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spacetimewraithwrites-archive · 2 years

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unashamed adoration tag game

I was tagged by @ashen-crest, thank you so much! I’ll be focusing on the Thriving series here!

Rules: pick lines from your WIPs out of context that you love

I’m tagging @drabbleitout, @athenswrites, @asomeoneperson, @druidx, @aschlindartroom, @the-orangeauthor, @zmwrites, @pertinax--loculos, @a-wild-bloog, @muddshadow, and @drippingmoon! there’s no obligation of course :)

(psst I’m adding a line each from both Thriving and Destiny even though they’re technically no longer WIPs by definition. the rest (and uhhh there’s a lot 😬) is under the cut! if you make it through all of these congratulations lmao but there’s some bonus bits from WASTE if you get that far!!)

(tw: drug mention, sex mention, guns, abuse, etc)

Thriving—

🌌 “I’m certain I didn’t cause any lasting damage to your brain. And if I did, then...that’s the way things were meant to happen, I suppose.”

Warren glowered. “Really? If you scrambled my brain, oh well?”

Thrive shook his head. “Be appreciative that it was your brain I probed.”

“For my mental health, I’m going to pretend I didn’t understand what you just said.”

Thriving: Destiny—

🌌 “This will hurt, there’s no getting around it, but I’m going to make this as comfortable as possible for you,” Thrive said. He took some items from a storage unit against the wall. “I’ll apply a numbing agent, but I can’t guarantee it’ll work. If this is even a numbing agent at all.”

“And when it ends up burning a hole through my flesh? Or paralyzing me?”

“Then at least you won’t feel me taking your tissue.”

Warren snorted.

Thriving: Rebirth—

🌌 Nyra looked again at Thrive and Sussa. "Are you certain you would rather not leave?"

"We've come this far, right?" Sussa said. "We were after Ysha anyway. We should finish this."

Thrive glanced around the space. "One venevan thought it was odd that flimsy cuffs were keeping me restrained. Ysha watched me walk away from the eruption of Agansha; she may not be smart, but she's not going to believe I was captured unwillingly."

Nyra nodded. "You are right. I watched you survive the eruption, too. It was...terrifying."

—

🌌 "Oh, boy...pretty sure I would take a bullet for you, E.T."

His eyes sparkled as he looked up at him. "Mm. Please refrain for now. I could take several bullets that you could not."

Warren grinned and combed a quaking hand through Thrive's hair, ignoring the dizziness that cropped up and reminded him that he absolutely could not follow instructions worth a damn. "Shut the fuck up, Thrive."

—

🌌 Warren met his eyes again. They held within them an emotion he had trouble discerning, though it made him melt inside the longer they remained silent. Filmed over with love and concern, taking in every sweeping movement of Warren's gaze.

"It wouldn't be the same," Thrive said softly. "Warren…no one could ever hurt me in that way. If they could, you could never hurt me in that way. I placed my heart into your hands, and they have been so incredibly delicate since you professed your love to me. I need you to tell me that you understand that."

Warren cupped his face, sure to channel as much of his need into him as he possibly could. He winded himself, already trembling. "Please."

—

🌌 "You were missing because you were getting the most coveted dick in the whole Milky Way." Guetry clapped his hands together once for dramatic effect. "Probably the universe!"

Alec nodded in approval. "High as a kite, too."

Warren grimaced. "...How'd you know about that part?"

"I can tell. Trust me."

Guetry slapped Warren's shoulder. "Go sleep it off, hon. And all jokes aside, I'm happy for you. You deserve it." He suddenly clutched the back of Warren's neck in a deceptively sharp claw, yanking him across his chest to look directly into his eyes and speak with unfamiliar ferocity. "But if you miss one of my shows again after you've been invited, I'm gonna ruin your life. You will piss and shit blood for five weeks. Understood?"

All Warren could do was smile forcefully and assure him it wouldn't happen again. Guetry kissed the side of his head and disappeared onto the Ganymede.

—

🌌 Guetry squeezed away from the window, into Varussa, who accommodated him as much as she could until they were practically squashed together against the wall next to Thrive and Warren.

Guetry smiled at her. "Hey there."

She smiled back. "Don't get any ideas."

"Well, it's not my fault those two set a very unattainable mood within this vehicle."

Emnophene rolled her eyes. "Alright, enough."

—

🌌 Thrive and Warren laid in pitch darkness, Thrive's soothing voice making Warren zone in and out, chuckling together at the various stories that painted a picture of a wonderful, goofy obhelian child, and Warren dozed off wrapped in Thrive's arms, saved from his scorching heat by the coolness of the room.

His eyes fluttered open when Thrive whispered his name.

They gazed sleepily at one another, dreamlike, sinking into oblivion.

"I don't want to hurt you," Thrive murmured.

—

🌌 "We're both of the mindset that marriage is pointless, correct?"

Warren leaned against the dresser. "I literally just proposed to you twenty minutes ago, Thrive, pay attention."

Thrive regarded him with an interesting soft expression. "Have you changed your stance on marriage so drastically?"

Warren shrugged. "Maybe not. But...if you'd told me you needed to do it to get out of trouble…" He brought his mug up to his lips. "...Maybe I would've said yes."

"I see."

Thriving: Eternal—

🌌 "We're pickin' up my sister," Mercury said to [Guetry]. "You never met her, did you?"

"Nope. Apparently I got a thing for people in a set of twins though."

—

🌌 Lilori called a vehicle to take them to the shuttle bay, and once on their way to the moon hub, Warren looked at Thrive.

"...I just want you to know that I love you," he said, tentatively breaking the silence. "No matter what happens, no matter what we find out there, I need you to know that I love you. Truly, deeply, from the core of my being."

