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inbarfink · 7 months

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Interesting to note that Fionnaworld losing it's magic is not the only thing that changed about it when Ice King was turned back into Simon Petrikov. The 'side-effects' of it being in Simon's head seem to have... inverted.

Because the whole thing about Fionnaworld being in Ice King's head is that this is how he 'got the idea' for his 'Fionna and Cake' stories. Even though Ice King was supposed to just be 'a big nutty hard-drive', it seems like IK's subconsciousness had some sort of a connection to Fionnaworld and absorbed information from it - that Ice King's conscious self then put into his stories.

This... doesn't seem to be the case with Simon. You know, it's not like he goes 'oh, I get ideas for Fionna and Cake stories sometimes I just don't want to write them because I associate them too much with the Trauma of being Ice King' or even "I can't relate to Fionna and Cake anymore! But I do have some ideas for a pre-war era story about the quarter-life crisis of a blonde girl also coincidentally named Fionna!".

There's no indication that he gets any sort of 'ideas' from the Fionnaworld in his head anymore, a fact that he attribute to, just, a lack of interest in the characters.

Maybe one could speculate that Ice King's magic-infused mind gave it more of an ability to connect to the AU God Shoved in His Head. But.... Simon Petrikov's subconscious is still connected to it on some level. As we can see by the fact Simon's thoughts and immediate surrounding keep effecting the events going on in Fionnaworld.

Did this ever happen with Ice King? It's really hard to say, since we've seen so little of the 'real' Magical Fionnaworld. It was almost always filtered via the lens of Ice King's 'fanfiction'. Like, most obvious examples of 'Fionna and Cake' stuff being influenced by IK's psyche are probably just supposed to be him rewriting the stories in an inaccurate way.

But still, since Prismo was also actively 'writing stories' for Fionnaworld, and he considered it his own personal creative outlet, and since he found Ice King to be a satisfactory 'hard drive' for it all... Like, I'm going to assume that if IK's subconscious had a noticeble effect of the events of the Magical Fionnawrold - Prism wouldn't have been happy with it.

What I think is going on is related less to the matter of the magical-ness of Simon's brain and more to the other factor that Prismo mentioned in regards for picking Ice King's brain

It's emptiness.

Under the effect of the Magic Crown's Curse, Simon has lost most of his long-term (and sometimes even short-term) memories and, like, a lot of knowledge and intellectual skills he used to have. And that meant... a lot of space to store a whole-ass universe in his head, with probably also room to spare.

And maybe even the emptiness of IK's 'cursed dome' acted a bit like a vacuum - causing some information from Fionnaworld to leak into his mind.

But once Simon became himself again, all of this information and knowledge was restored inside his head. And maybe most of the experience of being Ice King is just 'dream-like impressions' like he said back in 'Betty' - but he still seems to retain some memories of these 1000 years as well. Back in 'Betty' he seems to have immediately remembered Finn and Jake, and after being permanently cured, well... he does seem to at least remember the events of "I Remember You' vividly enough to try and recreate them.

So now Fionnaworld is in a head full to the brim with stuff and... well, now it's, like, smooshed up with all of these elements of Simon's mind and psyche. Metaphorically, I'm visualizing it as, like, a bunch of items shoved inside an overstuffed cupboard and Fionnaworld is getting squashed and bent according to the shape of Simon's thoughts and memories that are shoved up close beside it. Less 'breathing room' for the world, and so Simon's thoughts can subconsciously affect the world more. But Fionnaworld information isn't leaking out anymore cause, like, there's enough out-there already.

That might also explain why Fionnaworld seems to be so damn small. Not even a full city as much as a few blocks.

It should be about as large as the actual Land of Ooo, but it might've shrank to be 'compact' enough to still fit into Simon's no-longer-empty mind.

(But now that they're free from his head and also canonized that's no longer a concern. It's alright now.)

