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unremarkablehouse · 5 months ago

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Pet Names

MSR | PG | WC 990 | AO3

Summary: Mulder and Scully aren’t the only names these two dorks call each other. Ch1, Ch2

Tagging: @today-in-fic

“Yes, Dear..”

Dripping with sarcasm and said as a retort to Scully’s frustrated plea that Mulder use a glass instead of drinking straight from the carton; it inadvertently became the first term of endearment Mulder had used on Scully since the change in their relationship status.

“No, Dear…”

Filled with sass and condescension in response to Mulder’s suggestion of a romantic weekend hunting Bigfoot; Scully’s derisive retort fanned the flames for terms of endearment to be used as an ongoing joke throughout their relationship.

And so, “Honey”, “Sweetie”, “Tiger”, “Dear”, would all be used interchangeably to lovingly mock and tease each.

The times when Scully asked for Mulder’s help on fixing an appliance; “Oh Honey, it has to be plugged in for it to work.”

The times Mulder bumped his knees on cabinets or furniture; “Oh Sweetie, did the cabinet jump out at you?”

Regardless of who was being mocked with the pet name their responses were generally the same; an eye roll, tongue poked out or flipping the middle finger.

At some point they forgot that the pet names were meant to only be used sarcastically and found they also naturally came out when they were comforting or grateful to one another.

Mulder when finding a sniffling Scully on the couch.

“Aww Honey, don’t get up. Just rest and I’ll make you some tea.”

“Thank you, Sweetheart.”

Never said in public, these terms of endearment were a part of their own private lexicon that they guarded amongst themselves.

Scully was always amused by the way Mulder co-opted every nickname that had ever been given to her by another person immediately after hearing it. Any time one came up incidentally, he immediately jumped at the chance to use it on her. “Scout”, “Shooter”, “Squirt”, “Starbuck”, were just a few he’d heard and tested out. Scully couldn’t begrudge him this eccentric trait as he always used them with the highest affection, but ultimately reverted back to Scully.

Mulder’s resemblance to an excitable Golden Retriever leant himself to Scully calling him a “Good Boy,” as a term of endearment when he surprised her by listening or did something she approved of. The giant grin on his face whenever she praised him was irresistible and so it perpetuated the term of affirmation throughout their relationship.

“Good girl,” said only in the bedroom on penalty of friendly fire, Scully’s body betrayed her own fierce feminine values. The drop of her heart and rush of excitement she felt when Mulder uttered the words became part of the complex choreography that was their mating ritual. Not exactly a pet name, Mulder often thought of an old university parody; ‘when she was good, she was very, very good. But when she was bad she was erotic.’ He loved his bad girl just as much as the good one and every variation in between.

Scully wasn’t sure exactly how or when Mulder found out that her Confirmation name was Theresa, but he definitely made her regret it. Whenever Scully cursed or told an off color joke, Mulder would pretend to clutch at invisible pearls and cry out “Theresa,” in a feminine scandalized (and vaguely Southern) voice. At first, this ongoing bit made her begrudgingly smile, but then he did it around her siblings and cousins- so her family got in on the joke. One Christmas a young Mathew happened to witness Mulder doing it and then proceeded to imitate him and cry out “Theresa” every time Scully addressed him. Scully’s attempts to correct Mathew and have him call her “Aunt Dana” were futile, a five year old Matty yelling back “Theresa”, spurred on by all the adults who were unable to contain their laughter every time he did it. Despite receiving the silent treatment from Scully on the ride home, Mulder maintained that it was totally worth it and still laughed with her family over the incident.

It was around that time Scully had her friends and family start calling Mulder by his first name. Without a word being uttered on the subject, Mulder knew it was some form of penance. However, Mulder’s aversion to being called Fox had waned significantly since being with Scully. He loved the way she said his name and felt it had somewhat been reclaimed.

“I love you, Fox Mulder,” would be said as part of a dramatic declaration by Scully, often after life threatening situations, always after he handed her a bowl of ice cream. He loved it when she panted his full name in bed, her declaration ensuring there was no ambiguity as to who she was with- who was responsible for her pleasure. Purred into his ear, Fox became a nickname of its own, and he relished every time she used it.

However, there was one version of his name that could stop Mulder dead in his tracks. When Scully called him “Fox William Mulder,” his blood turned cold and he knew he was in for it. He wasn’t quite sure when or where she picked this trick up, but if Scully uttered his full name Mulder knew he better watch his next moves and words very carefully. Fortunately for him, Scully didn’t abuse this power, but there was an awareness that she had it in her back pocket if need be.

As for Mulder, he began to use ‘Dana’ more often when addressing Scully right before they started dating. ‘Dana’ was favored for intimate conversations, but he liked to alternate between Scully and Dana in bed.

Regardless of the monikers Scully adopted along the way; aliases and titles alike, in his heart Mulder knew that she would always be his Scully. Just as he would always be her Mulder.

#txf #the x files #Msr #txf fanfic #fox mulder #dana scully

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carb0n-m0n0xid3 · 8 days ago

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The Forest's Safekeeping

Hey yall, I wrote a story :3

dunno if ive posted it here before cuz of my stupid autistic goldfish memory, but here it is

I ALSO DONT LIKE THE NAME PLEASE GIVE IDEAS PLEASE PLEAES

anywho, here ya go! ejniy :3

It was an ordinary day for the centaur, locked up in his cell with thick, cold chains rubbing his skin raw. He had grown used to such troubles though, as he had others far worse to deal with in this harsh facility. He had long forgotten his old life, practically raised by these cruel conditions since being abducted nearly two decades ago.

“Subject 70424!” called Dr. Shridener, a scientist, hitting his cell door with her clipboard to wake him. She had done so successfully, watching his fright with an annoyed expression.

He awoke startled, stretching up from the old dirty mat he had called a bed, dusting off his medical robe. He had wished so dearly to wake with the rising sun rather than by someone inhumane screaming orders at him. But as of now that was just a silly dream, perhaps once a distant, fading memory.

“Yes, ma’am” he anxiously muttered, hesitantly approaching the cell’s door. He held his lanky arms out to her through the bars, guessing she'd want to see the progress of his healing skin grafts.

“Ahh” Dr. Shridener said with some hope, snatching the centaur’s arm in a tightening grip, causing a few light winces to escape him. She hummed whilst observing the old scarring, though her smile faded with disappointment. It was unfortunate for her to see the start of an infection along the site of the grafted skin that his own had rejected.

“Another failure, I see..” she hissed, releasing his arm from her grasp. The centaur retreated back with a flinch, watching her scribble some notes on her clipboard. He sighed, knowing this meant more tests and procedures. Why were they even doing this, seeing what skins are compatible with his own? He had no clue, but surely he would find out in the future.. right?

