#picking him up and hugging him like a squeaky toy

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“I hated who I was. All I wanted was to like myself. To be cute, and smart, and perfect.”

                                                    -- @crrisp

         "I like Raymond as he is, an' who he can be as well. Bu' i' is importan' fer ya ta love an' like yerself too. Do ya like who ya are now, Raymond?"

#༼ 🌟 open your messages! ༽ #crrisp #Nic will absolutely pick him up and hug him like a squeaky toy

[lemonlover1110]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 5] Evening Off

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“Mommy…” Ren taps your face. Lately he’s picked up the bad habit of waking you up earlier than you’re supposed to, and it’s getting on your nerves. The first morning was because he was hungry, but lately it’s because he’s bored and wants to spend time with you– You understand where he’s coming from, you two barely spend time together and the early morning is the only time you can actually do something, but you barely sleep and you appreciate every minute of rest.

“Let’s sleep some more, buddy.” You tell him, wrapping your arm around him and cuddling him. You need to save up all your energy for tonight, after all, you’re going out with people you don’t want to go out with. You talked to your mother to take care of Ren since she’s feeling better, you also wanted to give the nanny the night off since she has her own family to take care of. 

“I’m not sleepy, mommy.” He answers while your hand begins to pet his hair. You hope that it’ll help him sleep, but once Ren wakes up, it’s hard to get him to go back to sleep. He gives you around five minutes– Five minutes in his mind, but it’s actually a minute of extra sleep before he says, “Can we play, mommy?”

“Baby, I’m so tired.” You whine, and he worms out of your embrace. You hear him walk away, and just as you’re succumbing to slumber, you hear a squeaky toy in your ear. You finally open your eyes, and you look at the little boy who looks at you with doe eyes. He just really misses you and wants to spend time with you. You get up and you begin to walk to the bathroom, “Brush your teeth before anything, Ren.”

“Okay!” He yells before he runs behind you to brush his teeth. And like that, your day gets started.

You eat breakfast, play a little with Ren, then you make lunch for the two of you, and after you play a little more, and by a little more, you mean for the rest of the day. You’re tired of playing, but he’s just so happy while he plays with you. When you finally get him to watch a show and relax, there’s a knock on the door and then someone rings the doorbell; you know it’s your mother, meaning that it’s time for you to start getting ready and actually start your day. 

You open the door, and your mother engulfs you with a hug. You hug her back, a smile coming to your face as you feel her arms around you. The smile fades as you remember that you have to go out. And your stupid self agreed to go out clubbing with them afterwards. Maybe you can cancel last minute, but you’re not sure that Mrs. Gojo would be too happy with you.

She walks inside, pulling away from the hug. She calls out Ren’s name, and the little boy goes running to his grandmother. He hugs her, and you smile as you watch the exchange. You close the door and you tell them, “I’ll start getting ready.”

They ignore you as you walk to your room and to the bathroom to take a shower and begin getting ready. You try not to spend too much time getting ready because you tell yourself that you’re not trying to impress anyone… But you are, and even though you try not to spend too much time on your makeup, you do. You take too long picking out an outfit and matching shoes. You’re not even going to comment on accessories– You don’t have a lot to pick from, yet you struggle with which ones to put on.

While you decide on the earrings, your mother walks into the room. You don’t notice her, focused on your reflection on the mirror. You’re startled when she says, “This is a nice apartment.”

“I know. I like this better than staying at her house.” You share, and she chuckles in response.

“I can only imagine the nightmare she is. Worse with age.” She responds, and you hum in response. You finally decide on the earrings and you put them on.

“She’s not so bad with Ren. Absolutely adores that boy, that I can say.” You tell her. You finally turn to look at her, a sigh leaving your lips before you roll your eyes just thinking of Mrs. Gojo. “She wants to make my life miserable though. I have no idea why she wants me to go out with her son and friends. She probably just wants me to be miserable.”

“‘Her son’ like he isn’t Ren’s father.” She quotes, and you two are so focused on your conversation that you miss the little boy that stands behind your mother, one that walked out of his room and wondered where his grandmother went. He makes his presence known when he hears the word father.

“Daddy? Are you going to see my daddy, mommy?” Ren speaks up, and you both freeze as if you had been caught red-handed. As Ren grows older, he asks more questions about his family. Thanks to what he sees on television, he knows that he’s supposed to have a father. It also doesn’t help that he sees his friends’ fathers, and he slowly realizes that he’s supposed to have one as well. Your mother turns around and smiles down at the young boy.

“How about we get some ice cream.” She offers, completely dismissing the question. He completely forgets about what he was talking about at the offer for ice cream, and you watch as he nods excitedly, a big smile coming to his face. You watch them walk away and go to the kitchen, and you end up sighing. Each day you wonder how you’ll answer the inevitable question of who his father is and where he’s at; he doesn’t know about you doesn’t seem like a good enough answer. 

You arranged a ride to take you to the restaurant that you were supposed to go to. You weren’t expecting anything fancy, just a small restaurant to eat something before getting the night started, but you’re proved wrong. Of course you are. They’re not going somewhere cheap to eat, even if they have other plans after. You’re not sure if you’re dressed right until you see Shoko who dresses in the same style. She holds a cigarette between her lips, and she throws it on the floor when she sees you walking over.

“Are we underdressed or…?” You begin and she chuckles before she pulls out the phone to look at the time. “I was expecting some cheap place… I mean they do have plans to go out afterwards right?”

“It’s funny you think that they’d step near a cheap restaurant.” Shoko responds, and you two begin to walk into the place. Shoko tells the hostess Gojo’s name for the reservation, and she walks you to your table. You find that you’re not the first ones there since Suguru is sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone. Shoko rolls her eyes before saying, “It’s a surprise that you’re here early.”

“Why do you sound irritated by that?” Suguru says, raising his brow as he look at Shoko. The man stands up from his chair to walk over to you and give you a side-hug. When he does so, he walks back to his seat, and you take a seat as well. “Did you two come here together or…?”

“We just met outside.” Shoko answers. Your leg begins to bounce as you think about what’s coming up next. Shoko notices and she’s about to ask why the hell you even decided to show up, but she puts two and two together and it all goes back to Mrs. Gojo. “How long do you think it’ll take for Sayo to realize that they were together for a bit.”

“Who?” Suguru asks, genuinely confused but then he looks at you. Suguru then chuckles before shrugging. “I mean… They are so awkward around each other, she’s bound to know something is up.”

“I’m right here. Change the topic.” You tell them. “I don’t want to talk about the Gojos. I already have enough dealing with the mother daily, I don’t want to talk about the son nor the wife.”

“How did you even end up working for her?” Suguru questions, and that’s something that Shoko also wonders; she knows that you had a son, but that’s about it. What prompted you to seek out help from Mrs. Gojo.

“A lot of bills, little money, barely any help.” You keep it vague. “What can I say? She might be a total bitch but the woman pays well.”

And just as you say so, the couple makes their presence known. Your face gets hot immediately, thinking that they heard you call Satoru’s mother a bitch. Sayo and Satoru greet everyone at the table before taking a seat. Your eyes look over Sayo, and you feel… Inferior. You know another person’s beauty doesn’t take from your own, but as you look at her, you feel as if she’s sucked the beauty out of you. She wears a white silk dress that accentuates her body, a ruby necklace around her neck with matching earrings, and red lipstick on her lips– She’s not dressed  to go out clubbing.

She looks at you and smiles. “It’s so nice to see you here.”

“How’s your cat doing? I hope he’s not too bummed out that you’re here.” Suguru mentions and you end up chuckling. Dinner would’ve been fine without Satoru and Sayo, but that’s not the reality. They’re there so it’s all too awkward, even if you try to converse. Sayo is pretty much the only one that speaks, occasionally, Suguru helps her out.

You do find out that she’s your age, of course from a wealthy family, and she’s currently a stay-at-home wife, and she’s planning on keeping it that way. She’s into painting, yoga, horseback riding, and whatever rich pastime one could think. What you find the most interesting is that apparently Sayo and Satoru met once before in their childhood: a winter that the Gojos went to Switzerland. They have a picture together from years ago. It made you comment,

“Wow, it’s like you two are soulmates.”

Sayo chuckles while Satoru’s eyes wander around. He can’t look at you straight, you don’t think he ever will again. Sayo tucks a strand of her long black hair behind her ear before she comments, “I don’t believe in soulmates, and Satoru doesn’t either.”

“Really?” You furrow your eyebrows then you look at Satoru. He would always call you his soulmate but apparently he’s changed. Or maybe he doesn’t want to admit something so foolish to his wife.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” She asks and you end up nodding. She then proceeds to ask, “Do you think you’ve met your soulmate?”

“I don’t think I have.” You answer, and you glance at Satoru who finally looks at you. You look away and your eyes land on Suguru. “How’s your residency going?”