#adventure time #atimers #fionna and cake #fionna & cake #at #at fionna and cake #fac #f&c #adventure time fionna and cake #adventure time simon #fionna and cake simon #fionna and cake series #fionna and cake show #simon petrikov #simon adventure time #ice king #the ice king

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dollwrites · 7 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, very brief dubcon, oral sex ( m!receiving ), throat barrier pop, sloppy deepthroating, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twenty-eight [ roronoa zoro + deepthroat ]

“You gonna take it all for me this time, pretty girl?”

the rumble in his voice made you shiver. it was as if it had been born of lust itself, deep in his chest, and bubbled over the seam of his lipstick-smeared couplet like molten lava. you’d already left plenty of markage across him. cherry-red ghosts of your lips in Os decorate his neck, down against his clavicle, and the sporadically etch their way down his chest and abs. hickeys raised in the middle of each, glossy barrier, littering him with your signature. warding off any other woman who might want to claim him for herself.

he was already yours.

you gulp, and nod, though with both fists wrapped around his girthy base, you eyed his cock. thick and long. angry veins bulge from the tan flesh and draw your eye to the spongy, flared pink tip. he was a sight to behold when naked. every inch of him strong. you were already buzzing with excitement, as per usual when you got down on your knees in front of him, but your stomach bunched up. it was as if you always forget just how much of him there was to take. you wanted to take him as deep as you could into your throat, but you had a hard time not chickening out the second you couldn’t breathe.

you remain entranced by the massive cock in your face, and your head hangs closer to lazily drape your tongue just on the slit. your eyelids flutter at the taste. “Are you even hearing me? Or did ya zone out already?” Zoro teased in a thick voice, and snapped his fingers to draw your attention. begrudgingly, your eyeline drifted up from the cock in front of you and found his gaze. his lips drew into a cocky smirk. “Use your words, baby.”

“Mmmhm…” you mewl, and shift on your knees to get closer, eliciting a heavy breath against his swollen tip that sends an involuntary twitch to his hips. “I’ll take it all.”

“Good fucking girl,” Zoro swoons, tilting his head back as his large hands rest against his nape, fingers interlocked, “if you need my help, all you need to do is ask. Now, wrap those sweet lips around my cock before I get impatient.” he was only half joking.

you didn’t want his help, though. you wanted to be able to please him without guidance, so you open wide to take the first few inches in.

it’s almost astonishing how quickly your mouth fills up with thick, hard cock. the head jabbing almost painfully against the flesh of your cheek as you struggle already to adjust the angle in which your head bobs. it’s a slow, gradual floating, as you try and accommodate his size. your lips stretch wide, drool leaks down on to the neglected inches that you soon slide your hand upwards to prime, and you suck your cheeks in. Zoro grunts in appreciation at your skill, and the strength of the vacuum you can create when he’s plugged you airtight. “Yeah,” he hisses through grit teeth, though his head remains tilted towards the ceiling, “fucking good…”

each time you descend, you attempt to take another inch, your tongue swirling around before it becomes pinned to the floor of your cavern. eventually, however, the tip bumps the back of your throat, and you cluck. feeling that he was so close to slipping in, one of Zoro’s hands flees to gently press against the back of your head, and he sucks in a breath, as if encouraging you not to shy away from it. “C’mon, baby, let me in there.” you attempt to slide down deeper, but the moment his head seems to pry your throat open to allow him the room he needed to plunge inside, you gag and squirm. Zoro quickly releases you, and you pull back. his cock slips from your mouth so you can suck in a heavy, nervous breath, strings of saliva tethering his member to your lips. you sat there for a moment, catching your breath, before you gently grasp his hand in your own, urging it away from your head. you lock your fingers with his, and take him into your mouth again.

Zoro takes the hint. it’s clear you want to do it yourself. instead, he relaxes again with a lazy grin, moaning low and slow when you start to suck again. “You’re so damn cute.” he muttered amidst a heavy breath when your eyes locked on to his and you teased your own gag reflex again. they glistened as you tried, over and over, prodding your throat with the tip of his cock. but it wasn’t happening. you couldn’t convince yourself to choke on it the way that you would have to in order to take it so deep. you squeeze his hand when you finally pull back again, breathless and sputtering, and avert your eyes from his.

