#made my heart go owie

[luveline]

okok if you'd be into it, maybe Roan seeing reader in the supermarket and slipping away from Eddie to go and say hi? like he looks down from where he was reading the label on something and just panics 'cause wheredidshegoohmygod

you are the GOAT babe! absolutely best idea ever ever I owe u my life. kind of single dad Eddie losing his mind while u and his kid bond <3 | fem!reader

Eddie's completely unaware that you're even at Bradley's Big Buy. Him and Roan have only stopped by for some princess bandaids to cover her skimmed knees. She's calmer now she knows the princess bandaids are an inevitability, but she'd been near inconsolable on the drive here.

"You feeling better?" he asks hopefully, swinging her small hand gently as he walks.

He's taking slow steps to match her. They've made a one minute walk to the toiletries into five minutes and counting.

"Maybe," she says.

He almost regrets teaching her the word 'maybe'. Everything is maybe these days.

"What can I do to get a 'yes', huh?"

She wriggles her fingers in his. He gives her a nice squeeze and waits hopefully, pulling her past the aisle of shampoos and then the aisle of deodorants to the one beside it, first aid and ointments and things.

"Y/N," she says with surety.

"She's coming over again next week, babe."

"Now?" she says, or asks.

He stops in front of the plasters. "I wish, sweetheart. Alright, here's the bandaids... But where..." He frowns at the lack of pink bandaids and kneels down to search for them. There's puppies and sharks and fall leaves, but no princesses. He drops Roan's hand to push a box of plain bandaids aside. "You got along so well, I know she's excited to see you too, but I can't just ask her to come over. Well, maybe I can. How many dates do you go on before you..." He peers behind the boxes. Not a princess in sight.

He pulls away. "Baby, I don't think they have any-" Eddie stops short, a placating speech caught in his throat when he realises his daughter is nowhere to be seen.

"Roan?" he asks. With no time for her to answer, he repeats, "Roan?" loudly, loud enough to draw stares.

He swings his gaze one way and then the other, praying for a hint of her. The bounce of her little dark bunches or the flare of her dress dungarees.

Roan can hear her dad calling her, she just doesn't care. She'd seen you standing in the shampoo aisle debating between bottles and needed to come and see you.

You shrug and drop a blue bottle that brags moisture and definition into the basket and go to move to the deodorants in the next aisle when you feel something tug your skirt.

You look down and see a little kid.

"Hi, baby, are you lo- Roan?"

Hard to confuse her honey brown eyes for anyone else, you stop short when you realise it's Eddie's baby.

Roan finally has confirmation that it's you and shouts exuberantly, "Y/N!"

Your heart melts. Capital M, melts. You're putty in her tiny hands. "Well hi, princess."

She beams wide as she can and holds up her arms. It's a struggle to pull her into your chest — you're not as adept as juggling her with one full hand as Eddie is and you doubt you ever will be — but you make up for your clumsiness with pure adoration. She's just as pretty as her dad and twice as charming, wrapping her arms around your neck and ducking her forehead to your collar in a hug.

"Aw," you croon, patting her back. "Hi, baby. How are you?"

"I got an owie," she says very quietly. There's a soft whine to her voice like she might cry.

You encourage her head back to look at her. "Yeah? What have you hurt, sweetheart? And where's your daddy?"

You look over her head suddenly, half-expecting Eddie to be standing there watching. He's not. The aisle is completely empty. You walk to the end of the aisle in hopes that he's gonna be coming around the corner. No dice.

"Roan, where's daddy?" you ask seriously.

She looks as pensive as a three year old can. "I want the princess ones."

"Princess what?" you ask distractedly, eyes searching the store for Eddie.

Music plays loudly over the speakers, an old Bowie song. You can barely hear her answer. "For the owies."

You make a decision without thinking. Yes, Eddie's probably very worried that Roan isn't with him, but she keeps talking about a mysterious owie and you'd found her by herself, so you prioritise her hurting over his.

Sorry, Eddie, you think.

"What did you hurt? D'you wanna show me?"

She points down.

You hold her away from you (kind of, this carrying thing is hard) and find the rips in her thick wool tights edged in red.

"Oh no! You poor girl, I know that must've hurt. Did daddy kiss them better?" you ask sympathetically, wincing as you assess the surface scrapes on her knees. Bloody, but with no deep cuts you think she'll be okay.

"Yeah," she says tearfully. To your horror, her eyes start to well up. You've reminded her that she's hurting. It's not a good move.

"Oh no," you repeat, rubbing up and down the breadth of her back.

She's heavier than she looks and your basket makes your wrist ache but you refuse to put her down. Her crumpled face strikes a fear like God and you reckon putting her down will make it a whole lot worse.

You've yet to see her tantrum as Eddie promises she does. This feels awful enough, you decide, to see her actually upset about something. You flail to make her feel better.

"What can I do, sweetheart? Shall we go find you some bandaids?" you ask softly. She nod slow and rubs her eyes with her fists.

You hike her up your chest and move out of the aisle. As soon as you do you're almost knocked over, a fast-moving body smashing into your basket and tugging your arm. You shriek and Roan shrieks and Eddie stops in front of you, dark curls framing a frantic face, and says, "Thank fuck."

"Don't repeat that," you tell Roan.

"Y/N," Eddie says. Your name is sweet on his lips, affection and relief and gratitude. "Oh my god."

He laughs and then keels over.

"Eddie!" You drop your basket and it slams to the floor, reaching for his back.

"I'm okay!" he says, equally abrupt and stressed. He scratches two hands through his hair before he emerges and scrapes it all away from his cheeks, eyes bright.

He takes a deep breath. His chest rises.

His laugh is nice. You've heard it before. This one is sunshine in sound.

"I think I just had a heart attack."

"Oh my god."

"You're in my bad books," he says to Roan pointedly, glaring.

She glares back. It's amazing to you how they mimic each other, intentionally or otherwise. Twin scrunched noses, twin sloped eyebrows.

Then he dips forward and kisses her sloppy on the cheek. His smell washes over you, the unmistakable stick of engine oil hidden by too much laundry detergent. It's endearing. It makes you want a kiss on the cheek too.

"Baby," he says, voice all drama. It takes you a while to realise he's speaking to you. "I owe you my life."

"Well... actually, I think it might've been my fault. She knew it was me and-" Your eyes blow wide. "Eddie, she skimmed her knees."

"I know," he says, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. You can feel the clear indent of every finger pressing into your skin. "That's why we're here, for princess bandaids."

He rolls his eyes as if to say, what can you do? Though his voice had been so soft when he'd reassured you, like he'd understood the stress. Well, of course he had. He knows it better than you ever could.

"Princess bandaids," you repeat, stroking a rogue curl out of Roan's eyes. She shys at your tone, fondness for her doubled now you have some context. Princess ones, princess bandaids.

"You heard about 'em?" Eddie asks knowingly.

"All about 'em." You remember yourself and move your hands to under her armpits. "Speaking of..."

Eddie holds his hands out and takes her. Upset in remembering her injured knees she goes without a fuss, clearly craving her dad's comfort. She tucks her face into his neck and all but disappears into his hair. Eddie wraps her up tight, the last bit of nervous tension he'd been holding slipping away.

"We should go get some," he finishes.

You shift onto the side of your foot. "Maybe I can help look?" you ask.

Eddie grins at you. It's a cheeky kind of smile.

I see through you, it says.

"What do you think, baby? Think Y/N can come help us find some bandaids for your owie?" he murmurs.

She mutters something into his neck. He whispers something back, pats the top of her shoulders, and kisses her head.

"What'd she say?" you ask apprehensively.

Your awkward smile must amuse him, must endear him, something, because he smiles at you with his lashes kissing in the corners and elbows you with a great laugh.

"She asked if you'd kiss her owies too."

Oh my god. "Of course I will."

"That's what I told her," he says.

You pick up your basket and trip over yourself as you follow him into the first aid aisle. You're frenetic and awkward under Eddie's steady gaze, a bumbling mess of nerves and shakey giggles, but when it's your turn to kiss Roan's scraped knees, you're perfect.

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more eddie n roan

#eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #fem!reader #eddie munson fic #eddie and roan

[cod-dump]

I come back with another TV series quote, Stranger Things addition. I've been seeing all these posts about how done Gaz is with Soap and Ghost, so I thought I'd contribute.

Ghost, driving to the rendezvous point: *Arguing with Soap* What are you gonna do, walk to the extraction point?

Soap: I will do anything if it gets me a way from you!

Gaz, very tired and very done with this bullshit: Children! Children! Children! This interminable bickering was amusing at first, but it's getting stale, and we've got a long drive ahead of us.

Gaz: So why don't you two cut the horseshit and get to the part where you admit your sexual feelings for one another.

Ghost, almost stearing into a ditch: Woah!

Soap: You are way off base, buddy!

Gaz: Oh, spare me, spare me, spare me! *Leans into the middle concel, looking at Soap*

Gaz: Yes, yes, hes a brute. I know. Probably reminds you of a bad relationship, and gosh, you'd really like a nice man to settle down with, but admit it, you're real curious to know what he's like I'm the sack!

Gaz, turning to Ghost: And you! Hah! Well, you're just a big man baby who'd rather act tough than show his true feelings because the last time you opened your heart, you got hurt. Owie.

Gaz: And now, rather than admit these feelings, you're dancing around one another with this mind-numbing and frankly borish mating ritual. So please, for my sake, either quit

Gaz: Or pull over, tear off those clothes, and get it over with!