“God, let’s not talk about that because I’ll rip my hair out.” Suguru responds, which makes Shoko say,

“Oh my God, let’s talk about it then.” She smirks while looking at Suguru, and Suguru rolls his eyes. The pair used to get along but now Shoko seems like she can’t stand Suguru.

“You’re just mad because your parents didn’t let you study medicine.” Suguru comments, and she end up scoffing. Sayo takes over the conversation before they continue bickering.

Shoko drives you and Suguru to the club that you’re going meeting Satoru and Sayo at. You’re more excited about this than dinner because you actually have the chance to get away. You’re able to let loose for the first time in five years. Of course, you’re in a private booth of the club because apparently Sayo and Satoru don’t like to be close to other people, but it’s fine. You and Shoko still get away.

You do a round of shots with Shoko, which didn’t take too much convincing from her part, and then you dance with her. You’re having fun with her, until you feel a pair of hands on your hips, and you tense up. You turn to look at who it is, brushing their hands away. You bite down your lip, holding back a smile as you put Suguru’s hands back on your hips. You begin to dance together, and when Shoko notices, she walks away not wanting to witness whatever the hell is happening.

“Why aren’t you two dancing?” Shoko asks, raising her voice so it can be heard over the music, walking back to Satoru and Sayo. She’ll sit down for a minute, have a drink, and then go back to dance. Satoru has his arm wrapped around Sayo, just looking around while she sips on her cocktail.

“Sayo doesn’t like to dance. What about you? Are you tired already?” Satoru replies, raising his voice as well, and Shoko chuckles.

“Suguru started dancing with her and I needed to get out of their way before they started making out in front of me.” Shoko says, which makes Sayo laugh while Satoru shifts in his seat. His eyes look around for you amongst the crowd of people and he finally finds you, grinding on Suguru. 

“Does she like him?” Sayo asks, and Shoko shrugs.

“I know that he likes her! Ever since we were teens!” Shoko responds, and maybe it’s the dim purple lighting that makes her eyes see things, but she swears she sees Satoru clench his jaw. She acts as if she didn’t see anything, playing it off as her own faulty eyesight before she stands up to get herself another drink. She doesn’t want to stay with Satoru and Sayo for too long; she feels too awkward when she’s alone with them.

“I’m gonna get something to drink! Will you come with me?!” You tell Suguru and he follows behind you when you grab his hand instead of letting go. And even though you came here with the Gojos, you’ve completely forgotten since you’re having fun. You finally let go of Suguru when you spot Shoko, and you hug her from behind before resting your chin on her shoulder.

“Are you drunk already? You’ve only had one shot.” Shoko comments. “Did you become a lightweight after having a baby or what—”

“Huh?!” Suguru’s eyes widen. Did he hear that right or is the music so loud that he’s mishearing things?

“What?!” Shoko turns around, and you let go of her. She acts as if she didn’t say what she just said, and she’s able to convince him that he heard wrong. And instead of getting the drink that you originally had in mind, you do another round of shots with Shoko but this time, Suguru takes one with you.

You go back to dancing with Suguru, and you try to drag Shoko with you, but she doesn’t want to join you. The next time you do see her, she’s with Sayo which you weren’t expecting. But you don’t pay much attention to them.

You’re focused on having your own fun with Suguru.

“Uhh…” Suguru’s neck hurts. He slowly opens his eyes, feeling something poking his cheek. He doesn’t remember much from last night– Just dancing with you, and maybe having a little too much to drink… Did he drive himself home? No, he’s not reckless nor irresponsible. He didn’t even take his car– Maybe it was Shoko. His head is killing him, and he wants to go back to sleep, but something keeps poking him.

He opens his eyes and the place is too bright. This has to be Shoko’s apartment because it certainly isn’t his. He sits up, and begins to look around. The poking on his cheek stops, instead it transfers to his ribcage. And he finally looks down.

His eyes widen at the sight. Is he still sleeping? He has to be because he’s seeing a four-year-old version of Satoru; he doesn’t remember taking any drugs last night. Suguru just stares at the little boy.

He fully wakes up when he hears,

“Are you my daddy?”

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Akatsuki parents? Akatsuki parents.

because I like shoehorning my experiences into my ninja bullshit. Hope y'all enjoy my rambling. : )

Feat. Hidan, Kakuzu, Kisame, Itachi.

Hidan ends up a girl-dad, and a proud one at that, given your daughter is a complete fucking gremlin, just like him. An aggressive toddler that looks like a tiny little sweetheart, with chubby cheeks, gorgeous violet eyes framed by the prettiest eyelashes you'd ever seen, and hair that looks like a carbon copy of your own. Her little smiles are a mixed bag, and you never know whether to expect cute baby affection or chaos that no toddler her size should realistically be capable of bringing into existence.

Nobody expects it when she toddles on up, all tiny, squishy hands and 'awwww, hug?'s, only to turn on a dime and start biting, smacking, or pinching- all while wearing a huge grin that she must have inherited from her dad, or giggling like a squeaky hinge. Babysitters do not last, Hidan finds absolutely nothing more hilarious than seeing another one leave haggard and never pick up jobs from either of you again.

She's a natural climber, knows no fear, and loves nothing more than climbing up onto the back of the couch and waiting. 'Oh no, 'M stuck!' is a goddamn trap. It took a couple pint-sized ambushes, wherein she lunges, catches some serious air, and rams into you or Hidan at full force to learn that lesson. Your natural state becomes STRESSED. Hidan, on the other hand? Constantly entertained. That little girl can do literally no wrong, because, shit, she's just emulating her dad, obviously.

If it's possible for a toddler to be sarcastic, she is, and it's only ever when she's using her manners. One tiny little eyebrow cocked, a crooked smile and cooed, 'Oh, nooo. So-orry!' Hidan has literally cried from laughing so hard, until she turned it on him. One big, angry bitemark on his forearm later, and those tittering giggles and 'Uh-oh, you o'tay? Uh-oh!' felt just a little more irritating than when they were directed towards you. He's even less impressed when you're laughing right alongside your little devil-child.

Older kids tried, once, to pick on the little girl who laughed too loud and played too hard. Unfortunately for them, she's always had a set of lungs and knew damn well how to use them. One blood-chilling shriek- not because she's hurt, but because she knew he'd hear, and haha, there's dad. Big, fat crocodile tears, a quivering pout and squeaky, 'Oh, no!' and it was game on.

Hidan doesn't give a fuck how old a snot-nosed shithead might be, his bullying is indiscriminate and he's had far longer to refine his insults than they have. She's rarely bullied, because word spreads and it's hard for a kid to bounce back from such heated and targeted shit-talk, even harder to bounce back when they watch some whooping, laughing maniac beat the shit out of their dad for trying to step in. You were only slightly surprised, and a little concerned when your little gremlin laughed and squealed over the playground dad on dad beatdown.

Deidara drops by from time to time, and he seems to have as much fun wrangling your tiny little hellion as Hidan does. He doesn't mind the fact that she can be aggressively playful, and takes absolute delight in the way her eyes go wide and shine with awe when he shows off his art. She's fascinated by his hair, and you find some remarkable moments of quiet and peace when she's perched on the couch with him on the floor, her chubby fingers toying with and carding through the golden mane that's somehow smoother and shinier than silk. If he minds the fact that she essentially pets him like a cat, he certainly doesn't mention it. 'Awww! So sof', so sof'.' Between Deidara and Hidan's high energy capacity for mischief, his visits always end up with your daughter properly knackered, and mercifully tame for the rest of the day.

Kakuzu didn't want kids the same way a dad doesn't want the dog his kids inevitably end up bringing home. You two ended up with a daughter, and at some point, somehow, someway, he became begrudgingly attached and takes over everything surrounding that little baby. Maybe it was the fact that when he looks into her eyes, he sees a soft, sweet mirror of his own, moss-green eyes that haven't yet seen the horrors of the world and the awful things that wait within it. Either way, the most miniscule part of him that can still feel love does, and every ounce of it belongs to her. You have your share, but you know that his daughter put the moon and the stars in his sky again.

Your full-time job becomes raising her, the little lady that sees the world with his eyes and speaks remarkably well for a tiny toddler her age. There's not a snowball's chance in hell that he'd trust some random to watch over his girl. You're just lucky that she's an honest delight to raise, although that might be your own bias talking. Kakuzu does a lot of reading with her, and it's almost comical to see a man like him drawling and grumbling through a ten-paged book about a little pig's wild adventures in kindness.

When Kakuzu's balancing books in the evening and she can't sleep, she always seems to find her way to the kitchen table where the old bounty hunter is pouring over expenses and budgets. Tiny fingers count on an abacus while he counts stacks of green, and when he loses count because she's quietly chatting away to the walls and the table and his ears when they listen, he can't even find it in himself to be upset. Not when those pretty eyes turn their gaze to him and she bids her sweet 'uh oh, sorry papa'. For all his power, he can be weak in those moments that make his heart just a little happier.