He was then transported by Dr. Shridener towards the medical bay, though already knew the way by heart from the amount of times he had gone. Down the hall and take a right, down that long hall… then past the dreaded “extermination chambers”. He never dared to think of what was done there, fearing for his life each time he was near that section of the facility. It was occasional to hear the wails of innocent creatures from within, though he tried to ignore such terrorizing sounds of annihilation.

Once in the bay, the centaur was guided to a room, knowing what would happen within. Eventually another scientist came in to conduct the procedures on him, one whose name tag read “Dr. Favela”.

He entered without a greeting, a rather stern, plain look on his face. He adjusted his gloves and brought out a kit, one all too familiar to the centaur. From within the kit, he drew out some appliances, preparing anesthesia to momentarily sedate him. The poor creature had grimaced, still uneasy at the sight of needles despite how often he had seen them.

He inhaled sharply as the needle penetrated him, slowly numbing his frail skin with its liquids within. His eyes began to grow heavy, faltering and shutting once succumbing to the substance.

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A few weeks had passed since the operation, the centaur’s arm currently bandaged with gauze, cleaned daily with painful antibiotics. He could barely sleep with the agony, though whenever he managed to, it never completely satisfied his fatigued state. He dreamt daily of the wilderness, clips and blurs of his past memories blended together. He was tired of these same cold gray walls, the thick bars containing him, and heavy chains that prohibited freedom, or even slight movement.

“Subject 70424!” yelled Dr. Shridener, once again slamming her clipboard on the cell door. The centaur awoke with a shudder, already forgetting the sweet serenity of his fantastical dreams. He approached, the chains clanking along the floor as he trotted a short distance to her, rolling up the grimy sleeves of his robe to reveal his bandaged arm. She unwrapped the gauze with one gloved hand, the other holding his arm tightly.

He watched her with a growing sense of anxiety, as Dr. Shridener was never one to smile, even less one as wide as this. He glanced down to his arm, seeing the patch of grafted skin beginning to heal with his own. It.. worked? After all this time, it finally worked?

“Dr. Favela will be thrilled when he sees this..” she said, releasing his arm and grabbing her clipboard to write down the information, unable to wipe the grin from her face.

The centaur sighed shakily, not really knowing how to feel about this. The graft worked, but now what? What were they going to do with this? With him? As of now he was just led back towards the medical bay, taking the mundane route towards the room. He followed Dr. Shridener down the hall and to the right, watching her strides. He was led forward and past the extermination chambers, feeling that same uneasy feeling in his gut.

She was the first to enter the room, glancing around with the same smile.

“Dr. Favela~ Oh doc-”

“I am busy.” he snapped, turning in his chair from his computer. His expression was the same as always, dull and tiresome. After glancing between the two he sighed and rolled his eyes, turning back to his computer.

“The grafts worked” Dr. Shridener said, pulling the centaur in and revealing his arm to the scientist.

At this Dr. Favela finally perked up, leaving his chair to observe the arm. The centaur couldn't understand what the whole deal was with his skin grafts. Sure, it was different and interesting, but why did they need this information? What would they do to him? Being lost in thought he missed their conversation, but knew he was going to go somewhere different.

This time he was led through the facility by Dr. Favela, following the man closely. The path taken had trailed throughout the building, finally ending at two towering doors. The centaur shuddered at the sight, entering the cold room. There were several machines, ones he did not recognize, and have never seen before.

“Come” said Dr. Favela, motioning for him to approach one of the benumbed machines.

“They are just larger, modified CAT scans and X-rays” he said in a monotone voice, seemingly annoyed at the centaur’s fear.

“But I suppose you know nothing about machines, due to your lack of knowledge.”

The centaur approached with dreadful submission, shaking with fear at what might go wrong. The scientist was right, he didn't know what these machines were, or what they even did. But he listened to the instructions, finding out that getting these “scans” as Dr. Favela says, was a pretty easy, harmless task.

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After nearly two months of scans and blood work, the centaur was finally deemed “ready” for a plan.. one he still wasn't informed of. All he knew was that it was a surgical procedure, but that only terrified him further.

“Oh Subject 70242” Dr. Shridener called, this time waking him without the whacking of her clipboard on the cell door. It was abnormal for the centaur to see her in such a positive state, but he stood and approached still, heart racing in a fretful manner.

She had gathered him and led him to another new area, going straight down the hall from his cell. The walls seemed to fade from a bland gray to a soft blue, bringing a sense of serenity to the centaur, though he was still troubled at this uncertainty.

They had finally approached a pre-op room, about four other staff within the area. Dr. Shridener gave orders to the nurses before leaving, the four now glancing over to the centaur. They began to approach, some holding needles and others disinfectants. He failed to back away, bumping into the wall while nervously clutching his medical robe’s sleeves.

“What's going on?” the centaur finally sputtered, feeling an uneasiness deep within himself.

“SPOS? Surgical Process of Separation? Did they not tell you?” One nurse said, rolling her eyes as she paused. Another had begun to approach the centaur, raising the needle in his hand closer to the shaking creature.

They were going to separate his.. what? He could barely think straight when informed of this operation. How would he be after? They are posing a major risk to his life, just to see what might happen? Just to make him “normal”? He froze in his spot, clutching his chest as the four came closer. This was it. His life could all end here if he did nothing. Was there anything he could even do?

The centaur glanced about the room, searching his surroundings for anything useful. He had seen a medkit on the counter beside him, throwing it at the nurses as a quick distraction before bolting out of the room. His hoofbeats echoed throughout the halls, nearly matching with the speed of his racing heart. He could only try to focus on escaping, fleeing from this inhumane facility as horrid questions flooded his head. Why would anyone propose such an idea? Is that why they needed the scans? The successful grafts? What if he gets captured? Would they return him for the surgery, or worse, extermination?

Alarms began to blare throughout the building, red lights flashing as a voice came upon the speakers:

“SUBJECT 70242 ATTEMPTING AN ESCAPE, HEADING TOWARDS SOUTH-EAST LOBBY.”

The centaur could already hear the sounds of security approaching, their footsteps growing louder as he rounded the corner, seeing the emergency exit just ahead. Closer and closer he got, heart pumping at speeds he never knew were safe, spreading fear and terror throughout his frail body.

“STOP RIGHT THERE” He heard guards yell, running towards with guns aimed at him. But he continued on, disregarding their threats. His breath grew quick as he raced down the hall, finally bursting through the emergency door with gunshots echoing behind him, some just skimming the hems of his robe.

The night's cool air refreshed the centaur for a brief moment, something he hadn't felt in forever. He threw off the robe while darting throughout the lot, seeing a dense forest just ahead. His throat burned and his lungs ached, but he persisted, hearing the shouts of others fade behind him. The thoughts of being captured continued to fill his mind, fueling his terrorizing dread and perseverance to keep on racing through the forest.

