#nightbug answers

[nuitnotions2]

Just came across and your writing is impeccable 😩, I was wondering if you could please do Captain Price spending time with 5 of his daughters while mom is away for a girls vacation with her friends! I would like to imagine it would be chaotic as hell and he would not manage despite him being a SAS Captain😭

hi sweetness, this is incredibly kind of you!! as per usual, this will be sfw due to me not being able to confirm your age but i do hope it sates this thought of yours mhm <3

[ teeth rotting fluff ; afab reader ; no gendered terms ]

John knew it was time to slow down by baby number three. It was a reluctant thought really, the glow of you holding your newborn in your arms after that first cry into their new world warmed his skin in a way the sun never could. You twisted his arm (that’s how he likes to believe it happened) into trying once more, very much eager for a boy with his father’s eyes.

The fifth had been a girl too. At that rate, he could see the exhaustion on your body and had to really sit you down for a long and needed talk. He sat you across his lap, of course, it always made you slightly more agreeable.

His age never bothered him, he was fit and he would keep at it for the sake of you and all of your princesses, a perfect motive. That was his selling point, your biological clock and the risks that followed if you were to keep trying. Well, that along with having the need for a new house for more room if the two of you were that determined to have a boy.

Money never placed above his children, but the two of you also had to be wise about it if you were to give the best you could to your girls. You listened, you were reasonable and you were more than content with the joys you two had created together thus far. No contradictory statement to that existed and so you cupped his jaw, murmured your understanding and kissed his cheek before you laid yourself against him.

The silence that followed was loaded, the reality of a dream weighing heavy in the air and the slight sting of sweetness lingered in the back of your cheeks. It likened to the long sigh after coming home from a long but fulfilling day at work. Not quite bittersweet, but rather a muted sugar diluted down with trickles of warm milk.

And so the pair of you devoted every possible second of your lives to five girls with very much individual demands and personalities. There were learning curves of course, the kind that were sharp enough to be corners, but the two of you remained resilient. Linked arms tightened around each other, feet at shoulder-width and steady on the earth as you stormed through parenthood together. This does not exclude the handful of times that the new endeavours had you crawling, sometimes alongside your 9 month old with John cooing and chuckling at his poppet as he met her pace.

The girls were close in age which quite frankly, was a double edged sword. They had enough company to ensure no tantrums ensued from boredom, but that also meant a good few years where sleep was as scarce as saffron. It also introduced the camaraderie of culprits, however. It was the birth of your fourth that also called John into finally hanging up the tactical gear, locking away his weapons and wading back through years of emotional avoidance with a psychologist. Needless to say, your household had seen a great deal of an adjustment period. It took them entering primary for a good rhythm and flow to emerge, the cog wheels finally smoothened and lubricated in their machinations.

With this, you and John finally emerged once again beyond the singular title of 'parent' and found yourselves becoming reacquainted as lovers and individuals. There were shifts, as one does with a family of seven, to taking some needed time out. It might have taken a number of pep talks from John to convince you that no, you are not being selfish, luv and no, needing a break does not make you negligent. So the former captain had all but shuffled you toward the foyer of the house, gentle kisses at your neck and soft reassurances that he would in fact be alright and yes, he was well aware of their curfew and bed routine and no, cancelling now would be very rude.

You swore up and down that you'd be no more than two hours, maybe just an hour and half actually, as your worried eyes shifted from your husband to the giggling group stacked atop each other on the staircase like peas in a pod as they eyed the spectacle. Your friends had all but threatened to kidnap you if you didn't spare them just a few hours of your time to catch up and allow them all an excuse to go out. You hadn't agreed until the literal day before and even as you shrugged on the jacket John held out for you, you second guessed your decision.

But John Price was the type of determined that many likened to a mule, bordering on a word that would cost him a quid to the jar on the kitchen counter. With a lingering kiss to your soft lips that had your kids in a screeching uproar, he finally got you out of the door, winking at the girls behind you as you reminded them all once again to play nice with your father, he's grey enough as it is, girls.

He spared you a quip that had mention of him being a silver fox before he was telling you that he loved you and closed the door as you slid into the car that had some old club tune booming from its speakers.

"Alright luvvies, let's see what we can accomplish before hell's fury comes walking through the front door, yeah?"