Innocent, and unacquainted with the temper that almost defines him as a man, she isn't afraid of him, she isn't afraid of him, she isn't afraid of him. Never had she, nor will she ever bear witness to the ugly, vicious face of his short-fuse and hellfire wrath.

That sweet little girl is spoiled, and that's only because she never seems to ask for anything herself. So polite, for one so small. When little green eyes sparkle because they fell upon a pretty dress, a toy, a book that has her oohing and ahhing, a little cup that has a straw 'oh, wow!' and a cute little pig printed on the plastic 'ohh! a piggy! haha, oink oink!' - who is he to turn his head and leave it at that?

She could ask for the moon, and it would be all he could do to bid a slow, pensive nod and murmured assurance, 'It only sits in the sky for you.'

Hidan is a frequent and uninvited visitor, and while normally you'd find that to be cause for concern it's quickly proven pointless to worry given the fact that if Kakuzu isn't grouching him under control, your daughter has a hilarious talent for putting him in his place. Seeing the zealot sat on your couch, being prodded and chided by a girl less than half his size is certainly a sight to behold; hearing her tut and chastise him in a way she must have learned from her dad for putting his feet on the coffee table, shoes on the couch, or his drink on the side table without a coaster is absolutely hysterical. 'Stains are 'spensive! Feet down!'

Kakuzu's sweet little mini-me: breathes

Kakuzu:

Kisame takes on the dad role like he was born for it, after a small period of adjustment. You two end up having a boy and a girl, and he's practically putty in their little hands. Your boy is huge, had been since he was a baby - which is natural, Hoshigaki kids are just... big, generally. Your girl caught both of you off guard, only because she's so tiny. The sibling dynamic is chaos, but a warm one that always seems to leave Kisame cackling or grinning over something ridiculous those two end up getting into.

Your boy is like a walking clone of his dad, and even as a little boy he's already standing as tall as your ribs. Slate-blue hair as soft as cornsilk, teeth that make you grateful he was never a biter, and little gills bracketing his throat. Soft-spoken, a little shy outside of his parents, and constantly looking to wrestle and play. If you're doing something, he's a guaranteed little helper - he likes to help with cooking when you let him. If his baby sister is getting into trouble, he's either helping her do it to make sure she's safe, or he's the one carrying a kicking, griping toddler to one of you two to handle. Yeah, he's a bit of a narc- but it's always for a good cause. He's a fretful big brother.

Your girl is probably the most precious little baby you'd ever met, and Kisame is quite literally helpless against her doe-eyes and deceptively sweet, cheery little voice. Where her brother is quiet, she is loud; where he's happier to follow the rules and keep out of trouble, she's a born rule-breaker that finds boundaries just to test them. When you stumble upon her in the midst of some suspiciously quiet, pint-sized anarchy, she always manages to look surprised that you ever caught her in the first place. She looks like you, if you were knee-height and sporting tiny little daggers for teeth and gills on your cheekbones. Kisame blames you entirely for her gremlin personality.

Kisame does not discipline unless he needs to, because he feels awful when big, sweet baby eyes look at him with complete betrayal that he dared to tell them no, or stop them from pulling off some kind of crazy baby scheme that would make your hair grey from stress. Quivering pouts or teary eyes and he's gotta tap out.

Babysitters adore your kids when they behave, but Kisame vets any you hire thoroughly because he's more than a little protective of his babes. It's like they're each a half of his heart living outside his body and he honestly struggles to manage the overwhelming love and affection they pump into his veins every day. He could, and gladly would break fingers over something as minute as hurt feelings.

You hold the sole rights to discipline outside the house, too. If either of your ankle-biters act out their mischief in public, and someone tries to step up and throw in their two cents, Kisame's massive silhouette and mean, sawtooth grin are very effective deterrents.

Itachi is a semi-frequent visitor, and both of your children love him fiercely. You're half-convinced that he has some kind of Uchiha magnetism, given the fact that he'd won over not one, but three Hoshigaki by the sheer power of his quiet, soothing presence. Kisame takes great amusement in watching your little lady climb all over the poor man, and your son sidle up beside him with his favourite book to chat his ear off about the adventures that lay within it. Itachi, to his credit, never ever seems to mind the undivided attention of the lively gilled babes.

Kisame, and his pint-sized sidekick: getting into Hoshigaki-brand bullshit

You, with your sweet little chore buddy: > : ( no- one hundred times, no!

Kisame, and his tiny co-maker of mayhem: betrayed, bamboozled, and somehow? positively shocked that you found out

Itachi slips seamlessly into a domestic role, despite how long he'd been absent from one. Childrearing almost seems like his god-given purpose in life once he actually sets himself to it, and the second you two brought home your cooing, burbling baby it was on. He's happy, grateful to stay home and take care of your son, tend to the home and make your transition back to work as smooth of a process as possible.

It's an all-too common scene to come home and find the Uchiha at task in the kitchen, tending to a meal simmering on the stove while your squishy, pudgy-cheeked and sleepy eyed boy perched on his hip with a tenderness that makes your heart hurt. Even as a clumsy little toddler, he's never found very far from his dad. If Itachi is cleaning, there's his little mini-me, trying to help and earning gentle encouragement and a soft, fond smile for his efforts.

Honestly, your little guy is the most well-mannered, well-adjusted, well-spoken toddler you've ever met. He genuinely likes to help, to the point that it sometimes becomes a problem because he's very determined when there's any little problem set out in front of him. At the park, playing with other little babes, he's more concerned with making sure everyone's playing fair and playing safe than he is about actually having any fun himself. He's a bit of a worrywart for someone his age, and half the time it feels like he's the self-appointed tiny guardian of his friend group. Someone trips and skins a knee? 'Are you okay? We can sit down for a little. It's okay.' A born father, is your Itachi.

Who, for a man so reserved and soft-spoken, is hellbent on making sure his son has the most peaceful, memorable childhood he can possibly offer. Not a day is wasted in your household, even a lazy day is an opportunity to make memories and spend some honest, quality time with the people he loves most. You three can cook meals together, with your boy set to work at taste-testing and mixing ingredients under the quiet, watchful eye of his dad. He never wants for encouragement, love, affection, or little things that catch his eye; it would be wrong to call him spoiled, because he isn't, but there is little he wants that he doesn't receive.

Your secondary job is bullying Itachi into taking a day to relax and unwind, because although your son is essentially the perfect child, it's still a lot of work to raise him. Even when you're the primary parent on those days off, he's never far away, and always finding sneaky ways to slip back into dad-mode rather than actually relax. Half the time it takes you putting your son on the job of wrangling his dad just to make the man sit down, crack open a book and let himself just be. That typically entails your little boy gently chiding his father in a way you're certain he learned from the Uchiha himself- and god, it makes your heart melt. 'No, no. Gotta have your tea, it's gonna get cold', 'Sit, sit, sit. Sometimes we need to sit, papa. Gotta rest!'

Kisame loves to visit, he makes that fact no secret. For a man so massive, so intimidating, he handles your boy like glass- as if he's afraid a little rough play might break him. And your son, always as sweet as he is smart, adores the company. His questions know no limits, and he's a clever little babe about getting answers without actually asking questions. 'Can we go swimming? You must swim fast- can you swim under water? I can hold my breath longer than you can.' You once got to watch the boy perched at the end of a dock for half an hour, holding a staring contest with the swordsman who'd been stubbornly sat at the bottom of the lake's shallows for at least half an hour. That thoroughly entertained grin on the swordsman's face when he flared his gills told you he knew what exactly your boy was so curious about when he'd challenged him in the first place.

#kakuzu #hidan #kisame #itachi #naruto scenarios #naruto imagines #kakuzu x reader #kisame x reader #hidan x reader #naruto x reader #itachi x reader #i'm sorry but kakuzu as a dad specifically is my favourite #kisame as a dad and/or an uncle is ALSO my favourite i can't help it #kisame hoshigaki #itachi uchiha #kisame hates hiring babysitters and has no shame in offering to call itachi - you try to persuade him not to because itachi's a busy guy #kisame doesn't even have the courtesy to look sheepish when he tells you he'd already called him over to watch the kids for the night #'he's practically their uncle- sweetheart he LIKES watching 'em. it's fine! it's really fine!' #househusband itachi who brings his son along when it's time to go babysit the hoshigaki babes #'is it really work if it's essentially a playdate?' 'yes - and i'd like to pay for the trouble' 'you consider your children trouble?' #'...shut up and TAKE my MONEY PLEASE'

[like-what-the-fuck-scoob]

maybe jus some baby eddie? idk he really comforts me and i’m feeling very bad n scared:(

Squeaky Toy (Little!Eddie Munson x Caregiver!Reader)

Summary - Little Eddie becomes attached to a squeaky dog toy. When you tell him he isn't allowed to keep it, he throws a tantrum. Until, you have the perfect idea.

Content Warnings - Eddie is age regressed. Reader is caregiver. Fluff. Crying. Comfort. Forehead kisses. Cheek kisses.

