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trendywaifus · 2 months

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suffering from nightmares/having trouble sleeping properly due to stress? say no more! cw: mention of panic attack. mention of fake character death. spoilers. angst to fluff. fem!reader

ACHERON is a light sleeper, so anything can rouse her from her slumber. she likes to spoon you and prefers you to be near the wall while she’s closer to the door to protect you if anything happens. if you’re having a nightmare, stirring in her arms and mumbling incoherent words under your breath, acheron will immediately wake up and know what’s going on. she won’t wake you. no, she’ll hold you tighter, pressing your back into her front, occasionally kissing the nape of your neck and softly whisper in your ear, talking you through it. “ you’re not alone, i’m here. “ and “ shh, it’s okay my love. you’re in my arms right now, you’re safe. “

if you’re having trouble sleeping, acheron will stay awake and talk to you about anything you want. if you just want her to talk that’s fine, she’ll just ramble on about some philosophy or if she remembers, she’ll recall some funny one-sided interactions she had with random people. you don’t wanna talk and just want her to hold you until you fall asleep? no problem! she’d quietly lull you into her strong arms and rests her chin on your temple. her calloused hands rub your back, occasionally drawing non-existent shapes against it. ngl, i see acheron unconsciously rubbing your ass and shyly apologize once she realizes what she’s doing (please continue).

if you’re having a terrible nightmare and wake up into a panic attack, struggling to differentiate what’s real and what’s not, that’ll be one of the rare times where acheron is scared to death cus ur her baby frfr.

(don’t attempt what acheron’s doing because people react differently during panic attacks and some do NOT want to be touched while having one. verbal redirection and MAYBE minimal touching is okay. )

“ (name). (name)! look at me, hey. “ acheron grabs your wrists, trying to hold you still while you hysterically sobbed and trembled. you frantically tried to escape acheron’s firm grip, shaking your head. “ i-i ha-have to get out of here—i-i can’t be here—you don’t understand!”you babbled, struggling to kick off the sheets and scramble out of the bed. she’s quick to pin you down against the mattress, straddling your hips to prevent you from escaping and hurting yourself.

“ you have to calm down. do you know where you are now? can you recognize me? you need to look at me. i’m begging you. “ acheron pleads, voice nearly cracking as she desperately tries to connect her amethyst eyes with yours. for several minutes, she tried to reorient and reassure you as you struggled to fully grasp reality. once you tired yourself out, it took some time for your lover’s voice to finally reach you.

“ that’s right, calm down. deep breaths, focus only on me my precious girl. no, no, don’t look over there, only at me. “ she whispers, releasing one of your wrists to brush the strands of hair sticking to your sweaty forehead and caressed your face lovingly, wiping the tears away with her thumb. “ i-i’m sorry, “ you choked out, “i didn’t mean to—“

“ it’s alright. you need’nt to apologize. i understand, my love. night terrors are truly horrible. “ acheron dips down to firmly kiss your forehead. she removes herself off of you and protectively pulls you into her midst. “ you nearly scared me to death but i know it was nothing compared to what you were experiencing in that nightmare. i promise that who or whatever is the cause of that dream, i’ll reduce them into nothingness if my blade can reach them. no, i’ll make sure of it. “

BLACK SWAN doesn’t sleep, she’s a memetic entity after all. if time allows her to, expect her to lay in bed and cuddle you while you sleep. her nimble fingers would comb through your hair, while your head is settled on her generous chest. you prefer to sleep on top of her because her presence is so soothing. that includes her voice, it’s so smooth and low, it’s like water when she hums and whispers sweet things into your ear. unfortunately, that still isn’t enough to escape from nightmares. as a memokeeper, black swan knows when you’re having a nightmare. she’ll enter into your dream and save you from whatever’s troubling you. when you wake up, she’d stroke your back and kiss the side of your head tenderly. “ that was quite the nightmare, wasn’t it? was i there to save you, my dear? “ black swan softly asks, sliver of tease in her voice.

you can’t sleep? that’s no good. sure she has the ability to ease your mind and body but physically comforting you with her touch is simply better. your cute sighs of content and the feeling of your body melting against hers is a savory memory to have. if you wish to talk, she’ll talk about the memories she witnessed, her favorites which is the ones with you in it, and then the downright ridiculous ones that she had collected from others. oh? don’t feel like talking and just want silence? that’s fine. she’ll simply hold you close till’ you fall victim to sleep—which won’t be long because her touch is sooo therapeutic and this woman knows it.

of course there will be times where she won’t be there with you due to her duties but if you call her name, especially with urgency, she’ll do her best to come to you as soon as possible.

“ bl-black swan! “ you hurriedly called out into the darkness, breath irregular and tears threatening to fall from your eyes. another night, another nightmare. you thought, running a shaky hand over your face. after a few minutes of waiting, there was still silence, no familiar weight on the bed, no angelic voice confirming her presence, no arms reaching out to embrace you—nothing.

“ sh-she must be busy. i’m foolish to think she would come the second i call her. “ you hide your face into your hands, sniffling.

“ it’s not foolish, my dearest. you musn’t think that, “ a gentle voice says in front of you, as the mattress softly dips. “ i heard the frantic call of my name and i did my best to wrap up some matters as fast as i could. i’m a little late, my apologies.” warm hands grasps your hands, slowly peeling them away from your face. once your watery eyes finds hers, black swan offers you a beautiful warm smile. “ there’s my pretty darling, come here. “ as if you were the most fragile thing in the universe, she delicately pulls you into a embrace and presses a quick kiss right below your brow. she sways you in her arms, humming a soothing tune you don’t recognize.

“ if you wish, allow me to erase that awful nightmare from your memories. “

FIREFLY is a sweetheart when it comes to you, her precious love. she puts you before herself and she’ll continue to until her very being fades away. so if you’re awake, she’s awake. you’re asleep, she’s asleep. in bed, firefly wants to face you while holding your hand, it grounds her and she hopes it does the same for you. when she’s on missions, you’re always on her mind, she has you to come back to after all. if you’re having a nightmare, firefly is quick to notice it and wake you up, greeting you with a sweet smile reserved only for you as your eyes flutters open. “ it’s just me, (name). “ she’d whisper, brushing the messy hair away from your tired eyes. firefly leans down to land a chaste kiss right between your eyes.

having trouble sleeping? that’s okay, firefly will do her best to entertain you while you’re up. if you want to talk about anything, go ahead! she’ll listen and share her thoughts with you. she herself doesn’t really have any fond memories to share except the ones she has with you. oh, you don’t want to talk? okay, let her hold you then. because of her fire element, she’s warm so i can imagine her protectively enveloping you in her arms, legs tangling with yours, and nuzzle her nose into your temple. your ear is pressed against her chest, the soft rhythm of her heart is all you hear besides her faint breathing.

unfortunately, firefly won’t be there all the time with you because of her missions, so nights by yourself are a little common.

with a heavy heart, you lift your head from the pillow, sitting up. cold sweat rolls down the side of your face as ominous darkness swallows your form. “ a nightmare. “ you murmured, glancing to the empty side where your missing lover should be. she’s on a mission and is expected to come back soon. you exhaled deeply, snatching your phone from the nightstand to look at the time. “ its nearly one in the morning. i need to sleep before—“

“ you’re awake. “ a deep, low robotic voice observes, heavy footsteps entering the shared cabin along with the sound of shifting metal. your drowsy gaze turns over to the looming, large mecha walking towards the bed, it’s blue slits glowing in the darkness. “ well, i was sleep but i can guess you can see how that went, sam. “ sam’s large metal hand reaches out to gingerly touch your cheek, it felt warm and comforting against your skin. “ yes, i do. would you like for me to get you a glass of water or anything that you desire? “

you rest your hand over sam’s, giggling, “ no, i just desire you and you. “ your hand then points at the mecha’s chest. sam pauses before a bit, taken back by your gesture and chuckles fondly. they retract away and takes a few steps back. “ as you wish, my love. “ blue lightly highlights sam from head to toe and wisps of flames wraps around its form. not a moment later, firefly emerges from the short-lasting flames, smiling warmly at you.

“ it’s nice to also see you again, firefly. “

ROBIN is another sweetheart! she makes sure you’re all comfortable before anything else. much like firefly, she loves to lay in bed while facing you. robin adores your pretty resting face and often times retrains herself from touching you. if you’re having a nightmare, which is rare because of robin’s angelic presence, she won’t wake you up, instead, she’d sing a soft tune and stroke your hair. “ don’t worry my muse, “ she whispers, dulcet voice filled with love and a hint of sadness, “ you’re not alone. when you wake up, i’ll be here to comfort you with open arms. “

can’t sleep? no worries, if you want, she can relax your body so you can sleep! oh, you don’t want to? you want to just talk to get your mind off of things? okay, robin will listen to whatever you have to say with a fond smile. she’ll gladly give you a response if you want her thoughts. if you want her to talk, she’ll talk about her tours, songs she’s writing (excluding the ones that are about you cus it’s a surprise ;)), and her brother! don’t feel like talking? that’s fine, she’s gonna admire you until sleep overtakes her.

robin absolutely hates it when you have terrible nightmares, it breaks her heart to see you in a state of distress.

“ sweetheart, are you alright? “ she asks worriedly, touching your shoulder and tilts her head to the side to see more of your face. you breathed heavily, casting her a tight-lipped smile that didn’t reassure robin one bit. “ mhm, “ you bring her into a hug, burying your face into her shoulder, breathing in her lavender scent. “ just a small bad dream. don’t worry, robbie. “ you muttered, holding back a sob. it was just a small bad dream where your lover dies right in front of your eyes is all.

her wings flutters with sadness as your body trembles against hers. she wraps her slender arms around your frame, softly frowning. “ a small bad dream that left you like this? please don’t lie to me, love. i want to help you. “

“ you already are, “ you hold her tighter, voice evidently cracking, “ by being here with me.” robin feels warm tears stain her nightgown, her lips pursues.

“ no—please, allow me to see your face so i can wipe your tears away and ease your mind. “

after a brief moment, you tentatively pull away from her shoulder, letting her see your teary face. her jade eyes glosses a bit. robin cradles your cheeks, brushing away the small droplets of tears with the stroke of her thumbs. she leans forward and rests her forehead against yours. a warm feeling whirls in your stomach and spreads through your body like a wildfire. your tense muscles relaxes and your troubled mind gradually clears. your lover places a lingering kiss against your shaking lips, silently promising you that it’s going to be okay.

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withleeknow · 4 months

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thirteen percent.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff; mentions of drinking, cursing, hella unedited and tbh i kinda gave up toward the end but i wanted to post smth lmao word count: 1.2k note: inspired by the events of friday night in which i had 1.3 bottle of soju and promptly passed out while unmuted all night in my discord server lmfao

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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the first thing you do when you wake up is scowl.

at the sun. at the sky. at the cars and at the people going about their day on the street below. at soonie and doongie when you find them just peacefully existing in their respective corners of the room.

at minho who's looking at you from the doorway with an amused expression on his face.

"look who's finally up," he says, approaching the bed with a glass of water in his hands. "it's almost 1pm, heathen."

you groan, covering your face with your hands as you try to sink further into the mattress. "why are you so loud today?"

"this is my normal volume?"

"your normal volume is loud."

"hmm, could this be because last night you knocked back an entire bottle of soju and then some and therefore you have a raging headache right now?"

you blink, still delirious from the night before. it's obvious that the alcohol hasn't completely left your system and minho is right. there's a pounding in your head and you wish it would stop.

you ignore his sassy quip, trying to recall what happened. "how did i get home?"

it was supposed to be a cozy night in with your friends. you'd been looking forward to last night for weeks because all of you had been so busy with your respective lives, and a fun girl's night was desperately needed. to catch up, to gossip about your partners, to escape your tiresome realities for a few hours.

and of course, to unwind and drink. not to the point of being blackout drunk; just to de-stress a little.

"how do you think?" minho asks, holding out the water for you until you muster enough strength to sit up and take it from him. he watches as you greedily gulp down the liquid to satiate your dry throat, giving him back the empty glass when you're done and lying back down again. he sets the glass on your bedside table before he joins you under the covers. "boyfriend of the year went out in the middle of the night to drag your ass home."

"you took me home?"

"i just said boyfriend of the year, didn't i?"

despite his smartass attitude, minho still snakes an arm around your body to pull you close to him, until your head is lying on his chest while he strokes your hair gently.

"it was just soju. plum soju!" you try to justify your actions, throwing a leg over his and snuggling further into the warmth of his body. "only thirteen percent!"

minho scoffs. "that's how they get you. the fun flavors make you think that you're gonna be fine if you do just a couple more shots. next thing you know, you're sending your boyfriend gibberish messages at 2am."

to emphasize his point, minho shows you his phone, goes straight to the text thread you two share.

you mostly sent him nonsense, seemingly a lot of keyboard smashes and blurry drunken selfies of you and your friends. then came the last few messages.

you: oh naue why rom sponnign you: i wsntto go homrr you: mimo tskeeee me homeee

"oh." you purse your lips. "drunk me was a moment."

"no, she was a lot of moments actually. you stayed up for almost two hours after i brought you home."

"doing what?"

your boyfriend looks down at you, an unimpressed look on his face before he rolls his eyes and sighs, recanting the story of how you exhausted him just hours prior.