No battlefield or amount of PT could have prepared John for his daughters. A dad he was, and that job title doubled for a number of things including but not limited to; model, butler, makeshift jungle gym turned horsie, sous chef, taste tester and also pillow fort architect.

He was in over his head truly, but drowning in daisies had never been found on an autopsy report. Cardiac arrest however, very likely and not impossible. His eldest was nearing 10 and Rhiannon had just discovered the wonders of music and more importantly, singing. The little mic stand the two of you had gotten her took permanent residence in the living room and because the younger generation just took preternaturally to technology, she had figured out much too easily how to connect it to the tv set. Impromptu performances were average in the house, but what was not on schedule was the blaring singing of his eldest as her sisters took liberty in forming a band with very unorthodox instruments. Very much breakable instruments that had John's life flashing before his eyes one too many times in the span of the four minute and thirty nine second performance.

A performance the girls had also deemed appropriate from him to use as background music for his strut down the homemade catwalk. Scarves stripped from the hallway closet, pillow cases for sleeves and two different beanies atop his favorite hat as the high pitch chant sounded for him to strut his stuff and pose for hand-shaped cameras. It was safe to say that his booming march that concluded with a duck face pose was not a crowd pleaser.

Dinner had not gone as smoothly as he had envisioned in his head either; the image of controlled chaos as the six of them prepared a meal together went up in almost literal flames. A number of tantrums, soot coating the kitchen sink and two pizza boxes later had the father and gaggle of girls building a loosely termed pillow fort in front of the television, a Barbie movie playing in the background as John slaved away at keeping makeshift walls standing. The smallest of slouch to the pillows would have his tiny supervisors reprimanding him.

His middle daughter, Penelope at age 8 finally took pity on him, short arms wrapped around his neck as she pouted at her sisters, "Daddy needs to enjoy our castle too!" A benevolent princess, his petal was as he finally allowed his tired body to fall against the couch behind him without consequence, head rolling on the seat as she scrambled onto his lap. John's hand found her long curls, gentle strokes to the dark brown locks as he settled her to his chest, both sighing in tandem.

The man looked across the linen closet state of the living room and let out a huff. You would be sure to use this against him upon arrival. Stray puzzle pieces littered the carpet, a knocked over bowl of popcorn at the foot of the armchair and the nail polish bottle he had to snatch away from his baby during his modeling hours, laid beneath the coffee table. That was all excluding the proper pile of clothes and costumes haphazardly shoved into the corner.

He did not in fact have it all covered but hey, at least the girls were all safe and accounted for in the family space watching one of their movies that he could recite word for word bitterly and- shit, what time was it?

Bringing his wrist to his face, John winced and stifled the groan burning at the walls of his throat. You’d be home much too soon for him to at least keep up pretenses and he knew that getting the girls away from the television midway through the movie would only do more damage than good. So the tired father sagged further back into the floor, and let be.

Pen, much too emotionally attuned to her parents, lifted her head and stared up at him with the eyes of his lifelong lover, lashes long and dark framing them. “Don’t worry, daddy. We’ll make it all better. Nice and clean again, okay?”

He never stood a chance against them, he realized then as his heart went gold and molten beneath her curled up body. A small nod as he kissed her forehead, big palm rubbing at her back and had her falling back against him.

“Alright my petal. I trust you.”

And John did, because he was much too scared to ever imagine a time where he had to second guess the words that came from their little hearts.

It was all of five minutes before Penelope wriggled loose and made her rounds across the living room, tugging and pulling her sisters into motion as they worked quietly, slowly with eyes flicking back to the movie every now and again. He would like to believe that it was helping, the floor was more visible and the piles looked somewhat organized and it made him swell with pride, even if he could barely find the energy to lift himself into a seated position.

You walked in no more than 20 minutes later, eyes wide and bouncing over every nook and cranny of the house as you took it all in. Your daughters barely paid you any mind as they came to settle on and around their father to resume the movie after their attempts of tidying up.

No fury from the scorch of hell greeted them, but rather an amused chuckle as you leaned against the backrest of the three seater to stare down at your family. John spied the warmth in your cheeks that spoke not of alcohol but the relief of being home, the love that embraced you through the threshold. Your eyes were so soft and all he wanted then was to drag you into the pile of bodies that he and his kids made.

“Enjoy your night out, sweetheart?”

You hummed, eyes dancing as your fingers tapped against the cushioning of the couch, “I’m assuming you did too considering you’re all a bag of skin and bones on the floor?”