Word Count - 830

A/N - I will admit, I have never written characters in littlespace before, so I hope this is okay!! I do like reading little Eddie too, he's adorable. I wasn't sure what you wanted in terms of story and pairing, so I went with x reader as that's what most of my other fics are. I'm really really sorry you're going through a hard time right now. I just want you to know, my inbox is agere friendly, so whenever you're feeling down or lonely feel free to say hi. I would love to chat and support you ❤️❤️

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Squeak

Squeak

Squeak

"What is that?..." You mumbled to yourself, drying your hands on the kitchen towel.

You had been in the middle of chopping vegetables for you and Eddie, when a squeeky noise from the living room caught you off guard.

"Eds? Are you okay sweetheart?"

This morning, Eddie had promised to treat you. He was going to cook your favourite pasta dish for dinner. Cooking was one of his hidden talents, and he adored creating wholesome and hearty meals for you.

But, no sooner as the day began, your partner began to slip. Throughout the months of your relationship, you had learned Eddie's behaviours like the back of your hand. You knew the signs. Silent leg bounces and lip bites were enough of an indicator; before long he would tripping over the carpet, staring doe eyed, unable to navigate through his thoughts or his surroundings, ready to surrender to little space.

Today was no exception, as fifteen minutes ago you set Eddie down on his beanbag with a colouring book, kissing the top of his head softly before venturing into the kitchen to cook the pasta instead. You didn't mind. Your little guy needed a break. After everything he'd been through, you understood he needed time to relax, escape, and lose reality for a little while.

Peeking around the kitchen door, you realised that Eddie had left his beanbag, and crawled towards a fluffy toy that lay in the centre of the floor.

"What you got there?" You asked, intrigued by what the brunette was up too.

"Funnwy noise! Wook!" Eddie responded with glee, gesturing for you to look at his discovery.

Gently plucking the toy out of his fingers, you realised that this belonged to your dog. For Halloween this year, you had purchased a squeaky bat toy for your puppy, and now it seemed little Eddie had taken a liking to it.

"Eds, this belongs to the doggy. I'm sorry bubba, it isn't yours."

You tried to keep your tone quiet and caring, but you could see your partners lip starting to quiver.

"Hey, hey, it's okay little one. Remember, you have soooo many other toys to play with, don't you?" You picked up Eddie's dragon plushie, waving it with a smile.

But Eddie didn't smile back. Tears began to well in his eyes, as he gazed sadly at the dog toy.

"But... I wan the bat..."

"I know sweetie, but I'm so sorry I can't let you have it. It's been in the dogs mouth, and she's probably stepped all over it too." You explained softly, hoping to appease him.

"But.. but.."

Cries escaped his mouth before he could finish his sentence, hiccuping as he tried to supress his small sobs of defeat.

"Oh honey, it's okay, come here" You cooed, opening your arms to hug the little guy.

"NO!" Eddie screamed, turning his back on you, tears streaming down his delicate features.

Your heart shattered. You loved him more than anything in the world, and you wished you could give him everything he ever wanted. But he couldn't have that bat toy. You needed to make this right.

In a brainwave, you quickly opened your phone, typed in some keywords, and punched in your credit card details, before turning your attention back towards Eddie, who was now laying on the floor in adorable protest.

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The following day wasn't much better. Your little curly haired menace tossed and turned all night, and was now sat sulking in front of the television, his legs tucked into his chest.

You motioned to the bowl of chicken nuggets on the table. "Come on sweetheart, aren't you going to eat your yummy nuggets?"

Shaking his head, Eddie frowned, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

"Bubba, plea-

Ding Dong

The sound of the doorbell diverted your focus, and you padded over to the door. You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw the parcel delivery man. You'd been anticipating this package since the moment you ordered it the previous evening.

"Eddieeeeeee" You sang, headed back over to the sofa. "Look what's hereeeee"

Perching next to him, you allowed Eddie to take the small brown box from your hands.

"F-for me?"

"Yes! You can go ahead and open it."

Keeping your fingers crossed, you watched in optimism as your little brunette teared into the paper, to reveal a brand new bat plushie.

Eddie's face lit up, a smile wider than any you'd ever seen from him before. Your heart fluttered, as he threw his arms around you with a childlike force.

"Oh my Gawd! A new bat! Fank you fank you!!" He exclaimed, hugging the bat close to his chest.

You exhaled, cupping your partners chin, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Anything for you, my little bubba."

With a grin, Eddie lay his head on your lap, catching up on the cuddles he had missed over the past 24 hours.

"I wove you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Eddie."

#eddie #eddie munson #sfw agere #age regression #agerespace #little eddie munson #little eddie #small eddie #small eddie munson #baby eddie #baby eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #little!eddie #little eddie x reader #little!eddie x reader #caregiver reader #fluff #stranger things x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things agere

[sleepingdeath-light]

male s/o hcs ; poly barnaby & wally

requested by ; anonymous (11/05/23)

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; barnaby b beagle, wally darling

outline ; “Can I get Barnaby x reader x Wally hcs? Preferably with male reader but gender neutral works too”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

the three of you are best friends first and boyfriends second — always ready to prank and play but at the same time more than willing to smother each other with attention and affection

barnaby is a massive hugger and loves being able to curl around you and wally, keeping you warm and safe whilst he snores away — arms wrapped around you and face buried between you

kissing barnaby on the nose will make his tail wag whilst he gets this lovesick look on his face — like full on puppy love

wally isn’t the most experienced with physical affection (hugging and especially kissing) so the two of you end up doing a lot of teaching — which he appreciates even if it flusters him at times

you and wally get randomly picked up a lot, with him just hanging limply and complacently in barnaby’s arms whilst you struggle and laugh and try to free yourself from his strong grip

barnaby is the type of boyfriend to give you and wally very peculiar pet names — addressing wally with plays on his last name and you with an array of inside jokes that leave you both endeared and amused

there is an ongoing prank war going on between you and barnaby — and whilst wally doesn’t get involved in his own right he will occasional lend his help to both sides, doing supply runs and offering verbal encouragement throughout

you and barnaby are wally’s main muses and he paints the two of you often in various ways: still life, abstract, together, separate, etc.

and, likewise, the two of you are his biggest cheerleaders always there to keep his spirits high and bombard him with praise for his work

barnaby is a morning person and it takes very little time for him to get ready — wally, meanwhile, is not a morning person and has a whole routine that he needs to go through in order to feel like a person again

so you’ll usually all eat breakfast together before wally shuffles upstairs and drowns the entire floor with hairspray whilst he tries to make himself presentable — all while you and your beloved prankster clean up and go through the rest of your own morning routines

wally refers to you both as ‘my partners’, ‘my better thirds’ and other such titles when out and about — using your individual names if someone asks about barnaby or yourself specifically

barnaby, meanwhile, calls you both things like ‘boyfriends’ and ‘future husbands’ and ‘the pack’ interchangeably and when asked about you or wally specifically will use a silly nickname (e.g. ‘oh apples? he’s doing well’ or ‘yeah, tiny just got around to starting this project he’s been putting off forever…’)

you all have matching coffee/tea mugs — well, had, barnaby dropped his a while ago and now they all just sit in the cupboard as decorations (fixed but not exactly functional)

frequent mishaps occur around the house with your personal favourites being: wally, still not having bothered to do up his hair, absentmindedly taking a massive swig from his paint water cup, and barnaby trying to get onto his unicycle and falling straight off on his face with a very unceremonious ‘umph’ sound (he was fine but it was so out of nowhere that you couldn’t help but laugh)

the three of you go on double dates with frank and eddie and you have a joking rivalry about who the cutest boyfriends are — you all secretly concede that it’s them but you don’t go down without a fight

barnaby gives the best piggy back rides — which makes butterfly catching so much more chaotic and fun whenever all of the neighbourhood is able to get together

the amount of squeaky toys you have laying around the house is quite frankly maddening (enough for wally to make a pretty decent sculpture out of a few worn out ones without making too much of a dent in the collection) though barnaby does his best to clean up after himself

the three of you have agreed to either completely hyphenate your names or just take wally’s last name when you formally marry because you all like how it sounds

ms beagle loves you all so much and spoils all of her boys equally — always talking about how happy you both make her son whilst poor barnaby is left flustered and hiding behind his paws

#sleepingdeath #male reader #fluff #fluff hcs #welcome home fluff #welcome home x reader #poly welcome home x reader #barnaby b beagle fluff #barnaby b beagle x reader #wally darling x reader #wally darling fluff #barnaby x reader x wally

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Love and War

Previous Chapter Masterlist

Synopsis: Bob Floyd never expected to fall in love during the war, especially not with a pretty, young nurse during basic training. But love works in funny ways and can their love stand the rest of time, the war and the distance that separates them. Warnings: mentions of graphic themes, war, injury, weapons, sexual images, language, 18+.

