eyes fixed their gaze on him, her face luminous with her afterglow and biting on her bottom lip. “I love you, Jensen,” she whispered in the darkness.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he groaned as he jerked his hips impossibly deeper inside her, coming with a deep growl, painting her walls with his warm, sticky seed.

Jensen let go of her leg, smiling as it found a new home around his waist and lay his head on her chest, careful to keep his weight on his arms so he didn’t crush her. Y/N’s hands fixed themselves in his long hair, teasing the strands between her fingers and gently scratching at his scalp, making him shiver at the intimacy of the gesture.

“I will never make you doubt me again, baby,” Jensen murmured.

Y/N nodded and blinked, trying to shake off the emotion she felt. “I know, baby. I promise to talk to you more about how I feel when you’re working away.”

“And I promise to do the same,” Jensen said, raising himself on his elbows and bending down to kiss her slowly, passionately and filled with love. Her arms wrapped around his strong shoulders, not wanting to untangle her body from his yet.

Y/N grinned into her husband’s lips as she felt him harden within her again just as the sun broke over the horizon, bathing their bedroom in bright, golden light. As Jensen began to grind his hips, a giggle escaped her throat as she basked in the self-confidence she’d been missing for the past few months.

A day in bed with Jensen is just what Y/N needed.

THE END

<<Part One

Jensen / Dean Tags: @akshi8278 @deanwanddamonss @deans-baby-momma @siospins2 @sexyvixen7 @leigh70 @stoneyggirl2 @hobby27 @candy-coated-misery0731 @im-totally-not-dezi @supernaturalneurodivergentwolf @mrsfox79

#18+#jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles rpf #jensen ackles smut #jensen ackles fanfic #angst #spn rpf

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beombeomlovesme · 8 months

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16/10

Warnings: Drunk Beomgyu, that's it

Content under the cut, no gender is set on reader here so everyone is welcome <3

"Heyyy~"

"Beomgyu, where are you?"

Yeah, okay so you were doing this again. If someone forced you to count how many times Beomgyu has drunkly called you the answer would be 'too many'. As that franktly is the reality. Sometimes you have to question yourself for still being friends with him, but in the end it all boiled down to one thing.

You liked him.

A lot.

But to tell him your feelings? Yeah no, out of the picture.

"Uuhhh, some, bar? I don' know can send you my location though"

"Is anyone there with you?"

"Yeah!! Yeonjun is... was here..."

You audibly sigh at the total wreck the tall boy is. Hair totally disheavled and bangs falling into his droopy eyes. He keeps trying to fight them off but due to his lack of energy to keep his head propped up the efforts are in vain. You slightly readjust your grip on his arm. "Gyu why are you always out drinking and begging me to pick you up. This is getting so annoying I might just move in with someone else"

"No!! No you can't do that"

You sligthly look over at him to see his eyes already searching for yours. You were not having his bullshit drunk talk again. It's the second time this month already. "Beomgyu get in the car" "No gyu???" Yeah, remind yourself to tell him off tomorrow morning when he's gotten over the hangover.

"___, you have to listen to me! I'm talking to you pleaseee. How many times do I have to tell you..." if he doesn't shut up you might suffocate him. "You're just drunk, gyu. Now go to bed so I can also go to sleep. It's 3AM I really don't want to do this right now"

"Sleep with me then"

"No." You fear you might be fighting a loosing battle at this point. Beomgyu is looking at you with a pout practically begging you to go in bed with him. As much as it would be a dream come true, the rational part of your brain is telling you it's not worth the risk, the regret tomorrow and besides. He reeks of alcohol right now. You take one last look at him before deciding to leave his room and go get yourself ready for bed.

"I love you."

"Go to bed gyu I'm begging you"

You turn off the lights before closing his bedroom door.

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Everything written is owned by me, no reposting without credit! This is written to be viewed on phone. Likes, comments, reblogs etc. Greatly appreciated <3

#kpop #new writer #txt #beomgyu fluff #tomorrow x tomorrow #beomgyu #txt fluff #txt imagines

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lovely-showtimes · 2 years

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hihi!!

ahh i already thanked you but i can thank you enough for doing my request with the reader that uses petnames often.

it was so sweet i loved it.

i loved it so much im requesting again, if thats alright.

i would love a akito x reader that has nightmares often, if its not any trouble.

please and thank you a bunch♡

also dont stress about taking long, write when you feel like writing. never write when youre not in the right headspace, its bad for you.

have a wonderful day♡

s/o who has nightmares often ~ ♡

character - akito.

type - hcs.

warnings - mentions of nightmares.

a/n - oh my goodness thank you so much for being so sweet! i really do appreciate all of your kind words!! and don't worry, i do try my best to not write when i don't feel ready to. even if i forced myself to i wouldn't really be able to come up with anything ;; oh well, enough about that, i hope you enjoy!!

If you ever wake up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, Akito will be right there immediately to comfort you

He tries his best to soothe you, although he may not be the best at it (doesn't mean he's not trying though!)

Akito quietly reminds you that it's not real, it didn't happen, and you're safe

He's a little upset with himself that he doesn't know how else to help you though

Akito tries his best to also help prevent any nightmares you might have

Staying by you until you fall asleep, letting you lie on him, those kinds of things

If you ask him to, he'll even sing a lullaby for you. It's unusual to hear such a gentle voice on him, but it's nice

If you're comfortable with it, he'll quietly listen to you talk about the contents of your nightmares

If not, though, he understands. He once again reassures you and tries to help you get back to sleep again

Although, if you don't want to sleep yet, he's fine with that. Both of you will probably regret it in the morning, but he decides to stay up with you so you don't get lonely

One thing's for sure, when it's almost 3am and the two of you are just tiredly exchanging stories, you definitely forgot about your nightmares, if only for a little while

#akito shinonome x reader #shinonome akito x reader #project sekai x reader #proseka #prsk #colorful stage #writing #imagines #♡ ~ love letter sent!