"stop squirming," minho said, trying to keep your head from lolling to the side as he wiped at your face with a cotton pad doused in micellar water.

but you kept giggling, kept trying to hold his cheeks so you could kiss him. "mimo, you're so pretty. my pretty, pr-" hiccup! "pretty mimo."

it took him thirty whole minutes just to take your makeup off, then another forty five to go through your skincare routine.

it was an entire struggle to get you out of your clothes and into your sleepwear because apparently, the feeling of him tugging your blouse over your head and sliding your jeans down your legs tickled that amorous part of your brain - your horndog side, if you will.

you instantly latched onto him, climbing on top of him to sit on his lap, attempting to trail kisses along his neck when all minho was trying to do was put your t-shirt on.

"not now," he scolded you lightly, pushing you away by your shoulders before he held your arms up just long enough to slip the shirt over your body.

"whyyy not?"

"mostly because you're about ten seconds away from passing out."

but that wasn't something that your intoxicated brain could comprehend. all you understood was that your boyfriend didn't want to have sex with you, that he was rejecting you.

you went quiet all of a sudden, your lips pouting, your eyes turning glassy before you practically sob, "you don't want me anymore."

minho could only sigh.

"what now?" he had finally managed to get your restless ass into bed, thinking you'd surely knock out within seconds of hitting the sheets. but when he returned to the bedroom five minutes later, having cleared away your clothes to be put in the washer in the morning, minho found you lying on your side, your eyes glued to your phone, your face illuminated by the blue light coming from the device. "why aren't you sleeping?"

you were going through your camera roll, watching your old videos like they were your favorite tv show. videos of you and him, videos of him and the cats, or just random videos of him that you took when you thought he wasn't paying attention.

it was cute how you were so immersed, how you kept giggling and making heart eyes at the version of minho captured on your phone. it made him smile, just standing there and watching you like that.

it was beyond endearing, but it was also fucking 4:18am.

minho snatched the device away from you and put it somewhere you couldn't reach before he settled into bed with you.

"i miss my mimo," you whined. "give me back my mimo."

he knew there was no use in telling you that you didn't need to miss him when he, the object of your affection himself, was lying next to you. instead, he just yanked you closer, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and holding you tightly so you couldn't move, hoping that it would eventually lull you to dreamland.

"your mimo is right here. now go to sleep, you menace."

"and not to mention you kept-"

"nope." you put a hand over minho's mouth so he would shut up. "i've heard enough."

he pushes your hand away. "i deserve compensation for what i had to go through last night."

"the satisfaction of taking care of your wonderful girlfriend wasn't enough for you?"

"no," he says. then, you both just stare at each another for a few minutes.

"fine," you relent. "i'll make it up to you with one hundred kisses."

"i want a cat tower."

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echantedtoon · 1 month

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HxH Oneshot

Illumi x Fem reader. It's my literal first ever time trying to write for this guy so he's probably ooc here. Shout-out to @bwabys-scenarios for getting me interested in this guy.

If someone had told him a couple months ago that he would fall in love with the MOST unlikely girl that had ever graced his life...He'd have told you to never speak such nonsense to him again, probably would have scoffed, told them they were insane, and dismissed it from memory bank forever. Him, a driven force, a killer even, with a girl like her?? HA! What nonsense...

Or was it?

Not to him right now it wasn't as she kissed him and held his hands and he found himself not fighting against it. What was wrong with him!?

It felt like a two part problem in his mind. On one hand it was as if he was betraying his loyalty to his duties and everything that it stood for, for falling for such a girl. While on the other hand it was a betrayal of his own emotions for denying his affection for her in the first place. He grew weaker by the day, losing sleep over his inner turmoil. It wasn't long before people started to notice, dark circles appearing under his eyes and his usual scowl deepening as his mood worsened. No one dared to actually ask him what was the matter, but he could feel their concerned stares and worried glances. Even so, he held out, pushing thoughts of her away as he tried to go on with his life. Just ignore her, he told himself. He would feel better once he forgot about her. But no matter what she wouldn't leave his mind or him alone. Oh WHY did he have to be plague his existence. He once tried yelling at her to just GO AWAY!! To leave him alone because she didn't need to be anywhere near him....It ended up with him breaking down in the middle of the hallway crying and all those sleepless nights catching up to him finally. His acts were slipping, he was acting like a baby, and it was ALL her fault. She wouldn't listen and go away like some stalker. After that he had passed out from his yelling fit and woken up in her lap due to exhaustion.....And to her crying and holding his hand. Ironic wasn't it.

And he made a noble effort to ever forget about that incident, but it was all for naught.

He reached his tipping point about a month into his rejection to the monster. He was exhausted, eyes sore and bloodshot, and his work still wavering concerning all their superiors. Lost in his thoughts on the way to lunch, he heard a single word. His name. That made him stop in his tracks. His head snapping up in recognition, eyes widening. No! Not her! Not now! The last thing he wanted was the taller she demon to back him against the wall and talk her pretty little head off. He felt like he was suffocating. He barely slept for days. He couldn't take it- The voices were becoming so much his head was going to explode-

"Illumi? You don't look so good."

That was the last thing he heard before he passed out for a second time that month. She had carried him. CARRIED HIM!! HIM!! All the way back home filled with worry. Don't ask him why she didn't just leave him there. If the assassin was just found passed out against the wall it would've been less humiliating than a girl to carry him all the way to his bed where he remained when he woke up and numbly laid there as she went off chattering again. He didn't know what he was thinking when he suddenly exploded at her letting everything out. Maybe it was his frustration? The stress and strain he was feeling from her relentless presence? Maybe the days of little to no sleep? His mind zoned out as he mindlessly yelled at her but he certainly wasn't expecting it to end up with her kissing him and him being compliant to her affections. Leaning into her warmth and all around easing the stress he was always. Good grief what did he say? At one point she pulled away and he attempted to kiss her again which ended embarrassingly thanks to his lesser height laying down which ended up with himself missing her lips and pecking her jawline which sent her beautiful face into giggles and the soft hands cupping his already crying and red face rubbed away at the stressful tears.

"You shouldn't beat yourself over like a little crush. I would've been happy to know either way.Oh. Please don't cry."

He wasn't sure why he felt so assured or comforted right now, but for now he leaned into those soft hands holding him up with the pretty angelic face of his relief.

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redfoxwritesstuff · 5 months

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Sunflower: Book 1, Chapter 1

Tom Hiddleston x ofc (Mia Sull) Chapter 2 Masterlist Series Rating: M Chapter Warnings: Mentions of sexual health items, alcohol use, Nudity Series warnings: Sexual content, alcohol use

RPF Note- This is a fictional version of Tom Hiddleston. I have and will continue to play with the timeline of his career. All characters are fictional. Out of respect for the actual Tom, I have fictionalized his family members beyond the most basic details as well as as past romantic entanglements. Please do NOT take this romantic work of fiction as disapproval of his current relationship. He appears happy, has a family and I am happy for him. I have a hundred and one fictional versions of him in my head, I don't need the real life man single.

Summary: Las Vegas drew in people like him. Heart broken, lonely and rejected while his ex married someone else. Here he could be anyone though, flying under the radar of his skyrocketing fame.

Las Vegas was home to people like her. Lonely, broke and with the weight of the world on her shoulders. There was never enough of anything except stress. She was one of the countless faces that lived in the shadow of the glittering lights.

Two worlds collide in a drunken night neither can remember. What do you do when what happens in Vegas is a legally binding marriage contract between two strangers?

Chapter One

Shrill ringing cut through the silence. Slitting open her eyes, Mia regretted it instantly. The bright sunlight of the day stabbed her eyes without care for the pain it caused. Blindly, she groped toward the cursed sound of her phone ringing. Pawing at it, she dismissed the alarm or call or alert- what exactly she didn’t know and didn’t care at that moment.

“Fucking hell…” It was hard to talk. Her throat felt like someone had stuffed it full of cotton balls. Her head pounded and it felt like she was floating.

“Agreed…” she could have sworn a voice mumbled behind her. She had had far too much to drink the night before and couldn’t trust her senses.

“Where are you?” The voice was a distant squawk. It turned out that it was a call and, rather than dismissing it she had answered it.

“Fuck.” she said again, not registering much but dragging the phone to her ear. “What?”

“Breakfast. You’re missing from it. Where are you?” It was her sister Ashley on the other end of the call.

Breakfast… shit. Breakfast. “I’ll get right on that.”

“Where are you?” Ashley’s voice was so loud. Was the phone on speaker or was the volume punishing her for the night before?

“Hotel room?” Mia said.

“Mandalay Bay.” The voice behind her offered slightly stronger. The bed shifted under the weight of another occupant moving. The voice earlier hadn’t been a figment of her imagination after all.

“Who was that?” Ashley asked.

“I don’t honestly know.” She admitted, not caring if she hurt the occupant’s feelings but trying to keep her voice down.

If there wasn’t a thousand angry hornets surfing on shifting sand in her skull, it may have occurred to her that admitting that while in a hotel alone- she assumed they were alone at least- with a strange man was likely not the greatest choice.

“Tom.” The mystery man supplied as if that actually gave her any information. Did he expect her to remember him? Did he remember her?

“He says his name is Tom.” Did she even know a Tom? She had no memory of a Tom.

“I heard.” Ashley was not pleased. She was whatever existed below highly displeased was. “Who the hell is-”

“Give me ten to fifteen, kay?” Mia didn’t give her a chance to answer before disconnecting the call.

“What the hell happened?” It took all the strength in her body to roll from her stomach to her back. Her limbs felt like they had been replaced with sacks of potatoes. How much did I drink?

The thought was cut off when she saw him. Light brown hair was lit up gold in the offensively bright Las Vegas morning sun, defining the curl to the short stands. He had a sharp jaw peppered with morning stubble and defined cheekbones. Most importantly, he was without a shirt. Hopefully that was all the clothes missing from him.

He held his hand up over his chest, suspended and looking at it incredulously. A Simple gold ring reflected off his left hand.

Fuck. Her leg brushed against his as she shifted to face him. She was very much naked and anything resembling pant legs did not cover his leg. Fuckity fuck fuck. She fucked a married man. When the fuck did she sink so low?

“I think we got married?” Tom’s voice had fewer cotton balls and gravel now as he shifted again in the bed.

“Oh thank god, you’re not married.” The words slipped out in a breath before the real meaning of his words sank in and she bolted upright. “Wait, what? Fuck.” She yanked the too thin blankets up to her naked chest as soon as the overly cold hotel room air made contact with her bare breasts. In the process, she stole blankets from the mystery Tom. His long toned thigh and hip was reveled and yep- he was naked too.

“I believe we’re married.” The words came slowly, calmly as he watched her. Absently, he tugged the blanket to cover his hip and maintain his cover, though he seemed far less concerned with potential exposure than she was. Who could blame him? His chest and abdomen were toned. No wonder she fell into bed with him.

But marry him? She wouldn’t. She didn’t know him. And they couldn’t, anyway. “There’s no way.”

“Shall we find out?” Muscles rippled and contracted as he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. His back was as nice to look at as the rest of him. Quickly, she chastised herself for thinking that way.

This was insanity.

Look away, she reminded herself, as he leaned down and slipped on a pair of boxers. Before she could stop herself, she noticed how they hugged the curve of his ass. It was possible he had a nicer ass than her.

Tom rummaged around as she tried to make a gown out of the blanket before handing her a white button-down shirt. It was too large for her and clearly was his. “Your dress is ripped down the zipper.”

“Turn around.”

He complied, but a chuckle slipped from him as he did so. “It’s a bit late for that, eh?”

“We don’t know that.” It was a lie, she knew it was. Her hips ached in a way that made it impossible to lie to herself, but she sure as hell would lie to him.

“The condom in the trash over here says we did,” or maybe lying to him wasn’t an option. “It’s okay if you don’t remember- I only remember bits. We shouldn’t have.”

“But we did.” It killed her to admit that. “Look, if we were so drunk we couldn’t remember having sex, they wouldn’t have given us a marriage license.”

“You think?” It didn’t sound like he was listening to her as he rummaged through some papers that were scattered on the floor.

“I know, Tom- that’s your name, right? Look, these sorts of things happen in movies and books. Sure, you can walk into the clerk’s office and get a marriage license damn near 24/7 and walk out with a license within 30 minutes, but they’re trained to look for people too damn drunk to make that decision.”

“And what if I just found the paperwork?” When she faced him, he was looking at her intently and holding a stack of papers in his hand.

“No.” He pulled the papers from her as she reached for them, eyebrow raised.

“You don’t know me?” His whole demeanor changed with the question, body becoming rigid.

What the fuck sort of question was that? “Should I?”

“It doesn’t’ matter.” Sure, he was hot, but what the fuck was with that ‘do you know who I am?’ shit? But he seemed to relax with that answer. He didn’t look like a mafia throwback at least.

When she reached for the papers again, he let her take them. She didn’t exactly have the right clothes on to try and climb the man to steal them if he had decided to be childish. The official papers were all there. Everything looked legit and the yellow carbon copies were present with the official white sheets missing.

“Fuck me.”

“I would make a joke, but I suspect now isn’t the time.” Tom cracked a slight smile, but she only returned a glare.

“Not the time.”

“So, are we married?”

“I think so.” She wanted to puke. It wasn’t fair. She was so hung over and yet the adrenalin was letting her think through the shifting sands in her brain. There wasn’t anything she wanted to do more than puke in the moment, yet her mouth was dryer than the desert.

“Maria, correct?” Tom spoke softer. “The paperwork said your name is Maria?”

“Mia,” She corrected absently. She was only Maria when someone was mad at her. “Hiddleston? That’s my new name? What the fuck kind of name is that?” Realizing how harsh her words were, she tacked on a quick, “Sorry.”

“I can’t say none taken, but we’re under stress, so I’ll let it pass.”