Thrive turned to him, the despondency and sorrow already very hard to miss within every shadow and line of his face. "...And I love you, th'saiya."

They continued the trip in more silence, Warren's heart pounding a thousand miles a minute within his rib cage.

Thriving: Aurora—

🌌 Something about the phrasing of that sentence jarred Warren into a borderline panic.

"Settle," Thrive murmured, gently shaking his hand to pull him back into focus.

Warren mimicked the meditative breathing Thrive demonstrated for him, and he relaxed enough to close his eyes while Gouna continued to work.

—

🌌 Warren looked at Thrive. "Wanna see if you can knock it down?"

Sussa giggled. "I don't think even he can hurt this building."

"Well," Thrive said quietly. "Now I almost have to knock it down."

"Oh, wonderful. Warren has definitely rubbed off on you too much."

Thrive threw Warren a devious glance behind Sussa's back. "Up to my face on occasion."

Warren let loose a startled squeal, but instantly relocated his thoughts and plastered on an innocent and mildly frenzied smile when Sussa turned to him.

—

🌌 He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, his lungs filling with life. A thread of gold reached out to him, offered itself, and he wrapped himself around it, clutched it tight in his hands. He bathed himself in its glow and he could see Thrive on the other end, lost in meditation. They lay together in the calm, the outer reaches of time and space, fingers locked together and their breathing synchronized into a steady rhythm.

When Warren opened his eyes again, it was morning and he was in bed, hugging his pillow as if he hadn't left at all. He watched through the window as everyone waited by the lake to make their departure, dressed to the nines, and right on cue there was a knock on the door followed by Guetry's jovial voice.

"You ready to get married, Cougar?"

—

🌌 By the time they stopped the ship, only empty, damaged space could be seen ahead. The black hole all but roared in front of them, swallowing everything within reach and leaving less than nothing in its wake. A freezing chill ran down Warren's spine but he shook it off.

"We are three light years away from spaghettification," Scotty said.

"Oh my god," Warren blurted.

—

🌌 Warren nodded. "I'll always be there for you, dude. Even if we drift apart, I'll always consider you my brother."

They watched the stars pass them, Guetry's silence unusually plaintive, until Warren interrupted their respective thoughts again.

"I never did ask you how things went with Adam."

Guetry hesitated, not meeting his concerned gaze, before his mouth curled up into a sad smile. He slowly shook his head, and then he said nothing else.

Warren released a heavy sigh.

—

🌌 "I gotta stop," Warren chuckled. "Or I will literally blow up."

Thrive, who had scrolled through Commander Libra's schematics for the last half hour or so while simultaneously making his way through his own steak, threw a crooked grin his way. "Weakling."

"That's not fair; you've probably been atomizing the food behind those fucking washboard abs before you've even had a chance to digest it!"

"You've found me out," Thrive muttered, only halfway invested in the conversation at that point.

—

🌌 Guetry nodded his agreement. "Please don't...don't give up. It's already the worst thing for us that he's been possessed by the Emmuli, we don't wanna give the universe the power to make it a possibility that he's dead, too. Present company excluded," he added, gesturing to Warren.

Taking a deep breath though his fingers and toes felt frostbitten, Warren closed his eyes. "What do we do?"

"The only thing we can do, my guy," Guetry said in a low voice, suddenly the epitome of focus and quiet fury. "We get our fucking obhelian back."

—

🌌 "And Corin," Warren said quickly before he could hang up. "...You all better come out of this alive."

"No, I'm gonna go die! Fuck you!"

Warren sighed as Corin disconnected. "I hate that kid."

—

🌌 Sudden silence. An instant temperature change. He opened his eyes. Guetry stared right back from the floor of the Ganymede bridge.

A pause settled before Guetry dragged himself to Warren, and Warren crawled to him. They grasped each other tightly, the relief sticking to the back of Warren's throat, and Guetry breathlessly clutched his armor, his face, pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, shivered uncontrollably with the weight of his emotions. He looked into Warren's face and Warren realized there had been real fear there, real pain, and for Guetry's sake, he decided not to understand what that meant.

Thriving: Meridian—

🌌 Warren pulled away from Scot and turned to the door when Thrive dropped a hand on Scot's shoulder and peered directly into his face.

"You are a living thing," he said firmly. "You may not breathe, you may not feel the beat of a heart in your chest, but you are as alive as I am. Never forget that."

Scot remained blank, though the lines on his neck briefly flashed violet as he processed.

—

🌌 He could practically hear Thrive smirking behind him. "Then perhaps we could kill two birds with one stone and perform the experiments in Warren's presence."

Scot looked at Warren. "It could be beneficial to have a witness or a third party…"

"Perhaps as a control?"

"Involve him as well for a baseline reading?" Scot nodded. "That would definitely bolster the results."

"Oh, god," Warren muttered, shifting again.

—

🌌 She loved Warren, and respected him, and wouldn't need convincing that he was remorseful for getting two of her three children killed.

He buried his face in his hands in front of the mirror.

Thrive moved into the bathroom and carefully gripped his shoulders. "Come," he said gently. "I'll help you get dressed."

—

🌌 Thrive towered upward, throwing sound-barrier-breaking blasts of force along with a shimmering shield that spread up, up, up.

The clouds of the supernova grew closer. Venevans began to sob and clutch at each other. Evac volunteers fell to their knees, some bargaining, some cataplectic. Thoeala and Corin clutched each others' hands.

Warren watched Thrive, ears popping. He'd quadrupled the shield, quintupled it. It reached the horizon, he used every ounce of his strength to push it farther out, to encompass the planet's orbit and protect the ships hovering above. The air filled with crackling energy, and sparks emanated from the tendrils of light that formed his hands and fingers.