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beetoo · 1 year

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into the A.M. chapter 1 :: wednesday runs out of batteries

LINKS :: WATTPAD :: AO3

Assuming her werewolf roommate was out partying every Friday night, Wednesday Addams never questioned why Enid Sinclair comes back at 3 in the morning. But when her winghand helps her find her roomie's secret radio show, things become a little more, fascinating between the two.

Inspired by @a-queercodedthis 's post!

Being a criminal justice major suited Wednesday Addams. If she were just a little more deviant, the lack of ‘justice’ in her major title would probably be a better way to describe her. All at once, Wednesday could be everything she wanted in the world: Correct. Nothing gloats her ego more than proving people wrong and getting to kill people on the side if needed.

Over the years, Thing would testify Wednesday has softened. Not to the outside world. Rather, only when a familiar blonde werewolf was to be in the room—Wednesday became nothing short of a copy of her own father. What irritates Thing is no matter how good of a winghand he is, the two densely dunces don’t seem to be capable of connecting the dots.

But Thing is confident his recent schemes might work this time.

“What is this?” Wednesday holds up a pamphlet for the Nevermore Radio hours. Thing jumps to grab it out of her hand, fidgeting the paper around until it uncrumples flat onto Wednesday’s desk. The hand jumps with joy when he finds what he’s searching for and aggressively taps at his newfound wealth of information.

“‘Enid Sinclair hosting ‘Into the AM’ from 12-3AM on 107.5?’ What are you insinuating, that I listen to her ghastly k-pop sounds? I’m trying to study, not kill myself.”

Thing signs in frustration. “You say that as you’re tuning the radio. Get over yourself, Wednesday.”

The raven-haired girl says nothing to her handy compadre and busies herself with the radio. While she continues to turn the dial to ‘107.5’, she looks over at her analog clock on her desk which shows the time to be ‘12:45’.

“Tell me, tell me, tell tell tell tell tell tell me…” Wednesday groans. “I don’t think I’ll last until three, Thing.”

“꿈이 아니라고 말해 말해줘요… Weeee love our Wonder Girls. K-pop icons since the start of time. Hey, if you’re listening and have some song requests, come on up and send them! Give us a call at (805) 666-6666! If not, next on our playlist is—”

Thing throws his own phone to Wednesday, jumping on her desk to urge her to give the radio a dial. Wednesday fumbles with the phone in her hand, hustling her fingers onto the touchscreen.

“Oh! We have a caller! Have any song requests my friend?” Enid says over the radio, clueless to Wednesday’s identity.

“Anything but this k-pop garbage you’ve been playing. If my ears could cry, they would’ve been by now.”

“Oh please, ‘Tell Me’ is the most iconic song of its age! Plus it’s a romantic pop song that reminds the listeners of the wonderful feelings of a fresh relationship and being told you’re the one and only one. Isn’t that cute!?”

Wednesday groans into the phone, crossing her arms while keeping it close to her ear. “Iconic or not, definitely an acquired taste.”

“Well then, mystery caller, what do you propose would outshine this iconic love song?” Enid hums through the radio. Anyone could tell she was amused, surprisingly unmoved by the mystery caller’s remarks, but there was not a soul listening to their conversation. Not a lot even knows about Nevermore Radio.

“Besame Mucho by Andrea Bocelli. Listen to it, and translate the lyrics on Google if you’re not familiar with the language of Spanish, Miss Sinclair.” Wednesday suggests, reminiscing on her childhood listening to her father serenades her mother to this song. “You will not regret it.”

“Alright, next on the playlist, Besame Mucho by Andrea Bocelli as requested by the mystery caller!” Enid declares, and the intro to the song plays quietly in the background as Wednesday walked to her desk, hanging up her line. She looks to Thing who gives her a thumbs up.

Slumping at her desk, she slips down into a more relaxed position as she listens her favorite childhood song sing a ballade in the air of her dorm room. Wednesday goes to close her eyes, remembering the times this song came to existence in her life.

Besame, besame mucho. Como si fuera ésta noche La última vez.

Gomez sung as he sat young Wednesday on his lap. Looking at his wife, he smiles wickedly, crooked, and manipulated with pure undeniable love. His eyes soften at the sight of beauty in front of him, feeling drunk in contentment.

“Kiss me passionately, cara mia. As if this were our last night spent together.” He whispers, looking at Morticia’s supple pale lips.

“Querido, always kiss me as if death was tomorrow.” Morticia utters back, closing the gap between them to share a passionate kiss. This goes on behind Wednesday who was preoccupied with her new baby brother that was in her mother’s hands. A new Addams had joined them that day named Pugsley. The girl didn’t mind another person to experiment on and ‘play’ with.

Kiss me now, kiss me with passion. Kiss me as if this were to be our very last night.

Wednesday sits up from her seat, cringing at the memory. For as long as I can remember, those two were always inside each other’s throats. Never-ending was her parents’ love for each other. A curse for her, a blessing for them. Over time she desensitized, but sadly not amnesic.

Quiero tenerte muy cerca, Mirame en tus ojos, Verte junto a mi.

Gomez sang as he assisted Morticia’s mother with dinner one night. It was their anniversary and he wanted to surprise his bride and family with a feast to remember. Wednesday always remembered her father’s random acts of love. Unpredictable was a great word to describe the Addams family, no more than their head of the house.

At the table, the man hummed the rest of the song, as she prepared it by throwing (literally) everything into place (and it landed into place). The insurmountable luck Gomez Addams has is beyond anyone’s belief, even the man himself is befuddled by it. But every morning he greets his ancestors with pride and thanksgiving. He believes without his luck, he may never have found the love of his life.

As everything was prepped, Wednesday sat at the dining table. She concerned herself with where to place Nero’s grave after today’s incident, preoccupied with grief and sorrow, not realizing her mother welcomed herself into the room with a bouquet full of flowerless roses.

“Mon cher! Let us eat!” Gomez beams, looking up at his gorgeous wife in pride and joy.