Fiddling with the ring on her finger, she stood in silence for a moment before sitting in a heap on the bed. It wasn’t her intention to insult his name, but she hadn’t expected to have woken up to a husband.

“Here.” A glass of water waved through the tears she hadn’t realized were gathering in her eyes. “You’re probably dehydrated. I know my head is pounding, yours surely is too.”

“Thank you.” She wasn’t aware of how thirsty she was until she took the first gulp of water to wash down the Advil he also handed to her.

“Slow down,” He cautioned, “or you’ll make yourself sick.

Looking down at the last bit of water in the glass, she was silent as her stomach rolled. They had to do something. This shouldn’t have been able to happen. She couldn’t be married to a stranger.

“We need to file for an annulment.” the words came out softly and silence hung in the air after. “The ring is pretty- hopefully it can be refunded. Do you think you picked it or me?” She was talking to fill the void in the room.

“I did,” He sounded… something. Down. Perhaps the reality of the situation was weighing on him as well. “You wouldn’t have any part of picking it.”

“You remember?”

“Bits and pieces are coming back.”

“You picked a nice one.” The ring fit her well, sparkling with promises fit for a princess she would never get to be. “Hopefully you can get a refund.”

Silence again. There were no analog clocks in hotels anymore, but she could somehow still hear the ticking of a clock marking off the seconds in her soul.

“I can have Ashley, my sister, bring me some clothes and we can go get the paperwork filed.” The words were flowing out quickly, trying to fill the room. “We can get this taken care of and be done with it. You won’t have to see me again. I won’t make it dif-”

“What if we don’t?” Long nimble fingers that made her remember warmth twisted his simple band around his finger.

“What?” Surely she didn’t hear him right.

“I was raised to believe things happened for a reason. The amount of things that should have stood in the way to prevent this- what if it happened for a reason?” He couldn’t be serious.

“So what, we just stay married?”

“Well,” She cut him off.

“We don’t even know eachother!”

This was insanity. He was insane. Why would a man like him want to be married to some random woman he didn’t know? He looked like a goddamn god, surely women fall at his feet. She wasn’t special. Any woman could have fallen into his bed. It just happened to be her this time.

“Hear me out,” He said. It was hard not to look at him. What woman wouldn’t want a tall, handsome man pleading with her while wearing nothing but his well fitted boxers? “Let’s take some time. Let’s get to know eachother. We don’t have to rush-”

“You’re actually insane.” In her exasperation, she flopped back on the bed. The hem of the shirt- his shirt- rode up her thighs, and she quickly sat back up and yanked the fabric down. “If we ‘take our time’, the window for annulment will close. Then-”

“Then we get a divorce.” He said it as if it was that simple.

“Divorce means lawyers and court fees. I don’t exactly have shit to split but-”

“I’m not concerned about my assets.”

“How long do you want? A few days?” She ran her hands through her waves in frustration, but quickly yanked them down again as she felt the hem of the shirt creeping higher again. “I need some damn pants.”

