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bunniesnuggie · 2 years

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~ Little Protector ~

cg!Eddie Munson x (gn)little!reader

summary: You take care of your daddy after he comes homes from being a hero

Eddie stumbled through the door with only one thing on his mind. His angel. The only reason he even did all this crazy stuff in the first place. Everything is for you. Where are you? Normally when you spend the night at Eddie's, if he’s not there for bedtime, you stay up - waiting. You aren’t in front of the small, square tv in the living room, where you usually are, watching cartoons. You aren’t in the in the kitchen either, he’s still on high alert and not being able to find you is sending him into a frenzy,

“Angel! Where are you?! I'm back!”

He’s running to his room at this point, not even bothering to check the bathroom or if his uncle is even there. When the bedroom door flies open he swears everything froze for a second. There you were propped up on his pillows, walkie in one hand and your stuffy in another. You have your favorite paci he made for you hanging out of your mouth and all the lights are on. Your coloring books are still laid out on his floor, you really tried to stay up. He carefully makes his way over to you, leaning down to kiss your forehead, pausing for a second to breathe in the smell of your shampoo. He lifts you into a more comfortable position and you stir in his arms, twisting your body to rub your face on his chest, through blurry, slightly crusty you eyes you squint at him,

“Dada?”

“Hi angel, shhh it’s ok go back to sleep.”

He tries to set you down but all you do is whine and tighten your arms around him. He shifts you so your legs are wrapped around his waist and you both just sit there holding each other, squeezing tighter ever so often. Your whole body is shaking, he can feel it. He knows you were scared, you didn’t want to stay behind but if anything happened to you, Eddie wouldn’t be able to live with himself. After a moment his own shoulder start to shake,

“Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I- I just didn’t want - you have to understand I did this to keep you safe. Whatever happened to Chrissy, cannot - will not happen to you. I had to make sure you would be safe here, angel. I’m so sorry I scared you,”

He was crying now, he’s supposed to be the one to comfort you, keep you safe and happy. And here he was crying to you and you were the one who was scared for your daddy. He feels like a joke, a horrid caregiver. Thinking you’d be better off with someone else as your daddy, but before he can even finish the thought, you are up and off his lap running to the corner of his room, for a second he’s worried he said something wrong, that you're running from him, he almost loses it. Until you grab his stuffed frog (named Phineas), your sippy filled with cold water, a few story books and your blankey. With your little arms full, you toddle over to his bed and set down the loot. Quickly flashing him a big smile and turing the big lights off and your little night light on,

“Here dada le me help chu,” you spoke from around you paci. You wrap your little blankey around him the best you can and set Phineas in his arms. You reach to hand him your sippy, which he great fully takes a sip from after kissing up your arms to tickle you. You giggle and squeal, just what he wanted, and set down the stories in front of him,

“Which story do you wan”

You were absolutely beaming, you were so excited to help daddy feel better like he does for you. And your daddy was never more sure that he'd die for you, you are such an amazing baby. So kind and caring, he doesn’t know what he did to deserve you. No one has ever made eddie feel so loved and cared for,

“You pick my angel, I know you’ll pick a good one”

You think for a moment before you got it, you jump up to run grab a new one your daddy wrote for you,

“Dis one!” you shouted running in, it’s a very recently written and very new saga of “The Adventures of Sir Edward the Noble Knight and His Precious Prince/ss (name that’s similar to yours)” my canon is that Eddie’s real name is Edmund btw this specific edition is about Sir Edward rescuing the royal cutie pie from monster under their bed. You plop next to him, but Eddie slips you over onto his lap and under the soft blanket. Before you start he gives you a small kiss to your nose and forehead,

“Once upon a time-“

You started, doing all the voices of the different characters, just like dada does. Making Eddie laugh as you attempted to sound like him, your normally sweet little baby voice deepened and distorted for comedic effect. Every now and then pausing to giggle at something that happens in the story or asking your daddy to help with big words. By the time you're nearing the end Eddie can feel your body start to sag and your voice start to drift off. He gently lays himself down almost flat and tries to coerce the book from your hands,

“Not done yet, Sir Edward still has to tuck in the prince/ss!” you lightly argued, you were trying to comfort him. What is he doing?

“Alright alright let’s finish, I'm sorry baby cakes. You are doing great!” you smile at that and finish up the story getting to your favorite part,

“And then Sir Edward laid the pretty prince/ss in their soft, fluffy bed. Tucked them into a little blankey burrito and placed a kiss on their forehead. The end!”

You closed the notebook and twisted around in eddie’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck,

“You're brave, jus like him dada. Make me feel safe, you my hero,” you told him with a slight wobble to your lip. If he didn’t feel his heart shattering before, it was now. You are really the best baby ever, he loves you so much. Before he can say anything back you’re speaking again,

“an’ I always keep you safe, fight off da bad guys wif you,” your words started to slur more as you slipped deeper, “I wuv you dada.” No matter how hard you fought it, sleep was taking over. With watery eyes, Eddie squeezed you so hard he had to stop himself, in fear of breaking you. He carefully laid you down, slipped your paci into your mouth and tucked you into him. no matter what was going on with him, he loved to take care of you too.

“I love you my sweet angel, so so much”

A/N: ok so this was my first time writing anything more than headcanons, and even that i’m new to

so be nice please 🫠

Also the scene when they are comforting him with a story is inspired by a fic on here that I read about little reader comforting Bucky Barnes after a nightmare. I will tag it if i can find it!!

Also I'm trying really hard to make this as inclusive as possible so if you see anything too descriptive, let me know!!! I write the reader as small/little to help with regressing, it’s not a description of the reader's body!!!

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allieisacrybaby · 5 months

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Loverboy

also, this turned into a fic it's 1.4k words.....hehe

warning: pure fluffy domestic morning sammy shenanigans, like one mild sex implcation but that's it. It's all fluff besides the one comment.

Freezing. It was freezing in your bedroom. Teeth chattering and nose cold, you shivered at the drop in temperature. Rolling over your face-to-face with a sound asleep Sammy wrapped in YOUR sherpa blankey, you huff in annoyance and poke his forehead.

“Sam.” Nothing.

“Sammy!” You whisper-yelled, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him. That did the trick. Furrowing his eyebrows, he peeps an eye open as he reaches an arm out, pulling you into his warm body.

“Wha-God, baby, why are you so cold?” Sam hissed when you put your frozen hands on his chest and your freezing toes against his shins.

“‘Cause somebody stole my blankey.” you huffed, tugging at the blanket around his shoulders.

“Oh…Sorry baby.” he whinces when he realizes he’d taken your favorite blanket in his slumber. Pulling it from his shoulders, he wraps it around your body, tucking it into your sides, pulling it over your head and up to your chin, successfully cocooning you in the blanket.

“Better?” he asks.

“Mmm, so much better. And it's all warm from your body heat. Thank you.” you whisper, nuzzling your face into the blanket's warmth.

“Come here.” Sam says, pulling you closer into his chest as he rests his chin on your head. You nuzzle further into his heat and preen as your body begins to warm back up.

“What time is it?” you ask, yawning.

“I don’t know, just go back to sleep, bug.” Sammy whispers.

“Ok.” you yawn one last time and drift back off.