Ghost and Soap: *Silence*

There was a period after all that was said that Gaz was sure that he was dead.

The silence was loud, suffocating. Nothing was said for several minutes and that gave Gaz plenty of time to think about what exactly he had said and to who. He’s known Ghost longer, he knows how he feels about being confronted with his emotions, his humanity. Gaz felt comfortable with Soap but he knew the man sometimes had a explosive temper. So the silence, the silence that would not exist if it was just one of the men instead of both, was very nerve racking.

The fact nothing was said the rest of the drive said far too much, that Gaz said too much.

They made it to the extraction point where Nik was waiting. Again, nothing was said that was strictly business on the flight back. It was obvious that Nik picked up on the tension and quickly figured it stemmed from Gaz. Man had always been observant so Gaz was hoping he could rely on him for protection if it came to that.

They made it back to base and thankfully Price was there, waiting for them in a professional yet relaxed pose. Silently, the three climbed out and Gaz hung back to avoid walking between the all too quiet Soap and Ghost. He felt Nik’s gaze on him and then Price’s, the man quickly picking up on whatever Nik and felt/seen. Fortunately the man didn’t say anything about it and just walked them inside to debrief.

Everything after that point would just be too quiet. Even with the regular chatter of the soldiers, everyone moving and working as normal, it was too fucking quiet. Soap and Ghost went their separate ways after the debriefing and just disappeared all together after that. Gaz was terrified to go to his office or room so he chose to stick next to Price.

“Sergeant… dare I ask what the hell happened on that mission?”

Gaz just sat silently next to him, eyes flickering to the door of the room, as if expecting someone to come barging in and attack him. That might’ve been Soap’s approach, Gaz has never seen Ghost go in guns blasting unless there was no other option.

“More like what happened afterward… I think they’re going to kill me.”

“Why would you think that?”

Price was definitely showing more interest in whatever was going on with Gaz over the paperwork before him. Man loved to hear gossip even though he would rather eat straight coffee grounds than admit it.

“May have overstepped with Soap and Ghost.”

Price was laser focused on him and it made Gaz shudder. He tried to avoid looking at his captain and just focus on the door completely. Gaz knew he couldn’t beat around the bush forever (Price would beat him if he did) so he just took a deep breath and told him everything. He explained their argument, what lead to it, and what Gaz had said to them on the car ride to the extraction point. Gaz took a breath after the final word, leaning over the table and closing his eyes to avoid looking or perceiving anything.

Price laughed loudly and Gaz just hunkered down more. Price tried to say something throughout his fit of uncontrollable laughing fit but was simply unable to get anything out. Price wasn’t the type to laugh at someone’s misery (though it has happened) so Gaz was hoping the situation was just too ridiculous and Gaz’s worry was purely irrational.

Finally, after Price laughing long and hard enough for him to be out of breath, the man calmed and pat Gaz’s shoulder.

“I wish I could’ve been there!”

“Cap-“

“You’re fine, Kyle. They’re not going to do shit.”

Gaz relaxed at Price’s certainty. Price was right, he was fine.

Gaz would stay fine until the next day early in the morning. He would be at breakfast in the mess, attempting to chase away the grogginess with coffee when he noticed someone sit at the table he was at.

“Hey, Gaz. How’d you sleep?”

Gaz was surprised to hear it was Soap, “Fine. You losing your voice, mate? Sound like- OH MY GOD-“

Gaz had opened his eyes to see Soap and the absolute murder scene that was his neck. It looked like someone strangled him then bit him to hell and back. Gaz gawked, Soap avoiding looking him in the eye like he was Medusa. Gaz struggled to say something, anything.

“What the fuck happened to you?!”

Soap was red in the face, turning his upper body away from Gaz. Gaz was going to push more but then Soap muttered, face practically on fire.

“Had a… ‘talk’ with Ghost about our feelings yesterday.”

Gaz gasped louder than what others would’ve deemed necessary, but to him it was very necessary. Soap decided to leave quickly, Gaz just staring after him with his jaw hanging open. Soap disappeared out of the mess and Gaz didn’t know what to do other than grab his phone and immediately text Price what he had just learned and seen.

#first bigger thing I’ve written in forever! yay!! #cod mwii #call of duty #modern warfare ii #kyle gaz garrick #john price #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #drabble #ficlet #fic

[black-is-iconic]

Closed doors

Just a little bored drabble for @nessieartss  brother au I hope you like~

"It's so hot….." you mumbled from the floor of Yuji's bedroom spread out like a star fish as he fanned you with a makeshift fan (made out of a lid from a plastic container), "oi why do I have to fan you I'm hot too you know" Yuji grumbled softly but continued to fan you anyway.

"You lost the game and we bet on it" you said with a smug look sitting up and resting your head in the palm of your hand as you pointed a polished finger at him, "it's not my fault your ass at Mario kart" Yuji's eyes twitched and he growled.

"I do not suck at Mario Kart, you cheated," he said 'accidentally' slapping you on the head with the plastic bin. "Owie meanie I'm going to tell everyone you abuse girls" you said with a huff puffing out your cheeks, "funny I didn't know you were a girl" he retorted earning a dramatic gasp and assault via pillow from you.

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK YOU JERK" you shouted pummeling him with his pillow as he laughed on the floor and curled up into the fetal position, "calm down I was joking," he said with a laugh raising his hands in surrender."

"you're not funny" you pouted throwing the pillow on his face. Yuji peeked out at your teary-eyed face and your puffed-out cheeks and pulled you in for a hug "you know I love you" he said pulling you close to his chest, resting his face in-between the crook of your neck as his arms coil around your waist tightly.

"Let me go you jerk I don't wanna play with you anymore" you grumbled kicking and squirming in his grasp, "aww you're so cute~ like a little grumpy cat" Yuji murmured softly poking your cheek and humming into your skin.

An irk mark formed on your forehead and you turned around biting his finger which he simply laughed at, you eventually let go of his finger and rested your face upon his chest relaxing into the warmth of him and drinking in his scent.

You could hear the soft beating of his heart and felt the gentle vibrations against your own chest. After a moment of blissful silence he rested his chin on your head, "wanna play more Mario kart?"

He asked and you smirked "nah let's play smash" Yuji pulled your cheek with a gentle smile "but you know I'm bad at that game" he whined letting out an exasperated sigh "Sounds like a you problem" you coed playfully booping his nose. Yuji was about to say something when he heard movement coming from downstairs, "huh looks like my brother's home" he muttered softly and instantly you froze a small pout forming on your lips.

"Don't bolt let me introduce you to him he's nice.... occasionally " Yuji tired coaxing you even trying to hold you tighter, but you were as fluid and slippery as water and slipped out of his embrace bolting for the cracked open window and springing through it with practiced ease, landing in a barrel roll.

Which always amazed him since his room was on the second floor, not a second later the door to his room flew open and Sukuna burst in running at him and shouting "WHERE IS SHE?"

Yuji blinked twice "w-where's who-" he shouted before he choked as Sukuna encased him in aheadlockk with a smiled from ear to ear "you can't lie to me you little rascal unless your feet suddenly shrank and you've taken up an interest in hello kitty".

Yuji squirmed in his brothers grasps uselessly clawing at his arm with no results, "f-fine there WAS a girl but you scared her off with your loud mouth" Sukuna enthusiastically spun him around as Yuji flailed for balance "let go of me you ogre".

He hissed as Sukuna ruffled his spikey pink locks, "my little bro's finally becoming a man, took ya long enough " he teased pinching Yuji's cheek, "get off me asshole" Yuji pushed against his brother but couldn't help but laugh along as his cheeks took on a rosy hue.

"You're so annoying" he grumbled as Sukuna let him go "so where's the lady?" He asked searching the room, peeking under the bed and in the closet Yuji rubbed his neck and sighed "I already told you she bolted through the window when she heard you running up the stairs".

Sukuna stuck his head out the window and peeked out the grass below "from the second floor? Damn that's some fancy acrobatics" Sukuna exclaimed looking out of the window again and then back to Yuji.

"Did you…." he asked lowering his eyebrows in a suggestive tone, Yuji's entire face turned bright red and he covered his face in embarrassment. "N-no wh- I- Ju- ca- NO" he mumbled stuttering softly and rubbing his face.

Sukuna laughed again and pulled on his ear "come on can yo blame me? A boy and a girl alone in a room for who knows how long with the door closed?"

He asked laughing even harder at Yuji's mortified expression, Yuji looked at him with wide eyes "can we just drop it?" He murmured closing his eyes in embarrassment and coughing into his enclosed fist "geez" he muttered and Sukuna sighed "fine fine" he mused patting his back

#yuji x reader #jjk #alternate universe

[slightlystupidhun]

Clip Your Wings

WELL!! You all decided you wanted some Angel angst!! The runner up in the poll was going to be who I killed off so please enjoy! (Also I didn’t proofread because it made me sad)

Warning: Angst, Violence, Character Death, Major Character injury, owie my heart

Summary: The boys go out on a mission and Tank plays body guard. However the night doesn’t quite go to plan.

Angel had been pacing back and forth for about 30 minutes on a rant about who was better at games between Ash and Milo. Tank had watched them practically burn a hole in the rug with how much they had been pacing.

It was always funny, to Tank at least, whenever Angel would get into these fits. It would always be so hard to pull them out of it until they got a clear answer.

“Eh I think you should conclude that Milo is a bit worse than Ash. He’s okay but if you put him in a halo game, Ash has got him beat easily.” Tank yawned into their hand. “Not to mention if you put them in a horror game together.”