“What about a year?”

~~~~~~

Alcohol was burning in his throat even as he called for another. Ice clanked against the cold glass. Lights and sounds blinked and clanged around him and yet, thanks to the insulation, it sounded distant. Condensation dampened his fingertips.

It was childish; he knew that. He was far too grown to be drowning his sorrows in a bar. It was risky too- with the attention and influx of fans, he could only dream of it wouldn’t be unexpected for someone to recognize him.

“Excuse me?” A soft voice called behind his shoulder. This was it, he was found out.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m on per-” She slipped into the empty seat next to him. The bar was packed, and it had only recently been vacated. Though he looked at her, she had her eyes on the bartender.

“Washington apple?” She ordered.

Brown waves cascaded down her back. Were they as soft as they looked? The scent of flowers clung to the surrounding air.

“Mia!” The bartender knew her. “Shouldn’t you have gone home hours ago?”

“No point. I wouldn’t sleep anyway.” The glass slid into her hand with practiced coordination that gave away a history between her and the bartender.

“Why’s that?” He shouldn’t be listening in on their conversation, but the whiskey buzzed in his head, making it hard not to.

“AC is down. No one would get any sleep, anyway.”

Tom downed his whiskey and ordered another. His ex may be getting married, but why should he spend that time alone?

“I couldn’t imagine trying to sleep here with no air conditioning.”

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mousydentist · 1 month

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For reverse trope prompts: I feel like fake amnesia could be super cracky and/ or angsty for kimchay post-breakup. Kim pretending to lose his memory to see if Chay will give him a second chance, OR to try to push Chay further away. Chay using fake amnesia to see how Kim reacts if he thinks Chay doesn't remember getting his heart broken. Or Chay doing it just to fuck with Kim's head for a few mins as payback lol.

ok tysm for the ask and sorry this took a while i probably shouldnt have opened asks right before a three hour exam hdjdjd BUT here it is and. this was hard to do in 500 words so i don’t know what this is dhjdhd but i hope you enjoy

It was around noon when Chay got a text from Porsche that had him sprinting for the elevator: You know Kinn’s brother Kim, right? He’s hurt pretty bad. Chay’d been pissed at Kim for a while, of course, but in the wake of it was the fear that he’d never find someone like Kim again, someone he really, really loved, and a desire not to be alone anymore. Truthfully, he’d nearly taken Kim back after he sent the song. At that moment, he’d seen his own loneliness reflected back at him, and his heart ached. But he’d stayed stubborn and refused to forgive Kim, or even acknowledge his existence. He’d tried to pretend he didn’t care for so long - and now, rushing through winding halls to the compound’s infirmary, all he could do was pray it wasn’t too late. Porsche was right, Kim was in bad shape. His unconscious body was connected to a dozen wires and monitors, and his head was covered in a large wrap that had been bled through. Chay said nothing as he took a post next to Kinn, and in return, Kinn didn’t ask. They stayed vigil for several hours before Kim finally showed signs of life. Kinn immediately called for the doctor when Kim blinked his eyes open, glancing blearily around the room. When he locked onto Chay, his brows furrowed. Chay stood close to him, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Hi.” The crease in his brow got larger. “Who…?” Chay’s heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t have time to investigate further before the doctor came back with Kinn and started a volley of questions at Kim. “And do you know who this is?” “My brother, Kinn.” “Great, and the other person?” Kim squinted at Chay’s face. “Am I supposed to know you?” Chay bit the inside of his cheek in an effort not to cry, or throw up, or something else that wouldn’t be helpful. “I’m Porchay.” Kim seemed to understand something then, and for a second Chay thought he might have remembered, but then he said, “Nice to meet you, Porchay.” Chay really did try to listen to the doctor when she pulled him and Kinn aside, but he only heard bits and pieces like “short-term amnesia” and “brain damage” and a bunch of other horrible things. He did hear when she said he’d need to stay under observation for the next few days, and decided maybe this was the universe’s way of telling him to start over with Kim. That night, Chay told Kinn to go sleep in his own bed, that he’d watch over Kim and let him know if anything happened. Chay could tell he needed it, especially when he watched how the man drag himself out of the room. Chay refilled Kim’s water and threw a pillow to one side of the loveseat he’d be sleeping on. “Psst, psst.” Chay turned around, and sure enough, Kim was waving him over conspiratorially. “How was that?” “Uh…” “Do you think he bought it?” Kim whispered like he was sharing a secret. “What are you talking about?” Chay squinted at him. “Do you think Kinn believed that I didn’t know you?” “Wh- you remember me?” Chay screeched, only feeling half bad when Kim cringed in pain. “Kim, why on earth would I want you to pretend you didn’t know me? He knows we’ve met!” Kim shrugged as much as he seemed to be able to. "I asked if I was supposed to know you." Chay let his face fall into his hands as he flopped to the ground, all the stress and grief of the day finally leaving his body as he cried. “Sorry,” Kim muttered, and Chay just laughed. What the fuck was his life. He did stay with Kim that night, and he spent a lot of it on the floor next to him with Kim’s hand locked in his own.

[kim's texts] Kinn: Did you pretend to have amnesia so Porchay would forgive you? Me: excuse me Me: it’s not my fault he assumed i had amnesia Me: i was drugged and delirious i didn’t know what i was saying Kinn: Whatever you say

(from a reverse trope ask game)

#kimchay #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittsawasd #my fic

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mischiefmaker615 · 1 year

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Rating: R

Summary: Captured, you now find yourself doing anything to protect your comrades.

You claw at Baron’s wrist as he keeps a firm hand over your mouth while his other holds tight to your wrist pinned behind your back. Your struggling lessened the more you were sure he would break your arm whenever he yanked upon feeling you jerk. Of course you made yourself feel better by telling yourself you merely held back during your capture, he was your friend after all.. was. ‘’she managed to find our location sir, but we’re sure her capture took place before she had the chance to send out a signal.’’ Clint reported as your eyes lift up and widen to find Loki turning towards the both of you with an unreadable look on his face. Or at least, for a moment before what you could read was triumph and hunger as his eyes scanned over your body. Your SHIELD uniform did a good job hugging your figure, something you wished wasn’t existent right now as your struggles began again when he stalked towards you. You had indeed kept the chase up on your own after headquarters sunk into the ground when Loki escaped, and without working equipment, couldn’t risk staying behind with the rest and lose sight of them. Of course, a million of different results popped up in your head on how you could have gone about this differently so you didn’t find yourself before Loki now being held tightly by the friend you used to know and work with. ‘’using your natural blue orbs to blend in with the rest was indeed intelligent on your part, but coming alone was the most foolish thing you could have done.’’ Loki chuckled and flashed his eyes at Barton who understood and uncovered your mouth by relocating his arm across your throat in a hold but didn’t choke you. Taking a deep breath once your airway worked properly again, you dug your nails into Clint’s arm while your eyes glared back at Loki. ‘’you didn’t look much like a threat so I decided to take my chances.’’ You replied with sarcasm dripping in your voice as he merely smirked and placed a finger under your chin, his thumb stroking your skin as he admired your eyes. ‘’Don’t test me Y/N, I can make your life a living hell if I want to.’’ Loki replied, his voice rather calm as his eyes scanned you once more as he seemed to be thinking before his eyes switched to Clint. ‘’take her to the chamber, I shall deal with her myself.’’ Your body tensed at his words but kept your expression almost unreadable as Loki gave you one last smirk before he moved past you to the other fellow agents following under his orders. Before you could question anything, Clint moved forward, pushing his legs and chest against you so it moved you forward with his grip never faltering under your harsh nails you were sure was making him bleed. Dragging you down a few halls and around a handful of corners, he finally released you after shoving you into an extremely small and dimly lit room; with the only thing accompanying the lamp, was a bed. Spinning on your heel to face him, Clint slammed the door shut behind him before you could even try to talk him out of.. whatever spell Loki had him under. This was bad, very bad.. Your eyes scanned for a door other than the one you just came from- a window, a vent perhaps? Nothing.. the only thing you did have currently was the fight to survive and a million things going through your head; first one being, why were you still alive or mind controlled.. Your thoughts didn’t have much time for answers before the door was opened to reveal Loki who wasted no time shutting it behind him and his body noticeably relaxed itself. Trying to take over the world had its stressful moments probably.. “I’m surprised you didn’t try the door darling.’’ Loki smirked as he opened his eyes and turned to face you with a hand going directly to lock the door behind him. ‘’..it was unlocked?’’ you asked, a little surprised honestly as he smirked and took a step towards you in which you offered a step back. ‘’as soon as he left, unless you thought trying the door would be to obvious?’’ he smirked, his hands placed behind his back as if he were observing an unearthly creature. Your eyes flashed him a glare and your posture offered a position where you would try to defend yourself if he tried anything. ‘’did you just come here to make me feel stupid or are you just going to kill me now?’’ you snapped. Loki’s expression softened as he cocked his head to the side in curiosity ‘’kill a fine creature like you? Now wouldn’t that be a great waste of flesh.’’ He chuckled and proceeded to move forward. Your eyes side eyed him as you backed away, your body somehow forgetting your combat skills as you pressed yourself up against the wall before he found himself standing before you. You flinched when he raised his hands but he didn’t hit you, but merely rested his hands against the wall on either side of you, making your blue orbs move to his own questionably. ‘’Afraid I will try to pull something... ungentlemanly? Scandalous perhaps?" he seemed to mock and you gave a slight glare. ‘’why else would you be in my personal space..’’ ‘’you’ve come onto my hideaway, this is all my personal space darling.’’ He smirked and used a finger under your chin to keep you looking at him when you began to look away. Somehow, his gaze seemed to almost make you weak in the knees but.. he didn’t need to know that. ‘’this is not your planet.’’ ‘’ah, so an ambassador i have here’’ he chuckled. ‘’what do you want?’’ you demanded. ‘’oh darling, you know what I want.’’ He smirked. ‘’don’t think I didn’t notice you hiding upon my first arrival to earth. What amazes me the most is how you apparently survived my mild purge. I take it you are grateful he managed to survive.’’ The last part was laced with annoyance in his voice but your look of surprise changed his features. ‘’oh, didn’t stick around long enough to find out? So eager to keep up with me?’’ he smirked and your eyes widened in denial and confusion with your body suddenly feeling small before him. ‘’you.. you knew I was following you?’’ ‘’for quite some time darling, I just thought you’d arrive aster than you had, but I suppose your attempts to blend in took some time before my men finally picked you out.’’ He chuckled. ‘’w-why did you let me follow you?..’’ His chin tilted up slightly with his eyes glued to yours, the silence getting thick as he contemplated a moment before he simply grinned. ‘’It gets awfully lonely in almost an eternity of seclusion.. and a ravishing creature such as yourself needs to be shown the correct way of how to serve and not for these weak mortals..’’ Your back couldn’t have sunk farther into the wall by his words, nor could your eyes have gotten any wider as you came to the realization of what he meant. ‘’..don’t think for one second that I’d ever-‘’ Your words turned into a yelp when he snatched your jaw in his hand and tilted your head up, looking over your face with a mild-serious expression as if inspecting something. Your hands gripped his wrist, a move foolish on your part where he then noticed your trembling and he merely chuckled, eyes softened. ‘’you are shaking way to early darling, but do not fear. Behave and I shall be gentle with you.’’ He said softly and his hand switched to your hair, making you wince and your hands moved to his wrist once more. Once the thought of kicking him struck your mind, he had already shoved you down onto your knees before him, causing you to yelp. ‘’ah ah ah darling, I wouldn’t dare if I were you or I’ll go back on my promise n being gentle. You wouldn’t want your precious comrades getting hurt either would you?’’ he smirked and you glared up at him when he released your hair. ‘’now darling, I will give you a choice. You do it or I will.’’ The last part was a warning tone, somehow making a threat sounding sexy as you glanced in front of you with something catching your eye. His growing erection. Your eyes flashed up at him as he took a seat behind him on the bed, manspreading as you began feeling your limbs ach and shake. Why the hell did you come here alone.. why the hell in another life perhaps you could see yourself wanting this.. why the hell.. ‘’.. I’d rather be mind controlled then do it willingly.’’ You snapped and he merely chuckled as if you told a joke. ‘’you clearly don’t care about the well being of your fellow comrades do you? You saw- what? Dozens out there all under my control and you are telling me you’d carelessly sacrifice all of them all because you don’t wish to take it upon yourself to pleasure your king?’’ ‘’your no kin-‘’ ‘’ill start with Baron first. And I’ll be sure you watch. Every single drop of blood fall as a make his suffering last.’’ Loki said casually, his voice a sigh as if he had no choice but to do the simple chore and that’s what made you stop him. Clearly he showed no emotion or care in killing others, even when he first arrived he didn’t even hesitate.. there was no bluff. He would do it. ignoring the sick feeling in your stomach, you avoided his gaze and eyed his groin, crawling over to him in which you saw his erection twitch by the mere act in doing so. Sitting on the back of your heels, you raised your shaky hands and moved them over his lap to try to find an opening, a zipper, something. You could practically feel him smirk as he made you feel like a fool and in one simple motion, he pulled himself out of his complicated Asgardian attire. By the gods it was huge.. you’ve seen many men before in your lifetime but him.. you truly knew now the difference between a man and a god. Giving a quick glance up at his eyes was a mistake as he gave you a smug and knowing look. Ignoring his cockiness, your eyes moved back to his.. well, more than ready cock as it glistened with slight precum. There was no way you thought you could take it all the way in your mouth but you’d worry about it later as you just told yourself it was all to protect your team. You had to practically use both our hands as you gripped him, feeling his body almost flinch as he sucked in a breath by your touch and you almost seemed to be filled with a sense of power. Despite your situation here, the fact that he was hard because of you, the fact that his breathing and body reacted because of you, it almost made you want to return the smugness back at him. With a good grip on him, you used your hands to stroke him up and down while you leaned more forward to his tip. Taking one last breath, you ran your tongue across the tip and felt him shudder. Keeping your eyes glued to what you were doing, you bent and ran your tongue up his shaft before taking him into your mouth. You took as much as you knew you could handle and your hands cared for the rest and by how much that was, your mouth couldn’t even take half of him. That thought didn’t seem to bother you as it didn’t bother him as you took a quick peak and he was taking deep breaths, his head tilted back with his eyes closed. In that moment, he was the most beautiful being you had even seen.. it almost gave you the main motivation to get you to keep going as you began using your hands to stroke him while your head began to slowly bob up and down. It was hard to concentrate on the positives of why you were doing this in the first place when, to your demies, felt a pool formulate between your legs that almost made you pause. Were.. were you wet? ‘’this is obviously not your first time darling..’’ Loki breathed as he stroked your hair and you almost wanted to hate him. why couldn’t you? You used your tongue to run against him and your throat on the other side of his cock to be what gripped him. most girls you figured spent most of their time trying to be impressive by taking it all in rather than focus on the mere focus of making it feel good. Your knowledge seemed to work on Loki at least as you could hear him let out a breathy moan. Beginning to pick up the pace, you bobbed your head a bit faster while also doing your best to suck on him more. You could feel his leg muscles tighten and you figured he was doing his best not to buck. Hoping what you were doing was just enough, you kept at it before you jumped at the feeling of his fingers in our hair. Starting to pull back a little, his fingers tightened to stop you and took the initiative by pushing your head down more before pulling it back up repeatedly. Trying not to resist so he could understand he didn’t need to force you, it didn’t seem to come across him. hat, or he didn’t care anymore as he began bucking his hips up now to match your throat. With him guiding your head with his fingers in your hair and his hips snapping up, the face now began making your eyes water and your gag reflex to begin to trigger. You remembered a small trick to prevent your gag reflex which was to squeeze your thumb down but his harsh movement canceled that trick out. Panic began filling your chest as you tapped and pushed against his thighs to try to free himself but that just seemed to make him down faster as his heavy breathing and moans filled your ears. The thought of choking to breath flashed in your mind and before you could feel like you’d die if he kept going longer, you felt his cock twitch in your throat and his thrusts slowed. Your eyes widened as your body tensed, feeling hot liquid shooting and running down your throat. Releasing a small whimper, Loki kept your head down and stilled his movement. ‘’you will take all of me little one’’ he growled and didn’t release you until you swallowed every drop. Once you had, he finally released your hair and you fell back onto your rump, taking in generous amounts of air as your hand held your sore throat. ‘’f-fuck you..’’ you croaked, rubbing your neck as your eyes timidly glanced at him and he chuckled, standing up where his hands moved to properly undo his pants. ‘’well what did you think was going to happen next..’’