* * *

This time, something wet and cold pressing into the side of your ear wakes you from your slumber.

“Aht, Rosie, No, over here. Come lay down next to Daddy.” Sammy whisper-yells at her, snapping his finger and pointing to the space by yours and his feet. Whining, the pity obeys and slinks into her spot, curling into a bun and resting her head on your feet. Opening your eyes, you smile at Sammy.

“How’s my little caterpillar doing?” Sammy chuckles, pulling the blanket he cocooned you in back over your head.

“Good and warm. Slept like a baby after you swaddled me like one.”

“I’m glad. I wouldn’t want my girl getting frostbite now.” Sammy smiles, moving a piece of hair from out of your face.

“You know who I feel like right now?” you giggle.

“Who?”

“Janet and Rita!” you say in a croaky old accent.

“Oh no. Please don't.” Sammy rolls his eyes, wincing.

“Here come the grannies!!” you quote in the croaked accent, wiggling your “witch” fingers at Sammy as you delve your finger into his sides.

“No, please!” He belly laughs as you tickle his tummy and sides. Sam grabs your arms and rolls atop you, pinning your arms to your sides and caging your body in between his legs, successfully stopping your tickle attack.

“You and that damn show!” Sam sighs, shaking his head at you playfully.

“Don’t lie to me and tell me you haven’t joined Rosie and I while we watched Bluey.” you tease, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Shut up.”

It’s the last thing he says before bending down and kissing your lips. You lean into his kiss and sigh out in content. Sammy’s kisses were always deep and sweet, but something about this kiss had a bit more fervor to it that had you chasing his lips as he pulled away.

“I love you.” he sighs, pressing his forehead into yours.

“I love you too, Sammy.” you whisper against his lips.

Woof!

“And you too, Miss Rosebud!” you giggle, craning your neck to look at Rose, who is now standing by the closed bedroom door.

“I guess we don’t have any time to play, huh?” Sam sighs into the crook of your neck.

“Not now. We must feed the baby.” you giggle, running a hand through his bed head.

“Later?” Sammy asks, pulling his face away from your neck.

“Later.” you promise, biting into your bottom lip.

Sammy smirks, sealing the deal with a kiss and popping up from the bed.

“Come on, Rose! Let’s go potty and eat!” he yells, clapping his hands together as he exits the bedroom with Rose.

* * *

You quickly wash your face, brush your teeth and hair, and slip into a comfy sweater and sweatpants before padding into the living room. Walking into the living room, you see Rosie eating by the back door and Sammy cooking at the stove, now wearing a soft blue sweater with his pajama pants. Walking over to him, you wrap your arms around his torso and rest your cheek against his back.

“Glad you could join us,” Sammy smiles, squeezing your arms that were wrapped around him.

“I didn’t pick a record because I thought you could do us the honor.”

“Oooooh the highest honor indeed! Thank you, bub. I’ll be right back.” you say, kissing his shoulder blade and padding over to the turn table.

Crouching down, you brush your finger across the spines of your shared vinyl collection. Landing on one in particular, you pull it from its place and unsheath the record from its protective sleeve. Placing the record down on the turntable, you pick up the needle and place it on a specific song. The sultry vocals of Jimi Hendrix’s “Have You Ever Been (to Electric Ladyland)” fills the quiet.

You dance back into the kitchen, where Sam has begun plating your breakfast.

“Ah, so it’s a Jimi kind of morning, I see,” Sammy smirked as you danced around the kitchen, swaying your hips to the music.

Finishing his plating, he grabs your plates and goes to the kitchen table, placing them in your respective spots.

Sam rejoins your little dance party, grabbing your waist with both hands and dancing with you as “Gypsy Eyes” begins to play.

“Well, I realized that I’ve been hypnotized! I love your gypsy eyes. I love your gypsy eyes.” Sam sings, spinning you around to face him.

As you shimmy and dance around the kitchen and living room, singing and dancing, the song starts to end.

“Ok, my little gypsy, let's eat.” Sammy chuckles, kissing your nose and patting your ass softly.

As you finish up your breakfast, so does the record.

“It’s your turn to pick a record now.” you smile as you pick up your plates and head into the kitchen to clean up. As you begin washing the dishes, you hear the sounds of “Love in Store” by Fleetwood Mac fill the house.

“Samuel Francis, I know you did not pick this for yourself.” you scold as he walks back into the kitchen.

“You’re right. I picked it for you. I know you love this album, and I wanted to keep the good vibes going.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head.

Finishing the dishes, you start shimmying again, but now to the sweet melody of “Gypsy.”

“I’m starting to sense a theme today.” you smile, waltzing into Sammy’s open arms.

“Mmm, I guess so.” he smiles, swaying the two of you back and forth.

How did you get so lucky? You smile to yourself as you stare into your lover's eyes.

She is dancing away from you now

You pull away from his arms and wiggle away, spinning around in Stevie-style circle with your hands stretched out wide. Sam just admires you in your element with the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. As you finish your little dance, your hair is tousled, your cheeks are flushed, and you stand there as you giggle and grin at him. Shaking his head playfully, he stalks over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist as your arms go around his neck.

“I love you so so much.” he smiles, eyes glimmering as he looks down at you.

“I love your spirit and your confidence. I love your smile and that you love music just as much as I do. I love waking up to your silly shenanigans every morning, and I love our little family. I love the life we’ve created and that I get to spend the rest of my days with you. I love you so much, bug,”

“I love you too, Sammy,” you smile, eyes watery and lips pouty. He leans in and kisses you passionately as the song fades out.

How did you get so lucky?

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marvelfanfics1 · 2 years

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Hi, I have a request for winterwidow💕

So I was thinking like is a day where Nat work to work and when reader woke up she wasn't there so it was only her a Bucky so she got a little teary eyed in the morning but Bucky understood because he missed her to, so though out the day she was sad/mopey but she had her happy moments but when it came time for a bottle/nap time she was not having it so when Bucky her in his arm trying to give her the bottle she was kicking him and crying, then she finally got out of his grip she ran to her room with her Blankey and stuffie in hand and cuddle up in the corner crying softly as she heard Bucky calling out for her and as he came in to her room he seen her in the corner and when he came in he still had the bottle and he sat down in the rocking chair knowing if he try to hold her she would freak so he is trying to convince her but she keep so no, so he ends up leaving and she falls asleep in the corner and when she wakes up again she hears Bucky talking and another person but can't make it out because she's to tired, so when at the end of the hall it's quiet but she wasn't look up at the time because she was rubbing her eyes but when she notices Bucky and Nat sitting next to each close and looking at her with disappointment then she gets nervous when Nat tell her to come here and stand in front of her and Nat tells her that what she did was wrong and she should and listened and can't any sweets for a three days ( or whatever you want is fine to) and she make y/n apologize to Bucky and he forgive her and she gives her a hug and a kiss and once thier doen Nat ask her why she didn't want a bottle and then y/n get shy and hides in Bucks neck and they both chuckle then she mumbles something but neither of them can make is our and bucky gentle and softly moves out from his neck and tells her then didn't hear her then she looks down and then glances at nats slightly exposed breast and whispers lowly boobies but Nat didn't hear but Bucky did and chuckled a little whispered what she wanted to Nat and Nat made her look at her and said she can't always get what she want and Said she has her milk in the freezer for she wants it, so then Nat ask if she wants some of course she said yes and then she got ready and started feed her as she did Bucky brushed y/n's baby hairs away and gently rubbed her cheek and she looked up at him.

