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approximately12lbs-of-ducks · 10 months

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COULD YOU TELL ME ABOUT YOUR EEAU?!!! I AM SO VERY CURIOUS!!!

I ABSOLUTELY CAN AHHHHHHH I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT IT ALWAYS. Premise is that after Dream blows up Logsteadshire, instead of leaving Tommy alone, he suggests to Tommy that they start over somewhere new. He leads Tommy to an even more remote location that this time no one knows about (not that Tommy’s aware of it) and after asking Tommy if it would be less painful if no one was allowed to visit him rather than having them constantly reject him by not showing up, and Tommy agreeing, he like. Bans people from visiting Tommy. This is not, however, what he tells the rest of the SMP - he actually doesn’t say anything for a bit because he’s busy destroying other teenagers lives (Doomsday also holy fuck i am so normal about eeau!tubbo or honestly just c!tubbo in general) but then after Doomsday of course Tubbo goes and discovers the annihilated Logsteadshire and like runs back and Dream insinuates that Tommy killed himself which definietly doesn’t devestate or at least shake up many people. But then people start talking and realize that like. Dream’s been manipulating and lying to them all this whole time and pitting them against each other. Philza in particular is like ‘why did we leave Tommy with the man who constantly expressed his dislike for him/set out to ruin his life’ and everyone was like . fair point. Queue manhunt for Dream where Dream loses his two lives and all of his allies and in a cruel twist of fate ends up with only Tommy for company!! Because stockholm syndrome babey :)))))) Plans backfired immensely for this man. (I did not forget about Punz well I did but then I figured out a way for him not to be there which is a WHOLE OTHER STORY basically Dream tried to manipulate purpled who went Nuh Uh and tattled to punz so punz fucked off and spat in dreams face on the way out)

QUEUE A YEAR LATER Ghostbur stumbles across Tommy in his secret exile spot (Henburgh) as Ghostbur has been searchign for Tommy’s ghost ever since he learned that he died. Eventually Ghostbur forgot he wsa looking for Tommy’s ghost and was just fixated on that he was looking for Tommy. Tommy however is scared of what Dream might do to Ghostbur/to him if he sees Ghostbur or finds out he was here, since he’s technically not allowed any visitors, so he sends Ghostbur away on an impossible quest. Ghostbur leaves him a small bit of blue that he then hides bc he can’t bring himself to throw it away, but unforunately nothing escapes Dream’s grasp for long and he notices :))))) It does not end well for Tommy, time for Logsteadshire pt 2. DURING THE TWO MONTHS THAT PASSED SINCE GHOSTBURS VISIT Wilbur is revived by Philza and Technoblade bc hella guilt and also Kristin hinted to Phil that Wilbur could come back and so Phil took the opprotunity. Wilbur however! Does not remember his time as ghostbur aside from very vague feelings and a couple blurry memories! But he feels VERY STRONGLY that there’s something important to the southeast of Techno’s cabin, and eventually that feeling grows so strong that he starts getting really anxious and upset about the fact he can’t go, so Techno offers to check it out fully expecting to find nothing. Only to stumble across Dream being HORRIFIC to Tommy during Logsteadshire Pt 2 and prompty going Oh Fuck No and bringing Tommy back to recover at the cabin.

Tommy does NOT appreciate this, and immediately demands to be taken back to Henburgh. Techno does not oblige. Tommy makes his displeasure clear but also mans now Traumatized as all hell so he also does jack shit to actually oppose the rest of the SBI. QUEUE FAMILY BONDING TIME AND SLOW HEALING. IT TAKES A LOT OF TIME AND EFFORT AND THERES OF COURSE MORE SHIT BUT I DONT KNWO IF I WANNA SPOIL IT CAUSE I AM WRITING THE FIC. But the main fic ends with Tommy having not fully completed his healing but having made progress in mending his relationships w his family and friends, specifically SBI and beeduo, and like starting to realize and come to terms that what he went through was wrong but it wasn’t his fault, and decide that he wants to fight to be better again. I’m definitely so normal about all of his healing arcs and the way he slowly starts to recover from his trauma and find himself again and discover that life is worth living and that love doesn’t have to hurt I’m really fucking normal. I could talk about this for hours I in fact have talked about it for hours with my sibling (shoutout to them for listening) there are so many details to all of this i thikn about it constantly I am packing so much symbolism into this baby it will be my magnum opus if i can ever fucking finish it

#the ducks quacked about something #a question!! :o #dsmp eeau #THE SYMBOLISM OF THE HOUSE THE SYMBOLISMMMMMMMMMMMMM #EACH OF THEIR HOUSES ARE VERY FUCKING IMPORTRANT AND SO VIVID TO ME #WHAT IT SAUYS ABOUT THEIR CHRACTERS. IM DEFINITELY CASUAL #also the way ghostbur was so bad about communicating but only agreed to be revived if they made revivebur care about completing the quest #tommy gave him (he did not explain it that way so they promptly did not tell revivebur but HE TRIED SO HARD TO NOT LEAVE TOMMY AGAIN)#EEAU WILBUR IS ANOTHER CHARACTER IM SO NORMAL ABOUT #wilbur and tommy really shaking hands on the affects of solitary isolation #oh also wilbur was in limbo for 50 years in this au due to the timeframe :))))))))))))#he is an old creaky man #THE GUILT TUBBO CARRIES AROUND ALWAYS AND THE GUILT RANBOO CARRIES AROUND ALWAYUS AND THE FACT NEITHER OF THEM TALK ABOUT IT TO EACH OTHER #I just really cannot let people be happy huh #IT GETS HAPPY AT THE END COMMUNICATION OCCURS BETWEEN MANY DIFFERENT PEOPLE #also we get awesamdad content but how we get it is kinda spoilers so i can’t explain rn T-T #ALSO TECHNO AND PHILS GUILT AND DESPERATION AND HOW THEY FEEL LIKE THE FAILED AND RRRRRHGHGHHRH #SBI are not bio family but all grew up in the same household as a family but Phil was not a great dad :)) but it wasn’t exactly his fault #hybrid shit vs human shit. he did not realize some of the differences #also how limbo works which i’ve talked a bit about before #ALSO THE DEITY SYSTEM WHIC I AM STILL FIGURING OUT AND ITS GIVING ME A HEADACHE #no dreamon activity in this au just dream being a shitty person because i think that holds more weight #dream is also so interesting me but in a villain character way #okay shutting up now which is so hard i have so much for this au i need to just WRITE IT #also i saw ur other ask it’s late for me but i absolutely want to draw that!!!! instant inspiration reading it #OH EDIT IMPORTANT NOT REVIVEBUR IS VERY DIFFERENT FROM CANON #HES MUCH MORE LIKE WILBUR BEFORE THE WAR(S)#hes chill and finallly on medication for his hella anxiety

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c-nstantine · 3 months

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Hi I want to make a request :3

The men come home and the air smells good! They hear their s/o in the kitchen and she’s cooking… without an apron on.

How would Clark, Jason, Dick and Bruce react to this? 😏

hi anon! this was good request! i think i read this right...

Bruce:

When Bruce comes home from pretending to be CEO all day, he has a solid two-three hours before ducking into the cave. Normally, Alfred already has something prepared that Bruce can eat while he's scrolling through the BatComputer but when he enters the kitchen to see his wife cooking in nude, he's pinching himself to make sure it's not a dream. he's lowkey looking around to make sure none of his children are home, then he carefully lurks behind her and then places his hands on her hips

Clark:

Clark has a bad habit of walking through the door and just starts rambling. As a man with the best senses and sight in the world it takes him a few minutes to realize that his wife is cooking completely naked. His mouth goes dry and he drops his suitcase, startling her a little. He turns the stove off (a responsible king) and whisks her away to the bedroom thinking about how much better her food will taste after he tastes her.

Dick:

Dick was most likely working long hours in Bludhaven as he tried to balance his life as a vigilante. So he holds a conversation with his girlfriend without noticing. It's literally not until she turns around that he's notices something is amiss. Some detective he is. Anyhow, the poor sleep deprived man just grabs her hand and leads to her to bed muttering about how he thought he was hallucinating the whole thing.

Jason:

I think Jason firmly believes in eye contact and because of that he's doing his best to let it slip that he knows she's trying to seduce him. It's failing miserably and about five minutes after he watches her stick something in the oven, he has her bent over the counter.

#black!reader #x black!reader #x black reader #black reader #bruce wayne x black!reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #jason todd #jaosn todd x black!reader #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x black!reader #jason todd x black!reader #jason todd x reader #clark kent x black reader #clark x reader #clark kent x reader

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hazbin-a-helluvamagines · 26 days

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Hello! I love the idea of a platonic! yandere! Lucifer Morningstar that treats the reader basically like his adopted child. I would like to see some headcanons on this dynamic!

-🦊♦️

"My Child" ; Lucifer Morningstar

Okay, so first off. Have you seen this man? Absolute daddy material. So soft, so playful, so silly, so gentle, so caring. Literally the opposite of what you'd expect from the literal devil.

I'd imagine you're definitely probably a fallen angel or someone who he's able to see a piece of himself in. Maybe you were thrown out of your family for new ideas and free thinking. Maybe you're a fallen angel. Hell, maybe he just spotted you feeding some ducks. Just as soon as you've managed to make him empathize, you've won his heart.

He'd ask why you're not with your parents. If you don't tell him why, but mention that you have none or yours are bad, he'd sigh and continue speaking to you as normal, offering you a place in the palace with him at the end of the conversation. If you told him why, he'd immediately offer to take you in. He couldn't just leave a child to struggle and fend for themselves on the streets of Hell. That'd be a death sentence for a poor, innocent child.

Once you're there, he'd do absolutely everything to make you feel welcome. His little cherub shouldn't be expected to do anything, they should be able to just relax and feel comfort in a home that was now theirs.

He'd definitely introduce you to Charlie shortly after, and she absolutely adores you, both because you're a cute kid and because there's finally someone to keep her very lonely man of a father company in his huge palace.

If you were ever to ask about Lilith, he'd just smile sadly and try to make some excuse that'd both give you hope while not lying to you.

"Mommy is... out right now. But maybe she'll come back one day."

He'd make ducks of you... a lot of them. A creepy amount, actually. But who could blame him? You're his second chance to be a father right!! He can't lose that! He wants to show you how much he loves you and spend as much time as possible with you!

Lullabies and bedtime stories. Every night. Sorry, I don't make the rules. Cute ones like The Ugly Duckling (Lucifer's favorite), Bearenstain Bears, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, If You Give A Mouse A Cookie, There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly, or a cute little pop-up book.

Takes pictures. A lot of pictures. Every day. Of the most mundane things. Just playing with your toys? Picture. Trying to read? Picture? Tried and failed at cooking? Too bad, that's a picture in the scrapbook now.

He'd be legitimately confused if you ever asked him to stop and said you weren't comfortable with it.

"But why, Y/N? You're such a cute little duckling! They're only for personal memories, I won't show them to anyone!"

By that, he means he'll both show them and gush to anyone that will listen to his ranting about you.

He just wants you to know he loves you and never question his adoration for you. :(

He'd try to keep you in the palace... possibly forever. After all, he's already had one person he loved leave seemingly just out of nowhere, he doesn't want to risk you just deciding you're done with him and abandoning him one day, too.

So he has to be by your side.

He HAS to.

Forever.

He has nothing to live for if he isn't.