The grunt he let out resulted in the giggle of more than one of his girls as they felt its rumble against them. Your smile went cotton soft at the combined sounds.

“Told ya I had it under control.”

“Interesting definition of control, Captain considering the time.”

His eyes fell closed as exhaustion coloured the edges of his vision grey, his words half of its usual capacity, “Purely subjective, if you ask me.”

[imperishable-prayers]

✨Wriggle!

✨ Deep interests

Fireflies are her number 1 favorite bug but do you know what's her number 2? Rolypolies! She loves those little rolling dudes! She knows a bunch of facts about them!

[dont-hug-me-its-yuri]

HIIII ITS DOLL/CUPID

i would love some ship hcs of your faves if you have any :)!! you have some of my favorite takes tbh ♡

ahhh, sorry for taking so long to answer this, Doll!!! Thank you for indulging me!!!

l Dead End Job / DoomsDay l

. Briefcase is actually allergic to cats (nothing fatal, he just gets puffy and itchy, She still loves Coffins cats though)

. Briefcase and Coffin actually knew each other way before the events of the tv series since Briefcase is basically the barbie of the dhmis universe and works every single job

. They met each other through Briefcase volunteering at the graveyard that Coffin works/lives at :)

. Similarly, Coffin and Tony also knew each other before the events of tv and web, Tony likes to go on late night walks through the woods and that’s also where Coffin gets all her flowers for arrangements from so they just kinda kept encountering each other

. Tony and Coffin are both vampires as well!!!

. Briefcase also suffers from comphet

. Briefcase is a morning person while Tony and Coffin are both night owls (cause vampires hehe)

l Songs l

Dead end job - Good luck, Babe and Red Wine Supernova (Chappell Roan), The Masochism Tango (Tom Lehrer)

Doomsday - Why do you let me stay here? (She & Him), (I need to find more songs for them)

l Creativespark l

. Art gfs!!!

. They’re both big magical girl fans, Tracey’s fav is Madoka Magica and Sketch’s is Sailor Moon!

. They also both like Pokémon and have extremely different teams

. Sketchbook helps Electracey with Styling and dying her hair (as humans)

. Neither of them like kissing so they show their affection by giving each other little head bonks and hugs :)

. Cringy highschool couple but they’re young adult sapphics /pos

l Songs l Less than three (Disko Warp), Hey, Lover (The daughters of eve), Geeks in love (Lemon Demon)

l Nightbugs l

. Shrignold is justifying their relationship with Lamp and Warren as “practice” for their future husband (Shrignolds Afab in my mind)

. Shrignold really trying to not get beheaded by Malcolm for being in lesbians with those two omg

. They all get high together, Malcolm knows they all need it /hj

. Lamp and Warren hang out with only each other at night time since Warren is an insomniac and Lamp is usually is just up to annoy Warren so they can’t get any work done on their podcast

l Songs l

Lamp & Warren - Bill watterson (Lemon Demon)

Lampnold - Pink in the night (Mitski)

Lovebird - Tea errors (Jack Stauber)

I’m brain farting on all my Creativespark and nightbugs, I’m sure I’ll remember them right after this post goes up

[snalzhttps]

11, 14, and 29 for the art ask meme :D ((this is nightbug asking on anon so it doesn’t come from my main blog))

Hi!!! :D thankyou for the ask these r cool ones :D

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

YESYEAH YEAH i cant draw without listening to something. music, yt videos, podcasts anything i can get my silly little hands on i need the sounds.

14. Any favorite motifs?

In a literary/thematic sense, well im a life series fan so i think that speaks for my love of recurring themes and symbolism which can be expressed through repeating patterns and symbols in art lol. I cant think of any off the top of my head but yeha who doesnt love a good motif

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

so many things!! I love watching/playing a lot of stuff itd be silly to try and list it all. I love them they just dont completely rot my brain with a need to draw/create for them. sometimes its bcos i dont have anything i think i can say about the thing/anything i want to draw, sometimes i try to draw for a certain show but just dont have the inspiration, often its just bcos im a passive enjoyer of the thing and dont post abt it too much!