“Fine.” you were embarrassed, but you knew he wouldn’t help if you didn’t ask. “Help me.”

you were pouting when you demanded it, but Zoro merely chuckled and braced his feet flat on the floor against your knees. both of his hands now left their placements and sought out new homes. one wrapped around the base of his dick, and the other grasped the back of your head, rough fingers teasing your scalp through your hair. “Open wide for me, pretty girl.”

you’d hardly complied before he pushed your head forwards. you take him to your limit all at once, and both of your own hands smack against his lower abdomen in a subtle protest, but he ignores them with a raspy breath, “I know, baby, it’s a lot of dick, but I have to get it in there. Just breathe through your nose. Don’t try to run away from it.” your nails scraped at is marred abdomen the harder he pushed, forcing his way into a canal much too small for his cock to fit, and tears pricked and sparkled in your eyes as your head bucked, desperate not to gag again. Zoro murmured something under his breath about how pretty you look, and it soothed you just long enough for him to take advantage and grasp your hair tight, jerking you down the rest of the way. there was a popping sound that you thought maybe only you heard, as if an invisible wall had been breached, and the rest of his cock slid into your throat as your lips come in contact with his base. musky, sparse hair tickles your nose while he holds you there, and you helplessly drink in the smell of his raw sweat, smearing tears and spit in his groin. you could feel his imprint as it prodded against your throat from the inside, and he moans in pure ecstasy. “Just like this, pretty girl. Feel me? How deep I am? That’s what I love.”

you attempted a nod, but he was already dribbling you by the grasp in your hair, bouncing your head up and down in his lap. your eyes were threatening to roll back, because each time he pulled you up until his cock nearly slips free from your lips, and then sends you crashing back down all the way. throbbing, he batters your throat with every plunge, his hips rocking forward to emphasize the descent, and your forehead smacks against his solid abdomen.

the sounds you made were depraved. wet clucking as you drooled and gargled on his cock, but you were no longer choking, at least. you’d tried to adapt to the rhythm, and even moved in tandem, your hands gripping his thighs instead to help you pull yourself even closer to his lap. “Making a fucking mess outta me,” Zoro laughed, husky and needy, but his grip was still tight. his other hand joined the first, gathering your hair together at the back of your head to keep your motions as fast and violent as he wanted, violating your throat the way he’s been wanting to do since you first got together. and it shows, too, because he was shuddering when you gurgle and cry. “And you can be damn sure I’ll return the favor when I cum all over that cute, flustered face a’yours.”

if he didn’t, you’d be pissed.

#zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x you #zoro smut #roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro roronoa x you #zoro roronoa smut #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece smut

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captaindanvers89 · 6 months

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The part in the Marvels where Carol tells Monica she used to change her diapers and Monica saying she proceeded to puke everywhere? Yeah, my headcannon that when Monica gets back and whenever Carol tries to act cool, Monica just tells something embarrassing that Carol did.

For example…

Carol trying to impress Valkyrie: Back in the 80s, there was this massive dude from the Air Force that tried to take me down because i humiliated him during a push up contest so I tackled him and knocked him out.

Monica walking by: Mom told me you tripped over a bar stool and you fell on him which made hit his head on the bar counter.

Carol: Don’t you have to work on one or Fury’s many projects?

Carol to a bunch of refugees: Don’t worry guys, I’ll find someplace safe for you guys to live. There’s nothing Captain Marvel cannot do

Monica: Until she has to clean the bathroom then she’ll complain or whine the entire day. Mom also told me that when it was your turn to vacuum the carpets, you decided to buy new ones.

Carol: They were cheap and it saved me time!

Carol to the Young Avengers: All of you have to learn to trust each other in the field. Your teammates will watch your back and—

Monica: Unless you decide to go AWOL for thirty years or so and when you meet them again, you have to super awkward around them and spend the rest of the mission trying to make up for it

Carol: You’re still not over that?