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Alabama, 1947

“Eugene? Honey, come on we’re going to be late.” (Y/n)’s voice echoed through the house as she hurriedly tried to fit everything into her bag. Her youngest son, Thomas, cradled to her chest as he babbled, grabbing fistfuls of her neatly curled hair. From down the corridor she heard a cacophony of laughter as Bob emerged with Eugene tucked under his arm as he tickled his son.

“There’s my boys. Come on, we've got to go, we've got a drive ahead of us.”

Bob nodded, placing little Eugene to the floor. He scrambled away running to his mother. The boy was the spitting image of his father, blonde hair slicked down, mischievous blue eyes, the same cheeky smile. (Y/n) handed Tommy over to Bob as she picked Eugene up, hurrying the little family out of the door and to the car.

The drive wasn’t too long, only three hours from Louisiana to Alabama but with a small baby and a three year old it wasn’t going to be boring.

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Pulling up the familiar drive, (Y/n) watched as Bob’s face turned into an immediate grin upon seeing Albert, with a similar smile on his face, appearing on the porch. Bob pulled the car to a halt, jumping out nearly before it had stopped. Albert hurried down the steps throwing his arms around Bob’s shoulder.

“I miss you,” Bob mumbled into Albert’s neck.

“I missed you too.”

Both men pulled away, clapping each other on the back before Bob turned to (Y/n), he stepped forward, taking Tommy from her arms so she could help Eugene out of his seat. When they both looked up Mary was hurrying down the steps, a small bundle nestled in her arms and Bonnie hot on her heels.

“It’s good to see you Mary.” Both women gave each other a small hug and a smile.

“Who’s this little guy?” Albert asked, peeking down at little Tommy who was wriggling in his blankets in Bob’s arms.

“This is Thomas,” Bob said quietly, gazing down at his son in adoration. Albert looked up quickly, a sharp intake of breath could be heard.

“After Jackson?” He asked, his voice slightly squeaky.

“Yeah, after Jackson.” Both men shared a knowing look, a look that could only be shared by two people who had been through absolute hell together. Everyone was quiet for a moment until Eugene started crying that Bonnie wouldn’t share her toys, causing all four parents to hurry the children inside in a desperate attempt to distract them. It worked and soon both children were playing happily while both baby Tommy and Mary and Albert’s son, Ronald, slept peacefully side by side.

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The morning quickly moved into the afternoon and then evening. The sun began to dip in the sky, casting a golden glow through the stained glass window in the kitchen.

Both women were occupied with the children so Bob and Albert took a moment's peace, sitting quietly on the porch swing. They sat in silence for a long while, a comfortable silence much like the ones they had shared on many nights through the war. They knew exactly what the other was thinking without even saying it, a silent conversation between their eyes.

Bob let out a deep sigh, running his hand through his blonde locks. They were getting a little long, hanging into his eyes sometimes, much longer than the army would ever have let him have it.

“I think of him, you know…Jackson. I think about him every day, every damn day,” Albert sighed, he inhaled his cigarette smoke deeply.

“He was a good kid.” Bob replied. He could feel his eyes becoming heavy, filling with unshed tears that caused them to glisten in the setting sun. Albert looked over at him, his own tears beginning to trickle down his cheeks.

“We did it, Bob,” Albert grinned tearfully. “We made it home.”

“Yeah…” Bob sniffed loudly, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. “Yeah we did.”

“We survived for him. We made it back just like we promised. We survived Bob.” Albert sobbed. Despite two years having passed since they had finally returned home to the States, they were never the same. The agony that they both felt at the thought of their fallen comrade, just a boy really. It was an agony that many felt, having created such a bond that could never be broken, having formed such friendships that would last a lifetime. A brotherhood.

Sitting on that porch in Alabama next to his friend Bob knew that he’d done good by his promise to Jackson. He’d made it and he was living his life to the fullest. He glanced over his shoulder, watching as his wife cradled baby Thomas close to her, her lips moving quietly as she sang to him. He loved her more than anything else in this world and he vowed to tell her that every single day for the rest of their lives.

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#love and war #bob floyd x y/n #robert floyd x reader #robert floyd #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd x you #robert bob floyd #ww2 fic #ww2 au #1940s #101st airborne division #101st airborne

[munsster]

Hi again! I have this idea for a Walter Keys (x fem!reader) fic where Keys buys the reader a puppy for her birthday and he has to go and get this puppy and all its toys and then hide it before she gets home from work. I can just imagine Keys running around his apartment chasing a little chocolate Labrador puppy or something and then the reader gets home and he surprises her with it but it's just CHAOS.

of course, you don't have to write it, but I thought it was a cute idea!

keys surprising you with a dog

A/N: THIS IS SO CUTE IM BLUBBERING LIKE A LITTLE BABY OVER IT (also i did it in headcanon format bc it felt right) SORRY I FORGOT ABOUT THE BIRTHDAY PART but it can still b read that way!!

Warnings: just fluff, cursing, a kiss, pure chaos and i love it

he definitely felt like you were dropping hints and you were NOT subtle about it

“omg look at that perfect little puppy” + *bombards his messages with pics of little doggies* + “DOG!” x100 + “don’t you just love dogs?”

but he’s pretty sure you don’t know that he knows that you know what you’re doing

tldr; he’s getting you a dog

he’s spent WEEKS scrolling thru adoption ads online and scouring shelters for the bestest boy and then

looking for a loving home: misha! chocolate lab, 7 month old, friendly/affectionate/playful, vaccines up-to-date

with the sweetest little face and a picture of him playing catch

like COME ON

you know keys immediately called the number and sped on over to the address they sent for this pup

misha sat in the passenger’s seat the whole way home, and keys quickly found out he likes the spice girls

they’re already best friends and it was only a four hour drive

……. he’s committed

only he didn’t consider: food, bowls, a bed, toys, leash, etc.

so the journey is back on, and you’re off work soon

lets misha trot around the store picking out his favorite toys (chooses the loudest, most squeaky ones and is grinning like a bastard the entire time)

picks out a matching collar + leash and a fluffy bed and like 100 pounds of dog food

needless to say, he may or may not have spent almost $1000 that day

no matter ‘cause the look on your face is gonna be priceless, he can already tell

then he lets misha off his leash and into the apartment

and he’s off

sprinting into the bedroom and out again, barking at nothing, bouncing off the walls, he’s got the ZOOMIES for sure

and keys is just standing in the front doorway, leash in hand like……. what have i done

apartment: trashed

so now he’s chasing after the ball of energy, picking up knocked over books and a lamp and trying to get the shoe out of his mouth when he hears

“… i’m home”

all while he’s crouched by the arm of the couch, eyes wide, and turned over his shoulder to smile at you

“surprise?”

and the dog comes SPRINTING out of nowhere, completely mowing him over, flattening him on the carpet

and keys just groans because he can hear you laughing while the dog laps at his face

you set your stuff down and kick the door closed and are DOUBLED over looking at this fully grown man with a dog wiggling around on top of him and nearly suffocating him

and you’re just kneeling down next to them and scratching the dog’s head while keys is playing dead and you’re like

“who’s this little guy?” “the devil” “awww, such a good boy, what’s your name, bub?” “it’s misha. and he’s insane” “hi, misha!!”

and the puppy hops into your lap and you have to hold him back from climbing you like a tree

he’s such a sweetie, and keys is still recovering

then misha sits down in your lap and is panting and nudging your hand until you pet him more 🥺🥺

“so who are we dogsitting for?”

“we’re not”

and you just laugh and shake your head while keys wipes the slobber off his face and sits up

“ha ha very funny. who?”

but keys just stares at you with that little stupid smirk and you look up from the dog and your face go so serious

keys is scared

“he’s ours?” “mhm”

and you just hug the little puppy and are literally on the verge of tears and grabbing keys by the back of his neck to give him a big kiss

and misha starts barking up at the two of you

and you pull away laughing with keys holding your hand

“he’s ours”

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@milkiane

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[captain-mommy-issues]

[Not really Pelipper Mail… Under-The-Tree Mail? That you’re pretty sure was put there by Clavell? Anyways! Once the tornado of four very excited children has rolled through and woken everyone in the house, Arven’s left with a good few things for himself!]

[Firstly, there’s a printed image of an upper-end cookware set! There’s Clavell’s handwriting on the bottom saying “We Delibird left it at the Academy, since your kitchen is there”. You don’t think Delibird know how to write.]

[There’s a few smaller wrapped boxes too! Each one contains a video game: Super Mario RPG, Super Mario Wonder, Super Mario 3D World… the last one seems to be the Wii U version? There’s a sticky note that says “We didn’t know which one :-)”.]

[Wrapped far more cleanly, it seems like Aunt Melony’s enclosed some new picnic blankets (one with the Dogs of Paldea on it, one with the Galar League’s symbols on it) and some custom silverware with dogs at their base. There’s also a hand-knitted scarf there in yellow and purple, with a “welcome to our family” note tucked in, written in clean cursive. Melony’s kids have copied the message below that, with varying levels of cleanliness. Gordie just left his autograph.]