Im so so so so sorry this is soo long

I hope you have a wonderful day💕✨

Can't always get what you want

(GIFs not mine)

Pairing: daddy!bucky x little!reader x mommy!Natasha

Warnings: Age Regression, tantrum, breastfeeding

A/n: don't worry for it being long! It helps me writing the fics when the requests are so detailed 💜

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You opened your eyes and were met with Bucky smiling at you lovingly. He got woken up early because Natasha had to leave for a last-minute mission and couldn't fall back asleep so he spend the time just staring at you.

"Good morning, babydoll" he leaned closer to kiss your nose, making you scrunch up your face slightly.

"Mornin' daddy" you yawned and turned around to greet Natasha but frowned when she wasn't there. "Mommy?"

"Mommy got called for a mission" Bucky told you and you turned back to face him with teary eyes. "Oh baby, come here"

He knew this would happen because Natasha didn't say goodbye to you and you were always scared that if one of them would leave, or sometimes both, that they would never come back. Bucky can't blame you, he missed Natasha just as much.

He pulled you closer, wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

"There's no need for tears. Mommy will come back, I promise" he said and snuggled with you a little longer.

Bucky did a good job with trying to keep you smiling and laughing throughout the day but you were still moody. You get frustrated really fast and start crying easily because of missing your Mommy so much.

Right now you were playing with your blocks and humming to the music from the TV when Bucky came in and picked you up, sitting down with you laid across his lap. He held up the bottle for your nap and you suddenly started to squirm and whine in his hold, confusing him because you usually never fight nap time.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked while keeping you from falling on the ground.

"Don't wanna!" you suddenly cried and started kicking your legs.

You continued to squirm until you tumbled to the ground but quickly got up and run to your room, grabbing your blankie and stuffie from the bed you sat down in the corner.

Bucky really doesn't know what has gotten into you. He wants to help and comfort you but he just doesn't know how.

Natasha would know what to do. She always does.

He sighed and made his way to your room, seeing you cry into your stuffie with your blankie wrapped around you and knees to your chest.

Sitting down in a rocking chair near you, with your bottle still in hand he tried to convince you and go to him.

"Baby, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong" he said and you still avoided looking at him. "Please, come here"

"No" you mumbled but Bucky could still hear you, thanks to the super hearing. You turned around to face the corner. "Leave me 'lone"

"Okay, I'm in the living room if you need anything" he said and stood up, knowing it would only get worse if he tried to feed you again and left you alone.

You lay down on your side and curled up in the corner, slowly falling asleep your body working like a clock and making you take your nap.

When you woke up you felt miserable, your body hurt from laying on the hard floor and your tummy grumbled.

You stood up and were on your way to the living room when you heard muffled talking, not being able to make out who it was because you were still too sleepy to focus.

Natasha saw you walking into the room but you haven't noticed her yet because you were rubbing your eyes.

When you finally saw Natasha and Bucky sitting next to each other on the couch you were about to run to them, but the way Natasha had her arms crossed you knew she was mad. You shuffled on your feet at the uncomfortable silence and looked down at your hands, playing with your fingers nervously.

Natasha pointed in front of her and you slowly walked over to stand before them.

"Daddy told me how you behaved earlier" she said and a sob escaped you. "That was not good girl behavior was it?"

You shook your head, mumbling out. "No mommy..."

"Now, you are not allowed any sweets for a week and will have early bedtime" She explained and you nod all along.

"Yes mommy"

"Good, and now I want you to apologize to daddy" she watched you shuffling over to stand before Bucky, looking him in the eyes.

"M sowwy for bein bad and for refusing nap time and bein feed. Will never do it 'gain..." you said tearing up a little.

Bucky smiled and opened his arms for you. You instantly got on his lap and hugged him tightly, placing a kiss on his jaw.

"I forgive you. I love you babydoll" he said and you smiled a little, feeling Natasha brushing a hand through your hair.

"That's my good girl, but why didn't you want your bottle? You never refused them before" she asked and you blushed, hiding in Bucky's neck mumbling something so quiet that not even Bucky could understand it.

They both chuckled and he moved your flushed face from your neck so you would look at them.

"What was that? We couldn't hear you" he smiled and looked over at Natasha.

She wasn't wearing her suit and only wore a tank top with no bra on and some black leggings. You looked at her chest and whispered. "Boobies"

Bucky chuckled and Natasha still couldn't understand what you said so he leaned close to her ear and whispered to her what you said making her smirk.

"Dove, you can't always get what you want, besides Mommy always has a bottle with her milk prepared in the fridge" she told you and you felt even worse now for giving your Daddy a hard time. "You want some now?"

You instantly nod. "Yes pwease!"

Bucky handed you over to her and she made it comfortable for the both of you. Natasha pulled her top higher up just above one of her breasts and suppressed a chuckle when you quickly latched on, sucking eagerly.

"There we go, all that fuss just for Mommy's boobies" Bucky cooed and was rubbing his fingers over your cheek lovingly, leaning down to whisper. "Can't blame you though"

"James, let her be" Natasha scolded him with a chuckle and shared a kiss with him, making you grumble around her nipple. "Oh, I'm sorry dove"

They both kissed your forehead and you hummed, looking at them with big eyes. Bucky put his arm around Natasha and she rested her head on his shoulder, both just watching you enjoy your feed.

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luminnara · 2 years

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I’m autistic and lost my comfort blanket that I have a v hard time sleeping without. I was wondering if I could get some Billy/Eddie blurbs or headcannons about them comforting the reader(maybe they have a meltdown but they don’t have to be autistic!!)?

Your works give me so much comfort and joy!! It always makes me smile :))

I 100% feel this, I have meltdowns when I can’t find my one specific stuffed animal that I can’t sleep without 😭 I hope you can find your blanket!!

Billy:

He understands more than you’d expect him to. After his mother left, his father never, EVER let Billy even THINK about having so much as a teddy bear around.

“You don’t need this anymore,” he’d growled when Billy was still just a kid. “It’s time for you to man up. This shit is for girls and babies.”

And Billy had cried about it, more than once…though after the first time, he didn’t dare let his father hear him sniffling. Now, so many years later, Billy really is a man. He’s all grown up. He’s rough and tough and mean, and everyone either loves him or hates him because of his thorny exterior that the world forced him to grow for himself.

But he still cries, and he still wishes he had that teddy bear from his childhood…only now, he’s even more ashamed of himself for longing for his old stuffed animal, because now, he’s all grown up. He shouldn’t need it. He doesn’t need it. And if anybody ever tried suggesting that he did, he would knock their teeth out.

He keeps up that facade, keeps pretending. Even after you catch his eye and then win his heart, you’ve always known him as Billy Hargrove, the King of Hawkins, the guy who’s way too cool to be caught dead with a blankey or a teddy. But every time he sleeps over, he sees you cuddling a baby blanket, one that’s clearly been repaired more times than anybody could count thanks to all the love it’s received over the years. It’s a blanket that’s done its duty night after night, soaking up tears and protecting you from the rest of the world, and even when you’ve expected him to make a snide comment, he never has. He just takes his place behind you, the ever-diligent big spoon, and after you’re fast asleep, he takes a handful of your blanket and clings to it for dear life.