Monica: How could you tell??

Meanwhile, Kamala’s taking notes for her fanfic

#kamala khan #ms marvel #captain marvel #the marvels #monica rambeau #carol danvers #carol x valkyrie #carol x maria #maria rambeau

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rockingbytheseaside · 2 months

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✦ An Endearing Infestation

Tw: none, silly fluff

It started with catching one of those tiny rascals in your house as you cleaned. No bigger than the size of your palm, a tiny blob of soot-like ink was accidentally caught amidst your vacuuming when you tidied up your house in your Serenitea Pot. You didn't even comprehend it resembled a small bird chick with one crimson eye since the small thing got frightened and scurried off underneath your couch. Any attempts to look for it were futile.

Another time, you were certain you caught two identical ones playing in the closet before sprinting with a hurried squeak when you stepped into the room. You started doubting your eyesight at first, before speculating the worst - some sort of an infestation in your pristine clean house. Yet your worries were settled aside when you finally managed to take a closer look at the many little birds that found residence within the crooks of your house. Fluffy in an unkempt manner, they were tiny birds that stared at you with their single crimson eye and a tiny crest on their round soot-colored bodies. You could almost chuckle at how silly these weird creatures were, but you couldn’t deny their cuteness. They were afraid you would kick them away, or even shoo them with a broom - but you’re not that heartless.

The entourage of identical yet tiny blobs often observed you. They appeared curious about the many things you did in your Serenitea Pot. When you read in your study, they would play with the books. When you cooked food in your kitchen, some of the tiny birds would try and help you by pushing the spice rack closer or bringing more stems of herbs. And on late, cold nights, when you’d light up the fireplace in the guest room, even the timidest of the bunch would come out from their hiding spot to huddle neatly for warmth. They were easily spooked by the tiniest of movements, so you did not disturb their gentle napping when they fluffed up their pitch-black feathers and clustered close to you for heat. It was a charming sight.

Nevertheless, you are yet to discover where these little rascals came from. You never encountered them during your travels in Teyvat, that's for sure. However, something about those round eye orbs of theirs seemed familiar… There must be a source. And most importantly, why would these rascals broaden in quantity when a certain Fatui Doctor stays in your Serenitea Pot?

Your brain instantly conjured up a thought, like a detective reaching a moment of eureka when solving a mystery - Dottore.

With a grumble and a whine, you had to confront him. To no one's surprise, the Harbinger found solace in your Serenitea Pot, often spending time in your study or directly bothering you. It’s a habit of his, like a daily routine. Thus, you stormed upstairs to your library where he lingered, and saw him sitting casually by the desk.

Dottore wasn’t reading. He wasn’t mulling over some papers or research. No, he was plainly sitting and peeking somewhere behind the table.

“Dottore,” - you declared his name firmly. “Whatcha got there?”

The man glances at you neutrally; no surprise or dismissive groans. Yep, this man is concealing something. He replies nonchalantly: “Nothing. Just my morning coffee, as you can clearly see. Perhaps you need a vision check, dear?”

You give him the look. A look of raised eyebrows and a glare that says ‘Oh really now?’. Dottore's mouth pressed into a thin line, silently holding the mug. He remained eerily still and silent as if you tested each other through nonverbal communication.

And yet neither of you broke the silence, but instead, a small birdttore peeked from the Doctor’s mug. Even when the little thing caught your scrutinizing gaze and tried to hide in the mug, its single-feathered crest was still visible from the mug.

“There isn’t even any coffee in your mug, Dottore!” - you huffed in an astounded manner, placing your hands on your hips. “Come on, spill it out. How many of those wee bird-things you’ve got hiding?”

“I literally have no idea what you’re rambling about. Don’t be outrageous.” - He replied in such an easy and dismissive manner; it would’ve been believable were it not for that impish smirk that tried to break free on his face.