“Mon amour, for you.” Morticia hands him the bouquet. “Full of thorns, the way you enjoy it.” She quips.

Gomez takes the flowers, letting it prickle into his hand. Unmoved, Gomez continues to hold the flowerless stems while looking wide-eyed as his wife as if her beauty caught him in a trance. Morticia smiles at her lover and takes the flowers where they find homage in a nearby vase, taking Gomez’s hand, and licking away the blood before kissing the inside of his palm.

“Don’t torture yourself, Gomez. That’s my job.” Morticia teases, as she tugs him into a kiss on the lips. The two looked into each other’s eyes, seeing their love for one another reflecting on it.

I want to hold you so closely, Look into your eyes to find You mirroring me.

The song trails on the first verse a couple more times before it stops and Wednesday finally hears Enid’s voice once again.

“Okay, I admit that was a beautiful song. I would literally die if someone sang that to me. That second last part, pardon my accent, ‘quero tenerte muy cerca, mirame en tus ojos verte junto a mi’ Just hits my heart strings. I wish I had someone who loved me the way this person who wrote this song did.”

Wednesday picks up Thing’s phone again to dial the radio’s number.

“Oh! Do we have another requester? Or is it mystery caller from earlier again? Hello! You’re live!”

“Hmm. I feel like mystery caller for a nickname is quite tacky. Give it some more thought. Do you admit defeat, Sinclair?”

“Haha, why don’t I call you grumpy for your grumpy personality? You must be miserable to be calling me on a Friday night. And no! I don’t! I will find you a better song! More lovely and romantic!” Enid declares, causing Wednesday to smile at the radio in front of her (Thing watching this from the edge of Wednesday’s bed, giggling if he could).

“I’d like to see you try and outdo Andrea Bocelli.”

“Well, when you put it that way now it seems impossible.”

“Hmm. Well, I have all the studying time in the world you could possibly take over, give it a try.”

“If you’re so confident in your music taste, why don’t you run this station then?” Wednesday could hear Enid’s pout through the radio.

“Mmm, I suppose I’d like to stay a mystery caller.”

“Fine then. In an attempt to outdo our mystery caller, Fog as a Bullet by The Marias is next up on our playlist. So sit back, relax, and enjoy my amazing music taste.”

Wednesday presses her lips in an attempt to block a smile from surfacing. She can’t be serious. I hope it’s not another k-pop song. She leans closer to her desk, lowering the volume of her radio, and preparing her ears. Knowing Enid’s taste in music, her expectations for this song were already 6 feet under her feet. The girl stood up from her seat, ready to grab her noise-canceling headphones hanging on the edge of her bed until she heard the intro ease in–and the first verse sung over her doubts.

Estaré, contando el tiempo en mí. Contando hasta morir. Qué falta me haces aquí. I’ll be counting time within me. Counting until I die. How much I need you here.

“Thing, increase the volume.” Thing follows the woman’s request but also places a finger on his side while facing Wednesday to make her feel a little guilty. “Oh shut up, I know,” Wednesday mutters, as she leans her weight on the side of her desk closer to her bed and folded her arms before closing her eyes to listen closely to the music.

Estaré volando entre niebla y el mar. Volando entre dioses y paz. Qué rabia que ya tu no estás.

I’ll be flying between fog and sea. Flying between gods and peace. What a rage that you are no longer here.

This is a lot more depressing than what Enid usually listens to. How does she know of this kind of music? Wednesday’s tight-lipped smile slowly turns into a frown realizing something. Who could she possibly be hanging out with to know this kind of song? It’s definitely not anyone from the Nightshades. She scoffs. Nothing but unsavory pop music and rap. Does she even have other friends besides them?

Llorando, Me la paso llorando. Me la paso añorando Me la paso en ti.

Crying, I spend my time crying. I spend my time yearning. I spend my time on you.

“Gosh, I love that song. I found it on TikTok one time and It’s been one of my all-time favorite songs to disassociate to.” Wednesday walks over to the desk to shut down her computer and organize her papers for the night, placing them in their respective spots before tucking her chair in for the night before grabbing the radio and Thing’s phone and heading to her bed.

“That was weird, ignore I said that. Anyways! Even though I feel like the writer of this song meant this as a song mourning the loss of someone, to me, it feels romantic. Like, you’re counting the days you die to reunite with someone because you desperately miss their presence. I don’t know, maybe because it reminds me of my crush—”

Wednesday drops her radio.

In a state of panic, she drops to the floor and scrambles for the batteries that are rolled into the abyss of lost things in her room. Finding only one and shoving it into its rightful compartment, the radio hums nothingness that somehow is the loudest thing in Wednesday’s room.

“Fuck.”

a/n: the first chapter is out! expect chapter 2 next week which will be from Enid's perspective >:D exciting!

#wenclair #wenclair fic

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When they listen to music

Where words fail, music speaks 🎶

*This took longer to write than I expected 😅, but enjoy*

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter @thedevilshardy @mollybegger-blog @wandawiccan60 @cameleonhardyfan63 @inkwolvesandcoffee @potter-solomons @liliac-dreamer

3AM.

There's something therapeutic about the wee hours of the morning. It's like listening to music in a dark room at midnight. Feeling like you're the only person awake in the world, like everything is at a standstill. Tommy has been roaming the streets of Pittsburgh since 3AM, with his army green massager bag slung over his shoulder. The insomnia didn't help.

He figured the cause of it to probably be paranoia, whether it came from his time in Iraq or from Paddy's alcohol fueled mood swings was hard to say. That's how he got that split his eyebrow. Shortly after he turned sixteen, he was minding his own business when Paddy whipped around and punched him. He remembers waking up in a hospital bed to the sound of his mother's crying. That was the first and last time one of Paddy's beatings sent somebody to the emergency room. Tommy fled with his mom soon thereafter.