Angels eyes lit up with excitement. They had never thought of doing that but knew that it would be entertaining nevertheless. They walked over to the large leather couch and plopped down next to Tank.

“You really think we could make that happen?” Angels eyes beamed with anticipation. No doubt they were already scheming what to do next.

“I’m sure if he lost a bet we could.” Tank nodded and shrugged it away.

The night hadn’t been too bad this far. David, Ash, Cristian and Milo had gone out on a gig to help the department with some underground cult or something. DUMP needed brawn and the pay they provided was too good to pass up.

Since Tank was currently out of commission due to working the past two nights and refusing to tell Sam about a “small” ankle injury, David refused to let them go and instead had them stay with Angel.

Speaking of the Devil, or rather, Angel, they were now inserting a movie, it was Bambi. They loved the classic colors of the film and the adorable little cartoon animals.

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The small group of shifters blended in well with the department staff as they breached the cultist base. They walked through the cold cement building, it was only lit up by candlelight.

They soon arrived to a large wenge door, it was covered in scratches and red paint, making out faint markings of what looked to be a skull on a dagger. They slowly opened the large door to reveal the cult leader, who spun around in his chair in all evil villain fashion.

“Ah welcome, welcome friends.” He smiled at them menacingly.

“Blake. It’s over.” Sweetheart walked into the room, past the wolves.

“Maybe it’s over for now. But, not for me.” He let out a dark chuckle, glancing over to David. “You see I have been working day in and day out to…” he sighed. “Well if doesn’t matter anymore. I’m sure you wouldn’t care about me anyway.” He looked down, obviously trying to manipulate them. Then he smiled and made direct eye contact with David again. “But you do care for your precious Angel right?”

“Leave them be Blake, stop your short sighted tricks. It’s over.” Sweetheart said firmly grabbing their cuffs.

“Lets see if I remember your address… and if I don’t… maybe my shade will. He can clip your Angels wings”

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As the movie came up to the part (angels favorite part) where the animals find their “love” interests, Angel making plenty jokes about shifters doing the same thing, they heard a knock on the door.

It wasn’t a knock. It was banging. Loud banging.

That was when Tank got a call from David and immediately answered, already heading to stand between Angel and the door.

“Tank?” His voice called out frantically.

“Dav- what’s going on?” They asked, brows furrowing together and face scrunching up. They were preparing to shift if they needed.

“The cult they...” He took a sharp breath. “A shade, please get to somewhere safe and-“

Before he could finish Tank grabbed Angels wrist and took them down to the basement. Tank handed Angel the gun they always kept on them, in case they needed to defend themself.

“What’s going on Tank?” Angel said beginning to get scared.

“Anything comes down here you point and shoot.” They adjusted angels pose. “Just like this.”

“Tank, you’re scaring me… what’s going on?”

“A shade is here and I need to keep you safe.”

“What about you?” Angel asked hands shaking.

“I’ll hold him off until David gets here. I need you to stay here. Do not move from this spot okay?” Tank patted Angels shoulder and handed them their phone, Tanks screen lighting up with a text from Sam. “The code is 4321. Use it to call David if… just don’t move unless it’s to run away.”

With that Tank tan up the stairs, Angel could hear them locking the basement door and Tank shifting. The sound of wood splintering let them know that the front door was broken open. The large oak door seemed unbreakable to them, they could hardly believe it splintered, let alone broke at all.

They heard an ugly hissing sound, it must have been the shade. Then they could hear the sounds of fighting and growling. Angel had heard stories of shades from David. Tank really needed to be cautious… one slip up and they could-

Their thoughts were cut off by the sound of a table breaking and Tank yelping. They could hear the shifter take a large bite from the shade and another scream. Wait why did it sound like there were two shades? Angel swore only one was there a second ago.

They frantically texted Davey to let him know of what was happening.

Tank (Angel): They locked me in the basement. Tanks fighting two shades I think!! Davey please hurry!!

Davey: I’m on my way Angel hold on!

Sam: Hey Darlin how is your night going?

Darlin (Angel): Sam! A shade broke in, now there are two, Tank locked me in the basement and they are fighting them. It sounds bad.

Sam: I’m coming.

There were so many sounds happening. The sounds of Tanks phone flooding. The sound of wood splintering, glass shattering, a wolf yelping, shades screaming. It was all so overwhelming and suffocating. Luckily, the sound was getting quieter. Tank must have gone against one shade and won, but then they heard Tank yelp, a yelp similar to the one they let out when they rolled their ankle. Shit! They broke their ankle!!!

Angel tried to run up the stairs to go help but the door was locked and wouldn’t budge. The cold golden door knob now becoming their worst energy.

The sounds continued and the yelps got quieter, that was until it fell silent. Too silent.

Angel couldn’t tell how long it had been silent for. Seconds? Minutes? Hours? The silence was more deafening than anything and they now longed for the crashing and screaming and banging because that meant someone was still alive.

They sat against the door silently sobbing and curling up into a small ball. That was until the intense rush of footsteps ran into the house.

The basement door was very close to the front door. You only needed to take a left down the hallway. Footsteps, fast, and loud echoed throughout the hallway but Angel couldn’t stop themself from crying. The door suddenly flung open and Angel fell through to the floor, falling onto a familiar pair of hiking boots. It was David.

He gently picked them up and held them close to him. Cradling them and giving them soft kisses trying to comfort them. That was until Asher’s voice could be heard yelling from the kitchen.

“DAVID! DAVID HELP!” Asher sounded frantic and afraid. David stood up and ran over to Ash, fearing that his friend was being attacked. Angel followed behind David rushing through the hall.

Both of them froze upon arriving to the kitchen. There under Asher’s hand was Tank, a quickly fading Tank. Next to them, two dead shades. Their body was covered in blood and scratches and their ankle was popped out of place. Their face was becoming sickeningly pale and their lips were losing all color.

They smiled at Angle and gave them a sad nod.

“I won…” they said weakly coughing out.

“Hang on Tank! Sam is going to be here any minute! Please!” Angel said dropping to their knees at the shifters side. “You idiot! You should have run away! You shouldn’t have fought them… not for me!” They cried out loud.

“Hey…” Tank coughed. “I’d do anything to protect my Alpha.” They smiled softly.

David finally found his feet and moved to sit next to them. He tried to use his magic to heal them, he had taken a few classes after the last incident, but it didn’t work.

“Tank hold on please.” David said squeezing their hand.

“Davi…d T…Tell Sam… I love him… te…tell him he… he is the best… thing to…” their words got quieter and quieter and they began closing their eyes. David shook them, slightly slapping their cheeks.

“Hey! HEY! No no no no no You stay awake! You stay awake now!” David pleaded with Tank.

“You survived through all of this! You don’t get to die!” Angel cried out loud clutching Tanks hand.

“T…thanks for… for being… my family.” Tank smiled.

“Stop no final fair-wells! You don’t get to do that.” Angel patted their face. “You are gonna live! You and Sam are gonna get married, and I am going to force you to dress up, even though you will hate it.” They squeezed Tanks face and brought their forehead to touch Tanks cold skin. “Sam will look so dashing and smile at you like how he always does! You two will live a long happy life, and you will grow old, and be the godparent of any kid David and I adopt, if we do that.”

Tank chuckled which trailed off into a small fit of coughs. They felt so cold, so scared. They knew that it would happen sooner or later but god how they wished it wouldn’t be now. They wanted to live that life with Sam. To explore their new friendship with Angel. They wanted to be a part of the pack, to be a part of something that didn’t just involve fighting. They wanted to live.

But life was cruel. They learned that day one. They got colder and their eyes grew heavier. It was happening it was always gonna happen.

Angel remained in their spot. Their forehead pushed against Tanks.“Please! I need you to be here! You can’t die you can’t-“

“Darlin?” Sam walked in. The pit in his stomach grew and he felt physically ill. He immediately got down and tried to heal them but nothing seemed to work. They squeezed his hand and slightly shook their head.

They had talked about this, Tank wanted to live their natural life. They wanted to die when it happened. They didn’t want to be turned.

“Darin you know I gotta ask you one more time. Do you.. do you want me to.” He began to choke on his tears.

“Tank please…” Angel said sobbing out loud.

“Hey… I’m su..posed to… be th.. one cryn…” they looked back at Sam and shook their head. Denying his final offer. He solemnly nodded and lifted their head to rest on his lap. He ran his fingers through his mates hair as they drifted of to an eternal rest. “I… luv… y’all …” was the last thing they told the room before finally succumbing to their injuries.

Their lifeless body laid on the floor, in their mates arms, hands holding their Alphas and their best friends. Their family, Milo, Cristian, and Asher, stood in the corner of the room, holding one another.

This day would be one that broke Angel. They truly loved keeping company and being the friend of Tank. Watching tanks bored expressions during pack meetings always brightened their day. When they went to the first meeting without Tank… or Sam. They had to excuse themself to cry.

They moved out of the previous home they built with David and into a new one closer to the woods. They would go to sleep and still feel the cold wall of the basement, and hear the screaming and crashing and banging of their home.

They would hear tank screaming for help before dying in their hands, being suffocated by the loss. By the fact that they couldn’t do anything.

And in the end Angel never got over that feeling. Tank made them feel like they were strong. That it didn’t matter that they were unempowered. However, this situation reminded them of one thing. They were powerless. They were human.