“Dottore, there is one peeking in your mug and I can see another one hiding by the chair. Perhaps you’re the one who requires his vision checked, hm?”

With a deep sigh and a mocking tone, his shoulders loosened and he reluctantly put down his facade - “Fine, you’ve got me. Consider this as an astute observation on your part. Are you pleased?”

As Dottore sat up more comfortably by the desk, the abundance of teeny ink blobs came out from their hiding. So minuscule yet wobbly, they gleefully revealed themselves and started scurrying everywhere. On the desk, by the floor, in Dottore’s mug… some even happily climbed onto your leg as you stood there, baffled. Dottore just watched with that giddy grin of his.

“... Okay, so, what are these? And why are there more of them in my house? Please tell me this isn’t some sort of an experiment gone wrong and now you’re disposing of them in my home, like getting rid of an infestation.”

“Infestation? Do not be ridiculous. It is clearly the opposite! A small experiment gone right, and now it's serving its purpose.”

“And that purpose is… what?” - You raised an eyebrow. Dottore stood up and smiled cheekily:

“Having bits and pieces of me to accompany you while I’m away.”

He replied so confidently as if it was ludicrous of you to not realize it earlier. Yes, of course. Creating sentient little bird things so your significant other wouldn’t be bored. So obvious!

“...Is this some sort of ritual or experiment that I am not aware of?” - You clasped your hands and asked suspiciously. Some of the tiny blobs climbed onto your head. “Because if this is your way of ‘marking your territory’ then excuse me. I didn’t know that mad scientists exercise such a custom.”

“Oh shut it. You’re not even mad that I sneaked in so many of them when I visited you. It was comically easy to slip them every other day in your manor. That means they are serving their purpose accordingly. Stealthily keeping you company.” - Il Dottore smiled triumphantly, standing right in front of you.

“Wha-? I can barely handle one Dottore, and now you make me handle many tiny pieces of you? Countless silly little birdttores to keep an eye on me? No way!”

“Sure, sure,” - The Doctor scoffed and laughed at your attempt at teasing. His one arm wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you for a much-needed kiss on the cheek. His lips pressing tightly and lingering on your skin. “There, can your endearing face handle just a couple more kisses or must I humbly request for that smile of yours to return?”

You rolled your eyes at him but didn't rebuttal.

Hence, the evening was spent the usual way. Resting by the couch, the fire crackled in the fireplace. And while you and Dottore relished in the rare opportunity of leisure time, the tiny birdttores huddled once more by your lap or perched on Dottore’s shoulder. The Harbinger kept his arm around you, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. Although you couldn’t see through his mask, his stern expression kept an eye on the teeny rascals, as if warning them not to disturb you at home if they didn’t want to be exterminated on the spot.

Therefore, all was well... But Dottore had to think of ways to lock the bedroom in the future so those scoundrels wouldn’t bother you two in bed.

➻ First time posting a fic here. Please tell me how I did! And if you wish to see a casual day with Dottore and his birbttores - here is my art!

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin impact fatui #il dottore x reader #dottore x reader #gender neutral reader #dottore x you #dottore x reader fluff #silly fluff #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin fanfic

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sweet-as-an-angel · 3 months

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Some househusband things Simon would do

This, 100% he would: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8W4kuC2/

Give the best hugs! He does that before you leave for work and after you come back

He isn’t the one to make a lot of noise and be clumsy so your house would be PEACEFUL AF. And im sure he also likes his things clean. So your house is super neat and organized. Those clean girls can NEVER compete.

Like the couch is still white, sink is clean, laundry did, carpets vacuumed🥰

There are somethings he can’t do. Like he. just. can’t. Doesn’t get it. Doesn’t understand. Like sewing. With a machine maybe he can, but his fingers are too big and calloused to hold a tiny needle :(

Can’t really make friends with the neighbors. He doesn’t do too much small talk and his stature scares the carp out of them.

Now the things he CAN do tho👀

Fix and build a bunch of stuff. With sniper precision and accuracy. You end up saving a lot of $ because of him.