When he appears in your window one night to find you panicking, his eyes are wide and he isn’t sure what to do.

“It’s gone!” You wail, about three seconds from melting down for real. “I—I can’t find it, I can’t find my blanket, I need—“

Billy crosses the room so quickly he seems to fly, rushing to meet you and already in that protective mode he developed way back when his mom was still around. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls you against his chest and urges you to stay there, to breathe, to listen to his heartbeat and ground yourself. You’re surrounded by the scent of him, of Billy, wrapped up in his strong, safe arms, and as you focus on remembering how to breathe, his eyes are scanning your room. He’s just as desperate to find the blanket as you are, even though he’d never let you know that he’s also on the verge of panicking. And just when all hope seems to be lost and he’s about to get on his hands and knees and tear the entire house apart looking for it, he spots the frayed corner of a familiar blanket poking out from between the bed frame and the wall, and he breathes a sigh of relief.

“It’s fine, baby,” he murmurs, gently turning you in his arms as he nods towards it.

You instantly feel that same relief washing over you and you wiggle out of his arms to retrieve it. There are tears in your eyes and the panic has left you feeling nauseous, but it’s okay—everything is okay now, because everything is where it should be, blanket and Billy included.

“Thank you,” you mumble as you hold it tightly, avoiding Billy’s eyes. “Sorry.”

“Sorry? For what?” He scoffs.

You suddenly feel incredibly stupid, and you wince. Billy sees the movement and wants to punch himself.

“Baby, I didn’t mean—“

“I’m sorry you had to see that. I just…I don’t like…I can’t sleep without it.” You say.

“I know.” Billy takes your hand and leads you to your bed, sitting down and then pulling you into his lap. “I had a teddy bear. I felt the same way. Don’t ever apologize, y’hear me?”

You nod, and Billy pulls you down to lay with him. He came already prepared for bed—his boots are left by the window, he’s wearing sweatpants instead of jeans, and his jacket is sitting in his car parked halfway down the block. With no need to change or wait any longer, you wiggle under the covers with him and shove your blanket into his arms.

“Here.” You say, laying your head on his chest before he can roll onto his side like usual. “Hold it tonight? I want it to smell like you.”

Billy feels an indescribable warmth in his chest, and as he gathers up the baby blanket in one arm and you in the other, he settles in for the best night of sleep he’s ever had.

Eddie:

You never expected Eddie “The Freak” Munson to be so warm and fuzzy. Everyone in town is terrified of him, but after getting to know him, well…he’s a lot less scary than you imagined.

So, after graduation, moving into his trailer doesn’t seem like a bad idea at all. It’s small, but with you there, its cozier than ever before, and Eddie hates it a lot less than he used to. With you comes all of your stuff, and Eddie loves the plushes that sit next to his guitar just as much as he loves you.

Which is a whole hell of a lot.

His bed is warmer with you in it, and with your blanket—the frayed, worn out baby blanket that you never, ever let go through a washing machine, that you always cleaned by hand in the sink and patched up with a needle and thread when it started looking like the end was near. Eddie thinks it’s adorable, just like you. He doesn’t share your need to sleep with it, but he gets it, and he’d never dream of getting in the way.

So, one night, when he’s awoken by your distraught hands shaking him, he immediately knows that something is up with the blanket.

“I can’t find it,” you hiss, dragging him out of his own bed as you furiously dig through the sheets and throw the pillows over your shoulder. “Did you do something with it? Did you—“

“No,” he’s still groggy as he stands up, blinking sleep away from his eyes. “No, I didn’t—hey, babe, its okay, just calm d—“

“No!” You snap. “I can’t be calm, I—I can’t find it, I can’t—I don’t—“

He hears the panic in your voice rising and he’s suddenly more awake and sober than he’s ever been before. “Hey. Hey, breathe, okay?”

His hands are on your arms but you’re barely paying attention. You’re still furiously looking around the room, eyes wide, fingers itching. You know if you don’t keep searching, you’ll break down instead, and the need to do something, anything, is getting to be too much.

“It’s okay. Here.” Eddie nudges you, grabbing a teddy bear from the nightstand and shoving it into your arms as a placeholder before whirling around. “I’ll find it, okay? I promise, just—just hold onto that, okay?”

You press your face into the bear, rocking back and forth in an effort to dispel some of the anxious energy buzzing through your veins. You aren’t watching as Eddie searches high and low, dropping down to check every corner of the room. You’re busy trying not to hyperventilate.

“Aha!” You hear him shout, and suddenly, the bear is replaced by a familiar feeling.

You open your eyes, and there it is—the blanket you’ve had forever, that you can’t even think about sleeping without. Eddie is grinning triumphantly, and as things calm down again, you scoot to your side of the bed and he climbs in next to you, one arm around your waist, face buried in the crook of your neck.

“Thank you, Eddie,” you murmur, voice muffled by the blanket as you curl around it.

“‘Course, baby. ‘S what I’m here for.” He says, already half asleep. “You let me know if it gets away again, ‘n I’ll hunt it back down. Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you laugh quietly. “I love you.”

“Love you too, sweets.”

#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine

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vevethirst · 2 years

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hi it's okay if you don't wanna do this request or if it takes a while because you have other stuff, but Jinx is a major comfort character of mine, oddly enough more of one when I'm regressed. I was wondering if maybe you could do jinx x fem reader where reader actively seeks her out if she's distressed and regressed, thank you so much even if you don't!

hello hello, i’m back! thank you for the request!

requests: closed until next wednesday 🤍

warnings: none i don’t think, but pls correct me if i’m wrong:D

proof read: yes!

a/n: i’m so glad i can finally have the time to write again, i’ve been super busy lately, school has recently started for me and my birthday is in 8 days!! thank you all so much for your patience🤍🤍🤍 (f/c: favorite color)

┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐

jinx x gn!reader blurb<3

it was the afternoon. usually, you would be with jinx right now, but not today. today jinx was sent on a mission, so you were sitting in her room, waiting patiently for her to come back. when things started taking longer than anticipated, you got worried. it had been about a year since you discovered that you’re a little, so now, you can tell when you’re about to regress. and right now, you were definitely going to regress. you were worried. what if something happens to her? who will take care of you? so you decide to go and search for her. and the more you searched, the farther you regressed. you eventually found her walking on her own and you ran into her arms immediately.

“jinx!” you cried.

“hey pudding!—— no no hey what’s wrong??” she wraps her arms around you almost instantly.

“i was so worried that something happened to you..” you said sniffling

it was obvious to her you had regressed. she was more than used to all your habits, including your sad sniffles. and luckily, she always keeps some of your things with her.

“here pumpkin, do you want this?” she holds up a small grey bunny, dressed in a little outfit she made for it.

“mr. bunny!” you say and your eyes light up almost instantly.

“yeah! i kept him with me just in case. now let’s go home okay?”