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He took a shaking breath, watching the sun slowly rise with its glory. A widening smile began to grow on the centaur’s face, the first genuine smile he had experienced in a very long time.

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liyawritesss · 10 months ago

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ɪɴꜱᴏᴍɴɪᴀᴄ!ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

Characters: Peter Parker, Mary-Jane “MJ” Watson, Harry Osborn, Miles Morales

Type: Headcanons

Synopsis: General headcanons for the main protagonists of Insomniac’s Spider Man 2 on PS5.

Warnings: probs some cursing somewhere, and ofc spoilers for the spiderman 2 game! You’ve been warned!!!

A/N: This game is definitely up there as one of the best games I’ve seen/played in 2023, so it wouldn’t be right for me to go into 2024 and still not have much written for it; so I’m correcting that! Take this as a spoiler for those who have not finished playing the game/watching a full gameplay of it to the end.

Tags: @6-noir @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @jacuzziwaters @mbakuetshurisprincess @shuriszn @verachii @writingintheshadowsforever @cafehyunji @niyahwrites @marsfunzon22 @briology @honeybleed @romiantic @onlyperc @starsoirees @yasminisbroke @asensitivecookie @kdyance @sussybaka10 @famedrs-blog @milesismyhubby @foreclosure--of--a--dream @ykimobessed @soilmayo

Peter Parker

Oh poor Peter, he’s just got so much going on. With Aunt May and the house, him tryna find a stable job, his relationship with MJ, and now prioritizing his friendship with Harry, he’s being pulled in so many different directions it’s honestly dizzying!

There’s so much going on in his life that I wouldn’t be too surprised if he developed some anxiety around it. Like we know Peter for being this quirky, goofy kid who’s got hella jokes and can rock your ass in a science test, but when he’s alone, the turbulence of his life gets to him a little. And it’s not like he can let anyone really know - he’s Spiderman for crying out loud! If he goes down, who knows how the rest will take it.

And of course the Venom Symbiote doesn't make things any better - Pete’s whole acting like an ass thing wasn’t intentional by no means necessary, but I think that would also play into his anxiety as well. He doesn’t want to ever hurt his friends the way he did with that symbiote in him - they’re the last thing he has.

On a completely not depressing note, I feel like having the house to himself gives Peter the opportunity to really figure out his own aesthetic. Sure, he’s the cute nerdy heartthrob guy, but he wants to expand himself! I feel like he wouldn’t be into the super modern high tech home decor that’s been sweeping through every interior designers palette - I see him as a mix of warm country house vibes (courtesy of Aunt May), with a hint of the technological advantages that he’d implement into certain appliances and spaces (*coughcough* at home lab *coughcough*) and a finishing touch of midcentury modern for a pop of color….it won’t stop him from being a bit of a slob though unfortunately.

Mary-Jane “MJ” Watson

If i were her I’d be one critique away from giving Mr. J.J.Jameson a taste of his own desk, because oh my god the self-centeredness he possesses makes me want to vomit. But it’s a good thing I’m not, and our darling redhead angel has enough patience to deal with him for the sake of a bag - I applaud her for that.

I know a lot of people don’t like the MJ segments in the game but i actually appreciate them! Shows that she’s not just a pretty face that Pete falls in love with you know? And I like to think she actually likes the moments she gets to take down the Hunters because it makes her feel like a badass - which she totally is!

As a destresser from being a prime member of the Spider Team (yes, I’m claiming them as the Spider Team since Spider Squad is already taken) and her journalism job, I’d like to think she’s into something so niche like jewelry making - specifically little charm bracelets that she gifts to the others. Yknow, on some ‘friendship lasts forever’ type shit.

Also in her freetime she has writing projects on the side that she wouldn’t consider viable enough to send in as a story, but just fun little stories she’ll write for the hell of it. There’s nothing too specific about them, but they also serve as a way to track how her writing is progressing, and she’s in a group of beta readers of sorts that give her feedback on how much better she’s getting.

Another poor boy that just has way too much on his hands, good lord. Granted, I never saw the hype around Harry, but I think after this adaptation of him I might be warming up to him a little bit.

Harry Osborn

Getting on the bandwagon of adopting new hobbies, I see Harry as getting into drawing, especially during the period in which he doesn’t have the suit. Since his health is deteriorating and he isn’t able to be as mobile as he would like, he needs something to keep his mind and hands busy. And drawing does the trick for him. He starts off with just basic drawings like items in his room, but he advances very quickly and starts drawing portraits of himself and MJ, who spends a lot of time taking care of him. He symbalso sketches a picture of him and Peter when they were in highschool over and over again, especially when he runs out of muses.

Harry also spends a lot of his time thinking. Thinking about his life thus far, his friends, the legacy he wants to leave behind. He doesn’t just want his last name attached to something to make it great - he wants to earn his keep and his place in society. It was the whole reason he started the Emily-May Foundation; it would have been his mark on the world, and yet, here he was, tied down to his bed once again. Then again, who knows if the symbiote would have done the same to himself, had he let his own convictions get too far?

Considering what happens at the end of the game, though, I suppose we won’t ever know…until the next installment that is.

Miles Morales

Why are there so many poor boys in this game? Like I got enough sympathy to go around but Jesus save these guys!!!

He is a HEAVY romantic, especially when it comes to Hailey (so so SO happy he got his girl in the end was rooting for them so hard in his game). He plans their dates according to the mode and vibe of the day, whatever the two are feeling, whatever is mentioned in fleeting conversations, etc. He’s in love and proud of it!

He’s getting better at dividing up the attention to the important people in his life, as well as school and his Spiderman duties. Sundays are for him and his mom to lounge in their pajamas and catch up with each other on the weeks events; he hangs with Ganke throughout the week and sometimes goes out with him to science expo’s every now and then. He’ll pop up on Hailey whenever she’s in the neighborhood and just sits and chills with her (and if she’s working on a street piece, even better! He’s her no. 1 supporter!)

He, Peter and Ganke get into rubix cubes competitions to see who can complete the rubix cube the fastest. Right now Ganke is ranked number one and Peter and Miles are tied for second place, but they’re getting another, more difficult cube to compete again soon.

He’s got a big heart, and knowing the effects of everything that’s happened with Harry, Miles makes it a point to check in with Peter every now and then. He’s lowkey worried that if the older Spiderman’s worry for his best friend doesn’t do him in, then somehow the effects of the Venom symbiote on Peter’s psyche will turn him cold again, and that doesn’t end well at all. He does this well with MJ, and they talk frequently on how they can be better support for Pete and Harry in the aftermath of everything that’s happened.

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request!