Honestly if you wanted to expand your house he will do it for you. Hes getting bored at home anyways.

“Honey i kind of liked it when the marbles are white :(“

“No issues lovie i fix👍🏻😊”

Paint ur nails. With sniper precision. The mans hands be standing on business lol

Honestly he saves up a lot of ‘allowance $’. I don’t think hes the type to spend recklessly. He saves up the $ u give him and puts it in the investments or 401. Sure he will take some to buy things he likes but whatever is left he saves

Omg he for sure will warm up your car during winter. Can’t let his bread winner wifey get a cold .

If its raining or the weather is bad, he would rather drive you to work and pick u up later.

If wifey works long hrs he will pack extra food and keep a spare set of scrubs in her car

Omggggg lemme tell you if he drops you off at the hospital and walks you in the nurses would be STARRING at this hunk of a man👀. Hes eye candy for the entire unit. Be prepared for gossip to spread like wild fire and all of a sudden Linda the cardiologist who you have never worked with is having a conversation about your pretty husband

“Hey can your husband do the chest compressions for us 👀”

“Can we borrow your husband for this code grey?”

Lol 😂

🪿

Time to add these delightful headcanons to the House Husband! Simon Cinematic Universe, my Lovely ! Thank you kindly for sharing your imagination with us, it sets my soul aglow to see you possess such enthusiasm for our beloved House Husband! Simon, my dear 🪿 <3

#sweet as an angel #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley headcanons #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley headcanons #house husband simon #house husband ghost #cod #ghost cod #cod ghost #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #cod x you

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nonexistent-introvert · 11 months

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Snores

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Content: Joel's loud snoring kept you up at night. Joel felt guilty for it and tries to make up for it. Fluff!

A/N: You can't convince me that Joel doesn't snore. Anyways, my break ended which means i'm going to be busier than ever before but here i am writing at 1am so you best bet that i will still try my best to write often. Plus!! I'm trying to gain ideas for hug me pt 2 so that would be my main wip for now. Enjoy this drabble before i disappear for god knows how long

You were so close to strangling your dear husband who was sleeping peacefully next to you. While he was in deep slumber, you lay beside him frustrated as you listened to his snores that never ended. The red numbers on the clock on the nightstand beside Joel, reminding you just how many hours of sleep you were missing out on and how the sun was going to come up soon. You let out a frustrated groan while you used your pillow to cover your ears, hoping that it would at least muffle the sounds of his snores.

You propped yourself up with one arm, turning to Joel’s side to stare at him. His mouth was slightly ajar as he snored loudly. You simply stared at him, planning some sort of way for him to shut up. Your body screamed for rest but the loud snores beside you kept you awake. It almost seems like Joel could sense your stare on him, he snorted before turning to his side to avoid your glare. You fell back onto the bed in relief, you finally had peace. You tucked yourself back into bed, nuzzling your nose into the pillow, excited to finally get the rest you needed.

At this point, you thought Joel was doing this to spite you. The moment you felt yourself drifting away, his snores came back, louder than ever before. Putting your relaxed body back in an alert state. The scowl came back onto your face while you glared at Joel again. His clock beside him let out two beeps, signaling that yet another hour has passed. You now officially had 3 hours to fall asleep before you had to wake up again.

It was true how they say love blinds all. In this situation, the obvious solution was to wake Joel up. However, whenever you looked at him, you just couldn’t bear to wake him up knowing that he needed to get up for patrol also plus, he already had a long day and deserved the rest. But you were oh so close to just cutting off his air supply by putting the pillow you had wrapped around your head onto his nose. Sound can’t travel through a vacuum right? Your fingers drummed against the surface of the mattress angrily, love is complicated.

