hi. I really like your works and these headcanons are amazing.. I'm glad that I came across your blog!! do you accept requests now? if so, can you write a dr. Christoff × Hofnarr fluff fanfiction? it's okay if you don't,,,👉👈
𝗛𝗮𝗵𝗮 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘆!! 𝗜 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿!! 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻!!
(𝗔𝗹𝘀𝗼, 𝗜'𝗺 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲! 𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲!! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂!!)
Summary: Christoff wakes up to take notice of his hunger, but also his missing lover who has not shown up to bed. This only leaves the brunette to groan in the realization that his lover overworked himself again, so he retrieves him first before he tends to his own needs.
Warnings: None! Just an overworked sleeping man and a simp with a future savior-complex! This is just some sweet nothin's!!
Christoff was awoken suddenly from his slumber. He felt hungry and thirsty all of a sudden, feeling a pang of pain hit him as he groggily got up from the double bed. The bed belonged in the shared dorm, which housed two of the workers, Jebediah and his fellow co-worker, Dr. Hofnarr.
It took Jeb to take in the realization that he was alone in his bed, which explained the feeling of loneliness that accompanied his need for food. He began to realize that his lover, Hofnarr, was not laying in that bed with him.
Christoff gained a little bit of energy, as he glanced over to the clock. It showed off the usual vibrant neon digits it showed on its thick frame.
Christoff grunted. Hofnarr didn't even come into his own room to sleep like normal. He was staying up too late again.
Christoff lazily stumbled towards the door as he adjusted himself to reality, turning the knob. He began to roam in the bright facility that burned his eyes from simply opening the door onward.
The bright lights always shined every day and night, and it didn't help as they in the scientist's eyes, making him squint as he rose his hand to shield the bright atmosphere as he slowly adjusted to the halls. Hofnarr was a little worth it, he thought.
Jebediah began walking down further through the halls, groggily making pointers to every turn and twist he has to take to get to his night-owl lover. He passes by multiple dorms and attempted to greet any present clones with his gruff voice. He passed by the cafeteria, groaning at his stomach as he had to ignore his need for food for a bit now.
After a good while, he made it to his destination. He turned a corner to be greeted by the doors of a familiar lab, the same lab he and his partner worked in. He walked up to the tall double doors, and with one simple nudge, the doors began opened to reveal all the projects, gizmos, and gadgets they all had in preparation, and not so long after, he found the man he was dating, slumped over on his desk.
Hofnarr showed a face of peace and tranquility, that lightly held small eyebags from overworking. His hair was a bit messy, less neat looking like it would be when he would use a light layer of gel for his stray hairs. His goggles were slightly falling off and all over the place, looking as if he did not know how to wear his glasses, Jeb thought as he laughed quietly.
In the palm of the fallen scientist's hand was a pencil that was used to sketch out his typical blueprints of all kinds, but it was simply sprawled out on the desk as it laid there loosely in his relaxed hand.
It seemed that the scientist worked himself out, placing himself in a tiring state to the point that over time, he slowly but surely succumbed to the hands of slumber, ending in the relaxed form he was in.
Christoff would be lying if he didn't think the sight was cute for him. Hofnarr always had a moment or two where he was simply adorable to Jeb, but fortunate as he was to see his man grabbing some sleep, he knew he had to move him.
With a few attempts, Christoff grasped the man and held him bridle style, keeping in a good enough laying position. Christoff tried his hardest to raise the sleeping form without it waking his lover up from his own slumber, which turned out to be more a challenge than he anticipated.
Hoffnarr stirred lightly, opening his eyes a little at some moments, but ended up shutting them again, not seeming to care for the atmosphere or his environment. He almost woke up a few times during the travel from the different rooms, and from the usual clones greeted Jebediah, but to his surprise, he didn't wake up at all. Hofnarr really did push himself this time.
Christoff carried the man all the way to the bedroom they shared once again, softly dropping them on the soft cushion as he began to place him in proper comfort. Placing things like blankets on him, and lacing pillows below his head so he had himself under the right amount of cushions, just how he likes it. It ended with the man looking as if he was restored completely,
laying there in his own bed as if he hadn't been in it in so long.
Christoff smiled, taking a glance at the peaceful form he just tucked into his bed. He finally finished cozying the old man up, leaving a forehead kiss as he wished his goodnights and fair-dreams, then turning his heel, leaving the room to satisfy his hunger.
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Tired - Wade X Reader
Reader is a mutant who teams up with Wade & Peter on patrols and is Wade's girlfriend.
After a particularly gruelling night out she gets overwhelmed and Wade is more than happy to provide comfort.
Warnings - Panic & stress are described / Periods & Blood mentioned
*Requests are open if anyone is interested*
It was a long night of trouble. It seems that when it rains it pours in regards to both organized and disorganized crime. They must all get their horoscope from the same paper.
“Friday night will bring great promise for your illegal business affairs. If you have been holding out, make your move, now is the time to go full throttle.”
All the lowlifes seem to flock to the center of the city like moths to a flame. This meant that while we normally work as a team, we had to split up multiple times. If Peter didn’t already look like a Mac truck had run him over & reversed back for a second go, you might not feel so anxious about leaving him.
Wade on the other hand was a tank, you had to worry about the things around him more than the merc himself.
After a particularly awful fight, you really hoped that she would be the final mob boss of the night. Being on high alert for the better part of 8 hours you were starting to feel the night's events take its toll.