Veneve's moon caught the brunt of the blast. It crumbled like a clod of dirt, dissolved into the sky. The initial cloud from the supernova hit Thrive's shield with a thundering boom, sending quakes through the ground, through the air. He doubled down, a mass of colors spreading like a jet stream over the shield, and Warren's breath caught in his chest.

WASTE—

🌃 Instead, I plunged my hand into the bag and drew the first gun I could get my claws on—a pistol. They got lucky this time. I aimed the laser right between Oren's eyes, a luminous red dot telling me where that bullet would go. Not that I needed it because even the adrenaline pounding through my veins couldn't have deterred me from my goal.

Oren did startle a little at my sudden movement and the thud of the bag dropping to the ground hard enough to send some of its contents flying, but he didn't appear to be concerned about the wildness in my eyes, or the horrified scream of his conquest directly in his ear as she peeked over his shoulder.

"Settle down, garçon," he muttered, holding the robe closed.

That was a nickname I'd earned somehow just for being French. There were times it could magic me out of my clothes and there were times it could render me to tears when the darkness really decided to corner me. But now, it just sounded dumb. Harsh and grating.

"Actually no, I won't," I said. My voice sounded louder in my own ears than it did coming out of my mouth. God, but that trigger begged me to fire. "I will end you, then her, then me in that order if this chick doesn't get the fuck out of my apartment. Now. Now. Now!"

The girl was already halfway out the door, tripping past me in her haste, her lingerie covering only the bits that mattered. I decided to be courteous and tossed a coat at her as she ran.

"You'd better sit down," I demanded of Oren, jerking the gun in the direction of the couch.

He rolled his beautiful brown-black beetle eyes and let out a sigh, moving to the couch. He tied the robe before he took a seat.

—

🌃 Leaving him was hard.

I almost didn't go through with it, but my voice of reason kindly told me I deserved better.

"You're a bitch if you don't kick his ass to the curb," she said, barely keeping the smoothie she'd just inhaled down her gob from asphyxiating her. "Don't you know he's Satan?"

I pouted at the projection over the screen of my tablet, spinning the mock-up of a new t-shirt design for our band merch floating in front of my face. "But he's so hot, Alec."

"Ew, I'm going to kill you. And he's abusive. You think I'm gonna sit back and watch my spiritual brother get manipulated by a drug dealer?"

"You were okay with it for six years."

"I tried to tell you but you ignored me."

She was right. But that's the way of the abusive relationship, after all, isn't it? Turn the other cheek when people start shit-talking.

"I'm so glad I've never dated a man," Alec said. "Like, no offense, but you all suck."

...That was true, too.

—

🌃 Oren gestured to Alec while pinning me with a surprised and amused smirk. "You gonna let her talk to me like that?"

I shrugged and plugged the tablet into my beat guitar. "She's an adult, she can do whatever she wants. Smoochie-boo, you do you, girl."

Alec stuck her tongue out at Oren, flipped him off with two hands, and flounced with her smoothie into the kitchen.

He snickered and leaned back, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. "Alright. Maybe I deserved that. What's the set for the next gig?"

"Don't pretend you give a shit about my music," I laughed, already halfway into loading the beat guitar with loops from our latest tracks. A couple of favorites, actually—ones Alec had put together and played with pride.

"Hey, I'm trying my best, here." A bit of Oren's levity faded and I desired very strongly to see if I could make it disappear altogether. Before I could, though, he leaned toward me and rapped the instrument on my lap with the tip of a finger. "I'm here, and I'm asking, and I'd actually like you to play me something right now."

I dropped the tablet onto the couch next to me and folded my arms. "How about instead of doing that, you come see a fucking show? Throw a few slats our way, buy a couple shirts, stop being a goddamn deadbeat for once in your life, Altavian?"

Alec "ooh"-ed from the kitchen.

#tag game #y'know it turns out that I actually like my work #go figure???????

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oloreaa · 3 years

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From my garden...

Here if you wanna talk, m'dear

Oh, it's beautiful🥺💕 thank you so much, I think I'll go to bed soon but please know that your messages always make me smile so much, you're the best❤❤❤

#ill try to make heads of my feelings first because its scrambled egg right now😭#right now im a interior fountain lmao i cant really formulate my thoughts so well #thank you though!!#💌#🌌#🌼🌻

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littlenymphie · 3 years

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a nice night

pairing — thor odinson x gn!reader

summary — the reader has depression. it’s one of those bad days, but tonight they find comfort in thor’s presence.

warnings — soft!angst. fluff. hurt/comfort if you squint. depiction of depression, anxiety, and dissociation. numbness. eating. mutual pining between friends. no beta.

one shot — 1.8k wc || 2nd pov || sfw but mdni

disclaimer — this is not meant to romanticize mental illness, but to portray it realistically. by the end of the fic, the feelings of depression have subsided but are NOT implied to be cured. on the contrary. sometimes, some people just make your depression take the backseat of your car, but not entirely leave it.

a/n — so uh. depression fucking sucks. it’s been really hard to do anything really. so i just sat down and wrote what i’ve been feeling and what i’d imagine thor would do with someone who’s feeling that way. like tbh this fic is entirely self indulgent, okay? remember, we do not shame our bad days, nor do we glorify them. they just happen. they don’t define us, but they are a part of us. and of life. like diane nyugen said, “sometimes life's a bitch and then you keep living.”