[gameringgungke]

important wriggle question

since wriggle is a bug, would wriggle have: flesh and bones, an exoskeleton covered by flesh, or a flesh-covered exoskeleton

[ushizaki-urumi]

please tell us all about wriggle nightbug

YES, MY CHILD

favorite thing about them

lil ruff'n'tumble scamp, literally the worlds smallest child, small baby, who doesn't even know her abcs

least favorite thing about them

sometimes i hate loving a character who has 0 fucking content

favorite line

something something "you're not even bugged in the slightest!"

brOTP

mystia! i feel like those two have always been together, even before people decided she was in team 9, they're both nasty rowdy night children and their chemistry works well

OTP

i have mixed feelings about this topic and wriggle, i'm not sure how to answer it rn

nOTP

^ see above answer ^

random headcanon

when she blushes her cheeks glow like a firefly 🥺

unpopular opinion

buggle is beyond one of the best characters in the series and i wish people showed her more love

song i associate with them

it was taken off youtube once again.

It's called Nightime with the Nightbug, if you've ever heard it! I'll link if I can in a reply to this

favorite picture of them

ive had this FUCKIGN picture saved and set as several icons for years, it was some persons doodle dump on tumblr over 5 years ago and i cant find the original post

to the op who drew this: thank you, it has served me well

[alchemisland]

Mike’s list of Irish punk bangers

Recently I’ve been attempting to recall the results of a certain patch-decked census, namely the list of one-off punk bands I’ve seen over the years. Next came another, more troubling thought: if tomorrow morning a hemorrhage turned my wits to water, who would wrest this mantle and detail those defunct Irish punk and metal bands who split without leaving behind a recording? If not I, then who?

Rather than spouting a list of band names so unheard as to seem almost religiously profane when uttered aloud, I recall only the time when conjuring a selection suchlike was easy and did not require considerable aforethought, which counts as work and is thus un-punk. 

Perhaps it’s misremembrance which worries most. 

Striving to immortalize these rarities which, like rare nightbugs, enter one’s ear and soon thereafter die, I will compile these annals myself. I’ve opted for a regular selection of arbitrary Irish underground and alternate tunes. Mostly punk and extreme metal, although there’s post-punk, bassy weirdness, drone, rock&roll and hip hop throughout.

I haven’t yet considered breakdown metrics. By subgenre or county of origin perhaps, but that’s for a future iteration to say. Just count your good sense badges and be glad I didn’t use the originally planned ‘Pale Shadows’ and ‘From the Bog’ headings for Dublin and rest-of-country songs respectively.

From the forge of Hephaestus to your plateless breast, three of my favourite underground Irish songs:

Violins is Not the Answer - Sick

Unless someone’s asking what luthiers make, Violins is Not the Answer. However, Violins were someone’s answer when they tore the tucked shirt off Galway punkdom with their raucous 2011 debut Green Diesel and Poitin. It’s a time-tested sob story of Irish scene cohesion that lets so fresh a band go unnoticed, unhailed and handsomely unkempt outside their home county; it’s this exact myopia, although antipode, which confined Lovecraft in Rhode Island and left Howard’s hypothalamus on the dash under a Cross Plains sun. 

Aside from the band themselves, I doubt there’s another  person alive who has heard this album more than I. I’ve proudly flown that battered, cider-stained flag throughout a local and global invasion until Violins, not 42, became the answer, at least for me.

Has it really been that long? Eight years on it still excites much as the first time. Its engine-revving opening track conjures images of sputtering roadsters chewing the starting line of a Mad Max outback race, while the final upstroked riddums of its GBH-esque closer Sick promises the tinny best of Shitty Limits alongside the sombre heights of FNM’s Midlife Crisis.

Guitars that sound like they’re being played with chainmail’d fingers, vorpal bass tapping, ska pick it ups to HxC stick it ups (middle fingers in this instance), Green Diesel crams a maelstrom of alt genres into a curt 26-ish minute runtime. Ben’s phlegm-tinged vocals lead the sonic vanguard, bolstered and occasionally shelved in favour of fireman-cum-drummer Donal’s softer warble on cryptid welfare anthem Vampire on the Dole.

Sick is my favourite tune. The song, the album’s only track exceeding a three minute runtime, combines everything that makes Violins worth ear-time in the epoch of overchoice. Although Class Ayes and Dickheads Picnic deliver the nutkicks exactly how frontman Ben, of Psychopigs, Hardcore Priests and Doppelskangerz fame, wants them delivered, Sick offers a sample book of greatness to come across two recorded albums. Containing an otolaryngologist-approved mix of harsh shouting and actual singing, Ben’s disarming foghorn timbre sweeps us slowly toward the finish after a suppressing fire of growled insistence, “You ain’t never gonna come//between me and my bottle.”