#redacted asmr #redacted audios #redacted darlin #redacted david #milo redacted #redacted sam #redacted asmr asher #sam x darlin #redacted shaw pack #redacted asher #redacted angel #Angel x darlin #redacted asmr david #david x angel #redacted blake #redacted shade #redacted sweetheart #redacted angst #redacted fanfic #redactedverse #redacted sam x darlin #redacted sam collins #redacted dump #redacted audio

[irondad-creator-awards]

And The Finalists Are...

The following are the 2023 Irondad Creator Awards Finalists for the fic-based  awards.

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#Irondad Creator Awards #Irondad Creator Awards 2023 #Iron Man #irondad #Irondad and Spiderson #spider-man #fanfic #fandom awards

[enderr-rabies]

HOLIDAY NIGHT’S.

Bob Velseb x Gn! reader

ohgoohohoho yes, hello tumblr i have decided i too, want to join the bob velseb x reader shenanigan's, this honestly was rushed, i have a headache and its a big owie but hey, whattya gonna do about it? also if you squint this could be lore idk

(also happy holidays:])

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It was the holiday season, store's and restaurant's rushed and busied themselves with holiday gifts and family meet ups, the expecting early closing of everything thru the nights so workers can go home to relax and enjoy themselves, except for a few. A man by the name of Bob Velseb who owned a small diner in a local town was one of the few people who were open for the holidays. It being his business, he can open and close his shop whenever he pleases, this holiday he had planned to close it like always, he has no family nor friends he plans on seeing.

But on your regular lunch breaks, you go visit and start chit chat with the man that runs the dinner, you spat out the idea of keeping the diner open during the holidays, there wasn't much thought to it, just an empty idea. Bob curious though, asked what you meant, you told him he might get more business with keeping the place open, some family's like to eat out as a holiday tradition and some cant afford a holiday meal so it could help out. Bob took that idea into consideration as he watch you take a bite of your burger that you would order regularly whenever you stop by.

Soon enough he eventually asked if you'd help him prep his restaurant for the holidays, that involved him buying a few decorations and you bringing a few of your own, you even brought your Christmas tree in which Bob helped you decorate, conveniently funny you had a little burger ordainment that had cartoonish eyes and a Santa hat that was chipped.

while thru the few days you both decorated, bob asked if you were going to stop by during the holiday, but like a sour note to his ear's you had said no. not exactly no, but just the case that you were busy, which either way made a pain in his chest, You were his top costumer, a favorite at that. so when you told him sadly you wouldn't be joining him for his holiday opening he was upset, though he hid it threw his hazed eyes and a forced toothy smile.

so when he saw you knocking and waving through the glass door to his business out in the winter wonderland, snowflakes barely grazing over your form, he was thoroughly surprised.

he dropped his rag onto the counter he was once cleaning and rushed over to unlock the door and ushered you inside, instantly noticing the redness on your cheeks and nose.

"Darlin' what are you doing here? i thought you said you were gonna be busy today-" Bob interrupted himself as you pulled out something from behind your back, your own smile plastered on your features, questioning himself if it warmed you just as much it warms his heart.

"I said toDAY, not toNIGHT, plus i physically couldn't hold myself back to give you your gift anymore." You handed Bob his gift, messily wrapped with snowmen littering across the paper, a red bow neatly tied in the middle, a card sticking out underneath it.

Bob took the gift hesitantly, like it was the most fragile thing in the world, his eyes were wide and his smile faltered for a second, fortunately you were occupied at looking at the clock.

"Not to mention its like 9:47." you stated, putting your hands in your pockets, poor thing you must be freezing, nothing but a heavy hoodie was keeping your body warm.

Bob snapped out of his trance at the motion, gift still held gently in his hands as his eyes met yours, his smile was now small but soft.

"Heh, didn't even realize, i've been working all day the time must've slipped my mind. time fly's when your havin' fun huh?"  The large man asked, furrowing a playful brow at you as he watched you roll your eye's but couldn't stop the small giggle that slipped between your lips.

"Shut up old man." Bob just chuckled as he walked behind the front counter, placing your gift down next to his rag as you followed pursuit, sitting down on a stool, putting your elbows on the surface cupping your hands to your face as you tried to gain feeling back to your fingers.

"Would ya' like some coffee? just made a fresh pot not to long ago." Bob asked, already getting you a cup as you nodded, grabbing himself a cup as well as.

your leg bounced up and down excitedly as the larger man finished and stirred up both of your beverage's, you hoped he liked his gift, you put a lot of work into it but you still couldn't help but feel like it wasn't the best.

anxiety nipped away at your nerves as Bob placed your cup in front of you, you watched as it steamed, the heat of it barely hitting your face but it still proved some warmth.

Bob looked at your gift, his smile almost faltering again but stopped as he watches you pushed the present towards him, happily chanting for him to open it, but Bob didn't want to touch it. He didn't want to ruin it, even though it was still packaged he thought it was beautiful on its own, the idea that you had gone out of your way to even think about getting him something was filling enough to his heart, but the lively present in font of him felt like the most delicate thing on  earth, the feeling that once its open it would lose its rarity.

"Y'know darlin' you didnt have to get me anything-"

"Of course I had too, you mean a lot to me and I needed to find a way to show you. Now shh and open your present."

you stuck your tongue out at the man in front of you as he laughed once more at your playful actions, ignoring the warm feeling that washed over him as you said that, he placed his hands on the silky bow, hesitant to open for a moment before taking the bow off only for the whole wrapping to come undone revealing a white box.

Bob snorted as he watched you bring your hands up over your face, a muffled scream met his ears before he covered his own mouth with the back of his hand to try to contain the laughter that was bubbling inside of him.

"It's the thought that counts sugar." he laughed at your deflated state before opening the box only to met with the vision of red.

"I hope you like it, it was my first time trying to crochet, so im sorry for some of the loose parts but over all I think it came out pretty good!" you squeaked out, hoping that the your friend agrees with you.

It took Bob a moment to register what he was looking at but in the moment you started talking it clicked, it was a red sweater. you had made him a red sweater. Pulling it out of the box to get a better look at it, his fingers were met with soft fabric that were knitted neatly together, the feeling lingered and danced on his fingertips as all he can do was just stares at the clothing.

At your view it look like he was staring blankly at it, did he not like it? did you mess something up? you can fix it if you have too! But sweet thing, the man that stood in front of you loved it, well, love wasn't even the right word to describe the feeling that weighed on his chest. It was overwhelming and it burned but it felt good, it felt golden a holy feeling is what he would say, if he were a holy man.

You sat quietly as you watch Bob put the sweater on, gently one arm through the hole and the same with the other, the skin on your lip falling to your lap as you picked nervously.

The sweater fit perfectly, in fact it was even a bit loose on the larger mans form, that made you feel a bit good about it, but maybe that's not what he likes. But you had to admit it did fit his aesthetics, his dark hair and messy stubble did fit well with the maroon color of the sweater.

You laughed nervously to yourself as voiced cracked underneath the weight of your nervousness.

"Heh.......D-do you like it?"

Bob looked at his signature smile and heavy lidded eyes were still on his face, but if you squint you swear you could see hearts pulsing in his eyes as he stared down at you.

"I love it, its very comfy, don't think im ever gonna be able to take it off." He said calmly ignoring the ravishing feeling that was chewing threw his nerves as he took at a sip of his now lukewarm coffee.

you sighed in relief internally to yourself, as you went to now take a sip of your own coffee the dryness that coated your throat was now clear when Bobs voice interrupted you.

"But-" he placed his mug down and gave you a small smirk.

"You do realize im going to have to get you somethin' now right?" you let out a annoyed groan as you threw your head back, like that of an annoyed child.

"I told you, you don't have to get me anything." you said glaring at him, but all he did in return was lean his upper body against the counter top, his smirk never leaving his face as he used his elbows to prop himself up.

"I think I said the exact something to you and what did you do?" once again he furrowed his brow at you as if he was interrogating you.

You on the other hand just grumbled under your breath and furrowed your own brows as you took a sip of your now cold coffee, hearing Bob chuckle to himself next to you.

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#bob velseb x reader #bob velseb #spooky month #spooky month bob velseb #enderr fic #sr pelo #spooky month x reader #shake bob like a ragdoll #also shake you like a ragdoll #tbh i kinda dissociate when writing fics #i let my mind take over but its like ratatouille #ALOS SORRY IF THIS IS BAD #also #idk how to tag

[aroacebkgo]

Hello! I’m a big fan of Pjo, and was wondering if you could do something with little!fem!reader with an age range of 1-3 with Cg!Percy and Annabeth? No prompt, just them babying her!

A/N: Absolutely! Thank you for being my first request. I love Percabeth so much so I’m really excited to write this. I hope it’s good! ^^

Summary: The reader gets hurt while playing outside, causing Percy and Annabeth to fuss over her. :)

You giggled as you ran around outside Cabin 3, a small smile on your face. Percy and Annabeth, your caregivers, were watching you from the front porch. You were having so much fun! You were playing pretend, running around and pretending you were a fairy.

Until you fell over. You weren’t exactly paying attention to your surroundings, and you tripped over a large rock. You squeaked in surprise as your knees scraped against the rough ground, and your palms slammed against the floor hard in an attempt to ground yourself. It hurt, but you didn’t even start crying until you slowly and shakily got up, looked down, and realized you were bleeding. The sight of the blood made you panic, and you immediately started wailing.

The sound of your cries immediately sends both Percy and Annabeth into panicked parent mode. They quickly run over to you, Percy swiftly lifting you up into his strong arms and carrying you back into the cabin. Annabeth follows right behind him. You’re crying the whole time, your little hands holding onto Percy as tight as possible as your tears make your vision blurry and your eyes sting.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, I promise. You’re alright, little sharky, just a few scrapes.” Percy coos, trying his best to reassure you. He sits you down on his bed, wiping away your tears gently with his thumb.