...yes this is heavily inspired by that fucking show but aRE YOU REALLY SURPRISED OKAY BYE

— 🌌 —

some days you can’t talk. your throat clamps up. your lips part but no sound comes out. sometimes you don’t even notice it’s one of those days. you sit on your bed, or on your sofa, or on your chair, and you stare. sometimes at the tv, most of the times at nothing. your thoughts drift, either pulling you with them or leaving you alone. you can’t tell which you prefer. sometimes, where the thoughts take you overwhelms you, send your skin to crawl and your chest to heave, and only one small voice reminds you to breathe. but when the thoughts leave you behind, the silence is nice at first, and then it deafens you. it spreads across you like a paralytic agent and suddenly you realize how utterly numb you are. how if you took a tooth pick and nicked your skin, you wouldn’t feel a thing. how if anyone said anything to you at that moment, good or bad, you wouldn’t feel a thing. it’s probably why you don’t talk.

and he doesn’t really get it. the god of thunder is a chatter box. he’s always rambling about something and you’d figure he should have already run out of topics by now, but then you remember he’s like a thousand years old and that should probably keep the topics going on for a while. anyways, on those days, you find it hard to latch onto his words. they scramble together into something unintelligible and you feel too bad… no, that’s not the right word. you don’t feel anything… except tired. yes, tired. you feel too tired to tell him.

“afhe oui ay right?”

you blink.

“what.”

“i said, are you alright?”

“oh.”

thor stands at the foot of your bed, his arms crossed and brows knitted. you don’t even remember when he came in, let alone grasp that he was talking, but then again that’s probably why your mind drifted to him. oh. so your thoughts decided to accompany you today. that’s wonderful.

he softly calls out your name, pulling you back to the moment. you realize there’s still a question up in the air.

“um.” you shrug. these days, that’s all you really can offer to people. maybe an occasional mumble.

it’s so tiring.

he looks at you. on any other day, his deep blue eyes would burn your cheeks and drive you to look away, failing to ignore the low chuckle he’d always make. but today, you look back, unaffected, almost bored.

he notices the haze in your eyes.

he’s about to say something when the tv blares behind him, startling the both of you. the screen had been buffering for a bit, but now season ten of project runway plays. since when had you reached season ten?

you turn your attention to the show. and, for a second, it’s like thor has disappeared. it’s just you and the tv. but then, you hear a clearing of the throat and he’s back.

“what are you watching?” he faces the screen, walking back slowly and it dawns on you that he intends to sit on the bed.

“project runway.” you shuffle a bit to give him space. he flops down next to you, which makes the pillows and stuffies bounce a bit. you smile at that, and he catches it before your face falls back to neutrality.

“what’s it about?” he asks, turning to you.

anyone else would have noticed the utter look of adoration on his face, but not you. to be fair, not even on your normal days did you notice, but it’s so painstakingly obvious right now. your heart even flutters for a moment before numbing again. but there is this dull, heavy ache in your chest. it makes you squirm. you chalk it up to the proximity. this is the first time you ever allowed anyone close when you’re feeling like this.

he mumbles your name again as he waves his large (oh wow very large) hand across your face.

you blink, feeling stupid and ashamed. fuck, you did it again.

“yes?” you sheepishly look up at him.

he grins, not mockingly though, just… grins. as if he finds you a bit amusing, but you don’t notice the concern behind it all. you only notice the long blonde tendrils that frame his face, the short beard that accents his jaw, and the blue eyes that pierce you.

your heart thuds in your chest a bit faster. it reminds you of the panics these days sometimes give you and you don’t want them now —absolutely not now, anytime but now— so you advert your gaze and focus on his gentle voice.

he softly repeats the question.

“oh! it’s a show about a competition between fashion designers. every week, they have like a challenge with a theme and some rules and whoever loses has to leave.”

while you explained, he had put his arm around you, pulling you close, his palm settled on your thigh. you didn’t realize until the smell of petrichor flooded your nose and the warmth of his touch lit your skin. the way you sit, slightly turned, with part of your back against some of his broad, muscled chest make your senses go haywire. you’re so aware of his prescence that you finally catch the next question.

“leave… to the death?”

you bite back a laugh, smiling. “no! just back home.”

his lips part in an ��oh’. he’s about to say more when tim gunn’s voice cuts through the conversation.

“all right, designers…”

you shush thor, who obliges with a frown.

“…today’s challenge is called candy couteur, where you all have to include a product on your designs from this lovely delicious candy store that has decided to partner with us this season.”

the scene follows tim and the designers into the candy shop.

“see? the theme’s week is unconventional. it’s so fun to see what these people do with them.”

“are they always unconventional?”

“nope!” you snuggle into him, absent mindedly. but he takes notice. his arm pulls you closer.

the episode continues and the both of you enjoy it in silence, with some comments and questions here and there, until the end credits start to roll.

“urgh!” you huff, “i don’t understand why she didn’t win. the dress was perfect.”

“at least she wasn’t eliminated,” thor counters, smiling. does he ever stop smiling? “and she did make it to the top three, no?”

“i guess.” you huff again.

thor chuckles. “you’re so cute.”

your cheeks burn. instinctively, you look away, not really saying anything. your stomach feels sick with butterflies and you remember how today started and fear how it might end.

“are you hungry?” he asks, preventing you from spiraling into those thoughts.

you frown. you don’t remember the last time you ate. you don’t really feel hungry, or thirsty, or anything for that matter. it’s so hard to shake the numbness.

“i…i guess?” you admit.

“ok.” he gets up, pointing at the screen. “don’t start without me.”

you grumble your reluctant agreement and he laughs.

during the ten minutes that he’s gone, the tv show remains paused while you scroll through your phone. tiktok really knows how to dull the passing of the time.

when he comes back, he holds a tray with a fresh plate of scrambled eggs, buttered toast, slightly burnt bacon, and a side of cut strawberries. he even made coffee. your favorite kind of breakfast. your face lights up a bit until it falls with a frown. is it morning already? you quickly check the clock at your night stand.