#black reader #black tumblr #black marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x black!reader #spiderman #black spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman x black!reader #insomniac spiderman #spiderman 2 ps5 #spiderman miles morales #peter parker #mary jane watson #mj watson #harry osborn #miles morales #spiderman 2 headcanons #spiderman headcanon

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eclipse-song · 9 months ago

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TOTALLY NOT PRESIDENTS CHOICE ROASTED RED PEPPER DIP RECIPE

If there is anyone out there like me who is insane and drinks down a tub of this shit in a day so finds the $5 price tag, then you're in luck because I'm crazy enough to have replicated it at home as close as I possibly could so that I could save money and eat as much as I wanted.

WHAT YOU WILL NEED FOR THIS RECIPE:

1 red bell pepper (You will be roasting this)

1 cup of mayonnaise

1/2 cup of sour cream

1/4 tsp garlic powder (honestly this is an estimation you can go crazy if you want and eyeball it)

1/4 tsp onion powder

1/2 tsp paprika

a dash of lemon salt (the back of the package said citric acid which I did not have so I just added a bit of lemon salt and didn't notice a difference)

Appliances:

Food processor of some kind (a blender might also be able to work, I haven't tested that yet), something to roast red peppers with

Instructions:

What you're gonna do now is roast a red pepper. Or buy some. But I roasted one. I tossed that shit in the oven at 450 F with some olive oil and salt and they came back out smelling yummy delicious. Pick your poison on that one, just make sure it's around the equivalent of at least 1 red pepper. Then you are going to toss EVERYTHING into your food processor or blender (if anyone actually tries this then lmk if that works). Blend until smooth and enjoy. That's it. That's all it takes. Eat it with some bread, crackers, pita, whatever you like. Fuck Galen Weston and his expensive ass red pepper dip that tastes so good. You just made more than that 226 g tub has AND you saved a few bucks.

As a note: I would recommend letting the peppers cool a little bit before this step but that's just me. Make sure you also peel the skin off of them if you're roasting them at home.

#the good stuff #recipe #fuck galen weston #food

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publicaccessgirl · 1 month ago

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Do you know in TV shows or movies when a doctor shocks a patient and they thrust their chest into the air

You mean like a defibrillator? I'm pretty sure that happens irl too

I got electrocuted once. Not as strong as a defib obvs cos that's designed to start or stop a heart. I was getting a test and tag license so I could tell if electronic appliances were safe (it was a job hunt thing) and in the training session the guy electrocuted a few of us. I've spoken to others since who also did a test and tag and they all say that that's fucking crazy and they've never heard of an electrician intentionally electrocuting someone. He had it set pretty mild tho it was alright

I've also touched electrocuted fences, the kind that just pulse to electricity to keep sheep from poking their heads through. I think that's a fun sensation. I don't know if that's why you're asking about defibs but that's what you made me think of!

#medical

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testingandtaggingsydney · 9 months ago

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Appliance Testing and Tagging

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000marie198 · 2 years ago

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The Tails Squad being bored. Is a problem for whatever world they happen to be in.

All the appliances are in shambles, Sonic has been a test subject target of all the Tails testing their theories. They end up playing laser tag in the town's square or the jungle, wherever they are. Too many drones. Too many holographic clones. They're all cheating but who can stop em

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twinclownsoflotuspiers · 1 year ago

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WIP GAME! ASK ME ABOUT MY WIPS!

Tagged by @satonthelotuspier. Thank you for the tag! (sorry for the delay, I kept forgetting to do this)

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you asks with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I have....way too many. Also my wip titles are all either ambiguous, tropes or merely the ship names. Will list down the names of the wips I'm determined to write no matter how late.

Chengxian Tokyo Ghoul verse (MDZS)

JC's Thighs (MDZS)

Ace Danmei Day JC pov (MDZS)

Chengxian fox!WWX AU (MDZS)

ChengQingXian multichapter (MDZS)

CQX - Flowers and Love Language (MDZS)

Fate Wangyu sequel (MDZS)

Mafukana, ghost (Project SEKAI)

Mafukana, OWN verse (Project SEKAI)

BaekChen - Shall We, My Dear (EXO RPF)

AeLumi comm piece (G.I)

EulAmberLei nonsexual domming (G.I)

EuLei Veluriyam Mirage (G.I)

Kaeluc Seelie fic (G.I)

Kaeluc Siren fic (G.I)

Kaeluc weird kitchen appliances (G.I)

KLK Aceweek fic (G.I)

kaelumiluc pwp (G.I)

Rosaria/Diluc vigilante shit (G.I)

War aftermath fic (G.I)

Diluc as a test subject (G.I) [erm.....don't perceive me]

Why do I have so many wips? someone stop me. Thankfully most of them are gonna be short. Only the highlighted ones are long projects. Still too many... Ask me stuff about them, the more I talk the more I'll be motivated to write

Tagging just my moots mostly. Please don't feel obligated to do this <3 whoever i haven't tagged that wants to join can also join | @galexibrain @just-gals-being-pals-but-gay @vernoope @asideoftrashplease @holy-rarepairs-batman @feralpussylover

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carb0n-m0n0xid3 · 17 days ago

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Dear God, this took forever to write

Ok so, I made a short story to submit into a writing contest (maybe). I am still deciding whether to put in that story or poems (as that is the choice). But Here it is, I hope you guys enjoy it :3

It was an ordinary day for the centaur, locked up in his cell with thick, cold chains rubbing his skin raw. He had grown used to such troubles though, as he had others far worse to deal with in this harsh facility. He had long forgotten his old life, practically raised in these cruel conditions since being abducted nearly two decades ago.

“Subject 70424!” called Dr. Shridener, a scientist, hitting his cell door with her clipboard to wake him. She had done so successfully, watching his fright with an annoyed expression..

“Ahh” Dr. Shridener said with some hope, snatching the centaur’s arm in a tightening grip, causing slight winces to escape him. She hummed whilst observing the old scarring, though her smile faded in disappointment. It was unfortunate for her to see the start of an infection along the site of the grafted skin that his own had rejected.

“Another failure, I see..” she hissed, releasing his arm from her grasp. The centaur retreated back with a flinch, watching her scribble some notes on her clipboard. He sighed, knowing this meant more tests. Why were they even doing this, seeing what skins are compatible with his own? He had no clue, but surely he would find out in the future.. right?

He was then transported by Dr. Shridener towards the medical bay, though already knew the way from the amount of times he had gone. Down the hall and take a right, down that long hall… then past the dreaded “extermination chambers”. He never dared to think of what was done there, fearing for his life each time he was near that section of the facility. It was occasional to hear the wails of innocent creatures from within, though he tried to ignore such terrorizing sounds of annihilation.

Once in the bay, the centaur was guided to a room, knowing what would happen within. Eventually came in another scientist to conduct the procedures on him, one whose name tag read “Dr. Favela”.