His dad's wedding ring was what cut into him, he figured, stitchs cause the bleeding wouldn't stop. He scratched at the scar, hell, just thinking about it, made it itch. Pressing the volume rocker on his phone to turn the music in his headphones up a notch, a vague attempt to take his mind off of his father. He had a vice of keeping his headphones in, even if he was being spoken to. Heh, mom always told him off for that...

It relaxed him.. to a degree. Sitting on a bench, staring out at the water of the Allegheny River, no one around, music in his ears. The sun was just barely on the horizon. People would be flooding the streets soon, and thus, his serenity would be ruined, but for now, he was peaceful.

Let's dance!!!

"So, what culinary delights will tickle the pickle tonight?" Eddie Brock asked into what looked like an empty apartment, and got no answer, except a dark snicker in the back of his head, in a voice that wasn't his own. "Not like that, you perverted para-" Venom forced Eddie's mouth shut, producing inky black tendrils from Eddie's back to help rifle through the kitchen cupboards.

Eddie sighed, realizing he'd have to go grocery shopping soon. "What is this?" The symbiote asked, holding a box in front of their host. "Mac and cheese," Eddie answered, "that'll do." He added, reaching over to turn on the radio before he began searching for a pot to boil water in. Not the end of the world by Katy Perry came on, and Eddie started to sing along to it.

"It's not the end of the world, no, not the end of the world. Throw on your fancy attire, fears in the fire. Don't lose hope"

Venom materialized their head, floating just behind Eddie, turning on the stove top with helpful tentacles.

"A fortune teller told me the power's in your mind. You might see a cliff, but I see a way to fly. Flipping off the flop, now I just enjoy the ride, just enjoy the world. Yeah, I just enjoy the ride"

Eddie continued his singing as he hauled himself up on the edge of the counter to wait for the water, swinging his legs back and forth to amuse himself. Venom bobbed their head to the beat and swayed their tentacles to the rhythm.

"You can make a wish even on a satellite, on a plastic lash or anything you like! You can tame a dragon if you're not afraid to fight, not afraid to fight, no, not afraid"

Eddie smiled, hopping off the counter and into a full body spin as he joined Venom's spur of the moment dance.

"It's no funeral we're attending, actually, just the beginning. Throw on your fancy attire, fears in the fire. Don't lose hope!"

As the song faded out, Eddie and Venom shared a laugh. Suddenly, the pair of unlikely partners heard a hissing sound, "Oh shit!" Eddie exclaimed, rushing over to the stove as the water boiled over. Immediately regretting his decision to grab the pot lid without a potholder. "Ow!" He yelped, thankful Vemon was in a good mood today as the burning sensation dissipated quickly. Vemon adjusted the lid before looking down at Eddie's crumpled position on the floor, leaning back against the floor level cupboards, "idiot." Vemon's voice rumbled.

Eddie scoffed, "Yeah, you could say that again!".

Opera debacle

"Yeah, but opera's not fuckin' singin' is it!" Alfie exclaimed. Your husband has been rattling on for.. You're not actually sure, a couple hours at least, and Tommy Shelby looks about done with him. Then again, when is he not?

"It's not singing. It is the sound that people make before words." Alfie sounds like he's arguing with someone, but he's the only one speaking. Lizzie Shelby looked at you from her chair, confusion etched into her features. You were surprised when Tommy showed up with his wife on his arm, him claiming that she wished to meet you in person, not that you had any qualms about her. It just wasn't often Tommy was accompanied by anyone other than his brothers.

Lizzie hadn't met Alfie until now, probably for good reason, if you asked Tommy. Judging by that look she was giving you over her cuppa, this was not what she expected. You leaned toward her, "Let him go," you whispered, "he'll run out of puff or get to whatever Tommy came for sooner or later." You smiled quietly. Tommy, on the other hand, quietly smoked his cigarette on the couch as he waited for Alfie to get to the actual point of the meeting.

"I always knew opera was just a bunch of fat people fucking shouting!" Alfie exclaimed, pulling the needle off the record and effectively silencing the gramophone. He moved to one side of the room, glaring at the floor. Finally, he went back to his seat.

Groaning as he sat down, resting his chin on a closed fist for a moment, "Bah!" He griped, waving off nobody. "Are you done, dear?" You asked, beginning to think maybe you should have let your spouse wake up naturally instead of waking him up yourself, considering how grumpy he's been since then. Alfie stared at you, scrunching up his face with a soft grumble.

"Am I done? Done with fuckin' what?" He questioned, throwing his hands up in confusion.

Songbird.

Garden trowel in hand, you covered the last of the seeds you had in hand with earth. You crossed your ankles for support as you straightened and popped your back, sighing with satisfaction at the feeling as tiredness set in. You and your fiancé had been planting all day, "you alright love?" Farrier asked, kissing the top of your head before kneeling next to you.

"Just tired," you smiled, "lot of work this, but it's worth it.". "Aye," Farrier agreed, finishing off his cigarette. A smirk appeared on his face, "I know how to make this more fun." He explained. "How?" You asked, slightly concerned about what he had in mind. "singing," he suggested. "Sing what?" You giggled. "Dunno." He smiled back at you.

Farrier stood, making his way over to the water tap, connecting the hose. You heard him start singing lowly to himself, something in french that you couldn't understand. "Is that a war song?" You questioned with a smile on your face. "In a way, more for ceremonies and the like." He explained. Farrier continued his song, like a songbird sat on the windowsill early in the morning, soaking in the golden rays of the sun and singing its juaty toon given way to dawn. You were more than content to lose yourself in the sound of the voice of your loved one.

Rock n' Roll

Forrest had always been the odd man out when it came to music taste. Howard and Jack just about always had bluegrass or country on the radio, Howard even listened to swing when the urge struck him. Sure, Forrest is not really a jazz man, and he liked bluegrass and country well enough. It's what he was raised on after all, but rock ballads are more his speed and occasionally some classical.

Slow and rhythmic, in a word, relaxing. Forrest didn't often give the old record player in his office the time of day, but when he did, like right now, it's probably best off you leave him alone. As this usually meant it had been a hard day, and he had no interest in being bothered, as Howard and Jack found out the hard way, as usual.