“uh, it’s getting pretty late,” you say after taking the tray with a quiet thank you from him. it balances on your lap, your hand gripping the mug tightly to avoid any spilling, as he settles in beside you. “don’t you have a place to be?”

you grimace a bit. you didn’t mean to sound so rude, but thor didn’t seem to take insult.

the coffee hits your lips with just the right temperature. the mocha tastes delightful on your tongue. the drink’s warmth already spreads throughout your body. you didn’t realize how cold you were before.

“i do,” he replies with a small smile, watching you, “and i’m already there.” his eyes twinkle under the moonlight streaming through the windows.

“oh.” you take a bite of the toast. so good. but that’s weird, did he meant here?

“why?” he mumbles, noticing the look of confusion on your face. “would you want me to be elsewhere?”

it’s said without malice, nor judgement. actually, it’s said with a sense of patience and love that echoes throughout each word. he has been speaking in such a low tone today, almost a whisper, which is surprising. you never pegged thor as a man capable of whispering, hell, he never did even on missions. you thought of it like, finally! a flaw! but an endearing one. of course, his flaws are obviously endearing.

you roll your eyes.

“i could leave,” he says quickly, “if that’s what you desire.”

fuck.

“no! no i—” you frantically try to explain yourself. “i got lost in thought again. no, seriously, that’s— that’s not what i desire.”

“then, what is it you truly desire?”

you can’t hold back your laugh. your mind reels back to scenes of your current favorite tv show and it’s just that… thor is anything BUT lucifer.

he smiles, laughing lightly with you, but more out of confusion.

“sorry! that’s just—” you recollect yourself. “it’s just a thing on this show. this guy, lucifer, has the power to draw out people’s desires when he says that. like he looks into their eyes and everything.” you laugh again. “i’m sorry.”

“you don’t have to apologize.” he hums. “i guess we have the next show on the list.”

“i guess we do.” your attention is back on the food at hand and on the still paused tv. you munch on a bacon, offering one to him. he gingerly takes it with a bite, making you giggle.

“but… what is it then?” he says with a mouthful.

you shoot him a look, like seriously?

his lips curl in a smirk. after finishing the piece, he straightens himself and turns to you. his eyes lock with yours. his voice low and guttural. “what is it you truly desire?”

you’re not laughing now. you’re stunned, frozen in place, heart hammering in your chest. fuck, did he have lucifer’s mojo too? you swallow thickly, unable to break eye contact.

“this.”

and it’s the truest thing you’ve ever said.

he nods, grabbing a toast from your plate (you realize he made enough food for the both of you) and looking at the tv. you take the remote, unpausing the show.

now, the marathon truly begins. the both of you sit together, feeding yourselves and occassionally each other, talking about the best and worst designs, laughing and smiling, enjoying the nightfall without much thought of the sunrise.

today might have not been such a good day…

but it’s a nice night.

#꧁ athiawrites ꧂#🌩 thunder daddy 🌩#thor odinson x reader #thor odinson x y/n #thor odinson x you #thor x reader #thor x y/n #thor x you #thor imagine #thor odinson imagine #depressed!reader #gender neutral!reader #gn!reader

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yuichi-ro · 2 years

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ding dong your daily hanma fluff delivered right to your doorstep!

hanma planning, with the help of his son, a date night for you and him just like in the old days. doesn’t matter if his hair is greying, his face is covered in wrinkles or his body being out of shape, he will take you out on dates like it was your first one because even now, pushing 40, he is still so very much in love with you.

comforted and almost lured out of a dark place always tormenting him in the back of his mind, here he is now, alive, 30 years later still holding the same hand.

the years may pass but his affection for you does not. he knows he may not always been the best partner, but despite what people expect of him and had the person they had assigned him to be, he still puts a lot of care and effort into those that truly matter to him.

you and your son. his son, his shining beacon of hope who made him realise so much, now already an adult he couldn’t possibly be prouder of.

the date is exactly how it is supposed to be. a bit messy, not perfect at all but filled with love and laughter all the same.

hanma is not the boy he once was nor the man he thought he would become; he is so much better than either and it is all thanks to you telling him that he can be exactly that.

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date night with dad!Hanma 👉👈🥺 My heart cannot take it 😭

date night that is just a little more stressful than he remembers. Why is this causing him such a belly ache? As teens it was as easy as just getting on his motorcycle and saying stupid shit to see you smile until your cheeks hurt. That left butterflies in his stomach that he'd ride that high for days it seems. Now though nothing seems good enough. Or that he's done it all. He's said every joke. Taken you to every spot he can think of. Wowed you with everything he's got. Now he's worried that after all this you're the one who'll end up bored.

his son doesn't see it. Or get why his father is so concerned. Or keeps asking what you are looking at when you show your kid things on your phone. As far as his kid's concerned his parents are gross and in love. Which is cool now as an adult but made him gag as a kid. So when Hanma keeps asking what might impress you, all his kid can really say is do like he did when you both were dating.

but act like he did when you both were dating? That's a bad idea.

to him all he remembers is the bad shit he did. Focuses on the tears he made you spill bc he was a jackass. The fights that seemed endless. Just the raging hormones and growing up you both did as personalities crashed and love prevailed. Act like he did when you two were younger is off the table.

so he thinks critically. Or at least tries to. About all the dates through the years that did make you smile. When he wowed you and swept you off your feet. He's no mastermind but if he just shoves all the good things into one date, then you'll have to still be in love with him. Right?

