I would like to ask some of your headcanons (sandman, good omens, Sherlock, whatever you want you choose!) 🥰
Rogue, my dear hii! I hope you can get out of this terrible Tumblr jail soon! I appreciate you sending me these. Let's see I may do a few here and there as a treat. I hope you enjoy them (:
Sherlock
This man likes hugs, but it takes him a while to get used to affection as I think he is touch starved
Loves having his curls ruffled or tugged during a kiss (make that man melt haha, plus it's in a majority of my fics now so it's almost canon)
He likes to observe whatever you're doing and when he knows you're not in the mood for affection, will sit in the room with you as you study/read/ watch a movie
This usually ends up with you listening to one of his cases as he rambles along and you've gotten used to it by now it's one of the usual nightly occurrences in 221B
In autumn, he gets curious about the tie/knot fleece blankets which leads you to a weekend stint of creating some festive ones. John comes in to help as well and you make a blanket fort
Dream/Morpheus
I am a firm believer that Morpheus will sit down in a comfortable armchair and knit dreams/stories/nightmares out of his shadows and sand while you watched transfixed
He likes to take nightly strolls in the library when he can also to check up on Lucienne and Matthew as he knows they like to keep track of him in case something were to go wrong
When you're in the Dreaming with him, it's one of your favorite places to go and you love talking to Merv as well who trains you well with his shotgun
Pre capture Dream detests family gatherings and even moreso post capture as none of his family came to help him, so when you ask him to a gathering of your friends (Hob included) he's hesitant at first and you and Hob reassure him it will be alright
I also think Morpheus has an extensive art galley and all his awesome cloaks are the art pieces so he can swoop the canvases off to shift to his robes
The Corinthian
I feel like Corinthian would go to those classy swanky 1920s themed jazz bars and get a martini and just for kicks and giggles garnishes it with an eyeball instead of an olive
He likes being hand fed his eyeballs. It's almost akin to the feeding someone grapes as they recline on a lounger type scenario. Bonus points if it's you doing the feeding
Speaking of eating, he would like to take you out for little treats like ice cream
This nightmare has such a fancy for suits, he goes to the most hip places and is so picky and particular about his suits, the quality, the fabric. He goes the whole nine yards and does not skimp
This extends to the way he would treat someone he fancies and would spare no expense. It's not a good thing to piss him off as they'd likely be his next meal so it's good to stay on his nicer side
Sleepover Weekend
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Timezone by Maneskin is giving Rockstar/Band Morpheus AU like him coming back from a tour and ravishing you once he has you in his arms again (and I physically cannot listen to this without thinking about him now 😩)
Alright, so I finally looked at the lyrics to the song and they fit perfectly with your thoughts! I tried to articulate and analyze some parts but I hope you like it! 🙈
Now I know you're sleeping, Where I'm supposed to be in, Wish I could've stayed.
The regret he feels leaving you while deciding to go on tour with his gang. Perhaps you have other obligations like your university program or a demanding job not to mention it turned into a world tour so you haven't seen him in months and ache for him and yearn.
Only thing that keeps us apart. Is seven thousand miles, running like a mad dog, Only thing that keeps us apart, Is a different timezone, So fuck what I'm dreaming, this fame has no meaning, I'm coming home, Only thing that keeps us apart, Is a different timezone.
This part is giving me the movie frame of the couple lying with their back to the door, but with different backgrounds reaching out behind them to find their missing half. Morpheus hasn't slept in days and the crew is on the last leg of the tour and he's losing his mind, the brief calls between you doing nothing to satiate this need for you, how he craves to hold you close, inhale the scent of your shampoo and litter you with thousands of kisses. You feel the same, void and empty without him next to you, your dreams unbearable the quiet of your room doing little to soothe you on those late nights.
Tomorrow I got another plane, I'm not gonna take it, Instead, I'm gonna fly straight to you, I paid double for the tickets, And I don't give a shit about the contracts that I signed, And they can say whatever, we'll be making love, I'm fucking you tonight
Then like you said, Rogue this definitely has the vibe of him busting through the door practically rabid, his muscles flexing in his back top, ripped black jeans and black converse. You're sure your mouth hangs agape but not for long cause he's grasping you like a lifeline and whispering all the things he wants to do to you.
You groan, gasping for air as you break away, knowing you look a complete mess as you were finishing up dinner or work so you toss that aside and pull him to your room like "better get going, yeah? We've got lots to make up for, Morpheus."
The subtle smirk lights his features and his eyes darken as he takes you in nodding in kind as he kisses your hand, before utterly ravishing your lips and pulling you in his arms, holding you so tight while he lays you down on your back, determined. "For you my love, anything."
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