#loki #Thor and Loki #loki odinson #Loki Laufeyson #loki smut #loki x reader smut #loki x reader #loki god of mischief #loki fluff #loki imagine #loki is not a villain #lokifluff

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ghouljams · 5 months

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hi hey hello here are some more of my headcanaons I remembered while going to bed yesterday. enjoy :)

•the changeling and Riley can under absolutely no circumstances be left with no supervision together. Riley is a good behaved dog, but if you leave him alone with the little monster you will come back to utter chaos of dog food, flour, and chocolate chips covering every surface of the kitchen.

• Angel is a very sensitive and emotional person. not in the way that she's a whimp or a crybaby (because she's strong and mature emoti9nally and doesn't let stupid things get to her) but in the way that she feels her emotions very strongly and has strong reactions to them. she will tear up if the kid gives her a drawing of their little family holding hands (even if you can barely tell what's happening in the drawing) she will be utterly overwhelmed with love and joy whenever Keegan successfully (attempts) cooks something for her. she will tear up from l9ve when she finds the monster lying on Keegans chest on the couch, both of them asleep and snoring softly as Railey watches over them. her emotions are just very big, and sometimes it's overwhelming and the only way they can manifest 8s through subtle tears.

• it's already established that Witch needs to keep a tight grip on her emotions in order for them to not mess with her magic, but I think she really wants to be able to feel them freely and just feel that catharsis of just letting all your emtions out. especially once her and Angel slowly start becoming friends and she sees how Angel feels and expresses her own emotions. She wants very deeply to be able to do the same without it having horrendous and u predictible consequences. Price sees this, he's good at reading her and he knows she wants to be able to feel like normal people do. he's trying to figure out is there's anything he could do to help her, but has had little luck so far

• Angel has a bad dating history. the people she dated in the past were assholes and some even cheaters, a lot of them lead her on and made her feel shitty about herself. which is why it's so overwhelming for her to have Keegan love her uncodionally and treasure every piece of her. it's why she had it hard to believe that all Keegan wanted for the baby was her love and their little family, and that he wouldn't turn around at a moments notice and make her pay by taking something else. Keegan is furious when he finds out about how shitty her exes treated her and scretly plots to make them suffer for it (the little monster wants to help because no one has the right to hurt their mummy)

• Angel is well educated, she went to collage and got her degree and now she has a good paying job that causes her mountainous amounts of stress. I kind of imagine her as a corporate girly, maybe an accountant for some big firm or a secretary. she deserves more than a shitty firm that doesn't care about her existence, and Keegan is trying to convince her to find somewhere better, somewhere that will treat her like she deserves to be treated, but she's hesitant, it's a good job that pays a lot and her hours are pretty flexible because most of the work can be done remotely, she doesn't want to let that go for a job that might keep her in the office all the time and force her to spend less time with Keegan and the kid

• Witches house is a mess. it's an organised mess and she always knows where everything is, but the first time Price tried to make himself tea it took him a good 30 minutes to find a a cup and the tea itself, he's slowly learning where everything is though

• the changeling goes through phases of food they are obssesed with and will refuse to eat anything else. currently it's chicken. they could eat it for every meal of every single day. also, raw carrots because they're crunchy and amazing under their growing sharp teeth (I love this kid and Keegan as a dad so fucking much you don't even understand)

•Witch is an absolutely exquisite cook (Keegan couldn't even dream of being half as good lol) the love and care she gives every meal makes it akin to ambrosia. Price swears if he wasn't already in love with her, the food she cooks for him would be enough to make him fall in love all on its own. there's just something about the warmth in his stomach after an amazing meal cooked by her that makes him want to give her the world twice over. makes him want to take care of her and absolutely ruin her at the same time. he will spend the night making her feel heavenly every time she cooks him dinner, no exceptions (unless of course she's really not feeling it)

I feel like most of my ideas are for Angel and her little magic family, mostly because Witch and Price are already such fleshed out characters, and their relationship dynamic is very well established so it's hard for me to come up with stuff that feels in charcter for them while with Angel and Keegan there's a lot more creative liberty so to say

I absolutely love your takes on Angel and Witch. Genuinely I think you helped my image of Angel solidify into who she is now. Ghoul thoughts under cut to keep this post manageable in length.

I agree I think Angel is a corporate girly as well, someone that decided they didn't have time to wait around for Mr. Right to have a baby. Which also means yeah a lot of bad relationships... Keegan is wearing her down for finding a new job. It helps that he stays home with the kiddo and seems to have a uncanny ability to get whatever the family needs.

The little monster(Ainsley. Get it? Like Ainsel, like the fairytale... ah I'm not clever) definitely has a penchant for chomping on anything that gives a good snap. I think they have a huge appetite for vegetables and anything fresh because of Keegan's ties to spring. Meat is all well and good but the kid needs greens. Probably has eaten a few flowers...

Witch and Angel are so interesting together because I also think of Angel as very in touch with her emotions. Which is shocking for Witch who has a death grip on everything just to keep from exploding random shit. She's working on it. It's hard to find places where Witch can just let go without hurting herself, but Price is looking into it.

And yes Witch's house is a nightmare. It's organized chaos, you won't find anything if you don't already know where to look. Price almost poisons himself the first time he tries to make tea. It's a mess in there, but it doesn't have to be clean when Witch can just magic ingredients over to herself. Her filing system is only understood by her, and that's just fine. No one else needs to know it, but Price is putting in effort to learn.

#x oc #cod x oc #1fae1 #oc: witch #oc: angel #oc: ainsely

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 11 months

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Title board created by the wonderful @mochie85!

Lesson Thirteen

After learning more about your teacher's tragic past, two unexpected visitors add further stress to the already-tense rift between you and Loki, reminding you of the looming threat to your life if you can't clean up your act...

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

You went through several stages of heartbreak over the following three days.

Day one was depression. Loki had to peek through the crack in your door to make sure you hadn’t died in bed. You’d mustered up the strength to reheat some stew, but that was all you accomplished.

On the second day, you were angry. Not just upset, but absolutely seething. You didn’t see Loki at all that day, and it was for his own health, perhaps, that you didn’t. After all, how dare he lead you on? Brunnhilde admitted that she enjoyed watching you practice throwing under this mindset.

Now, on the third day after the funeral, you were numb. Your emotions had all blended together until none stood out as particularly worth examining. It was pouring that morning, but you were so desperate to get out of the apartment before Loki awoke, that you were up and out before 8am. In spite of the downpour, the air was rather warm, so you took tea with Ivar on the porch and listened to the rain fall.

There was something that fascinated you about Ivar, particular when you talked about your power together. Something about his calm, peaceful resolve both drew you to him and repulsed you, like someone with a morbid fascination for a dark topic most people would judge them for.

“I think what you have is beautiful,” he admitted. “Even after that terrible occurrence the other day.”

Shrugging, you took a sip of tea. “I don’t see a reason to even try to convince them in December. Maybe I’m better off running away. Maybe The Flock will take me if I cut off my hands and become a nun,” you sneered with bitter sarcasm, making Ivar frown.

“If the people monitoring you had thought for a moment beyond their protocols and missions, perhaps they’d understand…and so would you.”

“Understand?” You weren’t sure what he meant.

“Did it ever occur to you,” Ivar began to suggest, “that you find strength when you take life because it is the Universe thanking you for keeping balance?”

“No, never,” you immediately said. “Taking life isn’t how you keep balance. I should think a certain giant purple titan’s near-conquest taught all of us that.”

“Your tenure here is nearly half over and you somehow still resent your gift,” Ivar tsked. “A life was going to be lost on that roof. You told only death which soul to take. Even as an accident, your actions contribute to the ongoing turning of the cosmic wheel. Of course wielding such responsibility would come with perks.”

Something came to mind. “Ivar…one time something different happened.”

“Go on.”

“I think I did something by accident that was the opposite. I think I brought something back once. Something tiny, just a field mouse. But I touched its frozen corpse to get it off the path, and it woke up.”

Ivar raised a curious eyebrow. “How did you feel?”

“Sick. Dizzy. Weak,” you described. “Even for something so small, it left a big mark on my wellbeing for a while.”

He nodded. “Well, then, that only serves to confirm my theory. Just as death is the natural order, resurrection is spitting in its face. No creature can have the power to undo the only force of existence that is constant without repercussions.”

“But how can I do something without trying to?” you asked quickly, wishing just one detail would help the entire picture finally begin to make sense.

Ivar shook his head. “I don’t have magic, I could not tell you.”

You looked sadly off into the rainstorm. The grayer weather here was beginning to grow on you. Waking up to the smell of petrichor was practically the norm. If such an odor could be bottled, it would be New Asgard’s primary export, or perhaps secondary only to fish. Yet, there was a peace in the sound, an assurance that no matter what The Flock, or Loki, or S.H.I.E.L.D. did to you, the various cycles that created existence kept turning with or without them.

“Your mind is not on that right now, I think,” said Ivar with a wink. “How is Loki?”

You only sighed in response, causing Ivar to chuckle. “First lovers’ quarrel?”

“Love is for children,” you repeated. “He said so himself.”

“Ah,” Ivar nodded with light sarcasm. “Then I must be the most wrinkled, elderly child in the world.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Ivar raised his teacup to his lips, but spoke before drinking. “He pretends to be a leader, but sometimes he is more lost than you. You cannot always play to a god’s sensual side to get them to respond to you.”

“What was he like? Back on Asgard?” you asked.

Ivar rolled his eyes. “As boys, he and his brother were about as typical as boys are. Thor always led their games, but Loki was always the one to get them out of trouble again with his silver tongue. As youths, they drank and had their share of bed partners before going off to their military conscriptions. Even after returning home as fully grown gods, they enjoyed long days of adventures and glorious battles, and long nights of feasts and pleasurable company. When all of that fell apart--”

“--when Loki tried to take over New York, you mean?” you interrupted.

Ivar shook his head. “Loki’s soul was wandering long before even then, dear. His tragedy begins with his father, the late King Odin.”

“I see. What happened?”

As Ivar regaled you with the long story of Loki learning of his true identity, which led to his complete breakdown just as he had been granted temporary control of the throne. The madness, combined with the power had mixed with the hopeless feeling of being alone at a time where he was both at his lowest and highest.

It felt like it took Ivar hours to tell Loki’s truth to you. His own heartless father was prepared to have him executed, even after witnessing him throw himself from the rainbow bridge and into the void. Time and time again, Loki saw betrayal, heartbreak, failure, and abuse targeted at him.

“But the worst thing to ever happen to that boy,” Ivar said, “was the day Odin died.”

“You’d think that would be the best thing to happen from the sound of it,” you murmured. After all you;d heard about this Odin, it was a good thing he was already deceased, or you likely would’ve held little issue in doing the job yourself.

Ivar finished his cup and placed it on the table, thinking for a moment while tracing the rim with his index finger. “The last thing Odin did…after all of this, mind you…was to call Loki his son again.”

“But he denied Loki everything--”

“--exactly. At the last moment, Odin laid one final layer of guilt on Loki’s conscience before leaving him behind to face more monumental threats than he could have ever considered himself.”

“And you were there on the ship when he and Thor stopped Thanos, yes?” you asked.

Ivar nodded. “It was terrible. That monster killed half of us. Katja and I were hidden under a stairwell, holding two little girls with us whose parents hadn’t been able to slip out of his childrens’ hands.”

Katja appeared in the doorway with another silver tray of rolls. “The princes were magnificent. Thor is a champion even without his hammer! But it was Loki’s illusions and magic that saved the Universe itself.”

“What did he do?”

“He offered himself and the Tesseract to Thanos, only to reveal that he’d left the blasted blue cube in the Vault at Asgard to be destroyed. Before Thanos could slay him, Loki used mind trickery long enough for Thor to end him.” Katja set the tray on the table before making a quick ‘ax’-ing motion with her rigid hand.

You should have known that the full story behind Loki ran deeper than what you’d seen on MSNBC. It was funny how, despite the fact that Asgardians were heavier, sturdier, and longer-lived than humans, they were still vulnerable to the same emotional attacks from an unyielding, unforgiving world. And no one’s world was more unforgiving than Loki Laufeyson’s.

“Do you think this would be why he wouldn’t want to fall in love?” you asked.

Katja took a seat by Ivar and nodded with a sly look on her face. “Ah, that’s what this is about.”

You shrugged as nonchalantly as possible, but thankfully, a real interruption halted the awkward turn in the conversation. You noticed several Asgardians walking with urgency toward the pier. You could vaguely make out that a quinjet had landed near the shore.

“Who could that be?” asked Ivar.

You recognized the plane. “Oh no…”

Without another word, you shot up and ran back downstairs, where you found Loki just tying his hair back, looking rather sullen.

“Loki!” you barked, your voiced raised in more alarm than perhaps was necessary. He looked startled as you came bounding into the den; he dropped the piece of twine he was going to use in his hair.

“What is it?” he asked, concerned.

“I think S.H.I.E.L.D. is here.”

You hadn’t expected Thor and Steve Rogers to meet you in the square. Thor was being surrounded by the citizens, while Steve stood off to the side, looking mildly interested in Thor’s celebrity, but perhaps a bit preoccupied with another thought.

“We’ve received word about the festival, and everything that happened,” he said as soon as you’d arrived. Loki immediately insisted you take the conversation private and follow him back to your apartment, which was where you remained at suppertime, the entire day spent in heated argument and conversation about what to do next.

You quickly threw a chicken in the oven and made tea. While dinner baked, you joined in the discussion.

“Fury’s very concerned at how you seem to be getting stronger,” explained Rogers. “That wasn’t the directive.”

“As far as I knew, the only directive was ensuring that I wasn’t a threat,” you defended.

“You’ve killed two people since arriving here six months ago, Y/N, one of them from twenty feet away,” Steve recited.

Loki rolled his eyes. “Both of them in self-defense! Did your spies tell you about The Sheep trying to murder the villagers?”

“Loki,” said Thor with warning, “We know about all of it. Stay calm.”

He responded with a scoff as he paced between the sofa and the kitchen, though he didn’t make any further attempts to sound aggressive. His agitation was wiping off on you quickly, however. You sensed that Thor could be reasoned with, and why not? He had ties to New Asgard as much as Loki.