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hedgehog-moss · 1 year

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Bird update: Unfortunately I’ve had to say goodbye to my rooster. I quite liked him but if you’ll remember, he was here on probation and after a few weeks of good behaviour he started pestering my hen a lot. She started looking a bit unhappy (huddling under the outdoor table instead of trotting about), then she stopped laying and I thought perhaps she was moulting and it could explain her moodiness and missing feathers, but the pattern of missing feathers seemed to point to the rooster as a culprit. Then he hurt her wing, allegedly (I have no proof so I’m protecting myself from a libel claim.)

On nice days Dru likes to sit and soak up the sun, stretching her wings one at a time, and on a couple of occasions I saw her stretch only her left wing, never opening her right one. I poked her wing gently and she didn’t bite my hand off which was a good sign, but then I picked her up and placed her on a chair, expecting her to jump off straight away like “I never asked you to put me here, mind your own business”—and indeed she jumped but she only flapped her left wing to slow her fall.

I called the vet to ask if it meant the other wing was broken and what I could do, and she was pretty reassuring, saying if the wing was held closed in the right position it would heal on its own—if it were dangling on the other hand I would need to find a little toddler’s t-shirt for my hen to wear, to keep her wing against her body. The vet also said what vets always say—“as long as the animal is eating normally it’s probably going to be fine!” (and that’s the case)

But I couldn’t keep the rooster any longer—even if he weren’t the one who hurt Dru (innocent until proven guilty) it wouldn’t help the healing process if he kept trying to mount her, so I put him in a box and took him back to his natal farm. They weren’t terribly happy to see him again, but well. I wanted to give him a chance but the circumstances (with only one hen) weren’t auspicious and I sort of expected this experiment to fail. Best of luck, rooster...

A couple of days after his departure, Dru lay an egg again for the first time since mid-February, so I think the message was pretty clear!

Also, that’s a tall bale of hay (from a chicken’s perspective) so I’m not sure how she managed to climb on top of it without boosting herself with her wings. Did she fake a wing injury to get the rooster ousted? Pampe would fake a wing injury without hesitation but chickens strike me as honest. I mean they're unrepentant food thieves but they’re upfront about it.

Final bird update: on Friday I managed to get a new hen! I hope having a new coopmate won’t put Dru in a bad mood again and cause another egg strike. The new hen is very young and still looks like a gangly teenager, and she seems quite vivacious and curious, here she is determinedly strolling into her new home:

One notable fact about her is that she doesn’t speak chicken. She doesn’t kot kot like an adult hen, and she doesn’t make the incoherent gurgling sound that baby hens make, either. It’s more like a dissonant quack. I’m not sure what to attribute it to—maybe she was raised near ducks and picked up a foreign language? I might have to call her Daisy if she keeps this up. I tried to record her but she’s pretty scared of me for the time being so she’s all shy and quiet when I’m nearby...

Dru isn’t amused by any of this. New hen tries to follow her and chat with her and gets snubbed a lot. Well, I did hear Dru cluck amicably the first evening when I brought the new hen in the coop, but she didn’t get an answer, there’s a real language barrier here. I hope the new hen learns French soon because right now Dru just keeps running away from her!

Poor Dru, she lost her good friend and then had to deal with a dude who woke her up every day at dawn crowing as loudly as possible, and now a new roommate who speaks duck. It’s only been two days though; I’m sure they’ll get along eventually!

#crawling along #initially this was going to be a 1-paragraph post about the rooster and the new girl but it's hard to be succinct when it comes to chickens #there's so much coop drama to talk about every time #as you can see from the pic dru still runs around and is generally energetic and behaving normally so if #the wing really is hurt it doesn’t seem to bother her too much #i'm still not excluding the possibility of a clever ploy to get the rooster evicted

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cat-mentality · 8 months

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Back on with my silly qsmp headcanons with zero evidences in canon!!!

The English version:

Foolish has never once in his life tried to pretend to be human, yet people just genuinely think he is like that(tm) and don't question anything he does

As he has shark dna Foolish doesn't need to blink as often as a human, he is therefore great at staring contests (it freaks the fuck out of everyone)

Foolish and Bad keep an score of how many times they have killed each other just to have bragging rights

They have never give an straight answer when someone asks if they have fucked in the past

Bad sings in the shower

Fit is just a regular human but no one believes him when he says it, they all just think he is hiding his true self and he has received MANY talks about "embracing yourself"

Jaiden trauma dumps by accident. She will be having a perfectly normal conversation and then mention something horrible from her past without even meaning to.

Slime can't read a room to save his life, if embarrassement could kill that would be his main cause of death

He once lost control of his human form and left slime goo all over Wilbur right before a concert

Wilbur cannot handle spice.

Neither can Philza actually.

Niki in other hand has bitten peppers before and snacked on them.

Mouse is very open about the fact that she is a demon and she is very pleased that everyone on the Island just takes it in stride, since usually it freaks people out

Mouse is not saying she has partaken in eating human flesh before, but she is also not denying it.

Lenay has a criminal record. No one knows why and she has never answered either.

Tubbo talks with his machines and it freaked him the fuck out when they started to answer him (It's Arin and he is loving this new kid)

Quackity and Mouse once entered a competition on who could hold their breath for longer (The both passed out)

Philza thinks every sickness can be fixed with avocado toast and he will recomend it as legitimate medical treatment

Jaiden talks with parrots and they keep her on loop of all the gossip on the Island

It took Tina literally invoking the powers of hell to people realize she is a demon and not a rabbit hybrid and Mouse was incredibly excited to have a demon bestie

Foolish is in fact jealous

Niki is such a good baker that she has made people cry by how good her food is

Fit spends a lot of his time running around Tubbo and stopping him from poking where he shouldn't, Philza is just glad he has someone to share the babysitting duty

Slime is a light weight, one glass of wine and the man is gone

Niki is an lynx hybrid and she has hissed at people before. She also can sort of understand cats and they follow her around a lot.

Fit is in fact allergic to cats but every cat on the Island seems to really love him

Slime needs his glasses less than his bitch wife so he will sometimes take them off, but it causes a lot of confusion because people fail to recognize him without them

Lenay has a terrible sense of direction, she is just better at following people and hoping for the best

Philza's crows really like both Fit and Tubbo and will sometimes follow them around but get sometimes annoyed that they wouldn't understand them

Bad and Philza were coworkers for a time

Jaiden can't dance but she sure as hell likes to try

Lenay on the other hand is a good dancer but she doesn't usually do it

Tubbo is actually a duck hybrid but literally no ones believes him when he tells them that because all the ducks on the Island hate him

He falls asleep on the most random spots ever because it's less sleeping and more crashing, he doesn't even know where his bed is

Fit will sometimes thrown his mechanical arm at people. No reason but that he felt like doing it.

Bad uses his tail to hit people when they are being annoying.

Foolish once bite his tail in retaliation.

#okay this is the last for now #maybe i can do one for the eggs later idk #qsmp #qsmp headcanons #qsmp foolish #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp tina #qsmp niki #qsmp tubbo #qsmp fitmc #qsmp philza #qsmp slimecicle #qsmp wilbur #qsmp jaiden #qsmp ironmouse #qsmp lenay #so many people so many hcs left behind

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gaybananabread · 5 months

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(Don’t mind the fact I go all out in this, I’m just excited) Hihi! Just noticed TADC in your fandom list soooo can I get grapes, pears, and maybe some mangoes too whilst yer at it with Ler!Kinger and Lee!Pomni? I would like the stomach and the chin to be heavily focused on spots but every other spot is great too! I think Pomni and Kinger have potential to have an adorable dynamic as I hc that Kinger is the circus father figure! Speaking of hcs, I personally think that Pomni would be an adorably ticklish squeaky toy and probably a fighter. Kinger on the other hand, I hc that he is not very ticklish at all! Sure you could get a giggle or two outta him if you try hard enough but that’s it. Sooo yeah! Gotta love ordering stuff! Have a great day and remember, you don’t have to write any of this if you don’t wanna!! Byeee!!!

Fruit(s): Grapes, Pears, Mangoes

GAH! Thank you Anon! Definitely gave me some good bones to work with! Kinger would be the one dad that has the mental stability of a pancake lol. Loved writing for these goobers, your hcs were really fun to work with! Love that you went all out, gives me some awesome ideas! As always, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Pomni

Ler: Kinger

Summary: Pomni is having an anxiety attack due to circus craziness. Kinger invites her into his pillow fort to calm down, showing her she can still have a laugh in their insane circumstances.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

She couldn’t take it anymore. The constant craziness, being in her new body, unable to really feel anything besides the constant stress of not knowing who the *squawk* she is. Oh yeah. The filter too.

The clown was curled up on the floor of the tent, on the verge of abstraction. The other members of the circus had gone to their rooms to cool down from that day’s “adventure.”

Caine’s weird NPCs had wreaked havoc on the psyches of the characters, especially Pomni. She had failed the game, gotten hurt and accidentally broke Gangle’s comedy mask. Her mind was a swirling storm of regrets and uncertainty.

She was so close to being done…

Kinger looked around, trying to find the newest member. She’d seemed…not okay, after the activity. He wasn’t one to talk, but that had been a bad day for everyone, and he felt stable enough to help out. What he saw made his heart sink; Pomni, curled up behind some giant building blocks, small black and glitchy particles hovering around her.

He quickly shuffled over to her, wrapping two floating hands around her shoulders and squeezing her close to him. “P-Pomni! It’s okay, you’re okay! Try to take some deep breaths…”

The girl tried to breathe, the warm embrace bringing her back to…wherever they were. She was far from better, but the particles had faded. Her pupils were still detached scribbles, though.

“Here, let me just..” Kinger carefully lifted her up, carrying her towards his fort, “get you somewhere calmer.” He pushed the pillow aside, ducking and setting her down on one of the cushions.

Pomni took a few shaky breaths, her eyes flicking back and forth between the twisting scribbles and her pinwheels. She had almost…oh *honk*.

The royal piece rubbed her shoulders, trying to calm the girl down. “It’s okay, Pomni. Just breathe. You’re doing great.” His voice was softer than normal, more paternal. It helped.

“S-sorry…I k-kinda freaked…” She sounded so guilty…that wasn’t gonna slide. “Pomni, you’re fine. Everyone has bad days. I know I do.”

Pomni forced a smile, but it was clear she was still upset. Kinger tried to cheer her up, poking her side to get her attention. He didn’t expect the shocked, strangled squeak he got in response. The knee-jerk reaction was to check for injuries, but things clicked when he saw the blush on her cheeks. “Oh. You’re ticklish.”

She had enough awareness to try and run. Kinger quickly scooped her up, trapping her in a reverse hug with her small back against his chest. “Of all the bugs in my collection, I have to say there’s a favorite. Can you guess?” One hand held her shoulders, while the other traced her belly. “It’s the Tickle Bug!”

Pomni smacked at his hands, thrashing and flailing in his hold. She was a squeaky, giggly mess in seconds. It was light tickling, but she was stupidly ticklish. “K-Kihihinger! GYEEhehehe! Nohoho!”

He chuckled at the adorable sounds, looking at her eyes. The scribbles are gone, her multi-colored eyes back and wide with surprise. “Hmm, no, these work pretty well. You need a little help calming down, and laughter is the best medicine.”

Trying something, he moved his free hand to gently scribble under her chin. Pomni’s thrashing calmed way down, her giggles getting even squeakier. It was clear her chin was a melt spot, her eyes closing. Kinger cooed and kept up the tracing. “Aww, Pomni, do you like this spot?”