Annabeth quickly grabs a first aid kit from a nearby cabinet. Once she retrieves it, she runs up to you, Percy moving out of the way. She opens the kit and looks up at you, a soft, loving look in her eyes. “This is gonna hurt a little bit, sweetheart, but I have to do this to make sure you’re safe. I’m gonna clean your owies so they don’t get infected. Do you want your pacifier while I do this?” She asked gently, looking right up at you and speaking slowly and calmly. You’re afraid, you don’t want it to hurt! But you nod your head. You know your mama wouldn’t do anything to you if it was bad, and you’ve had boo-boos before.

“Percy, go grab her pacifier for me, please?” Annabeth asks Percy, briefly glancing at him.

“On it.” Percy replies almost immediately. He opens up a drawer in the nightstand next to his bed and grabs your pacifier, a cute little blue thing with jewels and beads and a little shark charm on the front. He pops it into your mouth before giving you a kiss on your cheek. He gently grabs your hand, knowing you need the comfort.

“Alright, you ready?” Annabeth asks softly, looking up at you with a small, loving smile. You nod your head and let out a little “mhm” noise. Annabeth grabs some rubbing alcohol, in the form of a spray bottle, and sprays it on the wounds on both of your knees and both of your palms. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly and let out muffled little whimpers. Percy gives you little kisses while she does. After Annabeth sprays the rubbing alcohol on your scrapes, she quickly puts little fish and owl themed bandaids on them.

“All done!” She exclaims when she finishes, planting little kisses on the top of the bandaids before planting a kiss on your forehead as well, earning a little giggle for you.

Annabeth can’t help but chuckle, smiling gently. You’re so adorable, you make her heart melt. “Do you want cuddles now, baby? What do you wanna do?” She asks, gently holding your other hand that Percy isn’t currently grasping.

You look up at Annabeth and babble softly while making little grabby hands up at her. She knows what this means, even if you’re just saying nonsense. This earns a soft chuckle from both Annabeth and Percy.

“Of course, little one.” Annabeth coos. Soon enough, you’re laying down in Percy’s bed, with Percy holding you from behind on your right, and Annabeth holding you from the front on your left while they give you little kisses. They both love you so much, and you feel so taken care of.

#age regression #agere #percy jackon and the olympians #Percy Jackson #PJO #Annabeth Chase

[aurora-starwars]

Could i ask for some Anakin x Fem!Reader fluff? Maybe just a few days after Anakin got his hand chopped off (owie), and he's self-conscious about his new prosthetic hand, his darling notices and starts kissing his knuckles and holding his hand?

A Loving Heart Is The Truest Wisdom

Anakin x fem!reader

Summary: When Anakin is escorting reader back to her planet after the battle of Geonosis, he gets a little self-conscious about his new prosthetic hand, luckily he has someone to comfort him.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Slight angst, talks about the clone war, hand removal?

A/n: Thank you for requesting, I love this idea, so cute! I hope you like it!

Master-list

It had been a calm couple of days on Naboo; a stark contrast from the days before on Geonosis. A battle that had been deemed the start of the Clone Wars. Although, that had yet to matter to [Name] and Anakin. The two had spending extra time together while they could in Naboo while Anakin “escorts” [Name] home. An easy journey, a pleasant one even, made more pleasant by the mere presence of each other.

As they lean on the balcony, watching the world of Naboo go by, they find themselves in a temporary moment of peace.

“Anakin, how do you feel about a walk? I know some lovely trails surrounded by beautiful trees.” [Name] smiled, looking over at Anakin, who was looking out over the lake, before looking back at the lake as well.

Anakin smiled, thinking of all the wonderful time he could spend with his beloved, it hadn’t been a long time they had been on the planet, but Anakin cherished it all the same. It wouldn’t be long until he has to go back to the Jedi Temple on Coruscant.

“A walk would be very nice.” Anakin sighed, head moving to look at this hands that were clasped together and resting on the baloney’s railing.

Anakin’s eyebrows creased as he stared at his hands. Even at first glance, anyone could see, the metal was hard to miss. Anakin had only lost his hand to Count Dooku a few days ago, and it felt wrong to only have one of his hands. The metal was cold against his skin and he couldn’t feel with it the same he could with his real hand.

Anakin looked up again to find [Name] watching him softly, a steady smile on her face and an easy look in her eye, a look that made Anakin feel like a beautiful wounded animal someone had shot down in a forest. She was watching him carefully, not wanting to intrude but still with a need to help. He smiled at her softly, and his heart started beating faster when she smiled back. That smiled would never get old.

She reached her hand out, palm up, a silent request for his hand. As his right hand approached hers, a moment of hesitation passed, and [Name] took hold of his metal hand that was waiting in the air. It was a brief moment, but it was enough for [Name] to see what was going on. It had been a couple days of this. The staring at his hand, eyebrows scrunched, eyes almost watering; the hesitation every time he went to touch her in anyway. [Name] didn’t miss a moment of it; she wanted to give him his time, to not intrude on his healing in the hopes of not worsening his insecurities. But healing did not seem to be what was happening in Anakin’s beautiful head.

With Anakin’s hand in hers, she looked into his eyes, and smiled softly.

“Do you know I love you, dear?” [Name] smiled, watching as his face melted.

“Yes, I do.” Anakin smirked, “Do you know I love you, my love?” [Name] giggled softly, moving her other hand to grasp Anakin’s metal hand, holding his one hand in both of hers.

“Do you know that that means I love all of you?” Anakin’s smile fell ever so slightly, eyebrows narrowing carefully.

“I love every part of you Anakin Skywalker.” [Name] began kissing Anakin’s metal hand slowly, beginning with the thumb.

“I love your eyes, and how they watch me softly.” She kisses his pointer finger.

“I love your bravery, and how you are always ready in the face of battle.” She kisses his middle finger.

“I love your heart, and how much you care for the people you love.” She kisses his ring finger.

“And I love your hands, and all that they do for me and this galaxy.” Finally, she kisses his pinky finger, before looking into Anakin’s teary eyes again. The tears escaped his eyes as he looked down, a soft, quiet sob leaving his pretty lips.

A soft hand carefully wiped a tear off his face with her thumb before cradling the side of face, gently guiding him to look at her.

“Anakin, you are the most wonderful person I have ever met and I love every part of you. Metal or not.” [Name] smiled softly, bringing his hand up for one last kiss on the top before looking in Anakin’s eyes again.

Anakin’s mouth curved into a sad smiled as he gazed into [Name]’s. A easy beat passed between them.

“I love you so much.” Anakin said quickly, with desperate haste before he brought [Name] into a passionate kiss. Although quick, the kiss said many things Anakin could not vocalize. A thank you, a plead for [Name] to never leave, a declaration of love that Anakin could only covey with his body and soul.

As the two separated, eyes met, an understanding was made between them. Though unspoken, they had both decided that they would never leave each other, not for long, they would always be there for each other.

“How about that walk?” Anakin proposed.

[Name] giggled before reaching her hand out again.

“Shall we?” Anakin grabbed her hand, this time without hesitation, a big smile on his face.

“We shall.” He replied, smirking at her as she guided him to the trail.

The two walked into the trail hand in hand, feeling closer than ever. It was like the air on Naboo was lighter for Anakin, like the birds were singing just for him and his love. Never before has he felt so complete. He only wish he could spend the next forever like this.

A/n: Please feel free to request! Please have a look at the guidelines first. <3

Master-list

#anakin x y/n #anakin x reader #clone wars #attack of the clones #star wars #anakin skywalker #naboo #senator!reader #reader #x reader #fem!reader #anakin x fem!reader #anakin x senator!reader #skyguy #anakin needs a hug #anakin skywalker fic #anakin fanfiction #star wars fanfiction #star wars characters #future husband #requests are open #you like to read? #not gay today #slay all day #star wars fic #fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #y/n without the y/n #please request #requests are still open

[allibby]

Hiking story with mama

The sun peeked through the trees as Mama and I started our hike. I held Mama's hand tightly, excitement bubbling inside me like fizzy bubbles in a soda. We were going on an adventure, just me and Mama, surrounded by tall trees and chirping birds.

"Mama, look! A bug!" I squealed, bending down to get a closer look at the little beetle crawling on a leaf.

Mama smiled and knelt beside me, her eyes twinkling with joy. "Yes, baby, that's a beetle. Isn't it amazing?"

I nodded eagerly, feeling like a real explorer discovering new creatures in the wild. As we walked, I found more bugs, each one making my heart dance with happiness.

But then, uh-oh, I tripped over a root and got an owie on my knee. Tears pricked my eyes, and I felt scared.

Mama scooped me up in her arms, cradling me close. "It's okay, sweetheart. Mama's here. Let's fix that owie."

She cleaned my scrape and put a bandage on it, her touch gentle and soothing. With Mama by my side, the owie didn't hurt as much anymore.

"Thank you, Mama," I whispered, snuggling into her warm embrace.

"You're welcome, my little one," Mama replied, planting a soft kiss on my forehead.

As we continued our hike, I felt a little tired, so Mama pulled out my favourite paci and handed it to me. I popped it into my mouth, feeling comforted with a big smile.

Finally, we reached the top of the hill, and the view took my breath away. It was like stepping into a painting, with green hills and blue skies stretching as far as I could see.

"Mama, look how pretty it is!"My heart fills with joy, the pacifier still nestled between my lips.