Fans of short time good time are well served with riffy tunes in the vein of punchier Propagandhi songs, albeit playfully apolitical. Littered with in-jokes and avowedly pro substance, these tracks stink of fun in the studio, a subterranean lodge affectionately christened the Fritzl Bunker. Even angry songs fizz with youthful energy. It makes me want to drink malibu from a shoe in GG Allin’s house. It rouses me to a bubbling zenith of bacchic hedonism which Andrew W.K. can’t hold a candle to. 

There’s much here not found elsewhere; adjoining on Keytar Mr Jimmy Penguin of Skratch Games fame, his genius confined only by the breadth of his current interest; also the album’s producer. You can tell Jimmy put work on this record. Every groove is warm and tipped to perfect balance with just the right amount of hiss; right in the sense that it’s sometimes wrong. 

Since disbanded, there’s two albums worth of raw riffage to enjoy. From Refused rip-offs and Exploited shouts-outs to Elvis Costello tracks played backwards, find this album, buy a CD and tell your Granny this picnic is for dickheads.

I’m rambling. Violins is not the Answer. For my money, the best punk band in Ireland post 2010.

https://violinsisnottheanswer.bandcamp.com/track/sick

Divisions Ruin - Srebrenica/Merely Existing

I won’t lie. Much like a former athlete whose varsity gout impeded athletic excellence, I’ve had to settle here. I wanted the track Srebrenica from Division Ruin’s side of the Easpa Measa split - another band we’ll encounter later, or if not here than absolutely in future installments, should they ere be writ. 

I have the vinyl. Whenever I want to sonically experience withstanding a carpet bombing, I stick the needle down, turn the table over, sit in the lotus position and wait for oblivion. This track absolutely slays. The opening riff, an atomic discharge of heavy bass, distorted guitar and technical drumming from the scene stalwart and filler-player-extraordinaire John K, sears the ears, and one might be forgiven for touching that dial. Then the vocals come. Impassioned howls from the furious maw of Cirarot, which sound almost prehistoric in their primal ferocity. With my eyes closed, I feel the cymbal crashes like great waves and imagine people of the dawn age battling terrible beasties, although I’m not sure if she’s the lizard or its prospective prey. 

Although all their recorded tracks offer something for filth-seekers, I struggled to find another which accurately conveyed with sufficient brutality the blunt force flavour Srebrenica proffers. However you locate this song, ensure you’ve your iodine pills to hand; shit is about to get nuclear. In lieu of an active link, here’s another hefty slab from the same split.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARGqt0r_cVg

Easpa Measa- Vargold

B-side of the Divisions Ruin split, Easpa Measa deliver a cleaner, dare I say, more mature crust experience. Less raw but equal in ferocity, Easpa Measa’s Eric’s howls are twisted as the metal he contorts for his angry punky art, conjuring images of Ireland with reintroduced wolves.

We picture them on the plain, endemic of wider wildness among the populace. However you fall on the lupine legacy of Eireann’s isle, Easpa Measa deliver perfect high kicks on every tier. Riffs, loud bass and amazing drumming from Ken Sweeney, another scene stalwart also of Harvester fame, while Clodagh’s vocals, whose shrieking ire can only be matched by the shipwrecking songs of the sirens themselves, compliment Eric’s baleful howls.

Bring back the wolf indeed. Although so many years since its release the band have disbanded with ne’er a wolf attendant at a single show, this song’s singular ferocity more than accounts for any deficit of wolfnishness on the island. Don’t miss this amazing video from their final show, alongside the Freebooters at the Boh’s club in Dublin, with bonus front row Mike Dempsey (that’s me!).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wIQC6wk7sY

If you like this list or the tunes therein, let me know your thoughts and why they activated your nodding lever. 

If other bands are close to your heart but far from the zeitgeist, comment or PM with appropriate links and I’d be glad to include your suggestion.

Thanks so much for taking the time to read this short post. I’ll have interesting content by the fishgut bucketload in 2020, but should/hope to have one more live before yuletide at least. 

Please drop a like and share this post with your favourite PUNX. Give them the gift of Violins this Christmate. An early stocking filler to ensure the loyalty of nephews and nieces come the post-yule divorce news, here’s an.. Important music video I made for their track Dickheads Picnic.