He entered without a greeting, a rather stern, plain look on his face. He adjusted his gloves and brought out a kit, one all too familiar to the centaur. From within the kit, he drew out some appliances, preparing anesthesia to momentarily sedate the centaur. The poor creature had grimaced, still uneasy at the sight of needles despite how often he had seen them.

He inhaled sharply as the needle penetrated him, slowly numbing his frail skin with its liquids within. His eyes began to grow heavy, faltering and shutting once succumbing to the substance.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o

A few weeks had passed since the operation, the centaur’s arm currently bandaged with gauze, cleaned daily with painful antibiotics. He could barely sleep with the agony, though whenever he could, it never completely satisfied his fatigued state. He dreamt daily of the wilderness, clips and blurs of his past memories blended together. He was tired of these same cold gray walls, the thick bars containing him, and heavy chains that prohibited freedom, or even slight movement.

“Dr. Favela will be thrilled when he sees this..” she said, releasing his arm and grabbing her clipboard, unable to wipe the grin from her face.

She was the first to enter the room, glancing around with the same smile.

“Dr. Favela~ Oh doc-”

“The grafts worked” Dr. Shridener said, pulling the centaur in and revealing his arm to the scientist.

At this Dr. Favela finally perked up, leaving his chair to observe the arm. The centaur couldn't understand what the whole deal was with his skin grafts. Sure, it was different and interesting, but why did they need this information? Being lost in thought he missed their conversation, but knew he was going to go somewhere different.

This time he was led through the facility by Dr. Favela, following the man closely. The hall trailed throughout the building, finally ending at two towering doors. The centaur shuddered at the sight, entering the cold room. There were several machines, ones he did not recognize, and have never seen before.

“Come” said Dr. Favela, motioning for him to approach one of the benumbed machines.

“They are just larger, modified CAT scans and X-rays” he said in a monotone voice, seemingly annoyed at the centaur’s fear.

“But I suppose you know nothing about machines, due to your lack of knowledge.”

~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o

After nearly two months of scans and blood work, the centaur was deemed “ready” for a plan.. one he still wasn't informed of. All he knew was that it was a surgical procedure, but that only terrified him further.

“Oh Subject 70242” Dr. Shridener called, this time waking him without the whacking of her clipboard on the cell door. It was abnormal for the centaur to see her in such a positive state. But he stood and approached still, heart racing in a fretful manner.

They had finally approached a pre-op room, about four other staff within the room. Dr. Shridener gave orders to the nurses before leaving, the four now glancing over to the centaur. They began to approach, some holding needles and others disinfectants. He failed to back away, bumping into the wall while nervously clutching the medical robe’s sleeves.

“What's going on?” the centaur finally sputtered, feeling an uneasiness deep within himself, as if passing the extermination chambers.

The centaur snatched the medkit on the counter beside him, throwing it at the nurses as a quick distraction before bolting out of the room. His hoofbeats echoed throughout the halls, nearly matching with the speed of his racing heart. He could only try to focus on escaping, fleeing from this inhumane facility as horrid questions flooded his head. Why would anyone propose such an idea? Is that why they needed the scans? The successful grafts? What if I get captured? Would they return me for the surgery, or worse, extermination?

Alarms began to blare throughout the building, red lights flashing as a voice came upon the speakers:

“SUBJECT 70242 ATTEMPTING AN ESCAPE, HEADING TOWARDS SOUTH-EAST LOBBY.”

The night's cool air refreshed the centaur for a moment, something he hadn't felt in forever. He threw off the robe while darting throughout the lot, seeing a dense forest just ahead. His throat burned and his lungs ached, but he persisted, hearing the shouts of others fade behind him. The thoughts of being captured continued to fill his mind, fueling his terrorizing dread and perseverance to keep on racing through the forest.

~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o

After hours and hours of treading, the centaur finally slowed, his body giving out from fleeing such a great distance. He grew exhausted and lied to the forest floor, joyfully weeping at his deliverance. Grasping the wet grass with tight fists he laughed, feeling as if in one of those dreams he had whilst in captivity. It all felt so unreal, the newness of the woods overwhelming him with glee and tranquility. He took a shaking breath, watching the sun slowly rise with its glory. A widening smile began to grow on the centaur’s face, the first genuine smile he had experienced in a very long time.

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raspberryconverse · 2 years ago

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Tonight's edition of "Is this what marriage is?" Perhaps Wisconsin's Tattletale Notice isn't such a bad thing.

As I've mentioned a few times on here, our range's oven does not work. Does it heat and cook food? Technically, yes. Accurately or for longer than 15 minutes? No.

The internet said that the best time to buy new appliances is the beginning of the year. I saw one that I liked the first week of the year and we noticed the tag said the price was good though 1/4, so we decided we'd see what the next sale would bring it to. Well, that was a dumb move because it went up in price $100 and has yet to come back down to that price.

We finally started seeing prices drop on some models and found a similar one that's reasonable and a few others we hadn't seen because we had only been looking at Home Depot (my dad gave us a $300 gift card for Christmas/my birthday). Basically the only feature I really want is a lower storage drawer because our kitchen is tiny and we just don't have space for baking pans if we lose that drawer. My spouse doesn't want anything with a white cooktop because it shows all the dirt. We had it narrowed down to 2 models, but both Best Buy and Home Depot have new ads starting tomorrow (well, technically today). The Best Buy one is about $100 cheaper, but obviously we have $300 to spend at Home Depot (not that we wouldn't be able to use it for other things) and that makes us want to lean that way.

Since we knew the ad was changing, we decided to talk about it and make a decision. I currently owe my spouse about $800 for Lola's toe, so I suggested we pick one and I pay for it all with my PayPal credit account. If we pay it off in 6 months, we don't pay any financing. We were about to pull the trigger when apparently my spouse didn't gather that I already had that account.

NGL, I fell hook, line and sinker for the promotional offer of saving $50 when my watch broke and I wanted to buy a new one on eBay (I had a Fossil Q Venture Gen3 smartwatch and the newer models don't use the same size bands and I honestly didn't want to get one that wasn't going to fit the bands I already had, so I bought a Gen4). And I've been using it for awhile on frivolous things like new tile sets for my Letterfolk Tile Mats and that time I got sucked into the sex toy sponsorship Jordan and McKay did recently. I've actually done surprisingly well for me with a new credit account by not using up the whole thing like I'm always tempted to do.

But apparently my spouse is really pissed that I opened the account without telling them. And that completely shut down the new range conversation and I'm back to whatever can fit in the air fryer and the tech support "did you try turning off and turning it back on again" method for anything that requires more than 15 minutes to cook in the oven. The cooktop works fine (at least 2 of the burners work, which is enough for anything I cook), so that's good. Spouse also bought a toaster oven (the box says "countertop convection oven" and IDK if that's different from a toaster oven or not) for $15 at a thrift store a few weeks ago, but we have yet to test it out. But I'm kinda starting to feel like we're never going to buy a new range at this rate because I can no longer be trusted and don't deserve a new one.