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“What are you doing here?’ You were about to kill the person who had woken you up again. You mumbled a bunch of curse words at Joel, kicking your feet at him to ask him to leave you alone. Joel crossed his arms, your figure was curled up on the couch.“Feisty.” Joel commented, staring at how you buried your face back into the pillow. “Go to bed and sleep darling. You’re gonna get sore if you sleep here.” He nagged to your already unconscious form. You were exhausted. Joel smiled softly, his strong arms easily lifting you up. You stirred awake in his arms, inhaling his scent. The moment your body came into contact with the comfortable mattress of your bed, you had fallen back into your slumber.

“Darling, I put off waking you up for as long as possible already but we need to go out for patrol.” Joel’s thumb was caressing your side. You groaned, turning away from him. “Come on, I made coffee already. Tommy will be on our ass soon. Or worse, Maria.” Joel dragged you up. You simply fell into his arms, the man has zero idea what torture he had put you through last night.

For the entirety of the morning, you remained silent. Joel slowly trudged beside you on his horse, giving you worried glances every once in a while. Did he do something wrong? But he knew this wasn’t you giving him the silent treatment but more of you running out of social battery already. Something was definitely bothering you, but he didn’t know what. The constant scowl and furrowed eyebrows were also a sign. Joel gripped the reins a little tighter, he had tried his best to start conversations with you but all he got were half-hearted replies and grunts.

When the both of you finally managed to reach the safe house. You collapsed onto the couch with a satisfied grunt. The feeling of being able to lie down and rest your already aching muscles was like heaven on earth. Joel put down his bag, checking the both of you in like usual. His eyes fell onto your figure again, your arm was covering your eyes while you lay down.

“Darling,” Joel called out as he towered over your figure. You stifled a yawn while you removed the arm that was covering your face, humming in response to him. Joel’s heart dropped, your eyes were swollen and the dark eye circles around your eyes were a darker shade than usual. “Why do you look so tired?” He questioned. Your eyes widened and you sat up, you even took a calming breath. Joel stiffened, he had hit a nerve. “Why am I so tired?” You repeated in a mocking tone as you met his eye. “Hmm, maybe because I had one of the worst sleep in my life yesterday? And I am also running on-” You checked the watch on your wrist, “2 hours plus of sleep?” You finished. “Nightmare?” Joel guessed. You punched him lightly in his ribs, “The nightmare was the fucking snoring from you yesterday.” You scolded, lying back on your back. “I don’t snore.” Joel defended, he always did that when you told him he snored in his sleep. You shook your head at him, “You being in denial used to be funny but now it is getting on my nerves.” You warned. Joel sat down beside you, putting your legs on his lap. “I’m sure it wasn’t that bad…” You chuckled at him, “Yeah, I was awake till like four in the morning Joel. You would stir awake and I would get a few moments of peace before it starts again. What were you doing? Trying to set a new record for the loudest snore?” You ranted to him. Joel swallowed, guilt making his heart clench. “Was that why you were on the couch?”

“No shit Joel.” You deadpanned, “And then you woke me up when I finally got to sleep. Joel, I was this close-” You lifted your index finger and thumb like you were pinching something in mid-air. “To just murder you in cold blood.” Joel laughed, massaging your legs that were in his lap. “I’m sorry darling, you should have just woke me up.” He suggested. You remained silent, knowing that you would never be able to bring yourself to wake him up.

“I’m sorry” Joel muttered again as he kissed you, a simple kiss that expressed all the guilt and apologies he felt for keeping you awake. A light tint of red coloring his cheeks, Joel was embarrassed by his snoring habits. The last time someone had complained was probably Sarah, he only snored when he was having a good sleep. The nights of sleep he had for the past decades in the apocalypse were plagued with nightmares and even when he was asleep, his mind was alert enough to react even to the softest of sounds. Tommy had always joked about how Joel’s snores would have gotten him killed.

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After that day, Joel would play his guitar out on the porch until 12. You were puzzled at first, even offering to stay up with him. Joel was a morning bird and you were a night owl. He always slept at 10pm without fail and you would sleep earliest at 11pm, However, Joel was insistent that you go to sleep before him.