She whined through the giggles, but didn’t deny it. Even with her pride on the line, she wouldn’t tell that obvious of a lie. “Kihihihinger! Ihihihit tihickles!”

“It’s supposed to, silly. Tickle Bug, remember?” He added more stomach tickles to the mix, gently scribbling where her belly button would be. She squealed, belly laughter slipping into the giggle fit. “KihihHIHIngeher! NYAHAHAhoho!” The thrashing was back, though it was more frantic than anything. She was caught between wanting to melt into the chin tickles and writhe from the belly scratches.

While it was adorable to see her like that, he was only tickling her to cheer her up. The silly chaos she was in, while cute, wasn’t the goal. He stopped, one finger still tracing under her chin as he hugged her. “Feeling any better?”

Pomni continued to giggle softly, but nodded. Without him, who knows what would have happened. “Uh-uhuhum, yeah. Thahanks, Kihinger…”

“No problem, friend. If you ever feel like that again, just come in the fort. I’ve got your back.” He released her from the hug, his eyes squinted in a smile. While he wasn’t any more sane than the rest of them, he tried his best to help out. It was nice.

Pomni hugged him one last time before ducking out of the pillow fort, a smile still on her face. The creeping dread wasn’t completely gone, but it had subsided. She felt like she could genuinely smile for a bit. That…that was enough, for her anyway. She could get through it with her new friends by her side. Just another day in the circus…

#kasey's fruit shop #tadc tickle #lee!pomni #ler!kinger #ticklish!pomni #sfw tickling community #tickle fic #tickle #the amazing digital circus tickle #fruit shop event #the amazing digital circus #tickle fluff #father figure kinger #tadc kinger #tadc pomni #tadc

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iheartzegras · 1 year

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Hey! Can you do something where Trevor Z is keeping you up all night and your tired and just snap at him?

exhausted - trevor zegras

hi anon! thanks for your request!

i have a lot of requests in my inbox right now, so it might take a little while to get them all done :(

also, sorry for not posting the last two days, i had a bad migraine!

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your day at work had been exhausting. even though you worked with the ducks as a trainer and saw familiar faces often, you still had a draining day. you had so many files to fill after past injuries and updates that you had rushed to get done to avoid working overtime. you just wanted to get home and rest.

your keys jingling in your apartment door relieved you, as you knew you finally were able to rest. as you walked in, you were greeted with silence. you remembered that trevor went out with the other team members to celebrate their win that occurred the same evening.

you set your keys on the counter and took your shoes off. the california weather was warm enough that you were wearing shorts and a plain shirt, which was comfy enough already, so you didn’t need to change. walking to the couch, you grabbed your favourite blanket and the tv remote. turning on netflix and watching whatever came on your feed, you planned on napping.

just as you were about to doze off, you heard loud voices which seemed to be trevor saying goodbye to his team. you sighed, knowing your nap was about to be taken away.

trevor normally had a lot of stories to tell after games. whether it be fights that occurred, amazing goals scored, memorable moves that were made, or anything that caught his eye in general. usually, you would love this. you loved how he always had stories to tell and that he never failed to make you smile with them. today, though, you were simply too tired to listen. you were too exhausted to function. you needed a break.

trying and hoping to fall back asleep, you felt a big dent in the couch appear. before you knew it, trevor was already excitedly rambling about the events in the game prior to this.

you really did not want to get frustrated or upset with him. you tried to acknowledge what he was saying, but the speed of his words and his movements, it was almost impossible.

“trev, honey, can you please stop for just a minute? im just too tired” “oh. yeah, sure”

later on, you still hadn’t napped yet, so you decided to go to bed. trevor came along with you, because it was starting to get late and he had morning skate. while getting ready to go to sleep, trevor constantly was singing and playing music. daily when you two would get ready for bed, you would sing along to songs, but today was not the case.

in bed, trevor would not stop moving. his legs kept wiggling against yours and his head was continuously moving around in the crook of your neck. he was so restless today, which did not work out in your favour. then, he started mumbling which just pushed you over the edge. you didn’t want to say something, but you had to.

“trevor! stop moving and humming. i’ve had a headache all day and you’ve only added to it! can you not stop just for today?” you yelled at him. “y-yeah. i’ll just go sleep on the couch. i’ll leave you alone.”

you knew you really had messed up when he left and brought his pillows with him. you didn’t know what to do. you knew the right thing to do was to bring him back here and apologize, but you really did need this sleep.

after an hour of tossing and turning, you needed trevor. you barely hesitated to get up and start softly walking out of your bedroom and to the living room.

seeing him on the couch, fast asleep, made guilt consume you. you yelled at him too much. he wasn’t doing anything that deserved that.

you softly brushed the locks that covered his face behind his ear. you gave him a kiss on his forehead and gently started to shake his shoulder. as his eyes fluttered open, he just looked at you. sadness evident in his eyes. “i’m so sorry, my love. i didn’t mean to lecture you like that. i’ve had a very hard day, and have barely had any sleep or rest all day. you didn’t do anything wrong. please come back to bed, i don’t like seeing you alone on this couch.” you apologized to him. he seemed to accept your request by silently following you. sleep was still coating trevor’s features as he got back into bed.

you felt the need to apologize again so you whispered to him “trevor, i truly am so so sorry, and i love you so much. now, how about you tell me about those hockey stories again?” after you said those last words his face lit up and he smiled.

after he started talking about the stories again, you hugged onto the side of his neck and chest as you continued to listen. those tales seemed to calm you, because sooner or later, you were right asleep next to trevor.

the two of you rarely snapped at each other. when you did, you both made sure that you always resolved it quickly and figured out the issue. you both helped each other deal with things. he cured your exhaustion most of the time.

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this was kind of repetitive, but i hope you all still enjoyed!

feel free to talk to me in my ask box!!

#nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nhl #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras blurb

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mordeiswrld · 1 year

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Stu Macher x M!Reader

AHHHH MY FIRST REQUEST🤭🤭 OFC I CAN DO THAT FOR YOU- Admin Zjay🪷 (reupload since i deleted everything🥲)

Requested?: yes

Fic type: Headcanons (not sure of you wanted a oneshot or this but just let me know and ill redo it)

Time started: 5:34 AM

Character: Stu Macher x M!reader

A/N: this may be bad since i dont capture extroverted characters’ personalities as well as Introverts but ill try my best😁

Stu being...well stu never really put much thought into anyone being taller than him until you came that is

When he first saw you it was in his History class that, in all honesty, he wasnt paying that nuch attention in. Just off in la la land and fucking with the other students with his goofy antics

Then you walked in, silently. Having to duck a little since the doorways never took tall people into consideration

Upon seeing a big figure in his peripheral vision he snapped his head towards you and his brain LITERALLY stopped all thoughts from processing everything

He was just ASTONISHED at your size. He was so amazed that he prayed to the gods that his teacher would sit you next to him

Unfortunately for him, she didn’t but will that stop Stuart? Absolutely not

After about an hour of boring lectures about Wars the bell had rung and kids starting pouring out into the halls, running, screaming, talking and laughing and doing what normal Highschoolers do before they speed off to their next class

But not Stu, well, not right away anyways. He was looking for the new kid. You. He searched above everyones heads and then he spotted you. Taller amongst the crowd of teenagers. You made them look like ants. Stu loved your height it was a relief to finally have someone who is taller than he is for a change

He quickly ran up to you after he spotted you and tapped your shoulder. “Hey, you’re in my history class i wanted to ask for your name earlier but-ah...Ms.HasAStickUpHerAss would’ve lectured me for an hour straight and sent me to detention.” he chuckles as he scratches his head, trying to seem awkward

You laugh “Oh is that so? My name is Y/N, what’s yours?” you questioned back as you rummage through your locker to get your textbook. “Stu Macher at your service” he says as he puts on a fake British accent and bows before you as if you are royalty. You laugh again and close your locker, tetxbook in hand.

“Nice to meet you Sir Stu. But if you’ll excuse me I have to get to Math and that’s all the way on the other side of the school” you say in an already exhausted tone. Stu smiles and playfully wraps his arms around your shoulders or tries to, after 4 failed attempts he gets onto his tiptoes and tries it “i can walk you there” he says as he starts to steer you down the hall. “You sure? Won’t you be late to class? If not later than i will be?” you question but Stu just brushes off the question a careless scoff “pffft, I’ll be fine. I have Science and he barely even remembers my face so i’m not worried” he states as he unwraps his arm from your neck, gets off of his tip toes and starts to walk in front of you backwards

He walks you to your class and then after that, yall talk almost everyday you are like his new favorite person to mess with. And the height? Oh he’s definitely gonna tease you about it “hey! Hows the weather up their dude?” “Fe Fi Fo Fum says the giant Y/N” “shhh as you can see hea we have a woild Y/N in its Natural habitat” ‘STU I CAN SEE YOU BEHIND THAT BUSH’

After a few months Stu starts to notice his crush on you. His longing stares, the way he notices every little change and detail about you (the way you slouch to be the same height as everyone, the way you almost bump into every doorway, etc), how he likes to be around you, how he likes to be the short one for once, etc. He’s shocked to say the least, since your both guys and its not really “normal” for the same gender to date but he quickly gets over it because he can love whoever the fuck he wants and if someone has a problem with it? They’ll be hanging by their appendix the next day.

Stu sits on the idea of him having a crush on you for a few weeks all while acting the exact same way except a lot more physical. The noogies turn into him ruffling your hair gently, he asks for you to get things for him even though he can clearly get it himself, he compliments your height more often, the hugs become tighter and longer, and his touches linger. He can tell you feel the same but he isn’t sure but all he needs is a positive response...

A/N: lowkey dont know how to feel about this 🫢i hope you like it though!!

Time ended: 6:31 AM

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mykneeshurt · 10 months

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Fields of Tulips - two

09 Soap x F!reader

All warnings are on the title page of this series

Chapter one

Synopsis - after a shaky first meeting with Captain McTavish, it’s time to meet your team.

A/N - Ghost and Gaz are based off 2022 MW, I prefer their characters/character models to 2009 MW2

Monday morning came round fast, your alarm buzzed at 6am and boy did it feel good to be back on base. To hear the dull drumming of boots on the linoleum floor, the laughs and banter from fellow soldiers filled the hallways.

Stretching your cramped legs you pushed your reoccurring dream to the back of your mind. There was no way it was about to impact on your first day. A new start. A new team. A new mission. It was exactly what you needed. Sheets were drenched, again, rolling your eyes you trudged towards the shower. Hoping the hot water would provide some solace from your lingering thoughts.

Make it hot … burn yourself … you’ll never be clean … they died because of you … you’re gonna fail today … worthless … pathetic

You did make the water hotter, the light sting of the liquid was enough to silence the thoughts that ravaged you. Every waking hour. Every fucking second.

Stepping out the shower you glare at your reflection in the mirror. You looked tired, a little gaunt even. A scar ran down the left side of your body …

Adam’s’ body led huddled into your chest, the fuselage of the plane dug into your torso, into your abdomen. Blood dripped from the open wound into a small puddle beneath you. It smelt strongly of iron.

You shook your head, and tried to focus on your next task. As you brushed your teeth the repetitive motion lulled you into a trance, up and down, left and right …

Your eyes were heavy, a sharp stinging pain raged within your body as you tried to move. The metal creaked and moaned above you, you tried to scream but no sound came.

Tears stung your eyes as you spat the toothpaste into the sink. ‘Fuck’ you whispered to yourself. Today cannot be a bad day. But it will be. Focusing on your breathing you counted to four, imagining a box. In for four, out for four. Trying desperately to cling onto your sanity, to cling onto normality.