Mama smiled down at me, her eyes shining with love. "It's beautiful, isn't it, sweetheart? And we made it here together."

With a happy sigh, I wrapped my arms around Mama's neck as she carried me the rest of the way. Standing together at the top of the hill, I felt like the luckiest girl in the whole world.

Me when? 😭

#age regression #agere blog #agere little #sfw littlespace #age regression community #age regressor #sfw agere #sfw caregiver

[saltpepperbeard]

AAAAH so I’ve been inactive/lurking for years but I need to come out from the shadows for a second to THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR OFMD METAS. Especially your takes on Stede in 6/7!! I know a lot of people have said it, (bc it’s true and right) but you describe and explain things SO WELL IT BREAKES MY HEART. AGH. THANK YOU. I feel like this last episode especially was just the culmination of Stede putting all his core insecurities into a pressure cooker and leaving them there while he focuses on everything else. We all love to point out that this man just does NOT talk about any of his core issues while they are VERY MUCH still issuing! He still believes everything bad that has happened is all his fault!! He’s still thinking about that blood spattered little boy at his core!! (side note: a famous, deadly pirate getting killed via Stede throwing a violin at his head was NUTS. that concept is NUTS. I love this show.) Honestly I think at this point it’s just finally Stede’s turn to have a breakdown, and that’s where at least some of his behavior at the end of ep 7 is coming from. Most of our major characters this season have had one where they break hard, find support, and come out on the other side of it at least a little better. He has NOT. He hasn’t had a Stede centered heart to heart with anyone yet!! He’s grown so much in so many other ways, but like you’ve said!!! He just will not OPEN UPP. Because it’s scary!! What if you finally say the thing you know is fundamentally wrong with you, and the people you love finally see you for what you are?? Why would you do that when you can just try to fix it by shoving it down and making yourself into something else instead? And then what do you do when that all goes to hell anyways?? You act a fool and get your ass beat by a pirate queen is what 😭😭. It feels like we’ve all been side eying Stede not talking about his issues and the show just went, “Yep! For sure! Now look at what it’s done for him.” That compared to everyone else working through things and starting to move on?? Owie. Absolutely delicious- but also I think I’m different now. Like, as a person. And I trust this show to work it out!! I think Stede will get there eventually!! But like. Fuckin OWIE.

(This is an absolute WALL of text good god. Thank you again for sharing your thoughts and being yourself <33 I’m going to cry into the floor and try to function like a normal person)

...

Well goodness, do I feel honored to be graced by your presence and YOUR lovely thoughts too! Because your so-called "wall of text" is SO beautiful and so thoughtful and so very ACCURATE AS WELL. AND IT SUBSEQUENTLY PUNCHED ME IN THE KIDNEY </3 SJDKLS.

Because Lord, you're right, how do we expect this man to function when he hasn't had his bathtub moment yet? And to think--he ALMOST could have. Ed was opening the door and giving him a place to talk and share vulnerabilities. Ed came in and started talking about his DAD, which as we know is a MAJOR piece of vulnerability for him. He really came in and set the stage for them to go in that direction...

Onllllyyy for adrenaline and desperation and perhaps a bit of fear to still prevail.

Like, it kills me. HE kills me. People give him the opportunity. People try and extend an olive branch. And yet still, he hides behind numerous walls. He helps other people before he helps himself. His bathtub was used for the benefit of others in episode 6 as opposed to his own. And I think that's a perfect representation of his character as a whole, really.

And man I knew, I KNEWWWW he was going to have so much to work on when the season opened up with that dream sequence. I think that dream sequence spoke on SO MUCH of what's going on in his head. It really cracked his psyche right on open. The beard, the ruthlessness, the deeper voice, the posturing, the way he doesn't "gain access" to Ed until after he's made a kill...

It was all just SCREAMING self-image issues and toxic masculinity issues and trauma to me. Not to mention how DRAMATIC of a contrast it was to Ed's. Ed loves his darling, sweet, fantastic goldfish for who he is. And it kills me that Stede can't see that yet.

But yes, I do believe we'll get there. I believe that's WHY all of this is being shown/set up. The show is very clearly telling us that Ed and Stede have issues to work through, and that their relationship is going to take mutual effort to become mature and grounded.

...But man, is the climb up to that A BIG OWCHIE INDEED LMAO.

#Answered #oh-dear-gracious #Stede Bonnet #OFMD #OFMD Season 2 #OFMD S2 Spoilers #Gentlebeard #Blackbonnet #just going to throw this into my- #Revenge Rambles #tag because META LOL #META EVERYWHERE #I also think I'm particularly passionate and also DEFENSIVE of him because this is striking personal chords l m a o #Like I've experienced similar instances of having to force myself to do things uncharacteristic of me simply to try and win respect/approva #And have ALSO prioritized others' wellbeing over my own #NOT TO GET TOO DEEP ON MAIN HERE HSDKLS BUT LIKE #STEDE JUST....... #STEDE JUST RESONATES WITH ME IN QUITE A FEW WAYS #SO #YOU KNOW HSKDJLSHDLKS #but again thank you so much for coming over and talking because YES #IT'S ALL JUST SO????????? #LIKE IT HURTS #A LOT LMAO #BUT MAN #DOES IT GET OUR TRAINS OF THOUGHT GOING HUH #CHOO CHOO

[catboy-sephiroth]

Back in March, @prismaticpichu briefly described a scene she was writing to me - roughly 2 sentence summary - and I was so inspired by what she was telling me I decided to do my own take on it. Ordinarily, that'd be where it ends. I was reminded of it recently, though, and I figure this blog is as good a place as any to share. (I did also ask her first just in case ^^)

I present to you: ouch! owie! it's Zack (degradation edition)

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"Angeal's dead, because of you. Do you know that?"

So much anger and poison lay in Zack's tone. The wound still on his shoulder, the grey starting to speck into his hair, The tension in his frame, the sword drawn - their comparatively calm woodland surroundings only lent a sense of dissonance. A sense this shouldn't really be happening.

Sephiroth had thought there was a mutual understanding, about Angeal, that death was not the plan. But then, they'd never really spoken about that mission, and here they were again. If he couldn't save them last time, he shouldn't have held onto hope this time, either.

Sephiroth had a sickening feeling, the longer he lived, that his choices were never going to matter.

"Zack, we don't have to do this," he still said, barely holding back the boiling feeling.

"You didn't have to, either," Zack spat.

Clear as day - Zack stood ready with Buster, only awaiting the moment Sephiroth drew his own sword.

Whether he turned against Zack or Shinra, what was left for him? How could he return to Shinra with blood on his hands and work for them as if nothing had changed, and they would chew on his will until nothing was left? But could he turn away from Shinra, either, who would clutch onto him 'til the last?

Quietly, he assumed his stance with Masamune, his heart and mind running through all the possibilities - to see what he could still salvage from the crumbling form, the inevitable death of yet another friend.

"Your move," Sephiroth said, because for what it was worth, damned if he was going to be the instigator.

His grip tightened around Masamune, finally deciding his path. This was going to be precise. Luckily, he had spent his whole living memory being precise.

"I get it," Zack growled, charging. "Even now, you're still putting it all on me!"

Even through the sting, Sephiroth didn't falter. He ducked beside a diagonal swing and went in for a grab around the waist.

Zack's reaction was immediate, flailing to escape before his rotting mind could catch up. And Zack was damn strong - but Sephiroth could not let go.

"Get off -"

"I'm not going to fight you!"

Zack finally slowed down. Took a deep breath. Sunk into the hug, recognising it for what it was.

"Damn it... We made a promise, didn't we, and now look what's happened..."

Sephiroth listened, quietly. To his words. To his racing heartbeat.

"I went and screwed it up again. I- you sent me, but it was me who did it, every time, this time too -"

"Zack, stop."

"It's going to keep getting worse," Zack sniffled. "Should just put me out of my damn misery already-"

"Zack!" Sephiroth loosened to look at him directly. "I will not. This entire time, haven't I been trying to avoid it? Hurting my loved ones?"

Zack blinked his teary eyes. Finally, he threw his arms back around Sephiroth. But he whispered:

"Sometimes not doing it hurts more."

And Sephiroth understood. He understood the horrible web they were caught in, where any action would disturb every thread, would call the hungry spider closer.

And he held back the words: I love you.

Because such a comfort was only the twist of a knife.

#i tend to call this a #fanfic lump #i dunno if I'll really be sharing fic here much or but writing and art aren't so different really #the big difference between mine and hers was in her original version #the “i love you” did go said #of course the tone and voice were also very different. more actively dramatic! very different dialogue! it's very cool! #but under the differences the bones of it are ofc the same so it's fun to look at #crisis core

[mitochondriencocktail]

1 and 11 for the Good Omens AU ♥️

YIPPEE!!!! Ah, Hellhound Bojan and Angel Jere <333 I promise they haven't been abandoned. Just a hiatus since we burnt ourselves out a bit going absolutely insane HAHA

What’s their love languages?

OUGH OK SO since in this fic, none of the tension has been broken yet, so it's a lot of building up and showing how they appreciate and love one another. And that has been really fun to play with because it's like... how do you layer that in naturally, you know? Make it feel believable that these people not only love each other, but are ACTIVELY falling in love with one another.

For Jere, definitely words of affirmation, acts of service, gifts. He's always been quick to compliment others, so to him, it's natural. But there's something about the way Bojan reacts so sheepishly, like he cannot fathom Jere's saying something nice to him, that makes Jere want to keep pouring on the praise. Hyping him up. Acts of service, again, something he's naturally inclined towards as an Angel. He wants to help others and that extends easily to Bojan who he realizes he wants more of. And for gifts... the gold necklace. Oh, my heart.