[Finally, for Mabosstiff… there’s a load of home-baked dog biscuits from Aunt Melony, four squeaky Maushold plushies, and a big old squeaky sandwich-shaped chew toy. The sandwich toy’s wrapped in an appropriately-sized dog bandana, with some Herba Mystica printed on it.]

[Happy Delibird Day, Arven!!]

@swagtastic-bougie-pompadour

//I usually don't do this but I feel like this would be cuter if I wrote this one out as an in-person :)

Arven stared in complete awe at all the gifts. He picked up the photograph and laughed to himself, reading the handwriting. Dad, really...

"That actually looks awesome! Arc, don't make me wanna go home already. I'm so excited to use that."

He laughed again and shook his head, then began opening the other gifts. The boy had to do a double take on all the video games. SERIOUSLY? THREE?! That's like $180 right there! But in Pokedollars that I don't feel like converting right now!

"Fucking HELL. Why did you spend so much on me?! I- I thought I told you you didn't have too!" Arven immediately covered his mouth. Right. Children. Don't swear. Contain your 15-year-old edgy potty mouth, Arven.

"Flipping heck," he mumbled to himself awkwardly.

Arven just turned back to his presents, moving onto Melony's. He pulled out the baskets and silverware and examined them, smiling.

"Arc, these are adorable! Jeez, the dogs are so cute... I am gonna use these every day."

He picked up the scarf, taking a glance at the note that fell out of it. He grabbed it, and started tearing up. Just... Wow. Family. He had family. This is his family. Don't Cry, Arven. Don't Cry. Don't Cry. Arcdamnit he's crying. He turned his head down, avoiding eye-contact with everyone.

"T-hank you..." His voice was soft, and slightly shaky. However, he had a huge smile on his face, despite all the tears flowing rapidly down his cheeks. This entire trip has made him so emotional... This poor guy has never spent time with family like this...

His tears were then interrupted by a soft woof. He looked next to him where Mabosstiff was pawing at a present.

"Go ahead, Buddy."

The Pokémon excitedly ripped open the package, very happily wagging its tail at the sight of all the gifts. It excitedly spun around in a circle and barked surprisingly loudly. Arven chuckled, looking back at the others. He stood up and pulled Clavell into the biggest hug ever, burying his face into his shoulder. Most likely because he was still embarrassed about the whole crying bit...

"Thank you," he looked over at Melony. "You too, of course. I... I appreciate this. A lot..."

"Happy Delibird Day."

#//you don't gotta respond btw. you can if you want but i just felt like it'd be super cute to write it out this way #//instead of how i usually handle stuff like pelipper! #ask arven #pokemon #pokemon irl #irl pkmn #pokeblogging #pokeblr #rotomblr

[maryangel0908]

Paw Prints on My Heart: A Journey of Getting My First Day

by Mary Angeline T. Dalangin

Even if my parents had talked about getting me a puppy, I never actually thought that they were going to. A couple weeks later before my dad went back to work abroad, he surprised me with the best news ever - I was getting a puppy! From that moment, I couldn’t hide what I felt and imagined immediately about the endless games with my first puppy. It was like my heart started to dance because of the happiness I felt at that time. 

It was August 2012, and my family and I went to SM City. It became my favorite place because of how I was so excited to buy things for my first-ever puppy! My parents gave me the freedom to pick out all sorts of cool stuff like the squeaky toys that made the funniest noises that every puppy would love, a leash, and a very comfortable bed that would make my first puppy sleep like he’s in a fluffy cloud. Every purchase of things for him felt like I was meeting a new best friend that I would cherish forever.

The long-awaited finally arrived! It was September 2012 when we went to Danao to pick up my first-ever puppy. When my family and I got there, there was a tiny crate in the corner, and I immediately went up closer to check. I met a tiny ball of fur with eyes sparkling with happiness. I remembered he jumped right into my arms and that was the time that I knew that we were meant to be for each other. I named him Buddy because at the time I just finished watching a movie called Air Bud and I wanted to name my first dog Buddy. From that moment, he became a part of the family. 

As I was trying to get to know Buddy, I got to see him do zoomies and his morning walks every day. I was having so much time spending time with him and that was one of the best moments in my life. Every afternoon, we always go to the park near our village to get some fresh air and to meet with other dogs from our neighborhood that became Buddy’s friends. 

It was December 2012, my first Christmas with him. It was so much fun because our relatives got to meet him and I can tell that he was so happy too. As it hit midnight on December 25, he was quite scared of the fireworks displayed in our neighborhood and as a first-time pet owner, I searched for what to do and immediately comforted him by staying by his side. 

Things took a turn when Budyy got sick. He wasn’t his usual playful self. As his owner, I was really worried and couldn’t stop thinking about it. It felt like the day lost its sunshine without his morning zoomies and his happy barks. 

My family and I rushed him to the vet and I noticed that my tears welled up in my eyes as the doctors took him away from me. I got his collar in my hand like it is now my lucky charm. 

August 2013, I got the best news ever! Buddy came home and I saw him wagging his tail. I immediately hugged him and I started crying because of happiness. From that moment, I promised him to make our moments together memorable and to cherish them. 

A few months passed by, and that worried feeling returned. It was January 2014 and another trip to the vet happened. When we arrived at the veterinary hospital, the doctors tried checking up on him and left me confused about what Buddy’s condition was. A few hours later, the doctors announced that he was now in a better place. Saying goodbye to your best friend was the hardest thing to ever do. As I was holding his paws, I started crying inside the hospital and felt like my heart was breaking into a million pieces. 

As my mom was trying to comfort me, I couldn’t stop thinking about the times I spent time together with him. I will forever miss his zoomies, his morning walks, and his meet-ups with his other friends in the park near our village. 

We buried him in our backyard, I was crying as he was lying down there lifeless. The falling leaves of the trees from our backyard mingled with my tears. This is a happy and sad memory of the amazing love we shared. I will never forget him. 

#dog #cute #new puppy #paw patrol

[shadelostwolf]

OC-TOBER DAY 7

Prompt: With A Pet

I used the OC-tober list made by @icannotreadcursive

Link here

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OCs: Soren and Jenna

Soren sighed as he slumped against his apartment door. The last few days wiped him of any stray magic to the point of exhaustion. He slowly slid to the ground. Sleeping in the entryway was starting to sound like a good idea. Reaching out, he slowly tugged at the laces on his boots. Once one boot hit the ground, he started to work on the other boot. When he dropped the last boot on the ground, he heard the sound of a thump further in the apartment and couldn’t help the tired smile. The sound of claws tapping across the floor quickly approached him. When he looked up, he found a gray and white husky slipping and skidding around the corner of the hall for him.

Opening his arms, the dog barreled into him. He let out a soft grunt but hugged the dog back. Deeply tanned golden brown hands dug into thick, fluffy fur. “Hey, Jenna.” A wet tongue lapped at his face as Jenna whined and yipped at him. “Yes, yes, I’m home. I was gone for a few days.” Then Jenna was taking off into the living room of the apartment. Gray eyes closed as he sat there exhausted. His fingers reached up to tug his bag off his back. He shoved it to the side to rest in the corner with his other shoes.

The sound of a squeaky toy had him opening his eyes to find Jenna holding the toy in her mouth. She let out huffs, grumbles, and a howl that had him rolling his eyes. She started to squeak her toy before dropping it in his lap, slobber and all. Soren picked the toy up and tossed it into the living room. He winced at the sound of Jenna slipping and scrambling across the floor to get the toy.

While she was distracted getting the toy, Soren climbed to his feet. He tugged his coat off to hang on the hook on the wall as Jenna rushed back to him. He tossed the toy down the hall, watching as she took off after the toy. Heading for the laundry room, he tugged his shirt off to toss it into the dirty hamper. His fingers found his messy brown curls, and he tried to comb the tangles from the last few days out.

Jenna found him again. This time, she shoved the toy against his leg, making it squeak. Soren took the toy from her to toss into the living room again. While Jenna was distracted, he pulled his pants and socks off to toss into the dirty clothes before heading over to lock his front door. He made his way to his room.

The sound of Jenna’s paws followed him as he yawned. He flopped on his bed as the toy was dropped next to his leg. He picked it up to toss it out of his room, and Jenna took off after it. Soren started to nod off when a cold nose pressed against his freckled cheek. “Mmp… Jenna… last one.”

Sitting up, Soren located the toy and tossed it out the door. Jenna took off after the toy, leaving Soren to flop back onto the bed. He climbed under the blankets just in time for Jenna to jump on the bed. She let out a whine when he looked at her. “Let me nap. We can go to the park after I wake up.” Jenna whined before flopping onto the bed next to him. Soren let out a chuckle as he started to pet her head. When his fingers slowed in scratching her head, she would lick them, and he would start again. Once he was deep enough into sleep that her small licks wouldn’t wake him, Jenna shuffled closer to rest her head on his arm and closed her eyes.