He also started bringing back flowers that he got from the greenhouse, claiming that they had extra. Joel also traded his precious coffee beans for the tea that you preferred. When you questioned him about it, he brushed it off as a craving for tea. You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing that Joel never had a single cup of the tea he had sacrificed his coffee beans for.

Later you would find out that Joel had pulled favors with the people who were in charge of the greenhouse for the flowers. The gardeners who were curious about the sudden appearance of Joel Miller coming for flowers had questioned you about it. “Was it your anniversary?” was among the many guesses they made. You simply shrugged, telling them that Joel had claimed that it was extra. You lied awake on the bed, staring at the ceiling. You were thinking about Joel. trying to figure out the reason for his unnatural behavior these days.

The door creaked open, you closed your eyes, pretending you were asleep. Joel stared at your form from the door, trying to determine if you were asleep. When he finally concluded that you were asleep, he carefully crawled into bed. He laid there facing you, admiring you for a while.

“Sorry for interrupting your beauty sleep.” He mumbled into your forehead before pressing a kiss there. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your lips. The pieces of the puzzle finally connecting in your head.

Those actions, the weird behaviour. It was Joel Miller’s way of apologising. It was his way of ensuring that he doesn’t bother you again with his snores and making up for the hours that you had lost due to his snores. Your heart warmed, Joel had broke and changed his routine just for you and everyone who knew him knew he was a creature of habit.

“I love you.” You mumbled, pulling him closer to you while you buried your face in his chest. He stiffened slightly, surprised that you were awake. Joel put his arms around you, tangling his legs with yours.

“I love you too.”

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Danny The Boss:

Oh no. Not only is his darling a fabulous cosplayer they’re also top of the line assassin too. Get this man an ambulance because right now he was about to pass out from his hyperactive imagination of you in the wifey fit from Spy x Family. He actually has those costumes in his sacred closet and he’ll downright get on his knees and beg for you to be the Yor to his Loid.

??? The Enforcer:

You’ve brought out his inner cheerleader since now that he’s discovered that his little spark fire is a cold blooded killer. You bet that he’s gonna cheer you on like the big supportive golden retriever that he is. He’ll shower you with praise for every single name you’ve taken off the map.

Bjorn The Strategist:

For being the smartest one in the room it was ironic how he had no clue of how you were already in the business until you outright told him. The news left him baffled as he sat in his chair with the cold cup of black coffee spilling from his cup until it ran empty. He was the literal embodiment of “Wow…I need to a minute to think about this” I guess those rose colored lenses he wore for the cute barista of his really did make him blind.

Yujin The Hacker:

He actually brought the topic of you being a bounty hunter up to you and bombarded you with all sorts of questions with an excited catlike grin on his face. One day he was absentmindedly stalking you on all social media until he came across something that was a telltale sign that you were in a similar profession. He was literally bouncing off the screens of his pc monitors at the fact that you two shared something in common. And he couldn’t wait to gossip with you about it!

Koji The Medic:

He knew right from the moment he saw that his darling nurse was oddly skilled with his tools. For every “patient” that came in he couldn’t help but be impressed with how well you handled even the rowdiest of the bunch with such effectiveness without breaking a sweat. He just decided not to mention it as it wasn’t necessarily a topic he felt that needed to be addressed as it wasn’t any of his business.

Moros The Torturer:

He couldn’t help but be the mother hen he was and fret over you every time you went out on a mission. He’d constantly worry about how you were doing once you left him to his own devices. It was so bad that he was stuck in autopilot mode the whole entire day until you came back. Even while he was on duty torturing his clients targets as they screamed in agony from him pulling off their nails. All he could think about was wether or not his sunshine ate this morning.

Ossian The Sniper:

Once he found out that you were also a contracted killer from having a stakeout outside your house. Spying on you from his sniper lenses only to find you cutting at dead body and disposing it within a vacuum bag. He’d make sure to stalk you during your mission making sure not to get caught as he headshoted anyone posing a threat to you. Silently cheering you on with a sweet small smile on his face and a fist pump from a distant building. As he gushed over how badass his crush was.

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