“okay!” you say with a smile.

as the two of you walked home, she picked up small treats for you and a new blankey that’s your [f/c] for you to hold on to while you walked back to her room.

once you arrived, she helped you get changed into your favorite onesie, got you warm milk and allowed you to sit in her lap while she tinkered with new inventions. you fell asleep there. and she spent the rest of the night right by your side.

thank you again for the request! this was lovely to write 🤍 if this isn’t to your liking, please dm me so we can work on a compromise. have a good day/night!

#vevethirst #jinx x reader #gn!reader #arcane fluff #jinx arcane #arcane x reader #little!reader #little space

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stevenose · 2 years

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pls pls pls some wound care post s4 that leads to stebe bottoming for the first time (amab/strap idc). all slow and gentle. caring for the sweet pillow princess. i will screm

also the licking steve all over fill......FUCK! I'm wrapped up in my blankey that was so f-ing good I'm looking right at you 👁👄👁

anything for u <3

“You okay?”

Steve doesn’t answer immediately. He doesn’t know how. Like, sure, he’s alive. Your warm fingers are touching the delicate skin on his stomach, scar tissue taking over the once smooth skin. Your touch is a reminder that he’s still here. And that he’s cared for. Which is something he needs after… everything.

“I’m fine,” he decides to answer. It’s a midway point between I feel like shit and I’m okay. He winces as you wrap his stomach tightly with sterile gauze. He thought the disinfectant would be the worst part. The pain knocks the breath out of his lungs and he lets out a harsh exhale.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” he says gently. He doesn’t have to elaborate.

Your fingers gently run over the cotton. Steve’s warm under it. You’d looked for signs of infection with relieving results - those government grade antibiotics work like a charm. “Steve?”

“Yeah?” He looks down at you, wants to bring you in closer and hold you to his chest. He doesn’t want you to let him go.

You stare at the bandage. “You’re going to be okay.”

There’s a long pause, and you look up at him. Steve looks contemplative, which is usually not a good sign. “I know.”

He winces again. He sighs, irritated and miserable. You reach up to put your hand to his forehead. No fever. Another relief. You run your hand through his hair next. It’s soft, freshly showered, and wet. He smells like strawberries and rubbing alcohol. Your hand rests on his cheek and you look into his eyes for a long time. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” he says.

“I know,” you cringe. “Sorry.”

“Don’t make me come down there,” he teases. He’s lectured you about your apologies approximately three times a day since last Sunday.

“I just wish I could help,” you say.

“You are helping.”

You bite your cheek. “Take the pain away, I mean.”

Steve sighs. “Me, too. But you can’t. I can’t….” He blushes. “I can’t really. Get freaky. Like this.”

Your head spins, stomach flips. “Then let me take care of you.”

Steve stiffens immediately.

“We don’t have to,” you say quickly. “It was just - I’m sorry - I know… I know you’re not comfortable.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment. He’s thinking again. Brows furrowed in concentration. “No,” he says. “I think I’d like some comfort.”

===

Steve’s legs are wrapped around your head - gingerly - as you eat him out. He moans breathily, tugs at your hair and wraps his thighs right around your face. He has to be careful not to fuck up his injuries, but the pleasure gives such immense relief from the pain. “Unnnh - fuuuuck!”

You smile into him, circling his rim with your tongue before pulling back and spitting on it. Steve cries out and bites down on his thumb to stay quiet. It’s the loudest you’ve ever heard him. “You okay up there?”

“Y- yeah,” he pants. “Jesus, yeah.”

You taper your tongue and fuck it into him, loosening him up. It’s not been easy. Steve’s tense from lots of things, but bottoming is the number one current factor. You’re taking it slow, letting him adjust to the care and tenderness.

“Have you ever fingered yourself?” you ask into his skin.

He moans and fidgets. “Yeah.”

“How many fingers can you fit, angel?”

Steve pants. “M- my high record… is three.”

“Good boy,” you purr. You spit on his hole again and fuck it some more with your tongue. “Can I add one now?”

He pauses and nods.

“Steve. You have to tell me. We don’t have to.”

“I want it,” he breathes. “Please.”

You sink a finger in slowly, still lapping at him, spitting to help guide your finger into him. He moans, throws an arm over his eyes and wails. “Oh god oh god oh god oh god -!”

“You okay Princess?” You let your finger rest in him, letting him adjust.

Steve’s at a loss for words, which is saying a lot. He finally croaks out a yeah and rocks his hips on you.

“You’re such a good boy for me.” You slowly move your finger in and out of him, entranced at the sight of him. “Takin’ it so well. So proud of you, sweetheart.”

He can’t respond. His jaw hangs open in pleasure, cock leaking heavily above you. “A- another,” he finally pants. “Please.”

“You sure? Don’t wanna rip you open.”

He groans and finally reaches down to fist at his cock. His breath catches at the sensation, stomach already twisting tight. “I’m positive. Please.”

Your second finger is a bit harder to slip in, but spit and some precum help. You know you’ll have to use a generous amount of lube once you’re up and ready. Steve writhes above you, rocking himself, lost in it.

“Do I make you feel good?”

“Yeah,” he repeats. It’s what his brain can come up with.

“Just want to help you come, baby,” you whisper, and lick his rim, your fingers still gently moving in and out of them. You crook them and Steve whimpers, goosebumps forming on his skin.

“I can’t wait,” he moans. “Need you now.”

“Don’t get greedy.” Your tone makes him shiver.

“I’m just - I’m - so close -“

“Stop touching yourself for a little bit, okay? Let me get you open and then I’ll fuck you. How’s that sound?”

Steve nods dumbly, moving his hand to lay beside him on the bed. His face is flushed deeply, at a feverish level. You’ll check his temperature again in a bit.

A third finger slides in gently, and Steve wails once more. He grabs an extra pillow and shoved it over his face - whether to muffle the sounds or hide from you, you’re not sure. You let him do it, though. Whatever he needs.

“Shit!” he gasps suddenly, throwing the pillow across the room. “Right there!” His hips rock on your fingers, mouth open in an O. Your fingers have gone in particularly deep in this thrust and you’ve hit his prostate.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” you smile.

Steve can hardly breathe.

You slip your fingers out and he pouts, watching you reach for the nightstand to grab a bottle of lube. “Silicone based,” you tell him, for no reason; it makes him smile, dazed.

You coat yourself generously, then his rim, puffy and slightly, slightly gaping. It makes your cock kick, and Steve’s does, too. You push your lubed fingers back into him one at a time and he gasps, writhes, grabs you and begs please please please please until you finally line the head of your cock up with him.

“You ready?” you whisper.

Steve nods, still pouting. So desperate. Slowly, you push in - Steve’s mouth hangs open as you do.

You pause. “How’s that?”

“Uh huh,” he replies, voice cracking.

You can’t help but to giggle, pushing into him deeper, feeling him tight and wet from lube, squeezing around you. You moan and it makes Steve feel that much more hornier - he rocks his hips, pushing you deeper into him. He moans, reaching for you. You push in more and he mewls, groaning, “Right there.”

“I got you,” you whisper, thrusting gently into him. Not the whole way, but enough to satisfy you both. “Be careful, o-okay?”

Steve’s not really listening. He wants more. He actually whines for it. “C- c- c’mon, baby, I’m - please-“

You shush him, gently lacing your fingers through the hands resting beside him and pinning them to the bed. You lean forward to kiss him as you thrust gently and shallowly, deep enough for him to feel it. He moans into your mouth, but it’s different this time. More relaxed, less pent up and needy.