Steve, on the other hand, was clearly there as Bad Cop.

“The goal of this bargain was to help her reign in the powers she already has, not discover new ways to be destructive,” he snapped. “The fact that she can murder without touch is a very extreme, dangerous thing.”

You shook your head. “I have learned to control it though! I can touch anyone now! I just…I still don’t know what it was that set me into the Avatar State back there. All I know is that I wanted to protect Lo--”

You stopped short, looking over at the melancholic god now leaning against the wall, his arms folded over his chest. His posture only straightened slightly at the near-slip, but you thought you saw his lip twitch.

“--protect New Asgard,” you quickly corrected yourself when you. “They’ve been so gracious to me. I would do anything for them.”

Thor smiled a little and winked, setting you off your anxiety if only for a moment. Out of the corner of your eye, you swore Loki bit his lip at the sight of his wink.

“Be that as it may, neither of you seem to understand how dire this has become for you both,” Steve said, the impatience rising in his tone. “Which is why Thor will be staying with you until the end of the summer.”

“Excuse me?!” Loki called, pushing off from the wall and bounding back into the den. “I did not agree to this!”

“Perhaps the added protection against this group of cultists will deter them from attacking again, and forcing you to…act…again,” Thor reasoned, looking at you with concern. “The little old couple upstairs says I can stay in their spare bedroom.”

“It isn’t necessary!” Loki insisted, standing his ground.

Steve shot to his feet. Loki was taller, but Steve had years of experience making himself look bigger than he was, so in spite of the height difference, Steve did not look ready to submit. “I don’t think you fully understand anymore, Loki,” he admonished. “You do realize the death sentence is on you both if you fail to convince Fury. Her power is too lethal to ignore.”

“If you would just listen to her, she has already stated clearly that she can touch people now, so we’ve established--”

Steve grunted, taking you off-guard and nearly forcing you to spill your tea. “--what if Hydra or some terrorist group kidnaps her and forces it out of her one day for their own purposes? What if they figure out how to harness what she has to create a weapon? Even Wanda didn’t have the potential for such destruction lying underneath her skin,” he said, looking Loki in the eye with dominance.

“Why do you assume I’m going to be bad?” you asked quietly, stopping Steve from continuing his tirade. Instead, he turned his head, and his look immediately softened. He didn’t seem to have an answer for you.

“Thor can keep his lightning. You can keep your strength. Wanda can keep her energy. Why single me out just because it’s something you don’t understand? Something that scares you? I never intended to use it to begin with, you know! I did go almost thirty years of my life with the worst victim on my ledger being a street cat!” you gritted your teeth, making defensive eye contact with both men.

Steve and Loki both dropped their soldiers, Loki’s face in particular melting with sympathy. It was Thor, however, who went to stand beside you, putting a heavy-but-reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“If any of us could speak for Fury, I’m sure we would share everything we know with you,” he said gently. “And while you can’t expect Steve to understand, you know of someone else who knows what it’s like to be unjustly treated.”

You and Loki looked at one another again, the sadness building in your chest, making it feel heavy with pain, heavy with need.

“Look,” Steve said, finally backing down, “I do know what it’s like, Thor. Maybe not personally, but through my best friend. S.H.I.E.L.D. has always been tough, you know that! And it’s only gotten tighter since the Hydra breach. My hands are tied.” He looked at you, seemingly apologetic. “And I’m afraid I can’t lie to him when he asks for me to confirm your...um...body count.”

Loki frowned and tried advancing on Steve again. “For Norn’s sake, Rogers, could you, for once in your perky little USO show of a life, do the right thing and not the legal thing?”

Steve bared his teeth in anger and stood tall again. “You have no idea how many times I’ve defied the law for justice,” he asserted. “Question my honor again, and I’ll tell Fury that you aren’t fit to live.”

“Is that the justice to which you were referring? Or a threat to break our contract in order to tell the world what a big boy you are?” Loki questioned, cocking his head mockingly to the side.

“Please, stop it,” you moaned. “I’m getting a headache!”

“Are you in pain?” Loki asked, reflexively, causing both Thor and Steve to look at him with an odd, questioning gaze.

“Ugh, please,” you groaned. “My neck is the one on the line. I’m making the call. Thor can stay. If nothing else, he can help teach me fighting alongside Brunnhilde.”

You smiled and nodded beside you, and Thor looked pleased, if not still a little confused.

“You’re teaching her physical combat as well?” Steve asked, disbelieving. “You are headed down the perfectly wrong path, Laufeyson,” he warned. “However, if you’re agreeing to letting Thor stay through September, I suppose…”

He paused, giving you another sympathetic look. “...I suppose I can tell Fury it was an exaggeration, and that no one knew what was going on in the chaos. Whether or not he believes me is, however, out of my control.”

“Thank you,” you immediately said.

“I vow to keep them both in line,” Thor said stiffly, barely convincing Steve.

“See that you do,” he ordered.

You reluctantly, but politely offered to put Steve up for the night. Fortunately, he declined, preferring to get back to New York before too long. You chose to accompany him to the quinjet, while Thor stayed behind and got set up in Ivar and Katja’s spare room.

“I hope you don’t see me as the villain,” Steve mentioned, “and I know how harsh I can sound when I’m on official business.”

“I guess I don’t,” you mumbled half-assed. “As you said, you’re under their thumb too.”

“Maybe you’re right,” he added, “that this is all unfair.”

“Oh, I know it is,” you snapped cheekily, actually causing the Captain to chuckle in spite of himself.

“It’s the only way you can deal with these people,” he explained. “If they throw a target on your back, it’s tattooed there for life unless you can be very careful.”

“I got that impression pretty quickly,” you quipped.

“They will look for any mistake, any slip up, from here on out. It will be like living under a microscope all the time,” he warned as you approached the plane. Steve quickly unlocked the quinjet and went to power it up, but stopped halfway up the ladder, turning back to address you once more.

“Y/N,” he began. “I hope you know that I’m on your side.”

“I do.”

“And Y/N?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, Steve?”

“Don’t let Loki manipulate you. He’s not worth it,” he assured you. “Trust Thor instead.”

You frowned and shrugged. He took this as a sign to leave you be, at least until it was your turn to call after him. “Hey, Steve?” you asked.

“Yeah?”

“Who’s the spy? I have a right to know,” you insisted. “You basically blew their cover already anyway. I’ll suspect everyone until I can weed them out.”

Steve sighed. “There’s four, but I’ll tell you one if you promise not to inform anyone else.”

“I swear.”

He paused again, almost second guessing his decision to oblige you.

“The librarian,” he said quickly, before hopping inside the plane, beginning to power up the engines.

You scolded yourself thoroughly for your ignorance as you watched Steve take off into the evening sky. The blasted librarian pulled one over on you! That mousy little--

--well, you thought, smiling as you began wandering back through the village. Wait until Loki hears this one!

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ace-of-gay · 2 years

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Hi again, could you do a tony x little!reader one where reader slips to a year old or newborn headspace and isn’t really verbal. So tony has to do the best he can to take care of her.

Thanks

So tiny, so small

Tony stark x little reader

1,230 words

Edited to the best of my ability

I loved this prompt even though im not too happy with how this turned out my friend said it seems perfectly fine, im just overthinking it.

Warnings: age regression, regression age is about 1 year olds mindset, little names like bumblebee, little star, baby, cg name daddy

Pronouns: she/they

No weight mentioned (all little can be picked up, especially by avengers😤 you can fight me on this (joking on the fighting thing))

No skin color or hair type mentioned

You are responsible for your own media consumption especially when theres warnings, dont like it? Dont read it

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You had been beyond busy, and with busy comes stress, with stress comes self rejection of important things that exist in your schedule put there to help you including coping mechanisms *cough* age regression *cough*, tony did similar to himself but has always been so in tune with you and your headspace, it came second nature to him.

All of that being said he knew for you going three weeks without letting yourself slip was not good, infact it meant one of two things, one being if you dropped it’d be because of painful emotions pulling you apart piece by piece, or two, you’re going to drop extra little and you’re gonna need extra help that day.

He didn't see any problem in either of those because its natural, whatever happens, happens he loves taking care of you when you’re regressed, so much so that it calms him down almost immediately when you bring him a stuffy, he finds you cuddling under your blankie, coloring or when you are absolutely enamored with a movie while soothing on a paci plus so many other things you do.

Out of worry for the day you drop he had everything prepared and set up in a preparation bucket, with that being said when he had gotten up for the day and checked on you before meeting Bruce in the lab you lay there deep asleep, undisturbed cooing and trilling in your sleep he knew what was to come.

You had woken up with a bit of cold to your side you were confused, trying your best you basically shriek out a coo, little did you know Friday had gone through with a protocol you had no idea existed.

"Sir, operation bumble-baybee is active" hearing that chime brought him out of his head "thank you Friday he responds with a giant smile upon his face, Bruce smiling as well, he knew exactly what everything meant, "ill stop by later to visit y’all and see the tiny, you have a good day"

"You too, ill see ya" tony walks out of the lab and heads up to your shared room.

He walks in to see you in a happy little trance of the pretty colors and pretty music, shapes spinning, shifting, changing growing all with music that is infections, leaking into the mind and soothing itself a home in your sweet little head.

"Well good morning little star you’re just having a blast now aren’t you?" He sets his stuff down coming over to your side of the bed where you managed to roll over and turn around, onto your tummy while staying wrapped up in your blankie, you coo and babble in response trying to scoot closer.

He reaches out to take your hands in his, kissing both, before noticing the small fading tracks on your cheeks from scratching, in response to finding them he kisses them as well to make sure they didn't bother you no more and his love was going to make everything perfect.

Helping you up and out of bed holding your hands he heads you to the bathroom so he can get you all dressed and ready for whatever adventure you embark on today even if its just inside the tower, taking the preparation bucket and getting what he currently needs he helps get you changed into a onesie and a pair of cozy fluffy pants to keep you warm and keep a bit of padding under your knees when crawling or sitting.

And than with everything else he adds socks and matching mits to keep you from scratching.

"We hungry bumblebee?" He quizzes, you go to respond but you get interrupted by your tummy talking for you, the growl rumbling telling him you are infact definitely hungry.

Knowing you wouldn't really want a lot of solid food but instead mostly milk or juice.

Picking you up he takes you to the front room putting toys on the floor for you and going into the small kitchen that looks directly into the front room.

He warms up a bottle of milk in a warm bowl of water letting it warm up for fifteen minutes, plenty of time to make a quick and small breakfast he can share with you if you want.

Just a few minutes he walks back into the room to find you squeal at the blocks toppling onto the floor.

"Hey bumblebee, look what daddy’s got" he shakes the bright green bottle a little catching your attention causing you to abandon your blocks and crawl to him with urgency in your little movements, seating yourself perched on your knees in front of him, wrapping your mitten clad hand around the bottle and suckling away with an urgency of hunger only a warm yummy bottle of your favorite type of milk could fix.

He pulls the bottle away for a moment making you breathe so you don’t upset your tummy or choke, "you wanna try a bite of my breakfast? " he asks before giving you the rest of your bottle.

Babbling in response and opening your mouth for food, he gives you a small bite of his breakfast watching you chew and swallow once again making sure you don’t choke at all. "You want another bite bumblebee?" A happy wiggle and opening your mouth for him to feed you another bite than reaching for your bottle taking it in both mitted hands going back to work on your bottle so focused you don’t even realize that there’s no more milk and that you’re just suckling on air.

Pouting when he pulls it away and put it to the side, "its all gone, there’s no more bumble" he chuckles, "aah" you hit your hands against his knee, "no there’s no more, c’mere baby were all done for now" he helps you up into his lap, patting your back, you curl into his chest feeling his chest rise and fall soothing you calm, this is exactly what you needed but its what he needed as well.

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Forty five min and plenty of cuddles later you start to get antsy, twisting and scooting, he lets you down, taking the plate and bottle to the kitchen, "in that time the penthouse front room was filled with babbling and squealing and the occasional gurgle that sounded like dada.

He comes back in to find you sitting near the elevator patting the doors, "oh sneaky girl, sweet baby what're you doing?" Pouting and patting the doors again babbling about what? He not sure.

"You wanna go somewhere?", "Aaah" you shout hitting the door one more time.

"Ooooh do we want to visit everyone?" Bouncing on your knees and giving grabby hands squealing telling him yes.

"Alright bumblebee, c’mere lets go see the others"

He picks you up, deciding on giving you a piggyback ride instead of how he normally does, with piggyback rides being your favorite because you can see everything he sees and point to things easier.

Once down on the communal floor finding some of the other littles in the tower he lets you down to play with then, watch shows and visit the others around.

Having the absolute time of your day crawling around trilling, cooing, babbling giggling and tons of little talk all that stress of three weeks is finally released and just letting your mind free

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I also want to thank @my-river-lilly for helping me as well as an unmentioned friend who doesn't have tumblr

I hope this fulfills your request im sorry if its not up to your request

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amywhereyouwant · 10 months

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Some TOH HCs I wanted to share

There are a LOT of them, so They're under the read more for your scrolling convenience

Luz

-Uses She/They pronouns

-Would watch the entirety of Sword Art Online just to be able to shit on it properly

-Eats way too much Shredded Cheese even though she’s Lactose Intolerant

-Has made a Your mom joke to Willow only to remember she doesn’t have one

-Mains King in Tekken and made a custom attire trying to make it look like the other King

-Screenpeeks religiously in Split Screen Multiplayer

-Predicted Hecazura 2 books into the series, still won’t shut up about it

-Relatively known Digital Artist, her blog probably took off when she started making art of the Demon Realm

-Hates baking

-Helps Amity bake out of the kindness of her heart(Also seeing Amity enjoying herself is really nice)

-Had a cold once, hasn’t had a Human Realm illness since

-Has SH scars from her depressed period back in the human realm(S3E1), still ashamed over them

-Quotes Memes constantly, only Hunter understands what she’s talking about

-Cracked a rib tripping on a rug on her way to bed

Amity

-Absolutely hates Bugs, like, genuinely despises them

-Does not know how computers work, but still tries to use Luz’s laptop to look up date ideas

-Can and will dress as the most stereotypical Witch ever

-Adopted(All 3 Blight Kids are in my HC)

-Likes to bake

-Does not know how to bake

-Gets sick constantly

-Works out a lot so she can help out with rebuilding the Isles(and also a little bit for Luz)

-Used to apologise a lot for minor things(Pre-timeskip)

-REALLY Bummed she didn’t get to see Titan Luz

-Watched the barbie movie the same day Gus watched Oppenheimer

Gus

-Goes nonverbal when stressed out, uses Illusions and his palisman to communicate

-Cried for hours when he finished the last Cosmic Frontier book, even though it was a happy ending

-Likes the idea of Professional Wrestling, but wishes the fights were to the death

-Quotes Cosmic Frontier as a Vocal Stim

-Dramatically perishes in Matt’s arms on the regular

-Headcanons O'Bayley to look exactly like Hunter just for the memes

-Thinks Human 2D Animation is the most beautiful thing to have ever been created

-Watched Across the Spider-Verse and Begged for Luz to draw a Spider-Suit for him, she did one for everyone

-Got really jealous when everyone else got flapjack tattoos, then he realised he could just make one of his own with an Illusion

-Got insanely mad when he learned about Human Discrimination(“How can you hate someone for something they can’t change? That’s ridiculous!”)

-Watched Oppenheimer the same day Amity and Hunter watched the Barbie Movie