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After you’d managed to get dressed you walked to the canteen, it was still pretty early so it should have been quiet. Except it wasn’t. The canteen was a bustling hive of activity, soldiers sipping coffee, scoffing eggs into their mouths ready for the day a head.

Keeping your head down you tried to keep to yourself, not to being any attention to yourself.

It lasted all of 2 minutes.

You felt something hit your back, something soft and moist. Whipping around you saw a soggy old banana skin at your feet, part of its rotten membrane coated your hoodie. Sighing you heard a chorus of sniggers and giggles coming from one of the tables.

You marched over, furious at the audacity of the person who threw it at you. As you approached you saw a group men eyeing you up and down. A lamb to the slaughter.

‘No one wants you here, Adams died cause of you.’ His voice full of venom penetrated your feeble armour. ‘Fuck you!’ You shouted, fists shaking from pure fury. The man slammed his fists on the table, the thud echoed in the canteen instantly silencing the busy conversations.

Within an instant he had you by the collar and shoved you up against the concrete wall. ‘Fuck you say to me? Fuckin murderer. Should have been you who died on that plane.’ His face contorted with sheer malice, spitting his words at you. You kept your voice low ‘I said fuck you.’

He slammed your back into the wall again causing your head to bounce off it. ‘I’ll fuckin end you, stupid bitch.’ Feeling your anger overflow you spat in his face, a smug grin spreading over your lips. The man wound his arm back ready to lay into you, fist clenched, veins protruding.

As he swung you managed to duck just in time, as you ducked you tackled him to the floor. The canteen erupted in a throng of cheers and chants, encouraging a fight to happen between the two of you. You managed to get a lucky punch in, your knuckles connected with the soft cartilage in his nose.

A grinding and popping noise rang out as blood started to stream from his nose. Just as you were about to swing again a forearm wrapped around your waist lifting you effortlessly. They placed you over their shoulder and stormed out of the canteen. Staring at the solider on the floor you flipped him off smiling at your lucky win.

As you entered the corridor you began pounding on the back of your captor. ‘Put me down! Who the fuck do you think you are?!’ You were taken into a small office, the door slammed behind you as you were thrust onto the floor.

Straightening up you were finally able to see who had taken you. Oh fuck. Of course. ‘Captain’ you said meekly, instantly withdrawing into your shell. You were fucked and you knew it.

‘You wanna tell me what the fuck that was?’ He asked standing over you, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. His face was stoic, not giving anything away but his voice was stern, he was pissed. You’ve done it now, see? Can’t do anything right. It really should have been you on that plane.

Brushing yourself off you chewed your cheek ‘he started it! He threw a mouldy banana at me!’

‘So you thought the correct thing to do was to tackle him to the floor and break his nose?’

‘Bastard deserved it. Told me I should have died in the plane.’

Soap pinched his brow and sighed heavily. ‘Alright, maybe he did deserve it, but it doesn’t give you the right to assault him. You aren’t judge jury and executioner.’

‘Oh? And what would you have done if you were me?’ You scoffed, crossing your arms. Mirroring his stance.

‘We ain’t talking about me lass.’

‘No that’s right. I’m the one who has to put up with this. I’m the one who was in that plane crash. I’m the one who sees their fucking faces every day, every time I close my eyes. Me. So excuse me if the way I stick up for myself is a little unconventional.’ Your chest was heaving. Who the fuck did he this he was?

Feeling tears start to sting behind your eyes you quickly darted around Soap. He tried to reach out for you but you pushed his hand away. ‘Don’t. I’ll see you in the gym.’ He dropped his hand and nodded, letting you leave.

Tulips. Think of the tulips.

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After eventually calming yourself down you traipsed towards the gym, eyes still damp from your tears. Massaging your face you tried to calm yourself. The sound of punches and bare feet on mats sounded from behind the closed door.

This was it. Time to meet your new team mates.

Slipping into the gym you kept your hood up and slid onto one of the benches. Ok the mats were two men, one was a rather handsome young man. Young freshly shaven, a cheeky smile and a fantastic pair of legs. The other was a mountain of a man, broad and solid, he wore a mask with a crudely painted skull on it.

Soap and Price were talking amongst themselves as the two men beat the shit out of one another. You sat with your arms crossed, impressed at how nimble and fast they both were. Their movements were hypnotising, fluid. Each counter attack carefully calculated and executed, it was as if they were dancing with one another.

You were so lost in the performance before you that you didn’t notice Soap sit next to you. ‘You alright kid?’ He asked leaning on bis thighs. Sighing you took your hood down, biting on your thumb. ‘Yeah I guess. I’m not sorry for what I said, but I’m sorry for yelling at you.’

‘I get it. No need to apologise, but you should see someone. Just talk, see how you feel.’

‘I … I don’t know if I can.’

He remained still, mulling over your words. You felt as if he knew what you were going through, his tone was gentle. He wasn’t probing, he wasn’t being nosey, it seemed like he cared. A feeling you weren’t used to anymore. Maybe once upon a time, but not now.

‘I know. It’s tough. You can’t let it consume you though. You’ll lose yourself in it … trust me’ he half heartedly smiled at you. ‘Just think about it?’

You tried to smile back, but it came out as a grimace. ‘Yeah I guess I’ll try.’

‘Atta girl. Now, wanna come meet yah team? They been wanting to meet you.’

He led you over to the two men who were taking a break, the man with the mask regarded you closely. Eyeing you up and down as he drank the water from his scuffed bottle. ‘This is Ghost. Sniper, don’t mind the mask he’s an ugly fucker underneath.’ Ghost? Fitting. He’s got soap a glare but the corner of his eyes creased, clearly hiding a smile.

‘And this is Gaz. Chopsy, so don’t let him give you a hard time. But he’s one hell of solider.’ Gaz laughed, showing brilliant white teeth and a killer smile. ‘Nice to meet you love. Think you’re ready to settle in with us?’

You smiled up at him, he instantly put you at ease, his face was so kind. ‘Yeah, I think so.’

‘Boys this is Sargent Dunn. Sniper and demolitions expert.’

‘Demolitions eh? Gonna give cap the run for his money then?’ Gaz smiled, clearly trying to get a rise out of Soap.

‘You didn’t say you were in demolitions too sir’ you asked peering up at him.

‘Aye. Could probably teach you a thing or two.’ Fucker was getting smart.

‘Mmmm we’ll see. You don’t have the woman’s touch though. That I can guarantee.’

Gaz and Ghost both chuckled at your retort. ‘Oh and what would the woman’s touch be?’ He asked, head cocked, eyebrow raised. Holding his gaze you smiled ‘I always know where to find the on button.’ Soap smiled down at you, his normally stoic serious demeanour slipped for just a second. Gaz and Ghost let out a roar of laughter, you finally felt welcome. You felt no judgement after what happened.

It didn’t feel like home quite yet but maybe one day it could be.

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A/N - fuckin hell this took ages to write lmfao I think the writers block is lifting. I PRAY

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bronson4444the2nd · 3 months

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So... I started playing palworld.

Bad start I know.

I've sunk an good amount of time into it,collected an good amount of pals, not far enough into it for the firearms or mass production stuff but whatever. But I've played enough of it that I think I can say my stance on it.

This game is thriving,because pokemon refuse to inovate or improve.

It designs (wether they are plagerized,inspiered, or other) are not important to me,the more mature "parody" elements are not important to me, the graphic's are not important to me. What IS important to me is the fact that this early access, open world survival game is infinitely more fun then any other attempt to "inovate" on the creature collector genra of video game.

Because it's actually trying to be something different.

Temtem, cassette beasts, nexomon, hell even shin migame tense(Wich was the literal protigener of it) have tried and failed to gain a foothold in the monster collector genra due to the absolute monopoly Pokemon has had on it sense the 1990's, mostly because the earlyer games mentioned have all stuck to the slow, repetitive turnbaised combat that pokemon has dominated and continues to dominate. Palworld is just ARK with pokeballs slapped in,and it is infinitely better then what others have tried to be, because they are so afraid to actually change anything major about it.

You know Legends Arceus? One of the most popular modern pokemon games? How people were super exited for the trailers cause it showed the player ducking & weaving around pokemon's attacking,but then they showed that it was just the normal pokemon combat system of them just standing in place & waiting for each other to attack? Palworld feels like what Legends Arceus should have been.

That would definitely explain why it is the 2nd highest played game on steam & outsold legends Arceus within the first week.

I may love pokemon,but I can't fucking STAND how stale it's become,they refuse to make good games anymore because they both don't have the time to. and know that everyting they release will earn them millions, cause regardless of quality,we will all buy them anyway.

I'm so fucking tired, and Palworld gave me a breath of fresh air that I desperately needed.

So tldr: the pokemon company sucks and these are my favorite designs in palworld

#pokemon #palworld #ramblings #long post #2 cents #sorry not sorry

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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House Of Memories (23/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: oof, drinking, pining, angst, the beginning of literal depression idk

Summary: Yours and Anakin's mission goes haywire, and you choose to deal with it, among your other problems, but going to a bar accompanied by him and his darling wife, the senator.

A/n: this is so much longer than it needs to be but you guys i saw some awesome pictures my brother took when we went to the cantina in galaxy's edge the other day and my inspiration skyrocketed so fast- also i highly recommend getting a reservation there if you can the scenery alone is worth it

Words: 4k

It had been weeks since the escapade with Satine, who you'd tried as hard as you could to push to the back of your mind. Really, you'd been trying to push her out of it, but with the murmurs of what happened with her and the Death Watch cult, she kept circulating in your thoughts from time to time.

You and Anakin had been assigned on a mission together while Ahsoka was sent to train cadets on Mandalore, and Obi-Wan was off world temporarily with Quinlan Vos. It was an easy mission, for the most part. Get in, steal information from the database, and get out. The problem with that was a man named Count Dooku, quite literally the person you despised most in the galaxy. He always acted like he was still compelled by the light side of the force, trying to regain relationships with people he once called friends. The reality of it was his need for endless power drove him to the darkness.

He had been waiting for you both upon arrival, taunting and tantalizing you both with his fancy speech, which had beat around the bush several times until he practically admitted he was prepared for your attack since the mission was set in motion. Needless to say, you failed, and both you and Anakin were taking it pretty hard. You lost a lot of clones that day, and had come home with half as many as you left with.

"It was my fault," he said, ducking his head into his hands. You scooted closer and rubbed his back in soothing circles.

"It's not. Neither of us could have possibly known that it would be a set up."

He shook his head, raising it slightly only to show you he'd been in a deep state of distress. You wrapped him up in a hug, letting his head fall on your shoulder as you kept affirming him.

He was a Jedi knight, now. A great general of the republic. He felt responsible because he had to. He hated when those feelings came over him, but every so often, something went wrong, and he couldn't help it.

"I will speak to the council when we return, if anyone gets reprimanded for this, I can take it. I've gotten sort of used to it by now," you chuckled a little, but it did little to lighten the mood. The ship was completely silent save for your conversation, and the steady whir of the engines.

"I am too, believe me. We'll go together, whatever they have to say can be said to both of us."

You silently agreed, resting a hand on his shoulder and keeping it steady for the remainder of the flight.

Well that went horrible. Absolutely horrible. Right off the bat, you mentioned that you had to crash a speeder to divert the attention of other clones getting away. Normally that would be considered a good thing, getting your men to safety and destroying enemy property while you were at it. The thing was, it was in the middle of a city, so no, it was not enemy property. You crashed a private mode of transportation. They revoked you of your piloting certification for the time being.