That was probably why Howard was currently standing in front of you in the small, dimly lit hallway. Giving you a very puzzled look with his somewhat brushy eyebrows looking like they were desperate to touch each other. "Where are you goin'?" He asked, eyeing the pair of iced glasses, bottle of bourbon, and the book you were holding. "Forrest' office." You replied simply, trying to sidestep past the eldest brother. Howard stepped in front of you, his tall 6'1" figure looming over you.

He glanced over his shoulder at the door his previously mentioned younger brother was behind, "I'm not so sure that's the best place to be headed right now." He explained, scratching the back of his neck. "He's expecting me, now move out of the way!" You grumbled, slightly annoyed with him. You were tired and It's been a long day for everyone, but luckily for Howard, you have a bit more patience than Forrest does.

Howard finally allowed you to pass and disappeared into the barroom. You pushed open the door, Forrest looked up at you as you shut the door behind you. You sat one of the icey glasses down in front of him, pouring the bourbon you knew to be a favorite of his. "Thank you." Forrest mumbled, turning back to his ledger. "You're welcome." You smiled, filling your own glass before sitting down across from Forrest and opening your book.

The slow rock and roll pumping out of the record player was the only source of sound in the room as Forrest continued his work, and you enjoyed your book and drink. The both of you quietly enjoying each other's company after a hard day's work, with some lovely music in the background that you both enjoy.

#when they listen to music #tommy conlon warrior #eddie brock/venom symbiote #alfie solomons peaky blinders #farrier dunkirk #forrest bondurant fic #tom hardy #hope you enjoy #Farrier's is a little bit shorter 😅 but it turned out nice #Forrest and his s/o relaxing after a long day and enjoying their sheared taste in music is 🤌

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Oh. My. Archons.

I stayed up until 3am reading some of your Genshin Impact works last night and now I'm considering downing my third cup of coffee to keep my eyes open for work.

I have no regrets.

To put it crudely, your work is so darn amazing.

To put it in a more elegant manner, they're superb, astounding, and mind-reelingly immersive, on top of addictive.

It's been a long time since I cried from actual angst, but I was bawling when I read Death and Regrets series, and so I proceeded to read all the other angst pieces in your angst masterlist. Now, I can die happy and I won't have any regrets. Not the same can be said for the boys tho hahahahaha *smacks myself*

The AU series? Ex-fucking-quisite.

... Ahem. Please excuse my language.

I just can't help it, I freaking adore the Volleyball AU. Please. They're all so precious. I started off reading the Modern AU because the concept pulled me in, and Volleyball was the last AU I read because I was never a sportsperson... My primitive mortal brain did not realize I unintentionally saved the best for last.

By this point I have learned that whatever you write is liquid gold, and my insomnia has finally succumbed because I find myself feeling warm and happy and content, so with a patience that rivals Zhongli's accumulated 6000 years of wisdom he has taught himself from all his experiences, I locked my phone and went to sleep.

I can't for the life of me remember what I dreamt last night but I know it was Genshin-related and it made me feel very happy and giddy this morning when I woke up.

Safe to say as soon as work ends, I am 100% going back to binge on your work. Maybe even reread them. But for now, I wanted to drop in and leave this message, give you a virtual hug as a thank you, wish you a good day, and hope that this message somehow made your day just a little bit brighter, because you certainly made mine the brightest it's ever been this whole week.

PS. I'm so sorry for sending you a whole essay... My excitement might have gotten the better of me. Please don't be intimidated or feel obliged to reply!

PPS. Also I swear as soon as I get my paycheck this month, you'll see me on your Ko-Fi throwing my money your way and reading more of your work.

🌸

I'm sad that I couldn't get around to this ask until today. This is just...if there was a category for most touching messages this is one of those on top. The types that I could print and frame then hang it on my wall.

I love your narration of how I have just fucked up your sleep schedule, it's so detailed you could be a writer yourself! (lmao not kidding tho)

In all seriousness thank you and I'm glad you find some joy in binging my works! Hopefully in re-reading them too! :D

#primofate asks

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desultory-novice · 2 years

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Otp Asks (Cute) - Marxolor

STEALING WITHOUT REMORSE from absolutely-zero-regrets!

(And answering them myself because I had an itch to write about these two right now and didn’t want to wait. Gosh darn it, if I can't draw Marxolor, then I'm going to write about them!!)

Answers from my “Marionettes' Pavanne” universe.

1. Who yawns and then snuggles up to their partner?

Marx, after <SPOILERS> is this. Yawn, snatch, snuggle. Ad infinitum. Magolor honestly has a hard time escaping the bed when he's there.

2. Who likes to press their nose against their partner’s neck while smiling?

Marx is the nuzzler of the two and, when he's feeling affectionate, leans in close, somehow always finding the right way to fit his body snugly into the crooks and cavities of Magolor's.

3. Where do they like to go stargazing?

"There's no place in ANY dimension better for stargazing than the deck of the Lor!" "Yeah! What Mags said!"

4. When the other person is away, who likes to sleep with a stuffy that their partner got them?

Magolor stares questioningly at the Marx stuffy ("Where did you... ? No, HOW did you...?!") then at Marx, disbelieving. Finally, he shakes his head, placing it on some distant shelf. But several nights later, when Marx is late getting back, he spots Magolor asleep in his egg, cuddling the plush to his chest.

5. What song would they duet at karaoke night?

"Welcome to the New World" - Magolor played it for Marx one time, it being a staple on every (functioning) Halcandran music player, much like a demo song. Marx liked it and convinced Magolor to do the duet with him.

6. Who kisses the inside of their partner’s palm?

Marx is the cuddle bunny, Magolor is the kisser. And seeing Marx respond to having his wings kissed or caressed or touched like they were a natural part of his body amazes and impresses him. He never gets tired of seeing it.

7. What song would they passionately sing in the car together?

If Marx begins singing in the inside of the Lor (out of boredom, most likely) Magolor puts up the sound dampeners in his egg until he’s done. (But he MIGHT be caught humming along, on occasion.)