Hunter

-LOVES Dino Nuggies

-Didn’t know Dinosaurs were real for a while until Luz showed them to him, Velociraptors are his favourite because “They’re like Wolves but Lizards!” (They’re not)

-Has a tumblr account where he posts about Wolves, Luz is his only follower

-Definitely has a Fursona

-Kicks Luz’s ass at most video games, except for Halo 2 specifically(I wonder why)

-”Will you go out with me?” “Hunter we’ve been dating for a year” “Oh.”

-Thinks Huggbees’ How it’s actually made videos are 100% Legit and honest

-Made Willow a Flower Shirt to match his Wolf Shirt

-Wears Willow’s Flower Shirt he made

-Imagine Dragons is his favourite band

-Has Epilepsy

-Steals Willow’s dresses sometimes

-Found Nicole Coenen on YouTube, showed her to luz “She looks kinda like Amity!”(Nobody else sees the resemblance)

-Probably plays a LOT of Roblox

-Watched the Barbie Movie with Amity(Luz forced him to)

-Has seen every single vine there is(Thank the Titan for Vine Compilations on YouTube)

-Any kind of facial hair he grows is really patchy so he just goes clean shaven for convenience

-Snuck food during TtT even though he was 100% allowed to eat normally

-Bananas do exist in the Demon Realm, Hunter has just never learned that they do

-Gets visits from the Spirits of the other Golden Guards in his dreams

Willow

-Tackled someone to the ground when they only slightly bumped into Hunter(We stan a protective queen)

-Feeds her palisman doggie treats, nobody knows why

-Filled Camila’s entire back garden with way too many plants during TtT, they’re still there despite not being watered for a while

-Made a Garland made of both Demon and Human Realm plants for Hunter on their anniversary

-Has no real idol/role model

-Happily Listens to everyone else ramble about their interests

-Wears Hunter’s Wolf Shirt

-Calls Hunter “Hun” as a short for his name, started doing it even more after she figured out what it actually meant

-Pranks people she doesn’t like by putting giant Grape Vines around their house

-Held a presentation about plant care for the Gravesfield Gardener Society

-Thinks most Human Sports are boring(Except for Hockey and Roller Derby)

Vee

-Pulls off some crazy ass cosplays

-Knows how to drive Camila’s car perfectly, still has no idea how it actually works though

-Laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe first time she heard Metal Pipe Fall Sound Effect

-Considers Luz to be her Sister, Camila burst into tears and hugged her when she called Luz “Big Sis” in front of her for the first time

-Plays Minecraft on Camila’s home PC, has spent tons of time on Hypixel and built a little shrine for the other basilisks on a private world

-Takes after Luz in a lot of ways

-Is way better at Spanish than Luz, flexes about it constantly(Nobody really cares)

-Had no idea how to tell Masha she was a Basilisk when they confessed to her(Masha knew long before she told them)

-Is really cuddly in Basilisk form, not so much when shapeshifted(“I don’t really feel like it’s myself”)

-Her first kiss with Masha was really awkward, she apologised like 45 times and cried because it wasn’t good

-Steven Universe is a canon IP in the universe, so she got really confused when Amethyst sounded EXACTLY like her

I have no idea why I made this

#the owl house #toh headcanon #the owl house headcanon #toh community #toh #amity blight #hunter noceda #vee noceda #willow park #gus porter #luz noceda

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angelwheat · 1 year

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2.0 "Tank" Dempsey X Reader

~The apocalypse is taking a toll on each of them. Thank goodness they can rely on one another...~

(2388 words)

Written Aug '22. during a time when i was feeling a little lost inside my own mind, i expressed my own feelings to shape the plot in this story, and it might be one of the most angst-y piecess i've ever written. (not entirely proof-read. there may be some errors)

Location: Der Eisendrache

Staring up at the cracked ceiling, the girl lied wide awake on a makeshift comforter. Huddled under all the blankets she could salvage, from rooms that are nothing but wreckage of living quarters, nothing shielded her from the chill that haunted the castle. She fidgeted on the weathered mattress, trying desperately to lie comfortably in order to rest. She shivered, and soon huffed as she tossed the blankets aside, sitting up to rub her tired eyes.

Amongst the clutter the crew had shoved aside, Takeo and Richtofen lied sound asleep in the cramped room with her, each lying on a beaten-down bed, snoring softly as they seemed unaffected by the harsh winter winds. However, worry struck the girl once she noticed that the third bed was empty, its blankets messily draped over the edge.

She looked to the window as her heart began to race, the moonlight illuminating the delicate snowflakes whisking about in a flurry. Thunderous clouds threatened to invade the land, brewing a treacherous storm surely to smother the castle grounds in knee-deep snow. She began to stress that her friend was traipsing about the facility alone, and so she rose to her feet. After collecting her weapons, she hugged her coat to her body and tiptoed out of the room.

Despite knowing that Nikolai had willingly taken on the role of watch-duty for the night, the girl couldn’t help the way she felt concerned about Dempsey.

Just hours before the crew settled for the night, her American ally had undergone the next crucial step to Richtofen’s scheme; eliminating his older self. Dempsey showed nothing but a bitter and abrasive attitude to his team mates upon arriving at the castle days ago. He was angry, loud, and reckless more than usual. Richtofen surely faced the brunt of Dempsey’s insults, and the way he was shoving any mentions of his plan to save the world back in his face, but the German knew better than to retaliate with the same nature and infuriate the American any more.

The moment Dempsey cut off the power to the capsule containing his former self was a concerning moment for all. Dempsey felt the stare from each person standing around him, but he pretended that they didn’t exist as he turned to make an exit before a word was spoken to him. All heads turned in unison as he walked out of site, though one gaze followed him with intense worry. She debated following him, but figured that he could use some time alone to collect himself.

His voice was unheard of ever since. The only time Dempsey rejoined the group was some time before nightfall. Usually he protests about who takes night-watch, or perhaps where they all settle for the night, instead he simply agreed without making a fuss of the plans his allies came up with. Each man had looked to the girl worriedly when Dempsey was left to his own device. She glanced to the men before her, simply shaking her head as she gazed to the floor with a sad sigh.

Her steps were feather-light, all the while vigilant as ever with every corner she rounded, always prepared to unleash her weapon on any undead that wandered astray. She dared not to call out to Dempsey, in fear that she would alert Nikolai. He would respond to her calls and given his compassionate ways, he would only lead her back to bed, urging her to catch up on getting all the rest she could. But despite her best efforts to remain on guard, her heart ached for the dear American she had grown so attached to.

She was enamoured, utterly charmed by his naturally flirty demeanour, and his bold, cocksure sense of self. Not to mention, that wickedly attractive smirk of his, that never fails to make her heart skip a beat whenever it’s flashed her way. Though, it wasn’t solely his outgoing personality that she found alluring, but his protectiveness and strong will to fight for those around him stood out significantly to her, or specifically, the way Dempsey would keep a watchful eye on her.

Shaking off her distracting thoughts, the girl entered the central communications room from one of the second level balconies that overlooked the room. She stepped to the edge of the balcony, peering beyond the railing for the man she was in search of.

Startling her, a gruff accented voice sounded directly beneath the spot in which she stood. She couldn’t mistake the voice of Nikolai, his Russian accent was far too distinctive. She pressed her hands against the wooden railing, leaning cautiously against the structure while she listened intently to the man. The girl squinted as his voice was almost inaudible as he spoke in a hushed tone.

“Perhaps some rest will do you good. I know how your thoughts can be overbearing sometimes...” He trailed off his words sympathetically.

She waited, hoping she would hear a response from the person Nikolai had spoken to, only to be surprised to see the Russian walking into her view. Hurriedly, she took light steps back, nearing the doorway she entered through, pleading she would not be seen. While she hid herself in the shadows, the girl could partially see Nikolai through the wooden banister, noticing his gaze remained fixed on something on the level below her.

“Now go.” He demanded, a grin soon spreading across his face. “I do not want to fetch (Y/n) so that she can drag you back to bed.” He laughed light-heartedly.

The girl rolled her eyes as a smile tugged at her lips. She witnessed the Russian exit the room as he began descending the stairs to the ancient temple beneath the castle, an assault rifle under his grip, evidently returning to his guarding duties. She returned to her position at the edge of the railing once she was certain that Nikolai had disappeared.

Just then, a heavy sigh came from below her. She gazed downwards and caught sight of the Marine stepping away from the wooden beam he propped himself against. She observed him as he completely came into view, seeing just how exhausted he was. His shoulders slumped as he barely held himself upright, his movements sluggish as he almost moved in slow motion. His expression blank as he was merely an empty, hollow shell of himself. The sight broke her heart.

The urge to call his name was on the tip of her tongue, but apprehensiveness held her back. The girl was uncertain of how Dempsey would react if she made her presence known, though he seemed much too tired to react in the slightest. Before she had the chance to act, Dempsey turned to observe his surroundings, his eyes immediately falling upon the girl as she leaned against the railing.

A soft smile appeared on her face, tilting her head subtly as she waved sweetly to him. Dempsey returned a lazy smile before he began making his way up to the balcony level. He reached the top only to be greeted by her doe-eyes meeting his own. But, he could read her expression like an open book. The way her brows raised and her eyes pleaded for reassurance that he was alright.

“Hey, Dempsey.” She breathed. “You feeling okay?”

Dempsey stood beside her, nodding in response before mimicking her actions as he propped himself against the banister, hunching to lean on his elbows.

“That’s not very reassuring.” She told, cocking a brow.

Dempsey breathed a light chuckle. “Quit your worrying. I’m okay.”

She watched the palms of his hands flick upwards, imitating a lazy surrender as he spoke before letting his hands flop, but she couldn’t let go of the pent up stress. The girl inched closer to him, their shoulders practically touching, causing Dempsey to tense up at the sudden movement. He soon relaxed once he heard her calm voice again.

“You’ve been different since we got here.” She said, gesturing to their surroundings.. “Especially after that moment earlier.”

She hoped Dempsey understood her emphasis, and she figured that he did when she noticed him squint as he recalled the memory.

“That’s over with now...” He mumbled under his breath.

Feeling puzzled, she asked, “Then what has you in such an... odd mood? Why have you been so distant?”

Silence enveloped the room. Sounds of the blistering winds crawling through cracks in the walls emitting eerie whistles, only intensifying how awkward the girl felt for a minute.

From the corner of her eye she watched the Marine, noticing how dark rings framed his dreary eyes. He was barely holding himself upright at this point, instead relying on the wooden railing to keep himself standing as he was battling fatigue. Dempsey breathed a shaky sigh as he put his head in his hand.

Just as the girl opened her mouth to speak, Dempsey’s hushed voice cut her off.

“You wanna know something?” He said in a monotone.

His question piqued her interest instantly. “Sure. Tell me.”

There was a long pause, but the girl remained patient as she figured Dempsey was only trying to put his words together in his head.

“I’ve never had things put into perspective like this before.” He said bluntly.

“Well,” She shrugged, uncertain of her next string of words. “I suppose we can all say the same thing....”

“No I mean, it’s like a ‘holy shit, this is real’ kind of thing.” Dempsey faintly chuckled at his own phrasing. “Made me realise exactly who, and what I’m fighting for...”

She was taken aback by how sudden, and blunt his words were, much like the realisation that Dempsey felt had now struck her too. He continued to ramble his thoughts, but she wasn’t entirely tuned in. Only a few words registered, and the fact that he mentioned her plenty times, but nothing could overpower the numerous thoughts spinning round in her head. With each word she took in, she felt the very same raw emotion of the daunting realisation Dempsey had felt earlier, and it was definitely the most gut-wrenching feeling she had ever felt.

For a brief second, she believed time had stopped. But the second Dempsey huffed and went silent, did she fully return her attention to him. He moved to stand up straight, pressing his palms to the railing. She copied his actions, the minute distance between them still remaining.

Dempsey drew in a deep breath. “Sorry...”

She turned to face him swiftly, and he followed shortly after.

“Don’t be.” She reassured.

Neither of them had locked eyes until now. The girl observed his expression, much like he did hers. Aside from the meek, barely-there smile on his face, she could clearly read apprehensiveness in his tense stance.

Suddenly she opened her arms to him, a heartfelt smile painting her face. But Dempsey seemed frozen in place, only his eyes shifting as he looked her over.

She rolled her eyes as she half-smiled. “It’s alright. Nobody has to know that the big, strong Tank Dempsey needed a hug.”

That signature cocky smirk of his made an appearance, making her heart flutter. Gladly, Dempsey reciprocated and moved in towards her, the girl instantly took the opportunity to wrap her arms around him.

She nestled into him, resting her head on his shoulder as she savoured the warmth he provided. All the while Dempsey held onto her lovingly, his hands settling on the small of her back, his touch almost ghostly as he treated her like she was the finest delicacy he had ever held. But after a short while she pulled back, resting her hands on his shoulders.

“But in all seriousness, you have no idea how worried I was about you.” She told sincerely. “I know it’s not like you to be distant...”

Sending shivers down her spine, she felt his gentle caress as he rubbed her back soothingly.

“Hey, listen,” Dempsey began, his dreary voice no louder than a mutter. “I’m okay. I appreciate you coming to find me.”

She nodded meekly, acknowledging him. “Well then, could you at least smile for me? Give me some kind of serenity here.”

The most genuine smile appeared on his face in an instant, and she couldn’t refrain from kissing his cheek sweetly, returning the sincerest of smiles. Though taking her aback, Dempsey pressed his lips to hers before she could think.

She pulled back with a gasp to lock eyes with him, staring at him with a surprised look on her face. “So that’s what you needed, huh?”

Dempsey shrugged sheepishly as she eyed him smugly.

“It’s alright. So long as it made you feel somewhat better. I really don’t mind.” She pat his shoulder with a little giggle.

He seemed to cling to her still, finding great comfort in her presence.

“But don’t go all soft on me now. We’ve still got a fight to win, and I still need you to look out for me.” Her smile overpowered how serious she truly was.

Dempsey pulled her close for another quick embrace. “Of course. That’s what I do, isn’t it?”

Dempsey couldn’t see her soft smile once she heard his words, as she sleepily rested her head on his shoulder once again. They savoured the rare moment of serenity, both wishing they could stay in each other’s arms for a long while.

“I’ve got your back. I hope you know that.”

Her voice was merely a murmur, but the way Dempsey gave her a gentle squeeze told her that he was nothing but reassured.

“I know...”

#tank dempsey #tank dempsey x reader #cod zombies #codz #call of duty zombies #one shot #edward richtofen #nikolai belinski #takeo masaki

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imdoingsortagay · 1 year

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Can you please write Agatha x female reader who has been having terrible migraines and nothing works except for sleep and Agatha using her magic to sooth reader's brain?

Migraines and Magic

Warnings: Mentions of her coven ( brief), Lil gay activity, cute pet names, use of magic, work, fluff

a/n: god I love Agatha

word count: 1.1k words

Reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated! happy reading besties!

From the moment that you met Agatha that one day in Westview, something about her magic always drew you to the older woman. Some would assume that the brunette had used her magic to somehow seduce you into being in a committed relationship with her but it always shocks people to hear the story about how the relationship blossomed into something so beautiful.

Everyone in the neighborhood was used to Agatha practicing her magic in her house, with the garage open for the fun of it. Some people would stop by for a couple of seconds before moving into whatever plans they had but she was shocked to see you just watching in awe. It was something that you’ve never seen, which is a bit weird to say living in a world where aliens exist.

“ I don’t bite darling,” you hear the woman from the garage yell,” how about you come over so I can show you some of my skills?”

While Agatha just stares at you, she notices that you’re deciding whether to come into the garage or not. It’s not like she’s gonna do anything to you. If you yell loud enough there’s got to be someone in the houses next door to hear you.

“ Promise not to use your magic to harm me ? “ you ask which makes the woman chuckle.

“ Only if you don’t annoy me”, she jokes.