and that's where it starts to unravel. Hanma sucks at planning. Gets dates wrong. Misses phone calls. Looses reservations. Worries at the florist. Suddenly can't remember what the perfume is in the cabinet above the sink. You've worn the same scent for over a decade now he's drawing a god damn blank like he has alzheimer's.

when it's all said and done it looks like he pulled it off. That when he finally takes you out things should run smoothly and he can be as suave and easy going as he was when you were younger. Play it off as the cool guy if only things didn't give way to a hiccup and road bump at every turn.

it's the right brand of perfume but wrong scent. The water in the flower arrangement spilled on the two of you. You're laughing making a joke about afterbirth and your son while he's feeling his stomach doing flips. The restaurants was crowded and he hated every second of it and your food was cold. By the end of the night you're both walking home and it looks like it's going to rain. He scrambled to put this together and yet fate is the cruelest inventor of them all. He feels like nothing but a failure bc you aren't acting like you did when you both were kids.

that's when you take his arm. Humming to yourself as the two of you walk. He honestly hadn't even noticed you humming. But he notices the way your hand feels when you slip it in his coat pocket. Warm. Friendly. Tender. Just like how when you were both young. It's enough to snap Hanma back to the moment at hand.

and there you are. Smiling at him. Brimming with joy. A wrinkle here and there sure. Swearing that dealing with him should have given you way more wrinkles than you ended up with. But you're smiling at him, squeezing his hand and leaning into him like how you use to when he took you out for a ride in the middle of the night. That's when those butterflies come back to life in his stomach. Tonight was supposed to give you those feelings and here he is. Greedy. Feeling it all as he stares at you with the most dumbfounded look.

"kiss me."

"what?"

"just kiss me."

in that moment Hanma can't believe he feels like a nervous teenager. Was he even nervous as a teenager? Had he been nervous the first time you kissed? He couldn't even remember at this point. Because right now all he felt was the rawness of his nerves when he leans into you. Kissing you like he'd done as a gangly teenager, as he's done for the past thirty something years and as he's done everyday since you told him that you loved him back. Hanma kisses you like every other day but it feels like one in a million in that very moment.

where everything went wrong in one night. He's reminded all the times it went right. So very right as he holds onto you like a gangly teenager all over again. Kissing the love of his life like his life depends on it. Because maybe it did at one point. Probably really did save his life. For that he has a botched date to show but your smile that makes him feel a thrill like none other. You are the thrill he'll never tire of. Ever.

#rolls myself up in my blanket #sobs violently at this #hanma is shit at dates but he tries ;;--;;#hes shit at a lot of things but he makes you smile and thats enough sometimes ;;--;;#THERE GOES MY HEART AGAIN ARGH #RIGHT IN THE CHEST BABE RIGHT IN THE CHEST #🌌.♡#tokyorev hanma #hanma shuji #hanma shuji x reader

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fisheoctrashdump · 2 years

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🥞 pancake, 🌎 earth, and 🌌 milky way for Grant, pls ❤️🥺👉👈

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

Grant really likes scrambled eggs on jelly toast with some orange juice. simple, questionable, but edible.

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

the world literally or the world as in what's more important to him? I mean either way the answer is yes but-

For a longer answer, Grant is very self sacrificial. He is always putting others ahead of himself, and doesn't put much thought to how it will effect him until it's really uncomfortable. And even then, he's just.. he just sorta deals with it. So for Grant to give up what's most important to him for someone he loves - yes, he absolutely would. Giving up the actual world would be a bit more complicated because he would be weighing countless lives against one person's but ultimately he would make the decision that his loved one is more worth it.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

so the first ideas/inspiration for him was basically just "Damon needs a boyfriend" lol

past that, I decided I wanted Grant to be a guitarist, a hopeless romantic, and I gave him EDS. He only has two out of those three things now. I decided not to make him a musician, and instead focused on developing his love of space and the stars. If anything, he's a bit more of a hopeless romantic now. I have been developing how his EDS affects his everyday life, hopefully a bit better than I initially did. He still doesn't take it as seriously as he should, but I'm planning on, at some point, Grant will be using mobility aids and be more accepting of his limitations.

#ask #grant #hnmp gen2

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spookyboywhump · 2 years

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🤥💥😭👊🥞🍟🍃🌌📣📏📎 for wren, zander and cain! (from the emoji ask game)

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Wren: He’s a really convincing liar, the only problem is that his ears tend to go red when he lies

Zander: He is a really good liar, he only starts to trip over his words when he’s lying about something he’s embarrassed about.

Cain: Absolutely a great liar, no tells whatsoever.

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

Wren: Lmao all of them-

It’s just that he gets really overwhelmed by pretty much all of his emotions and he usually ends up crying over something

Zander: Sadness and grief. He only knows how to transfer it all into anger, and then he ends up pissed off for hours.

Cain: Guilt. He actually feels guilty quite often, he just doesn’t know what to do about it.

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

Wren: Fucking EVERYTHING. He’s happy? He’ll cry. He’s angry? He’ll cry. Really cute things make him cry, sometimes he loves something so much he gets overwhelmed and all he can do is cry. If someone is mean to him he’ll start crying. He just. cries.

Zander: He doesn’t cry that easily, but when he gets really overwhelmed or especially frustrated he’ll start crying.

Cain: He cries a lot easier than he’d like to. Pain makes him cry pretty quickly but also if somebody just says the right thing to hurt his feelings he’ll start tearing up.

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

Wren: Only when it comes to certain people.

Zander: Yeah, more than he would like to be.

Cain: The more pissed off he is the more likely he is to violently lash out at somebody.

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

Wren: Pancakes! With strawberries and whipped cream, that’s his favorite.