“Feel okay?” you breathe, pausing to kiss his forehead. No fever.

“It’s so good.” He slurs it out. “I - I’m so -“ Steve searches for the word. “Full.”

“Now you g… get it, right?”

He nods. “Yeah. Yeah.”

You kiss him again, still rocking your hips back and forth. You reach down to stroke him, swiping your thumb over his leaking cock and using the precum that’s already poured out guide your hand along his skin. He groans loudly, back arching - then gasps at the pain.

“You okay?” you ask, panicked.

Steve nods, cringing. “Keep fuckin’ me and I will be.”

#stevenose posts #ns/fw #steve x reader #amab!reader #sorry this ends abruptly … i abut to sleep…#mwah hope u likey

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nat-ter · 3 months

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i want to grab bucky barnes' face and cup them in my hands. i want to pull him real close and whisper "you are enough" i want to wipe away his tears and tell him "you don't need to be who you were. you don't need to be bucky barnes the soldier whose worst nightmare was the war. because you are not bucky barnes before the fall. you are bucky barnes after the fall. you are bucky barnes the winter soldier. you deserve to change. you deserve to acknowledge your pain and your trauma and be a new person. you deserve to be the new bucky barnes who has been through unspeakable torture and been brainwashed and used. i don't want you to be bucky barnes the outgoing boy from brooklyn if you don't want to be, if you cant be him anymore. i just want you to be bucky barnes now, who is free, who hates crowd but still love to be surrounded by people he feels save with. i just want you to be you. not the you before the fall, not the you before the winter soldier, but you. now and here. the you who came out at the other side of this long drawn out war you never signed up for. the you who is broken and damaged but whole. because time changes people and that's okay. you're enough. i love you."

and i want to wrap him up in a soft blankey and feed him soup

#this is what happen when you started to go through your old bookmarks #it makes you 'feel'#bucky barnes #just look the other way pls #i just need to get this out of my chest

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katyspersonal · 1 year

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002 for Mico and Rom both please?

Oh!!!!!!! Hell yea!!!

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

002 I Give me a character & I will tell you

• How I feel about this character

For Micolash: I feel a LOT of things about Mico. He is genuinely one of the most important fictional characters that I ever had in my life. Not just that, but there were many bizarre and significant dreams connected with him, and even some things transcending into waking life.

I actually feel a bit reclusive to elaborate as these are very intimate matters (that also touch upon spiritual matters and mental health). I'll just say that this character means A Whole Bunch for me, and I gave up trying to reason why I am not scared or repulsed by him despite the sheer depth of comprehending his insanity. Though can a hard-core fan of FromSoft games truly be sane? Hehehe~ Also I love his appearance and I want to kiss his face, and I want to give him a motherly hug and wrap him in a comfy blankey

For Rom: Roughly the same things apply; a very important character, a lot of connection with dreams, spiritual experiences and mental health profile. In fact, I sort of kin this character. It is just hard to convey since within canon she is almost a blank canvas, yet I don't even feel connected with my portrayal of her specifically. It is just A Rom. There are only a few boundaries, such as strong sense of her being one of the students. But I love all the takes on her!

I picked interest in her almost instantly, but I had a dream about being her before I knew ANYTHING about her and only saw the design. She was, and is, such a blast to develop from my very first days into Bloodborne. She is as important for me as Micolash, just except that I do not have a crush on her. It'd feel too awkward... xD

• All the people I ship romantically with this character

For Micolash: Edgar, Damian, Laurence, Rom (not my version of her though, since mine is his sister), to an extent Kos and Wet Nurse (they are weird ones since they're gods)... Yeah, I think that's mostly it! I could like some others though? For example, @saint--adeline had a ship of Mico with Adeline and like... gfjjjfjyug cursed but it actually makes hella sense, you go girl xD

For Rom: Ebrietas, Julie/Yurie, Edgar, Micolash (see above), Damian, Adeline, Maria, Willem (cursed, I know), Patches

Naturally, I am not rotating all of these ships in my brain all the time, hahaha! I just like to explore different opportunities in fiction, and these are the ones I think of!

• My non-romantic OTP for this character

For Micolash: It is hard to choose one... I think him and Archibald work well! Archie probably would simp for Micolash, though, but I just don't see them becoming a couple. However, they would work together and get along juuust fine like two mad inventors, plus Archie is basically THE chief of Yahar'gul hunters. And one of the few mad lads that was loyal to Micolash genuinely until the end.

For Rom: Which one would not become a ship, hmmm... She sure has friends, but 'platonic OTP' is a very honorable status, you know! I think Caryll falls here the best; my particular version of Caryll distances from Byrgenwerth a bit soon, but in general they are the highest Insight scholars on the block (Micolash drools and hisses and cries and throws up from envy)

Honorable mention: My versions of Rom and Micolash themselves! They are siblings separated at birth that found each other thanks to Rom's intuition and unique devotion to finding her lost brother. They went though everything together, and were close and loyal to defending each other until the end. In fact, they are SO close that arguably none of their romantic ships could rival this bond. Very codependent family bond does that sometimes...

• My unpopular opinion about this character

For Micolash: Not an opinion, more like 'then do it yourself if you're so goddamn smart' moment. But I think he should have been involved in Research Hall (very likely as one of the doctors), and I think this is not explored often enough! Just like him being a necromancer and being able to teleport is not something I see addressed often enough. Basically my opinion is that there are more sides of him to simp for appreciate than just him being Weird Guy and a cult leader. The dude got TALENTS, okay? x)

For Rom: I prefer to think that her being intellectually disabled and, I quote, "childlike", was not a side-effect of ascension but natural traits for her in life! (Her title in Japanese original uses the word 'hakuchi' that is very directly a way to describe profound mental disability, as opposed to the more vague English word 'vacuous'). No, takes along the lines of Rom being a super genius so smart that she deserved eyes for that alone are cool, I am just very biased on my way of taking her title. In my case since she is a student, it is selective disability: academically smart but very helpless otherwise. Can see everything throw raw intuition but gets none of it. Can conduct incredibly complex research on the Universe but might not know how to button her shirt or count to ten. Along those lines!

I'll say though: the day someone makes Rom not a scholar and not a teacher but a secret third thing (Willem's baby daughter) is the day I will EAT that take /pos

• One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon

For Micolash: I'd LOVE it if Micolash was a friendly NPC in the Nightmare for some time (basically temporary Doll, or maybe giving us helpful updates for Insight points), and then "betrayed" us by jumping in the Lake that'd serve as teleporter to the Lecture Building. x) Inspired by the cut idea for him in beta version where he DID do that. Him being a useful NPC is just my idea to lead up to it. Maybe he'd even make lamps conveniently not work in the Nightmare to force us to interact with h- lol yeah I just wish we got to interact with him more.

For Rom: A way to reveal Mensis Ritual without having to kill her and her babies. Just a split way of acting where if you kill her you get this, if you use roundabout way you get that... I just... I can't describe the feeling from that battle, it felt like bullying a child... even despite the fact that she has like 500 of her own children. But yeah, a FromSoft game that let's you be safe from anguish is not a FromSoft game...