#oc tober #oc-tober #oc-tober23 #oc tober23 #original character #october challenge #october challenge 2023 #writing prompt #writing challenge #my writing #magic #dog #huskey #husky

[imaginedreamwrite]

Soft Sunday with Nick and his red string soulmate. Maybe her surprising him at one of his games wearing his jersey

‘Do you think I could get him to sign my jersey?’

‘Don’t talk to me about this, I don’t wanna hear what my best friend and sister are getting up to.’ Your brothers text comes after you sent him a picture of yourself wearing one of Nick’s old jersey’s, the size definitely more suitable to a dress than a jersey.

“That’s not even the right team, what the fuck?” The soft comment came from a woman behind you, no older than you were, with Nick’s number splayed across her torn and revealing shirt and her cheeks.

“I hate these girls who come to these games and don’t even know what the hell their talking about.” Her friend makes a snide comment along side the leader of the trip, her eyes rolling exaggeratedly.

“Here’s a tip honey,” she tapped on your shoulder and you looked back at her, her eyes narrowed in veiled disgust, “maybe you should actually put some effort into wearing the right teams jersey.”

“This?” You picked at the front, raising an eyebrow. “This is Nick’s from university. Its his college team.”

“Oh and you’re like a stalker fan? Eww. God, I swear they keep getting more pathetic.” It was the trip of girls who had flipped their hair, almost identical in shade, and scoffed. “Like try a little less.”

You frowned and turned back, your eyes catching the door as it started to open, and the first of the team to come out. The crowds were getting heavy and the girls behind you had started screeching and squealing for the players, none of which were Nick, aiming to get their attention.

You stepped aside, partially pushed, as they moved to the front. You watched them reach for the players, kept back only by the security personal monitoring the safety perimeter. You had scoured the crowds of boys coming out of the locker room until you saw Nick, and then you felt your heart flutter.

“Squirt!” He beamed and broke through the crowd, grabbing and yanking you over the barrier in a tight hug. “You’re wearing my old jersey, pipsqueak!”

“You did amazing!” You looped your arms around his neck and hooked your legs around his waist. “Almost ready for the pros, Vaughn.”

“Ha ha,” he leaned back and looked you over before kissing you softly, “look good, squeak. I missed my old jersey.”

“Looks better on me.”

“Yes it does,” Nick agreed and tucked your hair behind your ears with a gentle stroke, “wanna get out of here? Im exhausted and I could use a little squeaky toy to keep me company.”

“Absolutely!”

[top-tier-tickles]

Super Mario Tickle Headcanons

*may be edited after the movie comes out*

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Mario:

Switch

EXTREMELY ticklish

Like seriously

CANONICALLY TICKLISH

His death spot is his belly/bellybutton

Actually doesn't mind being tickled as long as it's not too much

Squeals and squirms a LOT

CANNOT handle being teased

Will provoke a tickle fight if he's in the mood

He's a very playful ler

Will unintentionally fall asleep after being wrecked

His laugh is super cute and cackly

I headcanon that he has small freckles all over his body, and "connecting the dots" with them kills him

The palms of his hands are sensitive due to Firehand making them tender

Luigi:

Switch

Contrary to popular belief, Luigi is a lot less ticklish than Mario

He uses this to his advantage a lot

ALSO CANONICALLY TICKLISH

His death spot is definitely his ribs

His laugh is super cute as well, except he snorts instead of squeals

He's a gentle ler, unless provoked

Only tickles people he knows

His palms are also sensitive due to Thunderhand

Peach:

Ler-leaning Switch

Only moderately ticklish

Worst spot is her feet

Her laugh is very calm and gentle

Absolutely ADORES tickling Mario

Bowser doesn't DARE to try and tickle her, because he respects her boundaries (and he'd like to live to see another day)

Will snuggle someone after wrecking them

Daisy:

Switch

About as ticklish as Luigi

Death spot is her underarms

As soon as she found out Luigi was ticklish, you better believe she was all over that

Literally pinned him down and wrecked him right there while Mario and Peach watched

All I say is her laugh is like the second one on this vine

Is very competitive, she WILL fight back

Toad:

Lee

All of them. All Toads. Lees.

Most ticklish on their hands ironically

They can gang up on someone, but it's a rarity

Their laughs are squeaky, like a chew toy

Easy to pick up and wreck

They'll get angry about it, but get over it pretty quickly

Bowser:

Ler

LER LER LER LER

Not ticklish at all

Like he's a fucking rock

Just a tickle monster through and through

Has an advantage by being a lot bigger than everyone and having them c l a w s

He will (unintentionally???) wrap his lees in a sort of hug while destroying them

Mario tried to tickle him once and failed miserably

Teases like the asshole he is

He laughs along with his lees and his laugh sounds like Markiplier or Jack Black

That's all for now! Lemme know of you would like some more!

#super mario #mario bros #sfw tickling #super mario tickles #tickle headcanons #I can finally post these holy shit

[kylejsugarman]

demi is petite but pretty strong from wrangling big dogs and lifting/moving/manipulating animals in vet school so jesse is super surprised the first time she hugs him hard enough to pick him up, its definitely not at all a bad feeling but he does feel a little like a squeaky toy when demi lifts him off his feet as easily as a wily great dane

#syd squeaks #Jesse watching his girl husband chop firewood like 'maybe im ok with being a homemaker' #insert mushy 'it is beautiful to be taken care of and not have to be guarded and aggressive' observation #he can be the one being lifted :) the one being protected and loved #demi ayuluk

[fruityboyblue]

Hello!

I has a question. If I pick Wally up and hug him real tight, does he make a squeaky noise? Like the kind a dog toy has? I wanna test the theory.

Hayden Dalmatian: He does actually!

Wally: Hm?

Hayden Dalmatian: *Pick wally up and hugs him*

Wally: *dog toy squeak*

[strange-morningstar]

Personal gifts

From prompt list

Thanks for the prompt It took me a while to think about what to write then it hit me I haven't written anything for Peter Quill and Adam Warlock

(Platonically but can be seen as Adam having a cute Crush or Squish if you want but nothing overtly Romantic...uh Ambiguous if you will)

Disclaimer: I wrote this while half awake so the pacing may be all over the place and there may be spelling mistakes and all that jazz

Yes I will be getting sleep after I post this...

Warning for Guardians of the Galaxy 3 Spoilers (Not alot but yknow..some)

Adam sat in his room he had adjusted well to being a Guardian alongside Rocket and Kragglin. however he couldn't help but think about Peter Quill the man he had saved from dying in space, he had only spoken to him once but he was curious about him.

he had heard of Quill's return and he wanted to do something special for him, he grabbed a blank cassette tape and learned to add some songs to it from Rocket's Zune (don't ask how, he just knew somehow).

Adam had gathered a playlist of songs he had found and enjoyed and wanted to share his joy in music with Peter something personal that he no doubt knew that Peter could relate and appreciate.

Nebula had found a Walkman handing it to Adam "Here It should play the cassette" she said with a small smirk.

"Thank you Nebula" Adam said softly taking the Walkman he raised a brow looking around for a pair of headphones spinning around for a moment before he was stopped by Peter.

"Woah Careful there...you're gonna make yourself dizzy" Peter chuckled gently helping Adam stand upright.

Adam nodded gently "Right, Thank you" he blinked before perking up and smirking "Ah Quill you've returned !" he said cheerfully.

he gave Peter a warm hug surprising Quill but Peter hugged Adam back gently nonetheless "Yeah I'm back …just for a visit I wanted to check on you all, see how you were doing..."

The first thing Peter noticed was the change in outfit for Adam, he smiled warmly "Oh, nice...Those colours actually kinda suit you. Not bad"

"Oh well, Thank you..." Adam said softly he quickly hid the cassette tape and the Walkman in a failed attempt to surprise the Terran.

Peter noticed this and smirked "You're welcome" he raised a brow still smirking "Whatchya got there?" he said gesturing to what's behind Adam's back.

"Um...it's a surprise?" Adam tried his best to sound convincing but he sounded unsure if anything.

"Huh...alrighty then, hey listen I didn't know what you'd like from Earth but uh I picked up a few things..." Peter said as he set his bag down gently digging through it. He pulled out a toy for Adam's Pet a small squeaky toy to be specific, he also pulled out a chocolate bar that he thought Adam could try.

Adam blinked a few times looking at the small yet meaningful gifts he had received from Peter. "Why, That's awfully kind of you Peter, I uh Have a gift for you as well".

He handed Peter the Newfound Walkman and the mixtape he had made for him.

"What's this?" Peter asked as his eyes scanned the Mixtape he smirked at the neat handwriting that read 'Warlock Mix (Made by Adam)'.

"It's a collection of songs I want to share with you...songs I enjoy and hold near to my heart, I've listened to your mix tapes on the stereo tape player but I figured this uh Walkman would better suit your needs; listening to it on the go. While you're out there you can uh think of me" Adam said with a smile kind of rambling happily.