8. What would they bake together at 3am in the morning, in their pjs and listening to their music while non stop giggling the whole time?

Marx accidentally got the food-deprived Magolor addicted to sweets, and now that’s the only thing they ever bake: cakes, cookies, cupcakes, pudding, brownies, pastries, meringue, tarts... Anything Marx remembers from home and starts talking up, Magolor will attempt to cook with him. There's ALWAYS a 50% chance or higher of kitchen disaster. Thus, the giggles.

9. Who can’t stop laughing while the other has their arms wrapped around them and kissing their face all over?

Magolor will sometimes snatch Marx up out of whatever he's doing, capturing him in his arms just to hold him, which Marx obliges the wizard. The laughter comes when the kissing starts.

10. Who hypes the other up while they try on new outfits?

Marx for Magolor after <SPOILERS> which Magolor appreciates. As far as the reverse, Magolor now knows Marx's image is very carefully crafted, owing to all the <SPOILERS> so he tries not to ruin that for Marx by praising him too much when he's dressed differently, but he's gotten good enough at reassuring Marx that Marx is actually beginning to try out different looks.

11. Where is their favourite place to be alone?

They take the Lor up, up, up till it's just them and the stars overhead and they lay together on the deck.

12. What type of class would they go to together? Ex- pottery, art, music, ECT.

Magolor initially left Marx alone when Marx breezily said he'd started taking painting lessons from Adeleine. Several sessions later, it FINALLY clicked for the busy-headed machinist why Marx was doing this (and why it was so important to him - because <SPOILERS> ) and he started attending alongside him.

13. Who makes the other breakfast in bed?

Magolor ends up doing the majority of the cooking (cooking being science, after all) but he honestly likes waking Marx up with food.

14. What cute nicknames do they call one another?

Magolor is very easily triggered by talk of "kings" after the Master Crown incident. Only Marx, in private, can quietly whisper the words "...My King" to him and get Magolor's heart racing (pleasantly) without any other symptoms.

15. What do they say to one another when they first wake up?

Pale eyelids fluttered open, revealing a burst of violet like the flowers in spring, a comparison he never would have made until he saw it for himself on Popstar. Smiling, Magolor caressed the jester's equally pale hair until those violet eyes lost the veil of sleep and slowly focused in on his own, something the other's toothy smile gave away. "You're awake," Magolor whispered softly to him. Marx's voice returned, just as soft, "...and I'm still here."

#Marxolor #Marx Kirby #Magolor #Ask Game #Dess Text Post #Writing about late story stuff when I'm still on Ch3...#(Which is ready for inking btw!)#Long Post

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dawnthefluffyduck · 1 year

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IT'S DONE

THE DUCKS

Critique is tomorrow but I got this thing done at like, 3AM today and everything's all dry now and I'm so happy to finally be making this post so I'm putting it up earlier than I normally do 😭😭

Assignment details below but warning, it's like an adventure log cause holy crap I have so much to say about this

The assignment was to make a structure that:

Had a mechanical function (minimum two)

Included at least one found object (i.e., something that was not provided by the instructor)

Included at least one carved element

...so there was a lot going on for this. I've never carved before, hence why I panick made those ducks a few weeks ago. They were a failsafe, juuuust in case I couldn't figure out the whole "carve a bird" thing in time. Luckily they weren't needed, though if I wasn't in such a hurry I might not have gotten this weird looking cut on my finger that likely won't fully heal :') (battle scars, so it's okay)

They really did take a long time to carve though. For frame of reference, it took about:

~6 hours of listening to people play Phasmophobia for ducky #1

Another 5-6 of listening to Majora's Mask gameplay for ducky #2

About 3-4 hours of various My House videos for the smallest ducky #3 (thanks again for the recommendation 🙏 I was running out of things to fill the silence to)

I'm glad I started them as early as I could, especially with the breaks needed to let my fingers heal because I'm bad w/ knives.

I speed learned how use a sewing machine (thanks mom for letting me borrow it); I didn't have to make the outfits but they're cute so I don't regret it lol. I put elastic or snaps on all of them so they're all removable... maybe I'll make more outfits for them in the future?

I counted my found object as some plexiglass I picked up somewhere, and it turns out, it's not really hard to cut it. Apparently it's not hard to cut real glass either but I wasn't allowed to use it 'cause it's easier to break. I kinda like the window, I wasn't sure about how it'd look at first but I really think it makes it look more polished :D

The red handle was a last minute addition. I quite literally used a spare piece of wood at 1AM this morning and speed carved+painted it. Since it didn't have any major grooves like the ducks, I could saw it down close to the size it needed to be and then carve/sand off the edges to round it off, so I got it done in about an hour and a half. I'm glad I did because I accidently painted the frame a little took dark and needed something to help tie it in a little better. It's still dark, but it sticks out slightly less now??? I hope haha.

I had a lot less trouble using the power tools on campus this time around. That's not saying much because I never really had much trouble in the first place but still, they're nowhere nearly as intimidating as they look.

All in all it was a lot of fun, and I can't wait 'til it's graded cause I'm really excited to bring it home for good :D

#classwork #i'm so proud omg #learned more from this project then all of the others combined

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beels-burger-babe · 2 years

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Been a long time since I did this,

but it's 3am, and I found this in a deep dive in my phone recordings (how I emded up there idk) but I like it. So I wanted to share it. Morning me might regret it, but oh well.

This is a cover "Black Friday" from the titular musical Black Friday by Starkid. It was in my audio recordings so pardon the lack of video.