• my OTP

For Micolash: Micoedgar! Edgar fell in LOVE with Micolash and he ruined his mission because he was GAY for him and he WILLINGLY gave Micolash his soul and he protects him because he is SIMP and I'll die on this hill!!!! But no, seriously, I feel like the two have the best potential. I largely characterized Edgar as someone not quite fitting with the Choir's limiting, toothless ways, and his brilliant and inquisitive mind simply found more of a kindred spirit in Micolash; the 'insane' and 'evil' guy that Choir told him to not trust and stop at all cost. And I think Micolash likewise appreciates Edgar; someone both smart (and brave) enough to listen to him and question things like him, but also an individualist enough to doubt him and concur his own thoughts if needed. Edgar refuses to wear a cage, now doesn't he? They are just equal, in the best way possible.

For Rom: I could not choose between Robrietas or Yurom/Julirom. Ever. Like yeah I know Rom has two hands (16 in her ascended form, actually), but balancing a human and a GO is hard... I think my preference will SLIGHTLY skew towards Rombrietas though, since Rom is destined to ascend anyway..

I concluded Ebrietas is a half-human herself (adult version of a celestial larva), so both Rom and Ebby would hit a very strong bond of being 'between' the mortal and the divine. Ebrietas also mourns Rom's petrified real body. I always felt like Ebrietas would much rather have Rom stay safe within the guidance of Stars and Moon, but Rom just.... HAD to go above and beyond, HAD to become a Spider (Amygdalae affiliation), HAD to secretly help Micolash... There is very deep emotion and conflict, and Ebrietas also having the Grinch heart moment; as a 'paleblood' Great One she nonetheless cries red bloody tears, as a sign of her feelings Rom 'sullying' her purity.. but also letting her touch upon her human side for the first time. Her theme and Rosmarinus both have 'why do you cry, fair maiden' bit but Rom altar has candles, so they must know WHY, right? But maybe it is because it was the first time Ebrietas cared about someone being lost to a ritual....

There are just so many layers to the two, I could go on all day....

• my cross over ship

For Micolash: I don't know... I have a suspicion a character from ER might fit, but I'll need to learn more about them before.

For Rom: I once had a weird fever dream where she met Gwynd0lin and they were talking about their experiences, and then Rom (still human-ish enough) had to run away carrying him in her arms when Suly appeared and beckoned Aldr1ch with the bell ggjhkgkyhj It is hard to describe but the emotions of both of them, and the impending horror, felt so real that I now physically can't unsee the two having a good chemistry. I've been imagining them interacting in a crossover a few times by now.

• a headcanon fact

Damn, I did not notice upon first reading the meme that it had this oxymoron, hahaha. Like... so, a headcanon OR a fact? I'll interpret it as 'a headcanon I am firm on' because I don't see any other way x)

For both: The description of the first Brain Fluid you find mentions a man that wanted to become a doctor, and so his sister volunteered to be his patient. I believe that the mentioned siblings HAD to be Micolash and Rom; Research Hall's connection with peeking into the Sea, the fact that eventually Research Hall does become Choir's base, the fact that this description is too random otherwise.....

You pick this Brain Fluid from a female head that is guarded by a guy, sure, but not only he is lower ranking Black Church doctor/hunter (that'd probably not do experiments on ascension, unlike White doctors)... But also, his internal name is 'lover npc'. So yeeee.

I'll give some pointer though: it could also refer to maybe Laurence and Adeline (Laurence does hold Eye Pendant and Healing Church WAS interested in internal eyes through water at its first days). Or maybe Micolash and Adeline? I just think these being Rom and Micolash comnects the things way better, Rom being the zero patient from whom that research started just... just completes things so well, and explains her fate more... That Rom was honored by Kos, when other patients turned to the Stars instead of the Sea or just went mad... argh.

Thank you for the ask, it was fun to reflect on so many things! These two are indeed my favs!

#bloodborne #micolash host of the nightmare #rom the vacuous spider #ask replies #bloodborne headcanons

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maipareshaan · 2 years

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I want to wrap him up in a blankey like a burrito and EAT him

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moss-flesh · 2 years

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I'm incapable of choosing just 1 or 2 questions, oops! 💖

Aila/Alistair - 2, 7, 16 Adahlen/Solas - 3, 19, 31

i dont know what possessed me but i loves these questions so much i wrote a lot ! so here u go !! <3

aila x alistair

2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

Grey wardens and their nightmares am i right ? Both of them had really bad nightmares before killing the archdemon, but Aila suffered from nightmares most of her life already. They morphed her fears of her father, of the circle, n everything she went through there, with the archdemon stuff n it rlly fucked her up. She’d toss and turn and scream herself awake, on these occasions Alistair wraps his arms around her and brings her to his chests, stroking her hair gently. He’d hush her and reassure her of where she was, safe with him.

when Aila was not able to sleep (which was most of the time), she would see alistair struggling in his sleep, and get as close as she could to him with her ear against his heart and hug him gently, listening as his heartbeat and breathing became calm again.

7. Would they build a pillow fort together just because?

yes !!! god of course, this is very them, and they would make it everyone elses problem too.

alistair: STEN! give me your pillows

sten: no.

alistair: but your kadan is my girlfriend!

sten: something i still do not understand.

aila: wow morrigan youre looking hotter than ever, new necklace?

morrigan: yes. you gave it to me. what do you want ?

aila: …… gimme ur blankeys….

morrigan: take them. i dont want to know.

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

Thats like all they did the first few weeks of knowing eachother. they would move their cots a little closer to eachother and talk for hours staring at the stars. Alistair would mindlessly throw logs on the fire listening to Aila intently as she goes on about flowers, herbs, arcane histories and silly shit her few friends (jowan n anders) use to get up to. And she would stare at him wide eyed as he told her stories of duncan and his warden friends. They wouldve continued but wynne and zevran complained about losing sleep coz they wouldnt shut up. They continued once they started sharing a tent lmao.

adahlen x solas

3. Do they wear the other’s clothes? (sweatshirt, bandana, necklace, etc.)

oh yeah Adahlen is a little thief n she always takes Solas stuff lmao. she usually just likes to wear his necklace or sleep in his tunic. But the first time she wore his tunic as an undershirt everyone in skyhold was like

Shes pretty small so he cant really fit in her clothes but he ALWAYS steals her fave blanket and uses it for naps.

19. How do they feel about PDA?

Solas is surprisingly fine with it as long as its not too inappropriate, sometimes even so he shocks her by how affectionate he actually is in front of others. Sera would say some shit about them to tease him and hed just grab Ada and smooch her. At first Adahlen was actually so nervous about it though, like she wants to do pda but shes like “oh no what if he doesnt, will he think im weird, oh gods oh fuck” coz sadness alert, solas is her first love, lonely baby. But while she’s distracted vibrating from anxiety, he would just grab her hand and kiss her head as hes really perceptive of her emotions.

31. Can they sit side by side without touching the other or are they handsy? (lacing fingers, touching knees, etc.)

absolutely not lmao, solas likes to think adahlen is the touchiest out of them but they both cant help mindlessly grabbing onto the other, neither of them even notice until varric is like “i gotta write that shit down” because it’s embarrassing, they practically stand on top of one another.