Just to be clear, I'm not saying my spouse has no right to be mad about the account. If anything, I'm more mad that they gave me this whole "IDC what you buy. You don't have to have my permission to buy things and you don't have to sneak things in" spiel ages ago, but never gave me the caveat of "it has to be purchased with cash." I guess I'm less concerned about our credit now that we got the house, but I'm also realizing we've had to finance a ton of shit and we haven't even been here a year yet. And Lola is old and Meeah is ancient and Mable got bit by ticks before we adopted her, so they're all really fucking expensive. We just have very different philosophies when it comes to finances and it's really starting to come out now with owning an old house.

So maybe it would have been better if we were still in Wisconsin and they would have gotten a notice saying I opened the account. IDK. Is this what marriage is?

#is this what marriage is?#home ownership #our oven requires an advanced degree and an interpretive dance to cook anything #it doesn't preheat to the right temperature #and then it loses heat after about 15 min #why can't we have nice things #wisconsin #tattle tales #credit #finances #money problems #this isn't even the main reason today has been shitty

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I posted 884 times in 2022

That's 194 more posts than 2021!

571 posts created (65%)

313 posts reblogged (35%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 676 of my posts in 2022

Only 24% of my posts had no tags

#chat with claire - 297 posts

#michael langdon - 94 posts

#mad love musings - 89 posts

#michael langdon imagine - 75 posts

#michael langdon x reader - 60 posts

#american horror story - 48 posts

#michael langdon imagines - 47 posts

#american horror story imagine - 46 posts

#adrian chase - 45 posts

#vigilante - 42 posts

Longest Tag: 120 characters

#he’s offering to give bella a ride to seattle and this man goes ‘the wasting of finite resources is everyone’s business’

My Top Posts in 2022:

Right Where You Want Me (Adrian Chase)

Summary: You probably should have told Adrian that you know how to shoot a gun the second that he revealed he was going to teach you. But you can't deny that having Vigilante with his arms wrapped around you to help you hold the gun is tantalizing.

Word Count: 1.5k

Notes: I'm back! Thank you guys so much for sticking with me while I stepped away from writing for a bit. I appreciate it so much.

Warnings for curse words and mentions of guns/shooting

“Should I be scared that you’re going to murder me in these woods?” you tease, following behind Adrian as he leads you to his ‘surprise’.

“No. You haven’t done anything illegal.” If it were any other person, you’d assume that they’re engaging in the same playful banter as you. When it comes to your boyfriend, however, you know that he’s not the best at picking up on social cues and things like sarcasm. It’s something that you’re glad you can help him with now that you’re finally, finally dating after months of awkward dancing around your respective feelings about each other.

“So you’re saying that if I did something illegal, you would kill me?” Adrian stiffens, obviously having a minor crisis, and you squeeze the hand that you’re holding. “I’m just joking around. You don’t have to answer that.”

“You would be the exception to my rule, though. That doesn’t mean you should start speeding and jaywalking, though.”

He turns back to look at you, and you give him a pleased smile. “Thank you. I’ll make sure not to take advantage of that.”

Finally, Adrian comes to a stop in a small clearing. He grins at you, gesturing at the scenery around him, and says, “Ta-da!”

“It’s…a bunch of broken appliances?”

“A bunch of broken appliances that we’re going to shoot,” Adrian corrects.

Sometimes, you wonder how Adrian’s kept his secret identity a secret for so long. While the Vigilante persona is certainly more confident than your Adrian, it only took you one conversation with Vigilante after a night at the bar with your friends for you to hear the similarities in his voice and Adrian’s.

Adrian unearths a duffel bag from a hollowed-out tree stump and pulls the zipper down to open it. Cautiously, you peek over his shoulder, only to find the shiny metal of multiple weapons glinting back at you.

“Jesus Adrian, why do you just leave an arsenal in the woods for anyone to find?”

“Nobody can find it. That’s the point of putting the bag in a hiding spot.” He says it like it’s so painfully obvious, and maybe it is. After all, Adrian’s the only person you’ve ever met who goes straight from Point A to Point B without any second thoughts or backup plans. “I’m going to teach you how to shoot, that way you can protect yourself.”

“Why can’t you protect me?” you muse, enjoying the way that a blush begins to creep up Adrian’s face.

“Maybe I’m not around when the bad guys come. I have a lot of enemies, you know.”

“So I’ve heard,” you agree.

Holding out a hand for Adrian to take, you help him up to his feet. He studies the weapons before him intently, like he’s going between two choices to find the answer on a multiple-choice test. Finally, he grabs a handgun from the bag. “This should be a good gun to learn on.”

This would be the perfect time to tell him that you already know how to shoot a gun, and have known how to for a few years now. With the eager way that Adrian starts to load bullets into a magazine though, you really don’t want to steal his thunder. So you resolve to let him teach you; who knows, maybe you’ll learn something new from him.

Once Adrian’s loaded the gun and racked the slide into place, he takes your hand and places the gun in it. “Okay, pick which target you want to shoot at.”

Holding the gun loosely, you glance over the appliances for a moment before deciding on the toaster. You don’t even have to tell Adrian which one you’re going to aim at; he knows just from watching your eyes. Though you haven’t been able to see much of Adrian as Vigilante–he tries to keep his superhero stuff out of your relationship–it’s kind of thrilling just how highly attuned his senses are to the littlest of things.

“Do you want help with shooting? The recoil can be a lot when it’s your first time shooting.” His hand twitches at his side as he restrains himself from helping you before you tell him you need help.

“Sure.” You hide your grin behind a cough.

Adrian loops his arms around you so that his hands are on top of yours, his chest resting firmly against your back. Laying his chin on your shoulder, he lifts both the gun and your arms up to point at the toaster sitting about twenty feet away. Because it’s your boyfriend behind you and you can’t resist, you teasingly grind into him for a second. Adrian sputters, and you can just imagine the look on his face as he says, “I–no–I’m trying to teach you something right now!”

“Sorry.” You openly smile now that he can’t see you.

You think he mutters something like “insatiable”, but you leave him be for now. Adrian allows you to take the lead on this, waiting until you’ve got a steady aim and he feels the muscle of your trigger finger start to tense before he moves with you. Though you know how to control the jerk of the gun when you fire, you loosen that control just slightly so the bullet misses. Instead of hitting the toaster, it whizzes above it and lodges in a tree.

“Aw.” You try to sound disappointed and like you didn’t purposely miss.