For Bojan, gifts, acts of service, and I'd say touch. The more comfortable he becomes, he definitely eases into and craves Jere's touches. They ground him, make him feel worthwhile. As for gifts, even though it's through theft at first, he does try to make amends with Jere by gifting him things, and acts of service... dog motif. He'd do anything if Jere asked him to, for better or worse.

And I think quality time is something they both want more of, but it's scary to be so vulnerable and ask for more, you know? Especially under the circumstances they're in. In an ideal world, they'd be able to set aside time without the pretense of 'hiding Bojan' or 'stopping Armageddon.'

11. What’s a song that describes their relationship? Or, what’s the song that they’ve deemed “their” song?

This is another AU with a MASSIVE playlist, so I've selected a few that I feel fit best

Kind of like how in Good Omens, they have Queen as their band, we sorta made The Beatles the equivalent of that, so obligatory:

Who am I without a dog motif:

and when this song dropped we went insane at the lyrics:

This just made me soooooo sappy over them. Thank you for these <333 It sorta reignited the deep love I have for these versions of them oof owie my heart

#bojere

[smileymoth]

Easy to hurt

Bdubs gets hurt at the mob farm and Etho patches him up. Sesson 3 aftermath.

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“If anything, I’m offended that you would do this.” Bdubs huffed, rubbing his arms to soothe the burn. 

“I should be apologizing, I’m sorry Bdubs, I should’ve known it was you.” Etho furrowed his brows. But he wouldn’t have known it was him -- he could’ve only guessed, or not set up the trap in general- no, it was done now. Bdubs was visibly hurt. His heart ached for him as he could see the red inflammation spire on his forearms. 

“You should be, yea!” he declared, pouting, “I come over, just wanted to get some levels… I even improved it. I put some slabs here and…” he continued, Etho zoned out for a bit, trying to figure out how he didn’t die in the first place, at least respawning would’ve healed his burn a little bit. 

After fixing up the system, as they were walking up the stairs, Bdubs started talking again, voice loving as always, “You know, Etho, I feel like if this whole thing falls apart and, alliances and stuff, it will still be you and me. We’ll still stick together.” 

“I got your word on that, right?” he questioned, knowing full well Bdubs would go to the end of the world for him.

“Yes! Obviously, 100 percent! I would never turn on you.” he turned to Etho now. “Never.” he emphasized as he stared right in his eyes. Etho blinked away, trying to behave normal about this exchange. That might’ve been too much to ask for, however, as he was already feeling guilty for letting Bdubs believe he was dead weight, for hurting him in the TNT trap, for replacing him -- but wasn’t that a part of the fun of these games? 

As Bdubs was about to leave, Etho couldn’t help but stop him in his tracks. “Bdubs...” he started.

“Yes, my beloved?” his sweet voice asked, stopping in his tracks again, looking over the shoulder.

“You got burns..” he noted, eyes shifting from the reddened skin, back to his face, back again… 

“Well, obviously! Who put them there? You did!” he crossed his arms, flinching as the burn settled with the rough fabric of his shirt touching his skin. “Owie.” he frowned. 

“...Let me heal you.” he pleaded, looking at the ground in shame. 

When Bdubs didn’t resist the offer, Etho led him down to the TIES base, and let him into the secret bunker. Bdubs sat on the cold hard floor with crossed legs, nibbling on the bread he had stolen from the bread bridge, trying to regain some of his energy. 

Etho knew the rest wouldn’t be happy with a stranger knowing all the ins and outs of their base, but as he had heard Skizz say, “You know how he is with Bdubs.” He could’t deny it, he was awfully smitten with the man who tended to lie right in his face, who also laughed at him and bullied him, but who at any given chance would jump to his protection. He was just special, to him, specifically, and everyone knew it, whether he liked it or not. 

He shuffled through the chests, searching for the healing potion they had made earlier. “Hm. Someone must’ve used it.” he reflected as he pulled out an empty vial with faint pink residue on the inside.  He picked out the last ghast tear in their stash, Tango would probably kill him, but no one had to know. A vial of water and a small spoonful of netherwart was next to follow. “I have to grind it up… I’m not going to brew it, that would take forever to cool down.” he explained, grabbing a bowl and a blunt stick. The ghast tear crushed easily, netherwart left a red streak on the side of the bowl as he ground up the two. A few drops of water from the vial and some blaze dust followed. The mixture slowly turned into sparkly light pink paste. Etho knew it would still be a bit grainy , it always was, he had made a good handful of these balms himself to know - he added even more water to dilute it to a runny consistency. The man on the ground was humming something to himself, grimacing when a whim of air passed by his burnt arms. At last, Etho kneeled before him, the bowl in one hand, a sugarcane tissue in the other, it was soaked in water to soften it up in order to not hurt the skin even more. “You know the drill, it will sting a bit.” he said as he scooped some paste up with the tissue. 

“Yees, yes, I know, get on with it already.” he grumbled, rapidly getting more tired and irritated, he had business to attend- by that he meant going back to Cleo and Scar to drop off the gunpowder he had… borrowed. He was caught out of his thoughts when the balm touched his skin, emitting a yelp from the guy. He knew how strong of an effect the potion had when it was applied directly and not brewed as intended, but he didn’t expect it to be such a crystal cold and prickly sensation. The cold flashes and dark spots in his vision kicked in as his beloved friend tortured him with ghast tear toxins. “Shhh, it’ll pass in a second.” Etho tried to reassure him, voice sweet and calm as always, gently dabbing the fabric up and down the burns. 

Bdubs tried to keep his breathing under control, but couldn’t help his breath hitching up every now and then, along with the whimpers and tears swelling up in his eyes as Etho put more paste on the pink tinted fabric, carefully tending the other’s wounds. “Etho, it hurts.” he croaked, squeezing his eyes shut, one tear escaping down his cheek as a particularly sore spot was pressed on. 

“Oh I’m so sorry. I’m being as careful as I can.” he whispered apologetically, pulling away immediately as he felt the others hands shaking in his grip. “I know it hurts but…”

“Just get it over with already!! I don’t have all day!!” he cut him off, voice shaky from the dulling ache. “You said you wouldn’t try to kill me but this is not looking good on you!” he sounded only a tiny bit angry with Etho. “I think you find it amusing to find me in pain.” he continued to try guilt trip the one trying to heal him, even if his words came out jumbled. He sounded pretty pathetic whining like that, he thought to himself; he other would not buy into his attempt of trying to defame him sounding like that.

Etho sighed, looking up at him, stopping for a second, “I don’t, really. You just make it so easy to hurt you. Hadn’t you lied, we wouldn’t be here.” he replied, hearing Bdubs huff at him. “Ok. Now let me bandage you up, it should sting for a bit longer until the ghast tears dissolve into the skin tissue.” he explained after he was done, getting up from his knees to get the bandages out. He knew Bdubs teary eyes were glued to him as he moved around, searching. No one had dared to organize any of the chests, so it was quite the nightmare. 

Etho was careful not to pull the fabric too tight around his forearms, leaving enough space for it to let air through, yet hold in place and not let any dirt or dust near. Bdubs couldn’t help but think that he was really masterful at this, as if he had worked as a healer somewhere sometime. Or he was just so used to patching up Bdubs’ wounds. He, however, decided not to ask. The pain had already made him feel dizzy and tired, no matter what he did, he couldn’t avoid the feeling of his arms on fire. He knew it was the anti septic feature of the tears, but it still felt awful. “All right, Bdubs… All done.” he tied a little bow on the side and tucked the fabric in. Before getting up, he hesitated a second before leaning in and giving the grumpy Bdubs a faint kiss on the forehead through his mask. “Go now, before Skizz finds you here, no point in you getting smacked by his sword again.” 

#ethoslab #bdoubleo100 #ethubs #trafficblr #limited life smp #trafficshipping #smileymothwrites #i proofread this about 10 times at this point. enjoy

[x-authorship-x]

Okay so I've been having thoughts about the time up until Shisui's death (specifically the hope au) and it's driving me insane. Anyways, do you ever think about how exhausted Shisui probably was mentally, emotionally, and physically? Like first off, where would he have even felt comfortable to sleep let alone allow himself to with everything going on? Like he's been distancing from his teammates, they've practically been avoiding each other from both sides, and Shisui found out a group of supposed "anbu" were following him that one time so the dorms are out. He hadn't accepted his room at the Yamanaka house as his yet and he wouldn't have wanted to be around Ino when he was so stressed- plus he would have spilled info to Inoichi whether he wanted to or not. The Uchiha compound was being watched and just not a great environment with everything going on, let alone him having to sleep in an empty house. The only person he could really talk to was his literal kid cousin he was always trying to protect so that's a no go- he was essentially cut off entirely from his support system while also having to repeatedly deal with his uncle, the clan elders, and Danzo. He was pretty much forced into a dangerous mission mindset with no breaks in a place he was supposed to be safe and able to rest and y'know /not/ deal with the world ending stress of trying to save both your clan and your village where even a small mistake could be fatal. Then! He gets betrayed by Danzo, who's supposed to be a village superior he should be able to trust! He gets attacked in his own village, all alone, has his eye stolen, gets poisoned, and all of that horrible stuff! Doesn't help that he has literal reality warping eye powers so losing his eye by a treasonous bloodline thief is terrifying!! With him being poisoned, possibly had his grandfather's eye used against him, missing one of his own eyes, probably in shock, terrified, and exhausted it's no wonder he wasn't exactly making great choices. Even if he didn't consciously think it- he was a tired, traumatized 19 year old who was extremely stressed and probably just wanted to get out of this situation. Also let's not forget that because he was still in his mission mindset, he was pretty much locked on to the goal of doing whatever it takes to protect his clan and village so he probably didn't even think about trying to get help from his teammates or sensei to /save his own life/ because he grew up prioritizing others (his cousin, his clan, his village, etc) over himself and that was even before he was cut off from his support system!! And even in his final moments he uses his own death as a tool!! Like I can't even be mad at him or think what he did was stupid because like- it's understandable why he did what he did even though I absolutely hate that it happened. How did Inoichi even let him out of his sight?? I could never. I want to wrap him up in a warm blanket and never let him go, y'know after i kill Danzo with my bare hands.