Peter smiled wide as he pulled Adam in for a hug "Thanks Adam, I'll give it a listen when I get the chance...that's pretty thoughtful of you..".

"Do you wanna listen to it together?" He offered.

Adam nodded gently "I-I'd love to!, and uh maybe we could dance together? I've learned a few dance moves and heard you've partaken in a dance off during your first battle with the Guardians..".

Peter chuckled softly "Oh they told you about that huh?...That was a fun time actually...But yeah sure. We can bust a few moves together and dance the night away".

Adam smiled warmly as he held the gifts in his hand they meant a lot to him but his time with Quill building a friendship with him as they shared music together meant so much more to him.

#writing prompts asks #mutuals #ness <3 #marvel brainrot #adam warlock #peter quill #oneshot

[echotrinityme]

Halloween Party (Stickprice and others)

A/N: This takes place after Regretful and Charles Júnior would be known as CJ in this one-shot and other one-shots containing him.

Also, since last year I didn't do any Halloween theme Stickmin fanfic, I'm going to do a few Halloween/ Horror one-shots this time.

Henry was washing dishes while CJ was playing with a squeaky toy helicopter that Victoria got for him, Rupert was on base, helping the General. Ever since they've gotten CJ, they have agreed for Henry to stay at home to take care of him. After all, Henry isn't technically in the Government.

Henry didn't mind it; he didn't plan on going back to the Government.

Henry was finishing up the dishes when he heard Rupert at the front door, he wiped his hands on a towel as Rupert came into the kitchen. Rupert ruffled CJ's hair and went to kiss Henry, Henry blushed a deep red. Rupert sat down next to the highchair CJ was in, he groaned as he stretches.

"So how was work?" Henry asked curiously.

"Fine," Rupert replied, annoyed.

Henry noticed the tone and he frowned, "What's wrong?" he asked in concern.

"The Bukowski twins are pulling Halloween pranks and I don't like it," Rupert answered as he took the helicopter toy from CJ to play with him.

"Oh. Halloween is coming up soon."

"Ya."

Henry went over to Rupert to sit down next to him with another chair, "Did they pull any pranks on you?"

Rupert shook his head as CJ laughed at him happily, "They know better than to prank me." he said as he smiled at CJ.

Henry stood up to pick CJ up and he hold him, he bopped his nose. CJ giggled as he hugged Henry, "This will be CJ's first Halloween." Henry said happily. Rupert stood up and went over to them, he ruffled CJ's hair as he smiled.

"Oh, before I forget, the General wants to throw a Halloween party," he said, "And he wants you and CJ to be there."

Henry thought for a moment, he was never a big fan of parties, but it would be nice to go to a Halloween party. After all, it's CJ's first Halloween and it will be a fun experience for CJ. He also needed to have some fun because he needs it. Henry glanced at Rupert who was wrapping an arm around his waist, "Yeah, I will go and so will CJ." Henry said happily.

"Great," Rupert replied.

"When's the party?"

"In two weeks."

Henry's eyes widen at the answer, "Two weeks!? That's not enough time to pick out costumes!" he exclaimed; CJ got a little scared from Henry's outbursts. He started to fuss, however, Henry calms him down.

"I know, but let's not panic," Rupert said, "I have an idea."

"Oh? What is it?" Henry asked curiously.

"We are going to do a family costume theme."

"What kind of costume theme?"

Rupert went close to him to whisper something in his heart, Henry listens to what Rupert was saying, then he smiled. Rupert glanced at Rupert as Rupert stepped back, "That's perfect." he said.

"Ya. We can work on the costumes tomorrow." Rupert responded as CJ started to fuss again, he was getting irritated. Then Rupert and Henry heard a tiny growl coming from CJ's stomach. Rupert chuckled as Henry gave him CJ to go make his bottle, "Looks like someone is hungry." Rupert said as Henry went over to them.

Henry held CJ as he fed him his bottle, Rupert started to cook dinner for both him and Henry.

After everyone was fed, Rupert put CJ to nap as Henry sat down on the couch. Rupert sat down next to him as Henry put on a horror movie, they were eating snacks as they watched the movie. The movie wasn't too scary, well at least for Rupert, Henry was scared out of his mind. He cling tight to Rupert, Rupert didn't mind though.  Once the movie was done, it was time for bed. CJ was still sleeping, and they got ready for bed.

Rupert was brushing his teeth while Henry was brushing his hair, then they headed off to bed.

Henry was about to close his eyes when he felt himself being pulled close to Rupert, Henry nuzzled him. Rupert closes the lamp and they both went asleep.

Rupert, Henry, and CJ got ready for the party on the eve of the Halloween party.

Henry was putting on his cape as Rupert was putting on his ears, after they were done, they went to put on CJ's costume. CJ was giggling as he put on a cape, ears, and a little makeup. Rupert was a werewolf, Henry was a vampire, and CJ was their hybrid child. They headed off to the party in excitement.

While they were heading towards the party, Henry started to have doubts.

"Hey, thorn," Henry said as he frowned, "Do you think there will be scary decorations at the party? I don't want CJ to get scared."

Rupert glanced at Henry, "No. I checked with the General," he replied, "He reassured me that there will be no scary decorations."

Henry nodded as they got to the base, they headed to the cafeteria where the party is. Victoria greeted them with a smile as CJ squealed in delight upon seeing her, she was wearing a pirate costume. "Hey guys, CJ looks so adorable!" she said happily as she took note of the costume.

"Thanks, CJ is our hybrid child," Rupert stated proudly as he grinned, showing off his pearly whites.

Henry was a vampire, Rupert was a werewolf, and CJ was their hybrid child. Henry handed CJ to Rupert to find a table to sit at, Henry found a table and they sat down. Rupert went to go get food for them as the Bukowski twins came over to Henry. Henry saw the twins were dressed in identical outfits, but with a creepy aesthetic. They also have creepy makeup on, and to Henry, they look creepy.

"Hey, Hen," Calvin greeted, "Hi CJ."

Henry waved at him as CJ babbled at him, Calvin smiled as Konrad booped CJ's nose. "What are you supposed to be?" Calvin asked Henry in confusion.

"I'm a vampire, Cal," Henry replied as Rupert came over to him with their food.

"Here you go," Rupert said as set down a plate full of food and there was a small bowl of food for CJ. "June gave me homemade baby food for CJ."

Henry nodded as he started feeding CJ, Rupert glanced at the twins. Calvin saw Rupert was a werewolf, "Oh now I get it." Calvin said, observing the couple, "You guys decided to do a forbidden romance thing with vampires and werewolves."

"Yup and CJ is our forbidden love child," Henry replied happily.

Hank and Hayden came over to the group with their costumes. Hank was wearing an old-fashioned pilot's uniform and Hayden was a zombie. They greeted everyone as the music for the Halloween party started up, Sarah Conners brought over candy to them. She was dressed like a mermaid, and she gave everyone candy. She gave candy to CJ even though he can't eat it yet, it's okay though, Rupert or Henry can eat it later.

Some of the soldiers were dancing, some were trying to scare others, but were failing, and some were just socializing. The General came over to the group with a smile on his face, he asked them how's every one. Everyone responded well and Galeforce smiled. The party went on as everyone was having a good time. Henry and Rupert danced on the dance floor while June was watching CJ. CJ's red eyes gazed upon his dads as he babbled, he wanted to join in, but he was too small.

Once the party was over, everyone went home.

Henry was getting CJ's costume off as Rupert was brushing his hair, CJ yawned as Henry took off his costume. "Someone's sleepy," Rupert said softly as he chuckled.

Henry smiled as Rupert pick CJ up to put him in his crib, Henry followed him as Rupert gently put CJ down. Rupert tucked him in and Henry gave him his helicopter toy, CJ closed his eyes as he fell asleep. Rupert and Henry started to get ready for bed.

Henry was eating a piece of candy as Rupert got on the bed with him, "Did ya have fun?" he asked as he also ate a piece of candy.

"Yup," Henry replied as he finished his candy.

"I'm glad, I never had that much fun."

"Me too."

Henry started to eat a piece of chocolate when he felt Rupert lean close to him, Henry glanced at him as Rupert smirked at him. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, Rupert then bit the chocolate. Henry was about to protest when Rupert kissed him with the chocolate in his mouth, Henry melted into the kiss as Rupert wrapped his arms around Henry.

They spend the rest of the night, doing a bonding moment.

A/N: I should be sleeping, but I wanted to finish this before bed.

#thehenrystickmincollection #the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin #rupert price #henry stickmin ocs #hubert galeforce #victoria grit #calvin bukowski #konrad bukowski #june july #sarah connifers #hank stockman #hayden brock #thsc #thsc henry stickmin #thsc rupert price #thsc hubert galeforce #thsc victoria grit #thsc calvin bukowski #thsc konrad bukowski #thsc june july #thsc sarah connifers #thsc hank stockman #thsc hayden brock #henry x rupert #rupert x henry #henry stickmin x rupert price #stickprice