a/n: @dcsiremc got me thinking about daddy!shota and this happened. so enjoy ig?
tw: gn!reader, daddy as title, age play, established relationships
“daddy’s got something for you, baby,” shota said.
he walked over to you sitting cross-legged on the couch working on your laptop.
"got a few minutes to spare?" he asked.
"mhm. i'm logging off for a bit anyways," you replied.
you closed the computer and set it aside. shota held a small gift bag in his hand.
your brows came together. "a gift?"
there was no occasion for one that you could think of - no birthday or holiday, and your anniversary wasn't for a few months yet.
"a gift indeed, just for you," he replied as placed the small bag in your lap.
you pulled the tissue paper from the top of the bag, and your heart stopped. a mix of emotions welled in your chest.
"you didn't...."
his subtle expression held a little warmth when he looked back at you with your cheeks burning hot and a lump in your throat.
"shota, i...." your thoughts trailed off as you pulled the small plastic box out of the bag.
it came from a late night confession when both of you couldn't sleep. started as a curious question of, "would it be okay if i...?" you weren't sure he'd even remembered, though you certainly did, with your heart in your throat, your head on his chest, and your fist tightly wound in the blankets in your shared bed.
you held it in your hands, not sure what to respond with first. it was a plain pastel color and almost looked oversized, but it wasn't. the words on the packaging tumbled around in your head.
adult sized pacifier
with tears held back, you shifted and hugged him tightly. "you didn't have to do that."
"i know." shota wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.
"you don't have to do any of this," you said.
"i know," he replied. he rubbed your back.
tears fell down your cheeks. "thank you."
"you're welcome."
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you laid with your head on his chest as he rubbed your back.
"you comfy, sweetie?" shota asked.
"mhm." every thought seemed to fade away in his arms, pacifier between your lips.
shota kissed you on the head.
"good."
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Any "monster" in media who is just poor missunderstood creature that been hated their whole for how different they are and because of that see itself as evil: *exist*
Me: OMG this is so me
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it's pretty wild to me that people don't see that aang running off to save katara in CoD is his luke in empire strikes back moment, where he runs headlong into his want and attachment and he's narratively punished for doing so and not learning his lesson - aang runs after katara despite guru pathik's warning, like luke runs after leia and han from yoda on dagobah despite yoda's warning; similarly, as a result, things go to hell in ba sing se like they do on bespin - aang enters the avatar state before he's ready and gets killed, and ba sing se falls to the fire nation, luke fights vader before he's ready, loses a hand, and symbolically commits suicide after vader tells him he's luke's father.
the difference between their character arcs is that george lucas and co. actually went thru with luke's hero's journey and understood the fundamental difference between attachment and love, whereas I don't think bryke understood this difference and then dropped this from aang's arc pretty much completely and replaced it with aang digging in his heels into his want and attachment and he gets rewarded with energy bending from a lion turtle, the avatar state from a random pointy rock, and his forever girl from the self-indulgent white men that couldn't bring themselves to give their hero a compelling character arc that meant he might not have gotten everything he wanted at the end.
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Stephen is sleepy, and there is peppermint hot chocolate in both their mugs. Due to the levels of sleepiness, he doesn't even have it in him to make a short joke as he crumples over Frank's form in a semi-hug/semi-lean ( a tragedy, really ).
"Feliz Navidad," is somehow muttered through a yawn. "I know that one 'cuz there's a whole song about it."
The Cloak floats over to pat both their heads—because this will most certainly help the cause. The cause of what? To be determined. All it knows is that it's helping.
"Are you staying over for the day? We have board games, and the Cloak will try to get you to play charades. My advice now is to say no—to the charades, that is."
Stephen also hopes to have the opportunity to share a gift, one of Frank's drawings that's been enchanted to move, and, if held with the right feeling, one might even be able to hear the words being whispered in their head.
Frank groaned at the weight on top of him, but was quick to wrap his arms around the other man's waist, pulling him closer with a lazy sigh.
He can't help the smile when he hears the near perfect pronunciation of the man though. He really is getting better, which means he really is trying. It means a lot more than he cares to admit and it rips a small laugh from him. A giddy one.
"I know the one. Now you'll have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the day, thank you very much" he murmurs as he gives the man a kiss on the top of his head just as the Cloak pats them.
Frank lets out a snort at Stephen's advice against charades, sparing a glance towards the sentient garment.
"You really let him treat you like this?" he asks in a joking manner before turning his attention back to the man leaning on him, nuzzling his hair.
"Of course I'll stay... wouldn't miss charades for the world~"
Unsuspecting of the prepared gift for the day, Frank allows his eyes to close for a moment, relishing in the warmth provided by the other.
"Feliz Navidad, luz de mis ojos"
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