Honestly this ask just reaaaaally made me want to delve into Inoichi's POV, like what if Shisui is the puppy to his John Wick???? He just starts fucking dropping people and Danzo is like GET ME OUT OF HERE?!?!!

Glorious 👌

But anyway, Anon this ask hurted so good 🥹 owie, thanks for breaking our hearts all over again for the millionth time ❤️

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #shisui death mention #hope au #not #no tomorrow #udb #until dawn breaks #Inoichi #inoichi dad and shisui son #SHISUI OWWWW

[solarisposting]

thoughts on 1989 TV?

I've not yet actually listened to the whole thing because of life hectic-ness, namely foot surgery that has made fun things like Consuming Music I Love suck a lot. So I'm listening all the way through today while I do some scanning for work! This is gonna be a sort of "live react" stream of consciousness thing that I'll ideally edit before bombarding you with my Thoughts :-)

In general, everything sounds so much crisper and I am LIVING

I've always been kinda meh towards style aside from the last chorus, but there's something sooo much better about style tv!! Haven't listened to the OG 1989 in ages, so I'd need to compare to really explain it (and it might be obvious, but I'm not the greatest at remembering the little details from pre-reputation albums bc rep was my first as a a Fan™️)

Her matured and vastly improved vocals are to die for and have been throughout the ~taylor's version~ journey. MWAH!

OOTW is already a gorgeous song, but tv is, again, just so...!!!!!

AYHTDWS is already one of my favorites, so the rerecording has me EMOTIONAL it's so beautiful. Hold me I listened twice (which I consider a sin on full listen-throughs of albums, though I AM a horrid sinner, so)

I still hate shake it off, but this one's much better. Milder hate, more like distaste now, sort of like a mushy thing on the bottom of my shoe instead of the bottom of my sock

IWYW makes me sprint thru the streets at 5 AM even with my recently removed stitches owie

WHAT IS THE SECRET SAUCE HERE?? Do the drums sound better? Idk!

I know bad blood is considered cringey but listen. It's also so fun and the cringe makes us free. Maybe the harmonies on the chorus have more parts?? Gdi i need to do one to one comparisons with all of these. Already salivating over the Kendrick Lamar version at the end of the album I'm excited for him

It's official that 1989 tv has made me really like songs I've been ambivalent or mildly positive towards (like style and wildest dreams now), so that's like actually huge imo

Everything is so pretty! (I'm half asleep now help I'm at WORK)

I Know Places is one of those TS songs I rarely listen to and then I listen and am like "why the fuck aren't I listening to this one daily" and IKP tv has me feeling that More Intensely

Clean is yet another fave and clean tv makes my very soul tremor. Don't look at me for a week

Wonderland continues to be a fucking transcendental experience that electrocutes my spinal column <3 the bridge is even MORE earth-shattering than it was in the original. please see my original thoughts from 4.5 years ago

these feelings re: Wonderland still stand and always will

The first chord of YAIL kind of sounds like the first chord of Give Great Thanks by Dorian Electra lmao

Still not crazy about YAIL but the lyrics and the ****** lore...phew!

New Romantics tv is suuuch a good example of how gorgeous tayla's lower register has gotten. It's so much richer and I guess more well supported?

I've heard that Slut! is actually emotional af...not ready

"I might as well be a joke in love" HOO BOY I SEE NOW WHAT FOLKS HAVE BEEN TALKING ABOUT

"Got lovesick all over my bed" is SO !!!!!!

Okay yeah Slut! is so fucking good

Say Don't Go has me reeling. I can see why it didn't make the final cut (she is just a little too unlike her brethren to the point that, imo, she wouldn't fit well into the original album as well as the songs that made it do), but it's soooo ggoooooOOOD!!! It gives me almost like...cousin of 1989 and Lover and Midnights vibes?

Now That We Don't Talk...!!!! These vault songs fucking rule, dude.

The end of NTWDT 🤝 Mastermind??

The I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it ⏩️ I broke his heart 'cause he was nice pipeline and how it rejects the continuation of a cycle of passivity while simultaneously continuing the emotional burden carried by women in their relationships!! And also a cycle of cruelty! These are half-baked thoughts but they ARE thoughts I'm having!! An english degree was wasted on me because my textual analysis skills are still so juvenile,,

Is It Over Now Boo From Fleabag Moment

I WAS RIGHT THE KENDRICK LAMAR BAD BLOOD VERSION IS SO FUCKING AJGKDHAGXGBX AHHHHHH (dats me yellin)

#wow this was an Experience WHEW #ann with an ie #i love you for prompting me to do this anon #i also didn't end up editing anything lmao

[mischiefm4n4ged]

Little sirius doesn’t want to be alone

This entire concept is sfw!

Sirius sat up from his position in bed. One moment he was happily cuddling foggie, reading his picture book and the next he was hyper aware of how silent everything was and how alone he was. Moony. He wanted moony. He got up from the bed and went into the living room to look for him.

“Moony?” Sirius called out hurrying to the kitchen to see if he was there but he wasn’t. Fear struck Sirius and he held back his tears as much as he could.

“Moony-“ he sniffled a little before the bathroom door unlocked. At the sight of Remus he started to cry hard.

“Hey… hey What’s wrong? What happened?” Remus softly pulled Sirius toward himself and wrapped his arms around him in a hug.

“I- i looked for you every- where…and I couldn’t find you… I thought you left without me” Sirius hiccuped and stuttered as he clinger to Remus shirt.

“Baby…I would never leave you…I’m right here. I’ve got you..” Remus shushed him and stroked his hair.

Sirius sniffles and looks up, making Remus’ heart break at the tears on his cheeks. He wipes them away and kisses his face.

“Want uppies? Then sippy?” Remus asked hoping the suggestion will brighten things up for the little.

“Yes please” Sirius raised his arms and Remus lifted him up easily, wrapping Sirius’ legs around him.

They walk into the kitchen and Remus sits Sirius down on his chair. “There we go…oh um- love, don’t-“ remus said as sirius put foggie’s leg in his mouth. Remus removed it, much too Sirius’ dismay which was clear from All the whining.

“Hang on a sec…” Remus said and left the room for three seconds to grab the paci from the hall and Sirius was already out of his chair, afraid Remus would disappear.

“Moony” Sirius pouts but Remus helps his sit down again and take his paci.

“Good baby… now let daddy make you your sippy” remus smiled as he knew that particular word could make Sirius feel so much smaller and he would be a lot more obedient which was definitely needed.

Remus looked through the cupboard then looked at Sirius with a smile and then back at the cupboard, playfully. Sirius giggled. “Hmmm do you want the green one, the blue one, the yellow-“

“Blue one!”

“Right, one little blue sippy cup for one little hopefully not so blue anymore pup.”

“I’m not blue I’m sad” Sirius said around his paci and leaned his head on his hand.

“Thats what it means bubs” Remus said as he put the milk in the microwave.

“That doesn’t make any sense!” Sirius said and gestured with his hands.

“I agree!” Remus chuckled and stroked Sirius hair out of his face. “You must’ve been scare Hmm pup? I’m sorry.”

Sirius shook his head and shrugged “I was really brave! even pronsie said I was once! Don’t worry moony” Sirius said and puckered his lips for a peck.

“You’re the bravest little one I know” Remus said and smiled.

“I want my sippy” Sirius said, too distracted by the microwave’s beeping. Remus stands up and gets the bottle.

“Let’s wait for it to cool down a bit, not gonna have any owies on my baby’s tongue” Remus frowned.

“Oh owie?” Sirius put his hand against his lips.

“Yeah…” Remus said and searched his brain for something to entertain the little before he gets bored and stormed off. “Hey pads, what animal is this one?”

“It’s a cwocodile!” Sirius said with his paci still between his teeth.

“That’s right! And what color is it?”

“Hmm…green!” Sirius laughed as Remus made different amazed faces.

“That’s my baby… good job!” Remus praised and after a few rounds of this game he helped Sirius put it in his mouth and hold it firmly.

“Want me to help you?” He asked and Sirius nodded handing the bottle to Remus who took it and led him to the living room. They sat on the sofa and remus held the bottle with one hand as sirius played with his other hand from where he laid in his arms.

Sirius’ hand went limp suddenly and remus realized he was asleep. He removed the bottle and reached for Sirius’ paci while saying sweet nothings to him.

“I love you my darling…” he said and Sirius hummed quietly in response, even from his sleep. Remus inserted the paci and let Sirius lean on him until he felt sleepy too and carried him to the bed, of course never leaving foggie behind.

#sirius black #marauders #remus lupin #wolfstar #i don’t know what I just wrote but it was fun #little sirius #sirius in little space #sfw agere