You were completely appalled by their decision and yelled about it to their faces. You regretted it instantly when you were done, but of course, with being a hot head, there were even more consequences. You were suspended from any and all missions until Obi-Wan returned. You stormed out of the room before they were finished and met Anakin in the hallway when he was done.

He didn't look so happy either; when he told you the reason why, you felt bad for him.

"You didn't need to stand up for me. It's clear they hate us both, and when we gang up on them, they despise us entirely," you threw your head back against the wall, the sting of the cold metal was distracting, for a few short seconds. You needed something to take your mind off this whole thing, and your usual solution was off world, probably not to return until tomorrow at the earliest. You doubted leaning on Obi-Wan's shoulder while he read in the library was going to help you with this much stress anyway.

You weren't sure where the urge came from, but you wanted to go out and get drunk, something Jedi were never supposed to do. You were to be alert and sober at all times, being the perfect symbol of a protector should anyone need you... but you'd been suspended temporarily, and Anakin was to take a short break from missions as well.

"Is Padme in the city?" you asked, wondering if maybe she could get you both into one of the more high-end clubs on this side of Coruscant.

"She is, but only until tomorrow. She has business to attend to back on Naboo. I'll probably be escorting her," he said, leaning against the same wall that you were, and you began to smirk with your eyes closed.

"Perfect."

"Oh no, what are you thinking?"

Oh no was a bit of a stretch, because once you'd explained to him your intentions, he was very keen to oblige you. It seemed impossible to not have fun when you had your favorite people with you, in an environment that was made for losing control and having the best time you can possibly have.

You'd never drunk anything really heavy before, although some of the older Padawans in the temple had taken you and Anakin out before to do some secret drinking, you weren't sure how much you could handle. You were almost positive that based on the strength and endurance of your right mind alone, you wouldn't be a light weight. You just hoped you'd be able to walk into your apartment again tonight without stumbling into someone. All you needed was to get drunk and crash into Mace Windu upon entering the place. You'd be expelled for sure... or at least until Obi-Wan got back, protesting until you were reinstated.

You hated hiding behind him all the time, because you wanted to prove to others that you were strong and capable enough to handle your own battles, but at the same time, you knew battling the council was a losing game, and that the only hope you had of defeating them was to let Obi-Wan save you. He didn't mind saving you all the time, which you appreciated, but often wondered about. It could not possibly be energizing to argue over the sake of another human being, and yet, he did. It must be exhausting to defend you on the daily. You'd have to find a way to thank him some time for it.

"Here, try this," Anakin slid you something in a tall glass, bright yellow in color and glowing against the steal countertop.

You raised an eyebrow before taking it in your hands to inspect it first. You sniffed it once, deeming it very acidic, before scrunching up your face and letting out a breath, downing it anyway.

Anakin looked surprised, his eyes wide and his jaw slack as he watched your reaction to that much alcohol at once. You cringed, the sting of it going down your throat was not pleasant, and not something you were used to, but in a few seconds, you already began to feel the tingling effects of it in your bloodstream. The energy, the cloudiness, the intoxication.

"Well, you weren't supposed to have the whole thing at once," he commented, but it was already far too late for that. Padme came up behind him, her shimmering evening dress was very beautiful under the lights. She watched on with concern for you, knowing you weren't like this usually, and if you were willing to do something Obi-Wan didn't want you doing, your mind must have really needed an escape.

"I think that's enough to drink for you," she took the glass from your hand and shoved it in the direction on the bar tender, who grabbed it and flipped it up onto the rack with ease. He was putting on some sort of a show to impress the patrons, throwing drink mixers, washing glasses, and serving guests, all while paying close attention to the Jedi visitors who had never been in here before.

"No, I need more. I can still think straight," you joked, your laughter carrying over a little too long for you to be considered sober. You weren't a lightweight per say, but perhaps just easily tipsy.

"That's the point. We don't want you in any more trouble with the council, and what about Obi-Wan? You know he wouldn't approve of you doing this," Padme was trying to be the voice of reason but was having a very hard time doing so when a half-drunk Anakin started pressing soft kisses into the crook of her neck.

"If he were here, I wouldn't be," you scoffed, turning to the tender and ordering another drink. Something small, but strong. "And besides, you might wanna get him home before he gets too handsy in public. I'll take the tram back to the temple when I'm done, I promise."

Your word of being responsible didn't quite ease her mind, but she almost considered it, seeing as Anakin was getting a little bit too intoxicated to function. She shook her head, standing her ground and breaking away from Anakin as she came right beside you. She knew that some of the patrons here were more often than not disrespectful to women, and even though you had a lightsaber strapped to your hip, it wasn't always enough when you were alone, much less drunk.

"Stay here, don't drink anything else until I get back," she said with a pointed finger. You put your arms up in fake surrender before watching her leave to a corner of the club, taking her holo-transmitter in hand.

You took the drink that the bar tender slid to you, nodding in thanks before tipping it to your mouth.

"I'm not a snitch, but you really shouldn't drink anything until she's back. She has a way of knowing things. She'll get very angry very fast when she finds out."

"If," you corrected him, "if she finds out. And besides, I have a way of knowing things, too."

"Yes, I believe that's called the force. She doesn't need it, she just knows."

You slammed back the green liquid, feeling a burn that not only hit your throat, but made your eyes water slightly. It was pain, but it was different pain. The type of pain you inflict on yourself just because it feels good.

"Well, that could be because you're married to her," you joked, feeling the buzz circulate your head more. You weren't able to quite get to a place of drunkenness, and you were upset about it. Anakin didn't ever seem like he was able to, either. You supposed beings with higher M counts were less susceptible to the aftereffects of being intoxicated. It made sense. The force was the base of all existing life, and you both were practically super-powered by it. It probably gave you a bit more immunity in order to protect your mind.

"Or because I've seen her in the senate, I'm telling you... she just knows."

"Alright then, let's have another drink together, see if she knows about it when she gets back," you said, haling over the bar tender to top both you and Anakin off yet again. He did so quickly and efficiently, and in no time, you were clinking glasses, downing the liquid as fast as you could. You were done first, and you chalked that up to Anakin being slow at ingesting literally anything. You remembered how long it would take him just to finish a glass of Bantha milk when you both were kids.

You were about to set your glasses back down on the counter when you both felt a hard smack come across the back of your heads.

Ow..

"I told you not to drink anymore," she said, her voice becoming a bit louder than it usually was. She was by no means a quiet person, as a senator she was loud and well spoken, but now she was just loud. "And you, need I remind you that she is your responsibility till Obi-Wan gets here?"

"I'm not anyone's responsibility but my own, besides, Anakin should honestly-" you paused mid-sentence, cutting yourself off to rethink about her last words. "I'm sorry, did you say here? As in he's coming to this bar?"

"I just got off a transmission with him. He's back on Coruscant early."

You dropped your jaw, looking at her like she'd done something unbearable. You raised your hands up and pretended to crush something in them, your face doing a good enough job of conveying to her your emotions without words, although you still had quite some words to say.

"I can't believe you called him," you stressed, being overly dramatic in your hand motions as you continued. "I'm going to be punished for the rest of my life! I'll never become a knight! I'll probably never see the light of tomorrow!"

"Oh, calm down, he wasn't mad," she explained her face was as dull as could be, and Anakin was watching from behind her in pure amusement. He knew he shouldn't be laughing, but the scene you were causing on this side of the bar was definitely cheering him up from the events of today.

"You don't know what Obi-Wan looks like when he's mad," you told her, but she was right. When she called him, he had shown no signs of hostility, or even anger at your situation.

"Maybe not, but I know what he looks like when he's concerned."

You shut up for a moment, some of the alcohol beginning to take effect, not so much in slurring your speech, or slowing your reaction time, but in making your thoughts spin around in your head like a blender.

"He'll be here any minute, and I don't think you want to be here when he shows," she turned to Anakin, handing her the ignition pod for the speeder you all took here. "Go out and wait for me, and don't even think about flying."

He dropped his shoulders, realizing the fun of the evening was coming to an end. He understood she was being wise in making sure you were delivered into the hands of Obi-Wan safely, but he didn't understand why he had to leave. Oh, yes, he did. Obi-Wan wouldn't yell at you in public, but he'd never had to twice about giving Anakin an earful when he did something stupid.

Now that he knew of Obi-Wan's feelings for you, he knew that it would enrage his old master to know that Anakin took you out drinking, even though it was your idea.

"Would you like to enlighten me on the real reason Anakin suggested we come here?" she had a mothering tone, almost. It was funny, your lack of mother figure caused you to see it in even your closest of friends, heck, even Ahsoka, who stood several years younger than you could remind you of a mom sometimes.

"I would not," you said, your head becoming a little lighter as your eyes began to see the lights in the room a little differently. You mind was becoming fuzzy, but not blurred. You weren't drunk, but you were still quite far from sober.

"Are you doing this out of spite?" She was guessing now, seeing if she could get anything out of you. For her sake of sleeping tonight, she wanted to know this wasn't an actual issue. "Look, I know how you feel about him, but this isn't going to get his attention in a good way."

"That's not why I'm doing it," you said, finally turning to look at her and give her the real reason why you were here, why she was here, and why Anakin had been here. "I need him to see that I'm old enough to make my own decisions. I want him to trust me to make them myself and not hover over my shoulder to keep watch."

"He does trust you to make you own decisions, but it disappoints him when you make bad ones."

You understood what she was saying but didn't want to take it into consideration. You knew Obi-Wan was probably going to give you a lecture this evening on the dangers of your behavior, it was inevitable.

"This is a bad decision then, hmm?" you weren't mad at her, but your intoxicated mind was not able to filter the tone in which the words were spoken. It came out harsher than you had intended.

"It was a decision you made without thinking, which is another reason why he's disappointed. He loves you more than you know, and he only wants what's best for you."

You scoffed, beginning to sip the water that Padme had set in front of you, trying to help sober your mind a bit more. Not that you were all too affected to begin with.

"He doesn't love me, he can't," you knew what she meant, but the lines of love in your mind had been running an awful close stretch lately, and you wanted to bring it up just so you could tell her how much you hated yourself for it. "He can never be with me the way I want him to be."

"If I've learned anything from Obi-Wan, it's that only a Sith deals in absolutes. Just look at Anakin and I... How can you be so sure he'll never consider it?" She made a valiant point there, but you had something she did not yet know about.

"Why don't you ask your dear friend Satine Kryze?" You looked back ahead of you, clenching your jaw after that name left your lips. They tasted bad, the words that were her name. You didn't like letting them loose from your mouth.

"The duchess?" She asked confused. She furrowed her brows, shaking her head as if what you said was crazy. Maybe you were really drunk.

"Mhm, from what I understand, she and my Master have some complicated history."

Oh, she thought. You were jealous and having learned about the man your affections lied with having perhaps a past relationship with a woman who has since made her way back into his life, you weren't handling it well.

"Were they-?"

"Yep." you said shortly, the word cutting off any chances of her finishing that sentence. You hated that it was reality. You wished she didn't exist. You wished Satine Kryze had never been born, or better yet, you wished that her assassination attempts had been successful. You wished you hadn't helped Obi-Wan save her.... but you always helped him, no matter the cost.

"I'm sorry," she said, finally understanding what this whole entire escapade was about. The jealousy, the need for independence, the craving of something to intoxicate your mind. It all made sense, now. She was regretting calling Obi-Wan, but perhaps the best thing for you would be to talk it out.