#the hive #b talks #🐝 talks #b sings?#starkid #black friday #cover song

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herobrinna · 2 years

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its 2 in the mf morning and i had the worst TOH au idea so im gonna scream it to the void:

ok so instead of Luz, a travel agent who just lost their job finds their way into the isles and decides to make a deal with Eda to open up a tourism thingy to the Boiling Isles. Eda being a lot more chaotic at the start of the show obviously agrees, and they decide to split whatever profits between them.

but then how do you convince people of this hole other real (especially with its portal being at some abandoned house)? well at first its advertised as funky lil art project, with tours pretty much just being of Eda's backyard and priced pretty cheaply. but as it becomes more popular people realise that - holy shit, none of these things are props, and are actual real things, so it goes viral and tours expand into local towns (or well, just Bonesborrough), and the price for these tours skyrockets.

see at first Eda and travel agent guy manage to keep this business kinda hidden, like with Eda being a criminal she should know when and where scouts patrol around town, so tours would be done with careful scheduling in place to make sure no scout notices, plus with very small groups at a time. and with how the local demons and witches dont notice, well who would honestly believe that random groups of humans are appearing. but shit starts to go down when the youtubers start visiting.

see they immediately start doing stupid shit for views, like going into the wilderness for a 24 hour survival challenge or something, and as Eda and travel agent guy are starting to struggle to keep this from getting out to the emperor's coven, some youtuber completely blows their cover with a "Trying to Sneak into the EMPREROR'S CASTLE at 3AM" challenge.

during this hole time Belos was so peaceful, the Day of Unity was just a few months away and everything was going exactly to plan, so he was focussing on finalising the draining spell or something, completely at bliss on the shit happening. at least up until some humans break into his castle, screaming at the top of their lungs into some device hes never seen in his life. and of course hes pissed and tries to figure out what the hell is going on.

and once he does he is just seething with rage, this is exactly what he was trying to prevent all his life! now these innocent souls are getting bewitched by the devilspawn of this realm. he should have arrested Edalyn the second he suspect she might have the portal, he was such a fool to leave her with that thing.

but its ok, with the Day of Unity happening soon everything will be fine, and he can lead these poor souls back on the righteous path.

or so Belos thinks, until human governments get in touch.

see with videos from tourists going viral the hole world was watching in awe at the "discovery" of this new realm, governments around the world especially, and when it was deemed safe, they decided to make first diplomatic contact.

so all of that because i made this stupid edit:

and man poor Belos is confused shitless. all his life he thought he was gonna go back to the human realm as a hero, witch hunter general, whatever, anything but as their leader. yet here he is.

and he hates absolutely everything, not only does he now have to face the fact that, yes the human realm did drastically change, but also people seem to be accepting witches (at least to an extent, which to Belos is absolutely disgusting)

so logically he thinks that the entire human realm got bewitched.

during this time whatever governments are attempting to share their technology and scientific innovations (and Belos is playing along, introducing them to magic for the time being). and with all the shit happening the eclipse comes and goes with no chance for Belos to go through with his plan. the humans seem to be too bewitched anyways, he reasons, if he went through his plan then and there, they would have painted him as a villain, no he needs to show them how evil witches truly are, so they end up regretting ever making contact with them. and once he finds out about the weapons of mass destruction humans have invented (so much more efficient than the draining spell!), he devises a new plan.

so once again he plays the slow game of earning people's trust, even letting witches emigrate to human countries.

see, as humans still werent used to magic they didnt have any precautions against it, so Belos could easily command a few witches to assassinate whatever major figures (like an illusion witch can make themselves go invisible, or an oracle witch can predict the exact time someone will be at an easy to get place, etc).

basically Belos starts ww3.

and i thought of a lot more about this but im tired now and cant be bothered to write so ehhh.

#toh #philip wittebane #why did i write this

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I posted 23 times in 2022

That's 23 more posts than 2021!

10 posts created (43%)

13 posts reblogged (57%)

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I tagged 10 of my posts in 2022

#jack torrance x reader - 6 posts

#eddie munson x reader - 5 posts

#jack torrance - 5 posts

#the shining - 5 posts

#eddie munson - 3 posts

#stranger things fanfiction - 3 posts

#beetlejuice x reader - 1 post

#billy loomis x reader - 1 post

#stu x reader - 1 post

#billy hargrove x reader - 1 post

Longest Tag: 26 characters

#stranger things fanfiction

My Top Posts in 2022:

The New Beginning pt.2

TW: mentions of self harm

You wake up in your room, like everyday, but something’s different, you feel hands wrapped around your waste and feel a warm breath on the back of your neck. It’s Eddie, you remember what had occurred last night and start sobbing at the thought of your ex coming back again. Eddie, who was already awake and was just watching you sleep, kissed you on the back of your neck and whispered “you’re safe with me, baby”, you smile before being taken by the thoughts of what your ex might do to you again.

Eddie notices that and says “Don’t worry, that bastard is never going to harm you again”, you nod and get off the bed, “where are you going, sweetheart?” says Eddie, worried that you’ll do something to yourself again, he blinks and then he’s back at that horrible scenario, you, crying and saying “what have i done” over and over again, Eddie, driving as fast as possible to get to you, and to think that was just two months ago..

“I’m going to go get some tea, you want anything?” you say, “a coffee would be nice” says Eddie, not wanting to make you do too much because of the traumatic experience you had yesterday, “ok!” you say. A few minutes pass and Eddie is still on the bed, waiting for you, you enter the room and give Eddie his coffee and sit on the bed next to him with your cup of tea. You knew this was going to be one of your morning rituals, you could just feel it.

23 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

okidoki!

Jack and you never really got along, specially after what happened at the Christmas party, you were both drunk and started making out (even though he was married) but at least both of you regretted it (or did you?).

Unfortunately you were both selected to take care of the hotel in the winter season. It’s not like you two hated each other but you both regretted that night and didn’t want to see each other after that.

First day: Since the budget was low you both had to share a room (a room for couples, with one bed) you were in your room and then Jack came in but you didn’t notice until he spoke “well, well, well, I guess the best duo is back at it again” “just shut up, Jack” you said. Jack walked out of the room and didn’t bother you for the rest of the day.