[dorememe-sweet-blog]

Hey hey, got tagged!

Tagged by: @janitogloy !

Chapstick or lipstick?: Chapstick

Favorite colour: TOO MANY

Last song I listened to: Crazy Back Dancer

Last movie I saw: Jumanji 2

Top 3 bands/artists: Oof...well, I’ll just answer for Touhou-related stuff. I love too many things to narrow it down to 3 in total ; - ; Misora, Yoko Yaksha, Yoiyami (I LIKE WESTERN COMPOSERS TOO, DON’T WORRY)

Top 3 TV shows: 

Books I’m currently reading: A Brief History of Time and The Universe in a Nutshell by Stephen Hawking

Favorite characters: Jotaro Kujo, Chill Man, Medias Moritake, Doremy Sweet, Iku Nagae, Wriggle Nightbug, Seiran, etc.

Favorite video game series: Touhou Project, Mega Man, Pokemon

Favorite animal: Penguins, cats, shiba inus

Tag 9 people!: nAH

[vibuki]

Rules: Answer the questions, then tag 20 followers you’d like to get to know better.

Tagged by @kidont-play-with-fire

Name: Victoria Gender: Female Star sign: Scorpio Height: 163cm//5’3”-ish Hogwarts House: I feel like I’d be a Hufflepuff? Favorite color: Pastel purples, pinks, greens, blues, yellows, all that! Favorite animal: Dogs :’D Current time: Around 9:00pm Cats or Dogs: I like dogs better bc I’m allergic to cats, but both are still very very good! Favorite Fictional Characters: Ibuki Mioda, Pascal, Ene/Takane Enomoto, etc. Number of blankets I sleep under: 2 in the summer, 3 in the winter! Favorite singer/band: (too many to choose from lol…)  Dream Trip:  I’ll be a weeb and say Japan.. Dream Job: Neurologist, doctor, or maybe even a game designer, who knows… When has this blog hit its peak: One time I made a shrek post and it got a bunch of notes, but I can’t determine anything for sure LMAO Why did you decide to get a tumblr: I had seen a few pictures from Touhou askblogs and wanted to make my own. One day I ended up making a Wriggle Nightbug account and did that for a while, but eventually I just switched to this one! When was this blog created:  October 2011 (this specific one was originally made bc of an inside joke with my roommate) Why did I pick my URL: My nickname irl is Vibs and I also really like Ibuki. Mash that together, and-! Tagging:

 @dragonfruit44 @fairyfriend100 @waterproofnugget @pyroakane and anyone else who wants to do this! Don’t feel pressured to do it if you don’t want to though! 

Also, thank you for tagging me, man! :> To anyone reading this, remember to get plenty of rest if you can. Sleep is good for your health, memory, mood, and all that, you know! ...So! Take care! 

[nuitnotions2]

heya, can you please do captain price in a relationship (the good and the bad) headcanons ?

hi anon!! sorry this took me a bit to get to this. i’m going to keep this sfw bc i can’t confirm your age but i do hope this will suffice! <3

heaven’s slice

❂ John calls you the softest part of his soul, but he’s just downplaying the fact that he’s always had a tender hand in love. He takes his time learning you, testing every one of the love languages on you until he finds it, and even then he’ll pepper in a touch of the secondary languages because he simply feels like it’s never enough of a physical manifestation for what you do to his insides. He takes it incredibly slow with you, even when you’re making more direct advances. He wants to do this right, he wants to do right by you, even if it leaves him breathless and shaking with the restraint when he drops you off at your doorstep, a kiss to your temple, leaving only when the lock of your front door sounds.

❂ He may not have three Michelin stars, but he’s not useless in the kitchen and that is his driving force. He’ll sneak a look at your recipes and try his best to get it anything close to your dish, when he puts the plate down before you, he will always proclaim that it never compares to yours but he tried. He makes the effort to make the house a home as much as you do. Cleaning, cooking, laundry, he will do as much as possible when he is home just so he can see you with your feet up on the couch and that pretty smile that thanks him.

❂ He’s a provider and money is of no consequence to him. He’s just all too happy to have you comfortable at home while you wait for his return. No matter how much you try to decline, he will find a way to have you spend his money. It makes him happy, gives him a different type of purpose. You message him innocently about the cutest thing you spied in the window of a shop and the notification that follows is money being paid to you, “Go get it. And send me picture of you with it.”