"Yeah, me too."

It was then, you sensed a familiar presence enter the doorway, and upon seeing you look over, Padme mimicked your actions and her eyeline met with Obi-Wan, who indeed, was not angry. He wore a look of concern and fear on his face and making eye contact with you seemed to dull that if only a little.

The ride back to the temple was completely silent, as you sensed he thought you were drunk, and not coherent enough to listen to his words deeply enough if he spoke to you. You could have easily mended that, asking him about his mission, but you were far too focused on avoiding getting reprimanded.

He didn't say anything to you until he got you home, into the main room of your apartment. He stripped you of your cloak, hanging it by the doorway and watching you take a seat on the couch. It was only then he realized you were sober enough to understand what you'd done, and you were readying yourself to speak with him about it.

He didn't even know how to start; how should he start? In all the years he'd trained you, you'd never done anything truly bad or disobedient to the rules. You and Anakin were plenty mischievous, but you weren't bad. You were his beam of light, that could do no wrong. The one who made him feel like maybe hope was more existent in what seemed like an endless war. You were the optimist, the encourager, and as he always said, you were the light incarnate.

"Little one," he sat down across from you and sensed your guilt. It was only now that he felt it in rippling waves, and he figured it was because only now, when you were home and, in his presence, that you really thought about your actions. "I know that you're not one to act so impulsively like this. Something is bothering you, and I can't help you unless you tell me what it is."

"You can't help me with this, master."

His heart cracked a little at hearing the formal term you'd used with him. You were shutting up all your walls, making it impossible for him to even find a trace of evidence as to what could possibly be driving you towards these actions.

He moved from his seat to kneel in front of you, lifting your head so that your eyes were visible. They were filled with unshed tears, but you would not let them fall. You'd cried in front of him countless times before, but now you held them back, trying to avoid any signs of weakness. He'd already seen many, though. He didn't care; he wanted to help you, to make all your problems go away. You loved him for it. For many reasons among that, of which you were too tired to name.

"Let me try," he was looking at you with something you hadn't seen in his eyes before. He seemed to be concerned, but more than that, he seemed angry. Not at you, but at whatever was making you feel this way. "Please."

And then the tears were coming, pouring out in droves that you could not control even if you wished you could. It hurt so badly to think the man before you were the reason for these tears, because he had done nothing but be kind and good to you for all the days of your life. It was only because of your stupid feelings that he made you cry. If only he knew.

"Hold me," you whispered, closing your eyes and waiting for a response. He instantly came to your side and clung to you, whatever you needed. He pulled you into his chest, and tightly tucked you in his embrace. He wouldn't be letting go anytime soon, and he was just fine with it. "I'm sorry."

He wanted to say not to apologize, that it was okay, and you were going to be alright, but he wasn't actually sure of any of those things. He couldn't be. You were going through something horrible, and refused to tell him what it was, so how could everything be, okay?

"I know it seems like you have to go through this alone, but you don't. Whatever it is, tell me, I promise you I will do my best to fix it."

You didn't want him to keep fixing things for you. He did it because he loved you, but you didn't know that. You thought he did it because he didn't trust you to do it yourself. The thing in question, though, of which needed fixing, he couldn't truly fix if he wanted to. You had no idea why he did the things he did. You didn't know it was because he would move mountains and earth to make you happy. You only knew that your master cared for you far beyond what anyone else in the galaxy possibly could.

"I can't be fixed," you told him through your tears.

Love me, that's all I ask for. Then everything will be fixed. Then everything will be okay.

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katsuki069 · 7 months

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ESA Werewolf Bakugou

This is my first actual post so forgive me if it sucks. This was not proofread.

Summary- reader has bad anxiety and was recommended to get an emotional support, but they ended up with a werewolf instead.

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You had anxiety, to say the least. It was terrible, and paired with your PTSD? God was it a nightmare! The constant flinching and jumping at the slightest of noises was becoming hazardous. Your life was chaotic and you wanted to fix it, so you went to the doctor in hopes of getting medications. Instead, you ended up having to get a support animal. And without getting any meds, you had no other choice but to do as you were told. So without argument you went to the center they recommended to you and entered.

Upon entering you looked around, noticing a calm and peaceful aura about the place. “Hello.” a receptionist said, making you jump back with a gasp. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She apologized. “I-It’s fine.” you say with a stutter. You walk towards her and set down your papers of referral, “I was told to come here to get a support animal.” you say, just like you had practiced in the car, multiple times, before entering. She looks at the papers and nods, “Alrighty then, lets get you back into a room and introduce you to a few. We can do the paperwork afterwards.” She smiles as she walks you back to a room with a chair. You sit and wait as she leaves to get the first dog.

Upon her return you saw another man behind her. You were confused for a moment before you looked closer, they weren’t a man, they were a hybrid. “This is Jack,” she introduces as she motions to a german shepherd hybrid, “He’s 26 and was trained for emotional support.” you nod as you look up at him. He was tall and lean, with neatly trimmed fur and a straight face. You gave him a small wave and he nodded in return. They stayed and talked with you for a few minutes before leaving. The receptionist then returned, “So?” she asked. “I don’t think I would do well with him.” you reply. “Okay, that’s totally fine. I’ll go get someone else then.” she states as she leaves and soon returns with another hybrid.

The process continued for a few hours, your anxiety rising with each new face you met. After the 17th hybrid the receptionist came back alone. “We only have one other service animal here,” she says, “But normally he has to choose if he goes with you or not… he’s rather picky.” she explains. You nod your head, “O-okay, let’s try.” She leaves and returns moments later with a massive figure behind her. You tremble slightly in your seat just at the sight of him. “This is Bakugou, he’s actually not a hybrid,” She says as she holds the door open for him to enter. He was so tall, he had to duck to even get through the door. “He’s a purebred werewolf.” she finishes. Honestly, you could’ve guessed that just from his hulking size but it was clear once you saw his carmine eyes. His stare was intense yet soft as he looked at your small form. You were about to attempt to say ‘Hello’ before he strode across the room towards you, None of the others had approached you, so this was surprising to you and it made your anxiety spike. He sat on the floor beside you and placed a massive paw on your thigh. You flinched at his contact, making him look at you with a concerned gaze. He looks back to the receptionist and says, “Her, I’ll go with her.”

She has a shocked expression with wide eyes, “Really?” she questions, and he nods in return before turning back to you and laying his head down on your legs. He could smell you, and he knew you were practically terrified. He knew you had issues just like all the others that had tried and failed to acquire him as a support. But you were different somehow, your scent had an undertone of what seemed like a permanent fear. You look down at him, still fearful, but the pressure he had on your legs was… Comforting? He looked up at you slightly before applying more weight, noticing how your trembling had stopped. “I'll go get the paperwork.” the receptionist says then leaves, making you flinch. Bakugou glares at the door where she left before returning his attention to you.

Time flew by as Bakugou kept you calm, or as calm as you could get, while you did the paperwork. Within the hour the two of you were out of the center and in your car heading back to your apartment. He sat in the passenger seat, hunched over due to his size. You made your way across town and parked at your apartment building. He looked out the window before exiting your rather small car, looking back at you when you didn’t exit with him. He stalked around the car to your door and opened it for you. You flinched and whipped your head to the side, looking at him timidly as your body was stiff. He kneeled down to your level and unbuckled you. “C’mon, let’s get you inside.” He says, his gruff voice shaking you from your stupor. You slowly got out of the car and locked it once he closed the door behind you. “S-sorry.” you apologize as you began to walk to your door. “For what?” he asks, confusion in his tone. “Well. my anxiety is really bad and-” “I know.” he cuts you off, “I read your file before I went to go meet you.” he clarifies before you could even ask how he knew. You unlock your door and let him enter first before following behind and closing the door again. You give him a small tour of the house, speaking very little as you showed him each room. He could smell you throughout the house, the scent of fear and panic ever present.

Finally you got to the last room and opened the door, “This is your room.” You say. He leans in and sniffs the air, “No.” is all he says before walking away. You look at him perplexed, “No?” you ask. “I won’t stay in there, your scent is faint, so you don’t frequent the area often.” he begins and you watch him head towards your room. “For me to do my job I need to be near you constantly, to help and assist you. So I’ll be staying in your room.” He finishes. “A-alright.” you comply as you follow him into your room. He sits on the floor and looks at you, “Sit.” he says, tone demanding. You obey and sit on your bed before him, brows scrunched in mild concern. He leans forward and lays his head on your lap once more, almost immediately calming you with the comforting pressure. “Y-you can come on the bed if you want.” you offer, voice low. He nods and wordlessly crawls onto the bed behind you. You were about to turn to look at him before you felt him pull you into his lap. Not expecting him to do such a thing you panicked and gasped as your body grew rigid. “Shhh-” he shushes you in a soothing tone as he holds you close to his body. Enveloping you with his massive frame and applying a constant pressure to calm you. You look up at him, “Bakugou?” You ask, silently asking what he was doing. “Call me Katsuki.” he says. You nod as you slowly relax into him, his soft fur brushing against your cheek with every powerful breath he breathes. He looked down at you with a soft grin, “Better?” he asks, to which you nod. You couldn’t explain it but he made you feel calm, he made you feel safe. You knew you could trust him with your health and your life. “Good.” he says as he rests his head atop yours, “Get some rest, I can tell you’re tired.” you hum in understanding as you close your eyes, letting him take care of you.

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ That's all I got for now but lemme know if I should do a part 2 or some headcannons ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

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observeowl · 1 year

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Fever N.R

Natasha Romanoff x daughter!Reader

Summary: Natasha woke up to find R sick

Natasha POV It was 8.30 in the morning and I was surprised to hear silence, nothing in fact. By this time, Y/N would have been whining for me to pick her up and have breakfast with the team. She may be three going to four but she sleeps with me in the same room on her bed.

I turned over to see her blanket and pillows tossed to a side, very typical of her. What’s not typical in such a morning was how quiet and hot she was when I picked her up. Pushing away her hairs that were stuck to her forehead, I could feel that she was running a fever.

“Baby… wake up…” I cooed, trying to catch her attention before I suddenly placed her in the water to cool her down. She stirred slightly but still not waking up. I tried again as I made my way towards the bathroom hoping that the movement and light was going to wake her up.

Finally she opened her eyes when the tub was filled halfway.

“Are you finally awake, baby?” I bounced her on my lap as I began to peel the clothes off her.

“I feel yucky…” Y/N looked and played with her hands as she leaned on me.

“I know I know. Let’s take a bath, yeah?” I turned off the tap and placed her in the tub along with a few toys she normally plays with while having one.

I was getting very worried seeing her with no energy. This wasn’t the first time she fell sick but it was the first time she really felt as if she had no energy. I could see it in her eyes that struggled to stay awake as she tried to stay entertained with the ducks in the water. I scrubbed her body down, hoping that this would pass quickly.

Even during breakfast, it was very hard to get Y/N to eat something. I tried offering her some soup but she refused to have it. Even Wanda’s efforts were useless when it was her turn to try. Usually when all else fails, Wanda was able to persuade her but Y/N wasn’t even opening her mouth this time. I knew this was a lot more serious than it looks so I brought her to see Bruce immediately, I wouldn’t want to have something drastic happening because I delayed her treatment.

“Bruce, she’s refusing to eat anything and she’s having a fever.” I went into his lab hoping he was able to help. He turned around and dropped his tools he was using, and guided us to the empty bed at the side.