And as they say, the rest was history.

At that moment, Agatha had taken a liking to you, there was something about you that made her so interested to be near you. Though the brunette wanted to go the quick route and schmooze you, she decided to take it slow with you and it was the best choice that she made.

3 years later, both of you were living in the same house that you met, happily married to each other, with a son ( who’s Agatha’s pet bunny cause yes ). It was heaven for the both of you but there was one thing that was always not fun to deal with.

Your migraines.

About 6 months after the both of you met, the older woman offered up her home office as a space for you to do your meeting while your roommate had family over. After a grueling meeting with some stubborn coworkers who didn’t want to listen and your body betrayed you when you feel a migraine coming. Lucky for you for always planning, this was something you knew how to deal with but Agatha always felt a little bad for you. She wanted to help her loved one out but being a stubborn person, she was always assured by you that it was fine.

It was around the holidays which meant that you would be stressed trying to make all of your deadlines while all your girlfriend could do was offer up any sort of help to be a stress relief. Time and time again, you told you that it was fine so Agatha chose to clean a bit for the time being til you were done.

A couple of hours go by, the house is all clean and Agatha could hear whining from your shared bedroom. She was unsure what was going on with you, one side of her wanted to leave you be but it was best to check up on you in case anything happen.

“ How’s my little superstar doing ? “ she gently asks as she opens the door to see a heartbreaking scene.

You had all been under the bedroom sheets, and pillows as well around you. Curtains closed so as to not let any of the light in as you were experiencing a bad migraine and while sleep usually helps with it, this time around it just didn’t seem to work for you. All you wanted was the dumb migraine to go away and it made you cry which almost made your girlfriend cry as well at the scene before her.

Using all of her experience of hiding, the older woman quietly makes her way to the bed, careful to not make any noise to alert you. Once she makes it under the sheets, Agatha scoops you up into her arms to comfort you and you jump in surprise not noticing that she made her way into the room.

“ How’s my little love bug doing? “ she whispers and she gets a whine back in response.

“ y/n, can you be a good girl for me and use your words? I wanna be able to help my darling out,” she pleads quietly to you and you slowly get up from her chest even though you don’t want to.

“ It’s my head, fucking migraine,” you whisper back to her and immediately go back to laying your head on her chest to see if that helps you out for a bit. A temporary solution at this moment is so much better than nothing.

“ oh my sweet y/n,” Agatha starts,” Is there anything i can do to help you? Whatever you need me to do and I’m happy to do it?”

“ Can you use your magic to sooth me?” you sleepily tell her while Agatha is stunned to hear that her girlfriend wants her magic to help in the moment. Sure she had used her magic to do the chores in the house, sometimes even cook if you were in a clingy mood and whatnot but you never had asked the witch to use it on you. There was something in her mind that feared accidentally harming you if the spell went wrong and she would never forgive herself if anything happened to you. Not after the harm, she caused to her coven all those years ago and the harm she caused to her Coven mother.

“ Honey are you sure ? i don’t want to - “

“ Aggie please, “ you mumble as you shove your face into her chest,” I know about your past and i trust you with all my being not to hurt me, please help me, baby’.

At that moment, Agatha gets her spell book from the nightstand on her bed in her hand quickly, skimming through the pages of spells she learned over the year to see which would be the best one to use in that moment. Didn’t take long before she found one to soothe you. The book is quickly put back in its designated spot in the nightstand and she gets a bit comfier to be able to use her magic on you.

“ This isn’t going to hurt you, my love, just please remember to tell me if it does,” she warns before enacting the spell. The moment that her fingers hit your forehead, you feel relief from the terrible migraine, cuddling harder into your lovely partner for helping you out.

“ Love you aggie,” you mumble before drifting to sleep in your arms while the older woman continues her spell on you, tearing up a bit to see that after all these years, her magic didn’t hurt someone that she loved.

“ I love you too my sweet superstar”.

#agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness fluff #wandavision #lizs writing #liz requests #mcu imagine #wandavision imagine #marvel insert fics #marvel fanfiction #kathryn hahn x reader #kathryn hahn imagine

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blxxeu · 10 months

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happy

i want to be four again. to play with my toys on the kitchen floor while my mom is making apple pie next to me, to scream at the top of my lungs when i'm running down the hill next to my house, to cry of happiness at the news of my mother being pregnant with my little sister, to hold my tears in whilst trying to look tough after falling and getting scars on my knees, to wake up in the darkness of my room from my baby sister crying, to feel unconditional love for my first “forever” best friend when i hugged her for the first time under the christmas tree, to wake up confused in my bed the morning after i fell asleep on the sofa.

i want to be seven again. to smile big at my first attempt to ride a bike and making it, to not be able to contain my excitement for learning how to read, write and do math at school, to cry when i have to leave my friend’s house after playing together the whole afternoon, to eat cold sandwiches on breaks, to witness my sister taking her first steps, to watch disney shows when i come back home from school, to climb the tree in our house’s garden withouth falling for the first time, to eat the biggest ice cream cone in existence that my grandad gifted me on my birthday, to be devastated for having to start wearing glasses for the rest of my life.

i want to be eleven again. to relive my first music theory class, to try on my mom’s high heels and fall to my knees, to be scared of soon going to middle school, to get my first ever computer with an internet conection in the house, to start dressing the way i like even if no one else likes it, to start playing instruments and singing in choirs, to announce to my mom that i will become a fashion designer when i grow up and proceed to fill up millions of notebooks with my designs, to play “chefs” with my sister while we are feeding each other dirt mixed with water from the ground, to read books for the first time and realise how much i love them.

i want to be fifteen again. to find my very first friend group in high school, to go to my first out of country trip, to win choir competions, to study hard because academic validation is my coping mechanism, to hang out with my friends at the local playground on summer afternoons, to listen to music in my room while singing at the top of my lungs, to find my first part time job, to fall in love with my first ever serious crush, to hang posters of my favourite bands on my bedroom’s walls, to start getting into fights with my sister because she is too young to hang out with me now, to look at the falling stars from my balcony at night, to play video games with my friend who visits every summer.

i want to be eighteen again. to cry for days non-stop because my only friends left me, to start attending art classes, to sit on the bus and try not to fall asleep because of my exhaustion, to go to my first and last prom dance, to really feel lonely, to draw every chance i get, to leave my music studies behind, to travel to athens for the first time, to throw up from exams’ stress and anxiety, to hear the news of me getting into my first choice university, to finally reach my goal of moving out of my parents’ house and crying my eyes out for starting a new life, to make new friends from all over the country on my first day at uni, to visit home after months of being away.

i want to be twenty again. to walk back home from university while it’s raining and i have forgotten my umbrella at my appartment, to barely sleep because of my assignments, to fail my first uni class, to start contemporary dance lessons, to come to terms with the fact that i may be studying architecture but this is not what i want to do in life, to go out with my two best friends at whatever time of day because i no longer need permission from my parents to do anything, to go to the cinema next to my appartment complex late at night and watch horror films, to travel and meet my internet friends, to journal and draw when i have free time from studying, to do presentations of my architecture projects, to feel like i am finally finding my way.

oh, how nice it would be to turn back time, to tell myself how much happiness was there when i was younger, how much less worried i should have been, how useless all those tears i've shed were, how silly little me was for not knowing she was letting the best years of her life slip through her fingers by always being sad. i never realised how truly happy i was when i was four, seven, eleven, fifteen, eighteen, twenty and all the ages in between. but, i do know it now, at twenty five, when life has changed for one more time and i feel like it’s out of my control, just like all the other times that life changed and i felt lost...

maybe in five years from now i will know what the happiness i am feeling now feels, tastes, smells or sounds like. because i always feel happy way too late, i don't know how to feel it when the time is there, i am always a step away from it no matter how close i try to get.

#writing #thoughts #life #writing dump #word vomit

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We’re backoix but without Wyatt for the first time since 2017💔 Jojo is fucking devastated and goes on an autonomous home maintenance spree but keeps stopping to cry:

-OH WYATT, HE LOVED TO SLEEP IN THIS BED

-OH WYATT, HE LOVED TO SNOOZE ON THE LAWN

Ugh my poor Jojo, I know what will cheer you up, why don’t we go wait for the wolf?

-OH WYATT, HE LOVED TO NAP IN THIS TENT

-Hey Shaj. -Hi grandma, how are you? -I’m sharing the mausoleum with Wyatt now, so not great. What’s going on here? -Literally nothing, even Cyneswith hasn’t had a new lover for like a week.

-Who needs lovers when I have my Dobrie?💗

I can’t stress enough how ridic this relationship is, Dobronega hates absolutely everyone including her own kittens. The fuck, Cyn, are you using the voodoo doll on the pets now?

-Of course not, I’d never override an animals free will!🌸

Right, what are they, men who refuse to immediately fall in love with you?

-Exactly!💗

Time for our mandatory ‘a new day starts’ ritual.

-Ok everyone, let’s knock this one out cause I have to get ready for work. Cyn how could you?? -Oh Donnie I’m so sorry!🌸 -𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙾𝙽𝙴, 𝙶𝚄𝚈𝚂, 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙾𝚆.

The kitts grew up! This is Scorpion, under him is Ermac, on the right is Mileena, and under her Kitana, who is the chonkiest one and thus the automatic heir! I’m gonna send the other 3 to live with Angel and Wulf while Sophie is at work because she throws Komei-tier tantrums whenever a pet leaves.

So Sandy is a romance sim, which I keep forgetting, and is like 1 second away from aspiration failure, so it’s time for a blind date. I spend the max amount and we get GILBERT JACQUET?? LMAO. Do you guys feel like he’s open-minded enough to date a zomb? They have 3 bolts tho, his turn-ons are black hair/green eyes so I guess that was enough to overcome the rotting part??

This is going great?? Honestly wtf. Gilbert tell me the truth, does she remind you of your mother?

What’s up Sophito, how was school?

-What the hell is this?!

I’m sure you already know what it is since you went out of your way to cockblock, but this is Sandy on a date.

-Well stop it, I don’t like it!

Ya despite what Sophie has told you, the world doesn’t revolve around Sophito Union’s wishes.

-My world does!

Guess who got fired on his second day!

-𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚁; 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴. -WAAAAAH

-OH, WYATT, OH CRUEL FATE

-FUCK YOU AND YOUR ONE CHANCE AT HAPPINESS, SANDY

Ya ok I’ve had enough of this house-

-let’s gtfo, Cyn! It’s hoeing time.

-When isn’t it!💗

Huhu!🌸

-Huhu!💗

Man this place is DEAD. Where tf is everyone?

-They’re on the terrace, dumbass.

Ok that’s a lot of lip from you, bandana-bowtie. To the terrace!

OMG IT’S CORNROW DOWNTOWNIE. The top townies I wanna marry in genetics-wise is this guy and Hot Downtownie that Shaj brought from work the other day. I zoom out all happy to have Cyn go talk to him and what do I see??

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, JACK DO

-OVER MY DEAD BODY IS CYNESWITH CHEATING ON ME IN THIS RESTAURANT WHERE MY OPPRESSIVE MOTHER IS THE MAITRE D’!!!

OH FFS

We relocate to this weird hot tub club where thankfully none of our existing lovers are.

-Oooh, Neon Vest Downtownie is hot!💗 -Fuck me, here comes the voodoo doll.

-SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND, VESTIE!!!🌸

Hehehe, ok Cyn let’s knock this one out on location because we’ve really fallen behind!

-Ya so I’ve been increasingly concerned about nuclear weapons-

-WILL YOU TWO GET A ROOM FOR YOUR POLITICAL DISCUSSION? WE’RE TRYING TO HAVE PUBLIC SEX HERE

Kaching!!! Man that was quick, thank you, Neon Vest Downtownie!

You don’t walk from the table when you’re on a roll, so we move on to this guy, who I thought was Komei’s old enemy Shea Johnston, but is actually a ginger version of him.

-Didn’t you use to steal my grandpa’s garden gnome?💗 -Oh no, that was my evil twin brother! I’m the nice one! -Aww, we have so much in common, I’m the nice one with an meanie sister too!🌸

-Now let me just channel the ancient evil of voodoo to manipulate your consciousness!💗

-Oh, Ginger Shea Johnston, let’s take this upstairs to the hot tub, it’s more public!🌸

Bro I love Cyn so fucking much, on her way upstairs to the hot tubs with GSJ she stops to flirt with the Count, LOL

-Hiiii, didn’t you use to sleep with my grandma?💗 -I sure did! -Seems like a good family tradition, huhu!🌸

-Oh Cyneswith, today is the best day of my life! -It better be, my daddy worked really hard for that voodoo doll!💗

Never stood a chance, against us, GSJ!

-Hey girl, if you ever get tired of these warm meatbags you know where to find me!🧛

Ya Count, we actually DON’T know where to find you, that was also our big problem when Victoria wanted to bang you.

-Oh, I live in the animal sanctuary! Bat section.🧛

You don’t have an ancestral castle on top of a misty hill? What kind of flop vampire even are you??

-You know what the rent for ancestral castles is these days??🧛

Good Lord, get out of here Count Bumula, you’re ruining our night. Time to return home, Cyn, great job!

I was hoping Sophito would outgrow this Sandy bullshit on his own but clearly I have my work cut out for me.

-Look Sandy, another A+++! Much better than some stupid momma’s boy baker, right??

You of all people wanna talk about mommy issues, really? Go do your goddamn homework.

Valentina becomes an elder during her favorite activity: shitting on our flowers.

-You better put those dream date ones away, too tempting!

Val, let me just say, and I truly mean this, you are a literal monstrosity.

Cyn rolls that ‘woohoo with a service sim’ want, so goodbye Kaylynn, it’s Remington time.

-So let me get this straight, you’re firing me because, and I quote, ‘You’re really sorry but you want a guy maid to raw you, huhu🌸’? -Exactly, huhu!💗 -You’ll be hearing from the labor department.

-Oh hiii Lucy, welcome, now get out!🌸

-OMG OMG HI I’M CYNESWITH💗 -Well hello, I’m Remington Harris and I’m a true professional as you can surely tell by my aggressive decolletage. -Oh Remi, you’re a godsent, I’ve been so lonely in this house with only one available choice to cheat on my husband with!🌸 -Uh, what’s that now?

-Don’t worry about it!💗

Ah, the glory of love! Cyn do you think that having both iVan and Remington in the house everyday might not be like, a super good idea?

-Of course not, what could possibly happen, huhu?🌸

Well iVan already tried killing you once?

-Oh, he didn’t mean that, it was on oopsie!💗

Credit where it’s due, this is one aesthetic af affair-

-I MEAN!

-GODDAMMIT, MOTHER, DOES YOUR DEGENERACY KNOW NO END??

Sugar you little oedipal freak, did you seriously run out in the rain in your pjs just so you could do this? Even your father doesn’t give a fuck anymore!

Finally, God decided to put an end to this house of sin.

-WHAT THE FUCK KID, STOP PUSHING ME INTO THE FIRE -SORRY, HOT DOWNTOWNIE, I WAS TRYING TO PUSH MY MOTHER

Finally the rain stops and it’s time for Cymi (Cyn + Remi, cute, right?) to defile Jojo’s wolfwatching tent. The very place where Wyatt napped??? Cyn, come on!

-It’s what daddy would have wanted, he was always supportive of my romantic endeavors!🌸

Ya I guess that’s true, ugh I miss Wyatt :(

Real talk, Jojo has been the saddest I’ve ever seen a sim be over a spouse’s death, like non-stop crying for days. I did get very emo just by seeing him sleep alone, but then he gets up and does something that freaked me out so much I straight up shut the game down..

..HE AUTONOMOUSLY GOES TO LOOK @ WYATT’S PORTRAIT. I swear I’m not making this shit up, at first I thought he was interacting with the urn, but then I check his action panel and it’s the ‘view’ thing @ the portrait!!!

These aren’t ‘real’ portraits taken with the portrait mechanic (which I don’t know if even with those ones sims know whose portrait is whose), they’re screenshots I put into the custom painting folder which I then have the sims paint, so there’s no way game-wise that Jojo would know this is depicting Wyatt. I’m also 100% certain I’ve never had another sim in the family autonomously go view a death portrait, because I would have definitely taken a pic and included it in a post. Point is, bro I was already convinced Jojo was sentient and was equal parts freaked and moved..

..and then he goes to Shajar’s portrait..

..AND DOES THIS. H E L P

#gen 3 #ts2

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