Zander: Coco puffs with chocolate milk. Both in the bowl and in a glass on the side.

Cain: A simple breakfast of bacon, scrambled eggs, toast and coffee.

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

Wren: He prefers to cook his own food, you can tell how depressed he is judging by how often he orders food lmao.

Zander: When he moves out, he ends up ordering food more often than not. He didn’t learn to cook when he should’ve.

Cain: He only orders food when he’s especially tired, as he prefers to cook for himself.

🍃 FALLING LEAF - do they enjoy being in nature? what is their favourite outdoor activity?

Wren: He actually does love being in nature! His favorite activity is usually just going out when it rains and looking for worms and frogs and things like that.

Zander: He also enjoys it! He really likes camping, he loves going for hikes and stuff like that.

Cain: He does Not. Too many bugs out there, he really only goes outside for long periods of time if he’s on vacation or something.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Wren: The first thing I decided about him was his red hair. I can’t really remember the exact inspiration for him, I just knew I wanted him to be smaller than Zander and more docile. He still turned out kinda feral at times-

Zander: He was mostly inspired by general defiant whumpee tropes and werewolves lmao. Like he was supposed to be a werewolf so a lot of his behavior and his appearance comes from that. Also I probably subconsciously got his appearance from Keith from Voltron. he was one of my faves so. even though i hadn’t even thought about voltron for a few years before making him. The first thing I decided for him was that he was gonna be fucking ANGRY

Cain: I think Cain was vaguely inspired by Jumin Han from Mystic Messenger. Like just a little bit. But that was more the OG version of Cain and died off after a while and got put into Nicholas. The first thing I decided about him was that he was a goddamn asshole, not just in the fact that he’s a whumper but like. He was just a fucking bitch lmao.

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

Wren: He’s actually generally a quiet person, but the more excited he gets the louder he gets. He doesn’t have an official voice claim yet, there was a suggestion but I cannot for the life of me remember the name at the moment, I was just seriously considering it.

Zander: He’s only loud when he gets really angry. He speaks pretty normally I guess? He swears A LOT though, no matter his mood.

Voice Claim

Cain: He’s often very loud, but he tries to tone it down. He tends to speak more properly when he’s at work and more casually when he’s around his pets or at the fights.

Voice Claim

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

Wren: He likes to sit on his balcony just to watch people on the ground walk their dogs

Zander: This man would kill and die to have a motorcycle

Cain: He read all the Twilight books, he fucking loved them. Not because he thought they were good, he thought they were hot garbage, but oh did they entertain him.

📏 RULER - is your oc well educated? where did they get their learning from?

Wren: He went to public school, usually in rougher areas. He was always a star student though and he was usually in advanced classes, even taking college level courses in his final years of high school.

Zander: He also went to public school but in a much better area, he definitely got lucky there as his schools always had the best programs and resources. Similar to Wren he was a great student, and he was taking mostly AP classes in high school. He’d always been best at math and science.

Cain: He was home schooled up until he was in middle school, at which case he was shipped off to an expensive boarding school every year until he graduated. He was a good student in the sense that he understood things quickly and aced all his tests, he just hated doing class work. He also took some online college courses after graduating high school.

#oc stuff #wren #zander #cain #sorry this took me so long!#but i had fun #thankie uwu #prettyboyarts

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this is for Shira (or any of your OCs you wanna answer): 🌙🙈🌏🌌🔪👖🔫

Ooh, okay okay, Shira Ataru : 🌙 : What is their greatest wish? How far are they willing to go for it?

I think out of all my OC’s, Shira has the least ambitious personality out of most of them. She’s not an adventurer like the others, she doesn’t have a grand quest to carry out and she doesn’t want to go looking for one either, at least, not without reason. She has people that she cares about and needs to care for and she can’t do that if she’s gone. I’d say her greatest wish is to find her place in life; a place where she can simply be happy. She’s not the most material kind of person; she’d be happily content with running a quaint establishment and having a small but cozy home for herself. And while she (probably) wouldn’t kill to get there, she’ll keep her chin up in face of hardships. However, putting on a mask like that gets heavy after a while.

🙈 : What’s a side of your OC that they don't want to show other people?

Many people close to Shira know her as a calm and collected individual who’s shy at times and tries not to draw too much attention to herself, but very rarely, if someone she cares about is threatened, she can and will quickly escalate and step in, very often jumping straight to... forceful persuasion. Protecting her own is just a natural response for her, even if it comes to getting physical, she just fears that if the people she cares about see that side of her, they’ll see her differently, or even worse, fear her.

On another note, people often look to her as the cool, calm, and collected individual with a level-head, and to some degree, she is, but that doesn’t mean that that’s truly how she feels all the time. Like I said, a mask like that get heavy after a while and that façade can falter after a while. It’s okay, she’ll let it out when no one’s looking.

🌏 : Will they give up the world for someone they love? Is this decision easy for them?

HELL. YES. She absolutely would. To her, when she loves and forms a relationship with someone, they simply become her world. It’s... just how she grew to love others. Or maybe it’s how she herself would want to be loved. She’d definitely put some thought into it before leaving, but the decision probably wouldn’t take long.

🌌 : What was the inspiration behind your OC? What was the first thing you decided about them?