Making it to the meet up spot at the top of their favourite building, you laid down on your back feeling relieved you didn’t see anything requiring your attention on the way back.
Looking up at the sky starting to change colour, your mind started to race through everything that had happened. Mind calculating and trying to make sense of every punch thrown. You had gotten your period that morning, almost failed a test at school, and beaten up at least 40 people. Absently you laid your hand on your ribs and flinched at the pain.
“Babe! You okay?!” Wade called out in panic, running across the roof top to you.
“I’m good! I’m good!” You said trying to avoid causing panic. It wouldn't be the first time you got stabbed or shot. You tried to sit up but let out a moan and gave up.
“Everything hurts! But I’m good”
“You don’t seem good. Don’t get me wrong you look hot. But I think it's past your bedtime.” Big arms came and picked you up.
"Are you okay?" you mumbled
"Never better babe, took down the baddies, saved the day, now I get to carry the princess home" You were relived that he came across genuinely happy.
“You don’t have to carry me” You whispered secretly hoping he doesn’t stop.
“Yeah but I want to so hush” His voice sounded even deeper with your ear pressed against his chest.
You loved it when Wade took care of you, but guilt was never far behind those feelings. Peter checked in and told them he was on his way back to the apartment.
The whole ride back you thought about how you were being a burden. Wade never showed it, but how many times have people snapped at you out of the blue. You were a lot to handle. You had made a lot of progress with your mental health and panic attacks in the last 7 years. You didn’t have much of a choice when your mutation causes everything else around you to shake just as hard as your body does.
Wade dealt with things much like Professor Xavier & Erik did. Growing up in the mansion Erik was by far the best person to calm you down. Somehow you always knew deep down he never saw you as a destructive or an evil force. Just someone to be cared for and respected. They never made you feel like a burden.
Now as an adult you decided to take a break from the X-men and joined up with Team Red.
“Sweetums, can you get the door.” Wade brought you back to your surroundings. You reached out and opened the front door. Wade carried you through to his ensuite bathroom and placed you gently on the marble countertop.
You had no motivation to move or speak, it was a relief when Wade started to take off your clothes for you. He looked you over for any notable injuries but so far it was just a lot of bruising.
“Babe, I love you but blue ain't your colour. I shouldn’t have left you on the docs alone” He said in a sad voice, fingers brushing over your ribs and stomach.
“It was fine Wade. The humans were a slice of cake. It was their spooky mutant henchmen that really went for the gold” You mumbled. She had been able to absorb your mutation and use it against you. You gave Wade the gory details while he got himself undressed and started the shower.
“Your shaking.” He stated while pulling you into the shower. He put you directly under the hot spray and held you tightly in his arms.
Now that you weren’t fighting or running to the next fight, you realized the more you calmed down the more worn out you were.
By the way Wade started lecturing about his favourite episode of Golden Girls you knew that he knew you weren’t okay. Looking down at some point you could see blood streaming down your legs.
“Oh. Sorry. I uh-” Embarrassment flooded your face, a sense of anxiety swelling in your tender stomach. Wade only started laughing.
“Babe. I have bled on every surface of this apartment. You bleeding is never going to bother me. Unless you're hurt.” he kissed your forehead and went back to his in depth argument.
Next thing you know he’s drying you off in a towel like you remembered people doing when you were a kid. Like being in a tornado.
He disappeared and came back with one of his shirts and a clean pair of panties. You said thank you as he headed out of the bed room.
You wanted to ask him how you could help him or apologize for getting like this, but all your words got stuck in a tight knot in your chest. Your brain put the night's evening on re-run again just to make sure you didn’t miss all the things you should have done differently. Mostly you just wished you could be sassy like Peter, or funny like Wade was. You cleaned yourself up then flopped onto his bed. Breathing in the scent of his sheets. Even though Wade normally ran hot his bed was always covered with a million of the softest blankets and quilts.
After getting nested and closing your eyes something warm was placed in your lap. It was a nice plate of cheese & chicken quesadillas. Your stomach gave a lurch that informed you that you were very hungry.
Wade hopped up on the bed and sat cross legged scarfing down the too hot meal. Suddenly you were overwhelmed with feelings.
“Wade?” you said shakily. You didn't even know what you were going to tell him. There weren't words to explain how you felt. Happy, loved, safe, tired, angry, scared, embarrassed, ashamed....
“Yeah” He said between mouthfuls
“I’m not doing okay ” You looked over at him and started crying.
“Awe puppy. It’s okay. I’m here. Peter’s down the hall. Matt is downstairs. No one’s gonna hurt you here.” His eyes were filled with an understanding that only made your heart ache more.
“I’m sorry I don’t know why I feel like this” You felt tired and no matter what you thought of you couldn’t stop crying.
“If its about that cat fight earlier, you kicked her ass once. You can do it again.”
You let out a wet laugh and got down your food.
Wade took your plate and put in on the dresser, then flopped onto the bed pulling you down into him.
"I'm sorry. I normally don't cry like this" You said with a heaving chest, pain starting to creep its way into your brain.
"Even if you cried like this all the time I'd still be here loving you." He whispered in a deep voice while settling you into a comfortable spot.
As soon as you were trapped there with a full belly tangled up in a hoard of blankets and Wade's heavy limbs. You felt your body start to relax. He ran his fingers through your hair whispering soft murmurs of encouragement. That you were his and that you were safe.
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