After taking Y/N’s temperature, he took her blood and fluid for more testing. It was really hard to keep her still when Bruce had to inject her not once but twice. Her cries broke my heart when I had to hold her down as she struggled when Bruce came close with the needle. Her face was filled with her tears as she clearly stated her displeasure and reluctance.

Finally when Bruce was done, all that was left was her hiccups and sniffles as she hugged me. I kept her close to me and laid down on the bed with her so she could relax a bit. “Do you want your teddy?” I asked her softly. We came down from breakfast and didn’t have any chance to grab her toy and I can predict we were going to be staying here for some time.

Y/N nodded her head and I carried her back up to our room where her teddy laid on her messy bed. I didn’t have the time to make her bed today and it’s likely it’s going to remain like this for a while. “Teddy.” Y/N said as I bent down and gave it to her to hug. I still remembered the day I bought it for her after going for my second ultrasound.

Bruce and I converge in the lab at the same time, saying he has some news for me. Once I placed sleeping Y/N on the bed, I stepped out once again to hear what Bruce had to say.

“It seems that Y/N caught a very bad case of cold because her white blood cells level is quite high as they are trying to fight the infection. I can only help by giving her antibiotics and wait for the fever to go down.” I nodded my head and went back in.

Bruce brought the sticky fever pad for Y/N. I pasted it on her forehead and she whined when it came into contact with her skin. “It’s just going to be cold for a while.” I said while stroking my hands up and down her arm to bring her attention away from the cold.

“Nat.” I turned around and Bruce brought in the IV drip that was required for the antibiotics. My heart dropped knowing Y/N would cry again. I sat her up and placed her on my lap as Bruce got the needle ready. We decided that it would be better to do it unannounced.

Once the needle entered the back of Y/N’s palm, her eyes shot open and started crying again. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” I said as I kept her arms down and body from moving too much. Bruce had put a type of needle that doesn’t require multiple injections as it was unclear how long Y/N was going to need it. Since Y/N was still a kid, Bruce had to tape around it to make sure it was sturdy and didn’t break. There were so many tapes that Y/N couldn’t even bend her hand.

She giggled a bit and placed her hand in front of her. “Iron man!” It was nice to finally see her laughing a bit. She placed her hand in front of me and ‘blasted’ at me. I acted as if I was hit and fell back in bed. “Nooo mama.”

“Ahhh.” I bolted up and started tickling her. Her laughter filled the room until she landed in a coughing fit. I immediately stopped and patted her back until she calmed down.

We rested for a while and eventually it was time for lunch. Knowing that Y/N still didn’t have much of an appetite, just bought a jelly for her to have a couple bites. The sweet coolness was what she was hoping that would entice Y/N to eat, seeing she didn’t touch breakfast at all.

“Please…?” I had to beg Y/N to eat and she wouldn’t take more than a couple of bites. Each bite stayed in her mouth for longer than I’d like but if she’s eating, I can’t be complaining.

“Wanda, can you stay with Y/N for a while?” I sighed as I passed Y/N over to her. She whined at the loss of contact but I kissed her forehead and reassured her that I will be back quickly.

I went back down to the kitchen where Tony was also waiting for his coffee to be refilled. “Why the sudden use of milk powder?” He asked when he saw me scooping out a few spoonfuls of milk powder as I waited for the water to boil.

“Y/N is sick and she’s refusing to eat anything.” I simply said as I poured the hot water in before the cold and shook it making sure it was well mixed.

“Aww the walking battery is sick? No wonder it’s so quiet around here.”

I ignored him and made sure the milk was the right temperature before bringing it up to her.

“Come on, baby. You didn’t eat much. You have to at least drink.” I tried explaining to her and she reluctantly drank her milk from the bottle as I held it for her.

I don’t know why she has been sick so often. Is it common for a kid to be sick so frequently or was it because of me? Perhaps I didn’t raise her well enough so she’s not as healthy as others. Maybe something went wrong when I was pregnant with her.

Slowly I didn’t feel any movement from Y/N and I saw that she was asleep already. I gently put her to bed and placed her teddy close to her. “Nat, don’t doubt yourself. You’re doing great. Each child is just different.” I honestly had forgotten that Wanda was still in the lab with us. I had been so focused on Y/N that I didn’t notice her presence. “The fact that you didn’t notice I was here means that you were giving your all.”

“Thanks but please don’t read my mind.”

“Sorry, I’ll clean that up for you.” I thanked her as I passed her the bottle.

I got comfortable with Y/N in my arms as I gently patted her as she slept. I managed to get a few wink of sleep until I felt a sudden wet substance on my body. I looked down and Y/N didn’t manage to keep the jelly and milk down.

“Ohh baby…” Y/N coughed slightly after she was done and I told FRIDAY to inform Bruce that there was cleaning going to be needed here. I quickly brought Y/N up to our room and cleaned both of us up before changing myself into a fresh set of clothes.

When I got out of the washroom, Bruce was already waiting by the bed. “I figured she would feel more comfortable here.”

“Thanks.” I appreciated his thoughtfulness. He checked her temperature and it still hasn’t gone down.

“We’ll see how her fever goes at night, I’ll come and check. If it still doesn’t go down, we’ll have to try other things.” Bruce reluctantly shares.

I thanked Bruce and took this time to shower knowing when Y/N woke up, there wouldn’t be anytime to rest. When I was done, Y/N was still sleeping with one arm around her teddy. After making sure there were enough pillows around her so she wouldn’t fall off, I went down to finally have my lunch.

I let out a yawn as I made my way there. Opting for a simple sandwich, I went to the kitchen and spread the peanut butter on the bread before placing it between my mouth and heading back up again.

“Busy day, Nat?” I turned to see Steve coming out from the meeting room in his suit.

I nodded before saying. “Y/N got sick.”

“I hope she gets better soon.” I nodded as I headed up, feeling the need for a nap soon. Y/N was still sleeping so I took the place next to her and slowly drifted to sleep while holding my baby.

At night, her temperature dropped slightly but she was still refusing to eat and I didn’t give her milk knowing she wouldn’t be able to keep it down. Instead, we just put on Doraemon and watched the cartoon on the TV as we sat quietly on the bed. She kept scratching her right hand as the tape was itching and I had to pull her hand away multiple times to make sure the needle was in place.

Even Pietro came in before she went to sleep to cheer her up but she wasn’t smiling still and Pietro was always able to make her smile. Her eyes were only focusing on the teddy in her hand as she gently stroked its head. Seeing my baby feeling so dejected, makes me heartbroken.

“Get well soon mini Romanoff.”

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The next morning my heart sank once again when her temperature went up. I thought we had finally passed the hard part but it seemed there was another mountain to overcome. Feeling that being cooped up in the room isn’t the best, I brought her and the IV drip out to the backyard to enjoy some fresh air.

“Fresh air is nice, but I think it’s time for some nebuliser.” Bruce said as he stood by the door. I looked towards my daughter who was sleeping in my arms with her mouth apart before going back up to our room.

“Look, you got a new teddy.” Bruce excitedly showed it to her. The nebuliser was placed inside the toy with the tube sticking out slightly so the mist could come out. Thankfully, Y/N reached out and hugged it, allowing it to be close to her face and nose where she could breath in the medicine even if she was sleeping.

“She’s going to get better, Nat.” Bruce reassured me. I gave him a small smile before looking back at my baby again. At least she doesn’t seem to be in pain.

Around lunch time when Wanda came to bring my lunch up, not wanting me to just have a sandwich for lunch again when Y/N finally spoke up. “Mama.” She got my attention immediately. I looked at her and stroked her cheeks to let her know she got my attention. “I want milk.”

I jumped out of bed and rushed like a mad woman trying to get milk while leaving her with Wanda. This was the first time she got any appetite and I would give her anything she wanted to eat.

Within minutes, I was back with her bottle in my hands and she stretched for them. Delighted that she finally has some energy, I passed her the bottle, which she drank slowly. We ate our lunch together while Wanda started a conversation.

“You’re doing great. Stop doubting yourself.” It was nice to hear some reassurance when it has always been given to Y/N these two days. “Staying by her side is all you can do while she does her best to recuperate.”

“And you should count yourself lucky that she isn’t much of a wailer.” She joked, relieving some tension at the end.

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Y/N was definitely getting better, having more energy instead of sleeping all day. She still has her IV drip which she wasn’t too happy about but the rest try to take her mind off it.

“Hey, guess who’s here?” I asked Y/N, while pointing towards the door. She looked towards the door and a figure popped out.

“Uncle Clint!”

“That’s right! It’s me. I heard a little someone is sick. So I came bearing a gift.” He showed a bright yellow box in front of him. I don’t know what has gotten into Y/N these days but she was really into cars. Ambulance, police car, cement truck, bus, anything that has four wheels, she was interested.

Immediately ripping the box apart, she took out the school bus that was in it, and rolled it on the couch we were sitting on. I placed her on the floor so it was much easier for her to play.

“You didn’t have to come.” I said as Clint took to his seat.

“How could I not when my cute little niece was sick?”

Time passed faster than when there were more sounds of laughter filling the room and I felt Y/N’s little hands patting my leg. “Mama, I want nuggies.” I instantly sat up but Clint’s hand stopped me from proceeding further.

“I can handle that.” I gave him my thanks and he went to the kitchen.

“Do you want to walk around while Clint helps you get your nuggies?” Y/N just raised her arms and I sighed giving her a look before picking her up to my hips. “So it’s me who’s going to walk and you going for a free ride?” She started giggling and I kissed her cheeks.

These two days made me realise how much help and support I have from this family. It really takes a village to raise a child. She’s my daughter and I’ll do anything for her. Let’s just hope her fever goes down and she feels better so I’ll have an easier day moving forward.

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tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors · 1 year

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Symbiotic Mutualism

Mutualism; a relationship between two different kinds of organisms that benefits both.

Pairing: platonic moceit

Word count: 896

Warnings: a pushy failed blind date, but nothing happens

Notes: part of my MPD verse

for @lighthouseinagardenofstars

thank you to @teacupfulofstarshine for beta reading

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“I will give you four dollars and a really good croissant if you let me hide in here.”

Devin blinked in confusion at the cherubic, wind-flushed hobbit who’d just entered his store, who was currently glancing nervously over his shoulder and looking like he was on the run from a pack of wolves.

Making a split second decision, he gestured firmly for the hobbit to come behind the counter (he didn’t think he had time to explain the curse, so talking wasn’t going to be helpful at the moment), earning a relieved smile. The hobbit darted behind Devin, who turned back to the dried and powdered flowers display next to the register, looking surreptitiously out of the corner of his eyes at the door.

A man walked past, looking searchingly around him, even going so far as to cup his hands to the glass front windows and scowl inside. He didn’t see Devin’s hidden charge, visibly slumping in frustration, and huffed out what was most likely an inaudible curse word before stalking further down the street.

“Ex?” he said, not looking up (just in case the searcher suddenly came back).

“Blind date,” said the hobbit.

“That bad?”

“Worse.”

“Condolences.”

“Is he gone?”

“I’m surely going to have an easy time answering that before you’ve looked at my curse bracelet.”

The hobbit visitor simply appeared next to him in that startling way hobbits often did, as if he’d materialized from nothing. He peered around Devin’s shoulder, and Devin helpfully raised his wrist so the bracelet could be read.

“Okay, I’m up to date!”

“In that case, no, he’s right outside the door.”

The hobbit giggled, before offering a hand for a shake.

“Thanks so much!” he said cheerfully. “I’m Patton. What’s your name?”