Oh my, it’s been a long while since I thought about her origins, aha. She’s my longest running OC, after all. But I think her whole schtick and design all sprouted from the concept of her ability, that being her blood that heals others. I remember it came from the thought of “a vampire, but in reverse.” After I thought of that ability for her, her whole design followed, red eyes and accompanying white hair. White, red, and black was always my favorite color palette and I guess Shira is where that started? It’s funny to think about actually lol

🔪 : How do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? Do they put themselves at blame? If it’s injury on the spot, she will scramble to heal the other by any means necessary, which, regarding her power and blood that heals, would mean going to some lengths that some people would consider extreme. But to her, it’s fine, it’s simple pain that she’s felt before and to her, that physical pain of healing another would pale in comparison to the feeling of losing someone she loves. And, considering the potent healing properties she possesses, she would definitely blame herself, thinking that she personally could not save the person she lost.

👖 : What is their go-to outfit?

Button-up white dress shirt and black pants or jeans. Long sleeves are a go-to. And if there’s one thing she loves when it comes to styling, it’s the many ways she styles her head of long hair. She has a lot of it, so there’s a lot of different things she can do with it. Her favorite though is tying up the back with a red ribbon; clean and simple.

🔫 : Do they trust people easily? How easily will they turn their back to someone? Have they been backstabbed before? Will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

Shira... well, she tries to put at least a little bit of trust in new people, if not just for her friends’ sake, but she has a keen guard around her that she always puts up and if there’s even one thing that trips her social senses, she can and will keep that person a good distance away. She’ll observe their behavior and step in if the person were to ever turn sour. She’s seen a great share of people that’ve hurt her or her friends and she simply does her best to either make sure it doesn’t happen again or does her best at controlling the damage that less-than-stellar strangers will do on her or the people she cares about. And finally, loyalty and trust are virtues that she values heavily. She’d rather she be dragged through the mud than to betray a loved one.

#ocs #shira

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jessicatredes · 2 years

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💥👪💤🥞🍟🙈🌌✂️ 👖🔥💓💚 for alice & abel 💕💕🐛 (off-topic but omg i love your heart cursors 🥺)

thanks for sending!! also the cursor is from here :-)

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

alice: she doesn't know how to control her grief or sadness very well. she typically will bury it until it's unmanageable, have a good cry, and then pretend it didn't happen and move on.

abel:

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

alice: alice's parents (damian & octavia) are part of caesar's legion, so she doesn't see them anymore. she also had an older brother who passed away before she was born, but her middle name is his first (sawyer).

abel: abel is married to briar rose, has an imp companion named cain (hehe), and lives on his parent's (isaac + lilith) cattle ranch. he also has a younger brother named garrett who is a bard :-)

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

alice: alice will conk tf out after a long day of work. she had trouble sleeping when she first left the legion, since the ambient/white noise was so different in town, but she's good now.

abel: when he's home on the ranch, yes, but when he's adventuring/working, no. he doesn't let himself fall into a deep sleep since he typically takes second watch at night.

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

alice: not really comfort, but she really likes having toast lol

abel: as a kid, lilith would make cinnamon rolls on special occasions. so those and typical scrambled eggs + toast

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

alice: she mainly likes cooking her own food, but will sometimes stop and eat on the strip.

abel: this is more so a joke w the other players in abel's campaign, but when in town him and the others ALWAYS get ice cream lol. he isn't much of a cook, so he either eats in town or whatever druid makes on the road.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - what's a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

alice: she doesn't usually like mentioning being born into the legion, especially around ncr members. even though she's no longer there, people react poorly more often than not.

abel: he is literally in an illegal, weapons & drug dealing gang while also working as a cop/detective. he would prefer if neither sides knew about this :-)

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

alice: her name was inspired by alice in wonderland, since i was reading it when i did a playthrough of new vegas with her. she originally was fully sided with the legion, but i changed her to independent/follower's of the apocalypse.

abel: ik there was something that made me think of his gang/cop background, but i literally can't remember. his aesthetic was inspired by clint eastwood, and specifically this photo. i named him abel before i gave him an imp companion, and i thought it'd be funny to name him cain after the brothers' story (cain will not be hitting with abel with a rock however, he's his human dad basically)

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

alice: alice is generally neutral/chaotic good. she is skeeved out by anyone hardcore in the ncr due to their water/resource hoarding, and obviously anyone with purposeful ties to the legion. she doesn't really need to cut people off tho since she only has a handful of close friends.

abel: when he was younger, anyone who talked shit about his brother would 1) get their ass beat and 2) completely ignored afterwards.

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit?

alice: cowboy boots, jeans, old t-shirt, and either flannel or denim jacket! she burns easily so she always has some kind of cover + hat when she's outside.

abel: he has elven armor with a rose over his heart (for briar <3), and he wears a shawl & cowboy hat on top of it!

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

alice: hero complex. she feels like she needs to take on everyone's problems and fix the entire wasteland. if she learned how to say no, she could focus more on herself and found family.

abel: he is a huge liar while also sometimes forgetting how much he's let on with certain people! he constantly has to think over his words when discussing his main job with party members.

💓 BEATING HEART - what gets their heart racing?

alice: clownass swank 🤦 he's flirting and pet names apparently work on her and arcade DOES make fun of her for it 🙄

abel: since being in the scorch, he's only been able to go home when druid's cast a teleport spell like twice. seeing briar for the first time in months both those times made him nervous and happy.

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

alice: two of her favorite things are to watch the sunset with raul, or sit with arcade while he reads aloud. she feels comforted by just sharing space with her friends without necessarily having to do anything.

abel: cain brings him a lot of comfort, since he's the only person from home he gets to see on a daily basis. also hearing cain clown on druid for no reason other than he's a little jackass <3

#yes all of abel's family has biblical names no i will not explain #oc abel and jaeger 🤝 having suspicious biblical context #daytona can only high five them bc her religious stuff makes sense to fallout 3 lmao #thank u for sending!! i haven't done oc stuff in forever and i miss it :'-)#myocs*#oc: alice macon #oc: abel

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