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Hopes, Dreams, and Everything In Between (Morpheus x Reader)

Summary: Just when Morpheus finally escapes capture at the hands of the Burgess lineage and begins to make his way back to his realm, his weak connection to his power disappears completely. Left stranded in a world with no knowledge of what has transpired for over a century, no powers, and no clothes, Dream of the Endless must let down his guard and place his trust in a human whose path he was quite literally dropped in the middle of.

Word count: 10.7k

A/N: So! Here we are, with what is arguably the longest oneshot I've ever written. @glitchmeharder had left a comment on a post I made, pointing out that they wanted more fics of Morpheus getting stuck in the Waking World and needing to live with Reader for a little bit.

My mind took this sentence and RAN with it. Like, I apologize in advance for how long this is. I'm pretty pleased with it though, especially for my first Morpheus fic. I hope you're pleased with it too.

(Also, the POV jumps back and forth between Morpheus and Reader, but it alternates every other section and is pretty clear which POV is which)

(Also-also I've been staring at this fic for so long now I don't even know if it makes sense anymore)

Let me know your thoughts! Likes are appreciated, comments, asks, and reblogs make my world go round! My inbox is always open for you guys :)

*This fic uses she/her pronouns and includes the use of Y/n*

Freedom.

After being held captive for 106 long, painful years, Lord Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams and Nightmares, is on the precipice of securing his freedom. The younger Burgess’s lover had erased a small part of the runes encircling his glass cage with the wheel of the old man’s wheelchair, sending little more than a sorrowful glance back towards the prisoner. So this was how he would attempt to secure his safety, by breaking the circle of runes surrounding him. Barely a scuff, really, but it’s enough.

It’s enough for Morpheus to feel the faintest bit of his power return to him.

It’s enough that it’s all too easy for him to influence one of the security guards, waxing poetically about his upcoming beach vacation, to close his eyes for just a moment.

It’s enough for a dream to form, one of sun and sea and sand. Sand that Morpheus is able to gather a handful of, right in front of the horrified guard’s dreaming eyes.

The guard, lost in his dream nightmare, shoots at what he thinks is Morpheus. In the Waking World, he’s shooting at the orb that he’s meant to be diligently watching. A bullet hits, and a crack forms. Another, and another, and another, even as the other guard screams at her colleague to stop.

The glass explodes, and Morpheus fills his lungs with his first huff of fresh air in over a century. He can’t get lost in the joy that threatens to burst like a dam at finally seeing and feeling freedom. Not when he has a job to do, not when he has a kingdom to return home to.

He steps past the broken runes, now useless at keeping him trapped, and towards the two that are commanding him to stop where he is. He does as they ask, standing still in front of them. When the female orders him to open his closed fist, he is nice enough to listen to that command as well, lifting it to his mouth and blowing the sand in their faces.

A portal forms above him, and all Morpheus can think of is home. The Dreaming. He can feel it calling to him, a kingdom beckoning its ruler back. His power lifts him, and Morpheus welcomes the sensation of traveling through realms.

Then, just as quickly as he had his power, he loses it again.

Like a spelunker who’s just had their trusty rope give out on them, Dream finds himself free-falling with no way of stopping or controlling where he’s going. He tries desperately to clutch onto the tendrils of power that have abandoned him, but they refuse to obey.

He lands harshly on cold pavement, weak and disoriented with no idea of where he is. There’s a flash of blinding lights, the sound of rubber squealing, and then…

Darkness.

•••

It’s late at night, late enough that the few traffic lights that you pass are continuously blinking red and yellow. You hadn’t intended to be out so late, but catching up with friends at a restaurant had led to all of you losing track of time, talking and laughing and reminiscing until a manager politely informed your table that the restaurant had closed ten minutes prior.

Large tips had been left as apologies and your group hustled out of the door, leaving one another with hugs and goodbyes and promises to do this again, sooner than the months it had taken to get together in the first place. You got into your car, locking the doors immediately after, and you were happy.

Still, as you watched those you know and cherish depart with their significant others, you can’t help the pang of melancholy that taints an otherwise-wonderful evening. You’re at the age now where everybody that you know is in relationships, getting engaged and married and settling down and coupling up. You, however…are not. And you’re happy with being single, truly; the best company you can have is yourself. But knowing that you’re going to return home to your quiet apartment, where you’ll go to sleep in your empty bed and wake up to eat breakfast alone before repeating the monotonous cycle that is working a full time job and being an adult in general is making you just a little bitter.

You dwell on this as you drive the deserted roads home, even though you shouldn’t be. Shaking your head at your tendency to mope, you decide to do something about it and turn your radio up with the hopes that something good is playing on the random playlist that had begun when your phone automatically connected to the car’s sound system. Hell, maybe even something bad. Anything to get you out of this thought pattern that is quickly attempting to derail your mood.

“Now here I go again, I see the crystal vision

I keep my visions to myself

But it's only me who wants to wrap around your dreams, and

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The Good Kind of Butterflies (Adrian Chase)

Adrian realizes he has a crush on you. He doesn't take it well.

There aren't many people on Task Force X that Adrian Chase feels like he can talk to about sensitive subjects. Chris, aka best friend number one, is great if Adrian needs a shot of testosterone, but feelings are definitely not the strong suit of that friendship. Adebayo finds him really weird (not that he blames her), so she's out. Economos...well, he makes a good verbal punching bag. The only one that he can turn to for something so pressing, so all-consuming, is Harcourt.

That's exactly who Adrian turns to when he deliberately shows up at HQ early on Thursday. Thursdays are when Harcourt does kickboxing in what used to be the storeroom, so he knows that she'll be here alone. Sure enough, she must have just finished her workout. Adrian watches her check her phone and walk slowly around the storeroom to cool down, a towel slung over her shoulder.

"I can feel you staring at me," Harcourt grumbles. Adrian blinks, surprised that he's been caught staring for so long.

"I need to talk to you," Adrian says, walking further into the room.

Harcourt turns around to face him, tossing the towel across the room before grabbing her water bottle. "Oh god."

"Don't say 'oh god' like that! You don't even know what I'm going to say!"

"Yeah, but I know you." Harcourt gestures to him, telling him to go on. "So?"

"Right." Adrian nods solemnly. "I think I'm dying."

It takes a moment for Harcourt to have any sort of a reaction. She blinks once, twice, three times before finally looking stunned (hopefully at the severity of his condition, Adrian hopes). "You're dying?"

"Yes."

"O...kay. What makes you think you're dying?"

"My heart is having palpitations or something. At first, it was only when I saw Y/n, but then it became whenever I even thought about Y/n. And to make it worse, the palpitations are in my stomach now! It feels all weird and fluttery all the time. So it's pretty obvious that I'm dying."