“It’s not Devin. And I’m certainly not at all curious as to what your blind date could have done to make himself so distasteful you hid from him that quickly.”

“The date was actually last night,” said Patton. “And it wasn’t that bad, we just didn’t hit it off, and I said so in the text I sent him after. But he showed up to my work today and bothered me through my whole shift, and then he tried to follow me home after I got off.”

“Totally not completely terrifying.”

“I know right?” said Patton. “He’s lucky my brother wasn’t working today, Virgil might have literally stabbed him.”

“Doesn’t sound like my kind of solution.”

“Thank you so much for letting me hide!” said Patton, pulling out a lunch box from seemingly nowhere.

“It was very troubling,” said Devin, waving a hand dismissively.

“Here’s your croissant!”

“I want it,” said Devin. “It was a huge inconvenience to let you duck behind my counter for three minutes. I’ll be taking your lunch.”

“I have two!” Patton chirped, holding out the napkin-wrapped croissant insistently. Devin was surprised – normally the longer he spoke, the more trouble people had parsing what he was trying to say, but Patton didn’t seem confused or put out by having to decipher it. He hadn’t even mentioned Devin’s curse since he read the bracelet.

“Fine,” said Devin, taking the pastry and nibbling on the corner. “... Unholy shit.”

“I know, right?” said Patton smugly. “Me and my brother are so good.”

“You didn’t make this,” said Devin incredulously.

“Sure did! Apothecafe, down the street, it’s me and my brother’s coffee shop and bakery. Patton Cottonwood, at your service.”

“I’ve had a chance to try it out.”

“Well, that won’t do!” exclaimed Patton. “All my friends get half off treats!”

“Oh, really?” laughed Devin’s, “Is this how you normally make friends?”

“Oh definitely not, normally I’m the one doing the rescuing,” said Patton, in a very over-the-top way and a twinkle in his eye that made Devin think he was being sarcastic in a strangely saccharine way. “I’m a regular superhero, just look at me. Can’t you tell?”

Devin looked him up and down, all four-feet-something of him, springy brown curls and golden skin with pink-apple cheeks and a smile like a storybook character.

“Oh, definitely,” he deadpanned.

Patton let out a trill of a giggle.

“Gimme your phone,” he said, shaking his hand insistently. “I’ll put my number in and you can text me when you’re coming into the bakery! I’ll be sure to find something you like on the menu.”

“You’re not at all presumptuous you know,” said Devin, even as he did capitulate by unlocking and handing over his phone.

“I’ve been told I make friends like a steamroller!”

“An inaccurate comparison.”

Patton handed Devin’s phone back and trotted toward the door.

“I gotta head home, chores to do, but text me!” said Patton. “Treats! Half off! I am not above bribing you to be my friend!”

“You’re not very strange, Patton Cottonwood.”

“You’re stuck with me now so you better get used to iiiiit!” sing-songed Patton, darting out the door with a jingle of the bell and half-jogging down the street in the direction he’d come from.

“What a normal little creature,” Devin muttered to himself.

He glanced down at the contact in his phone.

‘Your New Best Friend Patton.’

Rolling his eyes, Devin changed it and texted a screenshot to him, getting a long string of laughter emojis in response.

‘Patton (Nuisance)’

Patton replied with another screenshot, and Devin couldn’t help but laugh.

‘Snake Boi 🐍’

#platonic moceit #mpd devin #mpd patton

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 5

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout

Warning: Cursing, The universe strikes again, Luck so bad...it's good?, Jason does good

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

I'm back with part 5! So, I was trying really hard to close this on part 5 and keep to my plan. However, no matter what I did I just couldn't get it to tie up nicely and that just led to a plethora of other ideas coming in. So...I don't have a clue how long this is going to be anymore. (^_^;)

If you're new to the story, here is a link to the other parts:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

PLEASE READ WARNING ALWAYS.

Of fucking course, Jason stared at the building in front of him. He had followed Dick's advice and managed to find her IP address. From there it was a simple tracing, converting to GPS coordinates, and following directions. There was no way this plan would fail. And yet, here I am…again, at the intersection of "what the hell" and "you've got to be kidding me". He squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe if he closed them hard and long enough, his surroundings would change, and magically he would not be standing here. Where was here exactly? Here was a small, dated strip mall that had brown brick with chipped and weathered awnings and pillars. Here was a bowling alley that looked like it was closed down and an old dry cleaner's. Here was a vacant parking lot aside from his motorcycle and a few cars. His golden ticket, the IP address, led him to a shabby looking gamer's lounge in the middle of what looked to be a dying strip mall, if not dead already.

How, how is it so hard to find this chick?! I just want to pay her for the bill! Why is it so fucking hard to do something nice ?! He glared up at the poorly working lit up sign, hearing the buzz of a dying bulb. All sense of accomplishment crashed and burned to the ground the moment he parked. Ruffling his hair, he ducked his head and let out a heavy sigh. His frustration was at an all-time high in ways he never thought possible for him. Normally, he would be able to quickly release this pent-up feeling through the cathartic action of smashing some goons face in or squeezing the information out of someone who was scared out of his mind and in over his head. Normally, Jason did not have to deal with this heavy feeling for too long. However, it was noon, and he was out in Gotham not as Red Hood but as Jason Todd.

What was the point in all this? It was increasingly clear that the universe was doing its very best to keep him from finding her and paying his dues. They met, they happened to be online gaming buddies, and that was all there was to it. He should throw in the towel and move on. Why should he care so much about this? She was not searching for him. He was the one going out of his way to find her. Yeah, I shouldn't care. This is bullshit. I didn't ask to be taken to some hotel. He was aware he insisted she let him walk her back home that night. Plus, she clearly doesn't give a crap. He glared at his leather jacket that she had taken the time to hook onto the chair that night. He also recalled how she tried to get him to stop screaming with his hangover. "She cares about the wrong things, there's something screwy in her brain."

It was moments like these that made him want to quit. Throw his hands up in the air like he just did not care in his usual cavalier fashion. Who was she to him to warrant such dedication to repayment? What leverage did she have over him? Nothing and none. She was some stranger he tried to help, and he had done just that. A very attractive stranger who was pretty mouthy and fresh with him, who happened to be his online gaming buddy. Who, he was not keen being left to foot a hefty bill because he wanted coffee in the morning.

"Dammit, just you wait, I'll find you and give you that money IAmBatman!" He shouted into the parking lot, his chest puffed with renewed motivation. I've officially gone insane, I'm shouting Batman in broad daylight in an empty parking lot. Pushing his momentary lose of reason aside, Jason surveyed the surroundimg area once more. There was a newer and larger shopping center next door with a filled lot, a few nice restaurants in the area, and the famous coffee chain Barbara and Richard like so much and Damien kept insisting he deserved espresso from.

She complains about customers, so she's definitely in the service industry. This place looks like it's upscaling quite a bit, it isn't hard to see the type of clientele she talks about being here. But where? She works multiple shifts and possibly multiple jobs. The building has CCTV cameras, but who knows what the quality is like. " Fuck, if I knew this was a gaming lounge I would've stopped by in the evening!" He kicked an unsuspecting rock and sent it flying into the parking lot, he was back at square one.

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Y/N loudly sneezed for the third time in a row, and Citlalli quickly handed her a tissue. "Damn, are you sure you aren't getting sick? I told you before, I'll say it again, my ass ain't cheap. If you're expecting me to go swinging on a pole, estás loca! Do you think I'll just settle for anyone. The president himself couldn't afford me!" She pointed her nose up to the sky and flipped her hair over her hair shoulder.

"I'm not sick, it's just a sneeze!" Y/N rolled her eyes and wiped her mouth. "There's probably a lot of dust or some shit."

"You said that last time as well. You know, maybe your fancy date is thinking about you? Don't they say one is saying something good about you, two is someone is taking shit, three of someone in love with you, and four is a calamity?"

"Yeah, where were those four sneezes when I met wonder boy? 4k sounds like a pretty big calamity to me." Y/N scowled.

"Don't look at me, you're the one who didn't sneeze!" Citlalli put her hands in the air. "Take it up with your nose!" She turned and started to clean the espresso machine, wiping down everything.

"Right, because the sneeze manager decided to snooze on me. I'll be sure to file my complaints through the proper channels."

"Don't you get smart with me! If you aren't sick, get to wiping the tables, it's your turn this time!"

"Y'know, now that you mention it," Y/N cleared out her throat and forced a slight rasp on her voice, earning a glare from Citlalli who threw the damp table rag at her.

"Tables. Now." Citlalli pointed to the front of the café. "Don't make me come over there," She warned, and Y/N laughed.

"Or what, you'll throw your shoe at me? You can't, you're wearing laced up sneakers today!" Y/N pointed down in triumph, which only angered her best friend.

"You think I won't untie, then to throw 'em?"

"You'll get fired if you do." Citlalli took a step forward, and Y/N quickly ducked under the counter gate and popped up on the other side. "Alright, alright, I'm going! No need to be so violent, just stating facts. Pass me the spray, and I’ll get out of your hair.”

“Those tables better be spotless, ya hear me? I wanna be able to see my reflection on those tables!”’ Citlalli firmly placed the plastic bottle on the counter top, making sure she made eye contact with her friend. “If they don’t shine, I’m making you do it all over again!”

“Excuse you, what did I ever do to you get the rough treatment?”

“Come home with a bill that’s worth more than two of us combined! I told you, I’m no-”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not doing tricks! Keep that up, and I might start to think you actually want to from how often you’re bringing it up!” Y/N turned and made her way to the first table. She could feel Citlalli glaring a hole in the back of her head. With a bit of elbow grease, she began to scrub the surface in circles to clear away the residue of the last customer. It was slow progress, but she was making progress towards her paying off the large bill that weighed over head. It’s a miracle the manager agreed to my payment plan option instead of demanding it all in one go. I guess they realized I’m not lying about not knowing, and I’m willing to cover the costs…though they didn’t give me a choice on that matter. I swear, if I ever see that jerk again, it’ll be too soon! Her eyebrows scrunched together as she scrubbed harder at a hard ring stain, imagining it was the handsome price tag who got her in this mess. “Life couldn’t get any better,” she muttered to herself as she sprayed the somewhat sticky surface.

The electronic chime of the front door being opened rang behind her followed by Cici’s chipper voice greeting the new customer. The heavy steps of the boots stopped and Y/N knew they were at the counter looking over the menu. The lengthy pause was clue enough for her to know they were new.

Not many newcomers here, but there are the occasional pop ins that are driving through. They’ll probably ask for Cici to help suggest something. She shrugged it off and moved to the next table, the chairs left scattered out. “Would it kill people to push in their chairs?” She muttered under her breath, slipping between two to get to the table first.

“Damn, I don’t know what half this shit is. Just a large coffee with some cream and sugar and whatever this is.” He had a deep voice that had a hint of rasp to it. The girls nearby were giggling at the sight of the rugged man, while Y/N was frozen in place. There was no way, right? There were plenty of guys with that kind of voice, and those girls could be giggling for other reasons. Maybe he’s dressed in a hot dog suit and had a bad cold? There’s no way he would be here, right?

There’s only one way to find out. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to continue wiping the table, slowly moving around while keeping her head down. Tugging the bill of her hat to cover her face more, she moved until she had a good view of him. Ok, ok, just a tall guy with broad shoulders wearing leather. That isn’t anything special. I’m overeating, she let out a sigh of relief and was about to get back to her cleaning when something caught her eyes. Something so very distinct that only he would have. The flash of white hair right at the front of his head. It was him.

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