Second day: You woke up in the middle of the night, you had a weird dream, more like a nightmare to you, it was a sex dream with you and Jack. You went to the bathroom and then you felt strong hands around your waste, and a warm kiss on your neck. “Jack..?”, he didn’t respond, “J-Jack..?” you said, again, “don’t think I didn’t hear you talk in your sleep about me, kitten~”. “W-what??” you said, “yeah i heard you, you big simp” he laughs. You didn’t speak to each other for the rest of the day.

Third day: Jack was writing on his typing machine, you approached him, “h-hey, about yesterday..” you said, “sit on my lap, kitten” he said with a warm smile on his face “o-ok” you said. You sat on his lap, he began to write again. “Ya know I love you right?” he said, “yeah” you said, “do you love me too?” he said with a smirk, already knowing the answer, “y-yeah i do” you said.

Forth day, Night time: You went to bed a little earlier than usual, Jack usually went to bed around midnight or 3AM, and you usually waited for him, you were under the sheets and started to fall asleep, you were suddenly woken by a soft kiss on your lips, “hi” he says “hi” you say, “just wanted to say goodnight” he said,”aww thank you” you said

10th day: You woke up a little earlier than usual so you decided to go to downstairs, to check what Jack was writing. You approached his desk, you touched the big stack of papers he had left there from the night before. You only saw one thing written over and over again “i love Y/N” you got scared and took a step back, when you did you felt a warm breath on your neck “how do you like it?“ he said, “u-uh” you said, you knew Jack loved you but you didn’t know he loved you THAT much.

11th day: You woke up, Jack had his face on your chest, you sarted playing with his hair. “Y/N” he said, “yeah?” you said, “ya know I would do anything for you don’t ya?” he said, while wrapping his arms around your waste “yeah i do” you said with a warm comforting smile. You both knew you were bad for each other but you were also perfect for each other. Kinda like an addiction that kept growing and growing and it never ended.

24 notes - Posted June 26, 2022

The New Beginning

Summary: After your boyfriend broke up with you, you were comforted by your good friend Eddie, but then you and him let your emotions get the best of you

TW: argument, aggressive language (swearing), abusive ex

E/B/N = Ex Boyfriend’s Name

You were devastated. You and your boyfriend had been together for 3 years. You just spent your whole day in bed listening to mitski and Billie Eilish and crying your eyes out.

Thank god your friend Eddie was going to visit you today, he was the only person who could comfort you right now. Yes of course he was great friends with your, now, ex. But he still cared about you. Like a lot.

“Y/N! I’m here!” said Eddie entering your small apartment. “Y/N?” Eddie got a little panicked from not seeing you near the door to greet him. “In here” you said, with your tired voice and eye bags from crying so much last night.

Eddie enters your room, his smile turns into a sad face. He was really sad that you were in such pain, but also kinda relieved that you were finally out of that toxic relationship. He sits in your bed, next to you, “Y/N…”, he says, while playing with your hair.

Eddie gets up and claps his hands “Come on! It’s time to get up!” you look at him and in your mind you’re just thinking “dammit he looks so good today”. Eddie looks at you with a warm smile, he helps you get up and you go eat lunch.

After lunch Eddie helps you with your self-care routine, he tells you to go take a shower to freshen up and he sits in the bed, waiting for you to finish. After that you two go for a walk in the park, Eddie picks up a flower and puts it in your hair, and you start blushing (intensely). Luckily he didn’t notice (or did he?)

When you get home you both sit on the bed and just start talking about the rain, music, anything. But then your sweet conversation gets interrupted by an aggressive knock on the door “I go get it!” says Eddie (not knowing what is about to happen)

Eddie opens the door only to find your ex standing in the entrance of your apartment “they don’t wanna talk to you, E/B/N” says Eddie with a cold face “shut the fuck up and let me in” says your ex “No.” says Eddie while trying to close the door. Your ex grabs the door and tries to barge in. Eddie starts screaming at him saying that he’s “a fucking psycho” and to “leave Y/N alone”.

You’re still sitting in the bed waiting for Eddie to get back, but then you hear screaming. You get out of your room only to see your ex trying to get in and Eddie holding the door “Get back to your room Y/N!” says Eddie “is that bitch Y/N here!?” says your ex. You run back to your room, with tears in your eyes, you could still hear your ex saying that you’re cheating on him with his friend and that that’s not fair.

Eddie was finally able to close the door after saying that he could easily call the police and tell them what he did to you, your ex got scared and stoped trying to get in. Eddie went into your room only to see you on your bed holding a plushie, crying. “I’m so sorry” you say “Sorry? Sorry for what?” says Eddie “for him” you said. You and Eddie look at each other in silence.

Eddie gets close to you, you start to blush again, eddie puts a hand on your cheek and gives you a kiss on the forehead “it’s all going to be ok” he says. You only believed those words when they went out of Eddie’s mouth. Eddie looks at you and realises that he’s the only person who’s right for you. He gives you another kiss, but this time on the mouth, you’re shocked, you didn’t know that Eddie liked you too. He pulls out of the kiss and you are blushing more. Eddie laughs and gives you a hug. “I love you baby, there, I said it” you start getting overwhelmed but try to take it in “I-I love you too”

61 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

Hey can you please give me ideas for fanfics?? i’ll list the characters that i’ll be making fanfics for here:

Jack torrance

Beetlejuice

Billy loomis and stu

Billy hargrove

Hannibal and Will Graham

65 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Eddie Munson reacting to their S/O wearing his shirt to sleep

-This night was very cold and you only had a shirt on, Eddie decided to give you his hellfire shirt and, wow;

-You looked stunning, yeah of course you’d look stunning in any clothes but this specific outfit seemed to turn Eddie on;

-You and Eddie are on the bed and Eddie starts kissing your neck passionately, seeing you in his hellfire shirt just really did something to him;

-You seem to notice how Eddie acts when you’re wearing that shirt so you decide to tease him here and there, wearing his shirt to do chores and other things around the house;

-Even though Eddie gets kinda sad when you take off his shirt he LOVES to see what’s underneath it

115 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

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