Adrian was expecting sympathy from the one person he felt like he could go to for help regarding this. He was expecting her to be upset before reassuring him that they would find a cure for whatever was ailing him. Ideally, he was also expecting her to proclaim him the most important member of the team. What he wasn't expecting is the facepalm that she does.

"I get the feeling that you're not taking this seriously," Adrian says.

"You're an idiot, you know that?"

"I do. But why am I an idiot this time?"

"You're not dying, Adrian, you have a crush."

"A...crush?" Adrian's heard the term, of course. He doesn't live under a rock. But he doesn't think that he's ever actually been through this before. If he had, he surely would have remembered the...well, the way that his chest feels like it's being crushed.

"A crush is when—"

"I know what a crush is, Harcourt!"

"Well, it sure doesn't seem like you do."

"I do!" Adrian argues. "It's just new for me."

Harcourt looks at him like he's a kitten that just did something cute, which he hates. He may be emotionally stunted, but...well, there is no 'but'. He's emotionally stunted. "This is your first crush?"

"I think people are hot, like you or Chris, or, like, I wanna fuck somebody—"

"Don't say like me," Harcourt warns.

"Right. Anyways, it's different with Y/n. I hate it, but I also love it. Don't get me wrong, she's super hot and I totally wanna fuck her. But I also wanna, like, cuddle her after we fuck. Maybe have her read to me from whatever book she's devouring while she strokes my hair. I even wanna hold her hand and watch shitty horror movies with her on the couch. Fuck!" Adrian says in horror. "Is this what having a crush is?"

Harcourt stifles a laugh and folds her arms across her chest. "Yep, pretty much."

"I hate it. But I also kind of like it?" Adrian lets out a frustrated yell. "Why is this happening to me?"

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My #1 post of 2022

Sick Day

Morpheus/Dream of the Endless x gn!Reader

Summary: You're sick, and the absolute last thing that you want is for an overprotective King of Dreams to find out. Of course, you should know by now that it's impossible to keep anything from Morpheus, and when it comes to you, there's nothing that he won't do to make sure that you're safe and well.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: I've been sick the past couple days and wrote an entirely self-indulgent sick fic. Yes, I am a full-on simp for this anthropomorphic personification. Fight me. No use of pronouns or Y/n in this :)

You’re sick.

You had tried to deny it when you felt a tickle in your throat days ago, one that wouldn’t go away no matter how much water you drank. Allergies, you thought. There was no way you were getting sick, because you’re far too busy lately to actually get sick.

When you woke up yesterday with your head feeling like it was stuffed full of cotton, you still tried to brush it off as nothing more than a mere nuisance. And it was just a nuisance, until the day dragged on longer and you started to feel worse and worse until all that you wanted to do was just go home. You were freezing even though you were wearing a heavy coat, your limbs ached, and the exhaustion that clouded your senses made everything feel slow and jerky. You had left work early, which is something that you almost never do, and had fallen into bed upon returning home with the hopes of sleeping this bug off.

Unfortunately, the fever that you’re dealing with makes it impossible for you to actually rest. You hover on the precipice of sleep and waking, reality seeming to melt around you when you think that you’re finally asleep. There are times where you’re sure that you’ve slept for days, only to check the dimmed light of your phone and see that it’s been merely an hour. This sickness is really trying to make you miserable, then; you can’t even escape into dreams to see your own Dream, your Morpheus.

At some point, there’s a tapping on your window that brings you back to full awareness. You wish you could say that it wakes you up, but you can’t. You groan, blearily pushing your bedroom curtains open to see what it is disturbing you. After wincing from the sunlight and having to wait for your vision to clear, you make eye contact with a large, black raven sitting on the windowsill. You were wondering when Matthew would finally come looking for you, considering you haven’t left your bedroom since yesterday. Morpheus is nothing if not overly protective of you and your safety, which means frequent visits to the Waking by his raven.

Fumbling with the latches on your window, you finally unlock them and push the window open to allow Matthew to hop in. Early on in your relationship with Morpheus, you had taken the screens out of your windows to allow Matthew easy entrance whenever he was tasked with coming to check in on you. Once he’s in safely and you close the window behind him, you fall back against your pillows, the exertion too much for your weakened body.

“Hi, Matthew,” you mumble, looking over at him.

“You look rough, kiddo. I don’t need hands to know that you’ve got a fever.”

“Thanks,” you say bitterly.

“I was wondering why you hadn’t left your home for a day. Guess I got my answer.” He hops closer to you, and you have to turn your head so you don’t sneeze all over him. “One nice thing about being a raven now is that I don’t have to deal with getting sick.”

“Just keep rubbing it in, why don’t you.”

“Sorry,” Matthew apologizes. You wave him off, letting him know you’re not actually offended at his actions. “Do you need anything? There’s not a lot I can help you with, but I can do some things.”

“I’m okay, I’ve got the essentials.” Gesturing towards your nightstand, you name it off, “Water, meds, thermometer, crackers in case I finally get hungry.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.” Matthew doesn’t sound like he’s too assured by you, but if you say that you don’t need anything, he’s not going to try and force you to name something you need.

You lay in silence for a bit, your fingers lightly petting along Matthew’s silky feathers as you near that almost-sleep you’ve been in and out of for almost a day. When a thought actually forms in your foggy brain, you force your eyes open again. “Matthew?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t tell Morpheus I’m sick, okay?”

His body stiffens beneath your fingers. “Are…you sure?”

“He’s gonna freak out, because he doesn’t understand how mortal illnesses work. I’m gonna be fine, I just need to rest.”

If you weren’t sick, you’d probably remember that Morpheus has the ability to see through Matthew’s eyes, and thus it’s only a matter of time until he finds out. In fact, Matthew can literally feel the King of Dreams in the back of his mind right now. But since Matthew’s a good friend and he doesn’t want you to work yourself up when you’re already not feeling well, he just nods. “Okay, I won’t tell him.”

You smile and pat his head. “Thanks.”

“Hey, I gotta get going. Think you can open up the window for me before you doze off?”

You do as he asks, bidding him farewell before closing and locking the window. Pulling the covers up over your head, you burrow into the pillows and hope that you can finally get some rest…your lungs, of course, choose that moment to spasm and make you cough harshly. Groaning miserably, you mentally count the hours and sigh when you realize that you have to wait another four hours before you can take another dose of cold medicine.

It’s impossible for you to determine how much time has passed between when Matthew leaves and when a cold hand sneaks under your blankets to rest on your cheek. It feels so blissfully cool that you lean into it before remembering that you live alone and there shouldn’t be anybody touching your cheek. Tossing the blankets off of you, you try to ready yourself for a fight until you make eye contact with Morpheus, who looks like he’s teetering between chastising you and fussing over you.

Logically, it makes sense that he would be the one here. But considering you’re sick, running on no good sleep, and have some heavy cold medicine in your system, logic has basically abandoned you.

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