❂ This man will communicate with you; it may not alway be the prettiest conversation to be had but rest assured that it will be had. He sits you down, either across from him at the dinner table or on his lap in his recliner, and his voice goes low as he breaks it down to you. It’s not the matter of the route taken for John, it’s the destination, and he will not relent until you both reach that destination in his endeavor.

❂ You’re not something he hides; his men know your name and have seen you on his person and in his office. He’s learnt enough to know that complete separation between home and work life would leave room for ravines, steep and dangerous. He remains careful with his mentions of you, but at the same time he stands by the belief that you are not a separate entity to him. You may be “sweetheart”, “love”, “angel” when he directly addresses you, but to everyone else? You’re his sweetheart, his love, his angel. All the better to not hear your name on his men’s lips if you ask him.

hell’s ventures

✧ John tries very hard with you, he does, but this man can be short of patience when under duress. Lashing out with biting words always cripples him to his knees barely minutes after they leave his mouth because that smoke clears from his mind and he can hear the bedroom closing behind you. The guilt will haunt him for days into a week and sometimes, that guilt will convince him to just give you space. Yeah, not usually the best solution and it takes a bit for him to learn that.

✧ With him priding himself on being a provider, your provider specifically, sometimes he takes your independence to mean that you don’t need him. It’s an insecurity, of course, one that you’re not at fault for highlighting, yet it does trigger it within him. On such occasions, John may be more overbearing in the days to follow. Batting your hands away to help you with your shoes, insisting on washing your hair, dressing you until you’re finally putting a hand to his chest to stop him. It always warrants a long conversation, and it’s frustrating to have to repeat these same old words him, but you love him despite that niggling voice in the back of his mind.

✧ John is very insistent on communication, but that does not vouch for him being absolutely incredible at it. His timing and wording can be atrocious now and again, a well intentioned discussion growing heated and edged quite quickly. You can try to walk away but John will follow you, unrelenting on getting the two of you on the same page before bed because falling asleep with that anger is a no-go for him. He’s a hard headed bastard and it usually takes some more yelling for him to Click.

✧ John can be very overprotective, very well bordering possessive; you jokingly blame it on his age. Well, sometimes he can take the banter, and other times... When someone is hovering too close to you, smiling too sweetly at you or talking just a bit too much with you, he’s tugging you into him, voice coming from the pit of his stomach and dripping with malice at the supposed perpetrator (read: victim). The argument once against boils down to how overbearing the man can be and yeah, he admits to that and you still choose to be with him despite it so get used to it already, sweetheart. He sleeps on the couch for that particular night.

✧ With the slight age difference and vast lifestyle differences, there is always this unconscious hindrance on both your ends. He second guesses whether he is the right choice for you, if he’s depriving you of a more vivacious life or soiling you with his dirty hands and you sometimes wonder if you’re just not at the maturity level he is at, if this clean slate of a life you have compared to his overcrowded canvas bothers him. It’s more an internal conflict than anything and it will rear its ugly head in the heat of arguments, something you both pointedly ignore. It needs to be addressed, you are both so well aware and yet… yet the timing for this particular conversation never finds its fit.

[nuitnotions2]

price being the best girl!dad to his daughters please! 🥹

hi hello anon, unsure if you sent the previous request for this as well, but if not, i kept two of you waiting for this one 😭

you can find it here!!

[nuitnotions2]

I’m sorry I broke you

johnny bby is that you?? 🫦 but seriously this is ominous babes what’s happening? 😭😭😭

[nuitnotions2]

My bad😭 I love price but I can mostly only find stalker ghost fics do you have any you know about for stalker or dark price?

absolutely no worries!! i have seen a few and i would love to recommend you some but i don’t want to look into them as of right now until i’ve written my own version of it, lest i subconsciously let what i’ve read influence my own take on it. i hope that makes sense and i’m sorry to disappoint you, anon!!

[nuitnotions2]

I didn’t know you have stalker price fics where are they?

i don’t (yet?) !! while i did briefly share my loosely knitted spin on it w my fellow heathen, my post was more to see if any of you would be interested in me posting it here <3

[nuitnotions2]

working on requested dad!price and i was Not counting on yapping on as i am-

[imperishable-prayers]

“There’s a yokai behind you!”

“H… huh..?”

“Got any games you wanna play?”

“DAH-”