#aila amell #oc: aila amell #oc asks #otp asks #alistair #adahlen x solas #oc: adahlen lavellan #adahlen lavellan #headcanons

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fataleefemmee · 7 months

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him

picked right back up where we left off..

dont know if it is because i am more emotional this week or if something is growing feeling-wise inside of me for him, but the night was ... was bliss. he knows me now, he knows what i like and what i want, he knows how to make me feel a way i never felt before. he reads it on my face, im an open book in his bed, every breathe i drew i wanted him closer. i want him more and more each time.. how can you want so much of someone when you have them right there, its needing him in a way ive never needed anyone before..

twice.

after the second time we laid in his bed as i traced my fingers up and down his back, i started to feel him breathe less and more heavy, i knew he was relaxing. his eyes were shut, he was sleeping but every once in a while he would wake up and make sure i was still there.. typically around 3am i would leave and he would walk me out, but this time he wasnt letting me go, i felt he didnt want me to leave, he kept pulling me closer... even after he turned his tv off he pushed me under the covers and gave me his special blankey that he sleeos with every night... he gave it to me, to sleep with.. i kept waking up in the middle of the night, in his arms, my face compressed in his chest, i would feel him wake up every once in awhile and in doing so he would run his hands up and down my back... he wanted me there.. we woke up to his alarm going off, when it did he pulled me closer and took his hand and wrapped it around the back of my neck and held me to him.. in that exact moment it hit me... im in trouble.

after we fully got up he told me for my saftey i need to start staying there on these days... he wants me there, and ill stay.

if everything is wrong, then why does sleeping in his arms feel like the only thing ive ever done right.

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bunniesnuggie · 2 years

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So you could do the same thing but daddy eddie's where the reader regresses in school to 1 year at lunch and she's crying because she doesn't have her little pink blanket with a cute ending

sorry this took awhile, i hope you like it and thank you requesting :D

~ Blankey ~

cg! eddie munson x (gn)little! reader

summary: dada helps you from a panic attack

not proofed

ugh scrunchy face 🥺🥺

today royally sucked, normally you were good at keeping yourself from regressing at school. today though, you weren’t so lucky. by second period you had already had an overstimulation attack, and by fourth you’d gone nonverbal. you just kept regressing and couldn’t stop. thankfully next was lunch and you could see your daddy. you had stoped by your locker on the way to the cafeteria, looking for your little pink princess blankey (basing it off of mine tehehe).

it wasn’t in there, it want in your bag either. your breathing started to pick up and little whimpers were escaping you. you quickly speed walked your the cafeteria in search for your daddy, knowing he’ll fix it.

when you got to the table you didn’t say anything, simply plopping down next to eddie and wrapping around him,

“hi sweetheart, how was class?” he asked into your hair, but you just whined at him, blinking up at him with big doe eyes. he saw the tears in your eyes and his heart broke with every little whimper. without hesitating he said bye to the club, swept you under his arm and out of the cafeteria. he pulled you into the quiet hallway, and held you between his chest and a row of lockers, trying to shield you from the bad things,

“shhh shhh, what’s wrong muffin? feeling extra tiny?”

you just sobbed more, causing a few students to look up and stare. he flipped them the bird and quickly wrapped his jacket around you. he headed straight out the doors and to your bench in the woods so you could be alone. big you would chew him out for cutting, but your well being was more important. he set you in his lap bridal style so he could sway you in his arms. he didn’t have your paci with him so he slipped his fingers into your mouth for you to suck on.

he was only focused on trying to get you to calm down, after a minute of just holding you to his chest and whispering sweet nothings in your ear, you started to calm down,

“hi peanut, you’re just feeling extra small huh?”

just babbled at him, something that sounded like piny. “pinkie? you want pinkie, is that what all this is about?” he slightly laughed, not at you, just at the fact that this could’ve been fixed in seconds.

“bunny - you asked me to hold it for you, remember? after that b- uh Isabel dumped your bag in the cafeteria.” he started getting worked up thinking about the incident last week. even though he already assured you that after his chat with her she would never bother you again, you still asked if he could carry your blankie.

he grabbed his backpack from his feet, you didn’t know he brought it. then pulled out the pink blanket with white and blue tiaras on it. you simply hummed with joy making grabby hands for it. he brushed you cheeks with it, making you smile and giggle, before wrapping you in a burrito. he slipped his fingers back in your mouth and you continued to happily suck and chew on them, babbling with joy now.

“i love my silly goose, is that all needed, hmm? your blankey?

“an-ooo”

you were sleepily blinking up at him, still not making full sense. but your dada knew what you meant. he gave you nose rubs and then kissed your forehead. he started to hum lightly, swaying you both.

school can wait.

a/n: @lokislittlemidgardian has a stancy version for anyone who would like that! it’s wayyy better but i tried 🫠

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guiltygrimm · 3 years

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RZ Michael Myers Cuddles Scenario!

Warnings: Tons of Fluff 💕

A yawn escaped your jaws as you slipped on a pair of silk pajama shorts with a white tank top as they hug your gorgeous frame. Tiny foot steps echoed through the hallway finding your way to the living room to watch a scary movie. Maybe even see what’s broadcasting tonight.

Plopping onto the couch, your fingers gripped the black remote as you directly pointed it at the television turning it on with a click of a button. Michael isn’t present at the moment so maybe watching some TV will pass the time. It gets a little lonely when he’s gone but you know he’s gonna come back. He always does.

You flipped through the channels, but couldn’t discover anything interesting.

“One channel after another... Boring.” You changed it to a different channel. “Not my style. What the heck?They ACTUALLY made a show about this?” Raising your brow, you quickly turned the TV to another station.

It eventually got to a point where your brain was telling you to just put on a movie since nothing good is playing. You arose from the pleasant cushion and started poking your nose into the DVD cabinet below the Television. You read them off moving your finger along the rows of movies until one makes you stop.

It’s called (Favorite movie) which was something you remembered watching growing up. There was not anything else to put on so (F/M) it is. You shut the DVD case while pressing your finger on the eject button, the DVD tray slowly peeked out of the machine. You lightly laid the disk down as the tray slowly hid back away. Now you can finally relax.

The movie loaded and started playing from the beginning. Turning the lamp off, you sat back down as the room dimmed, wrapping yourself into a soft grey blanket burrito, your attention turning to the TV. You laid on your back, snuggling deeper into the blanket wishing Michael was here to join since snuggling him in the blankey was absolutely one of your favorite things to do. You were so comfortable with your body slowly sinking into the cushion. Half lidded eyes started to shut half way into the movie. You could feel yourself drifting into slumber. You’d be lying if you said you tried to stay awake. Guess today’s busy schedule must’ve knocked you out.

What felt like minutes passed to hours, your peaceful state quietly sleeping. A pair of blue eyes peered into the living room to see the sight of you peacefully sleeping(even if your body was in an awkward and uncomfy looking position) Your favorite long haired, silent lover made his way next to you, carefully scooping your graceful body into his large muscular arms. Michael carried your now half asleep self into your bedroom, as he slowly and gently laid you down onto the pillowy mattress. You flutter your eyes open to look up at him.

“Hello, love.” You coo to him. “I missed you.”

You sat up affectionately resting your head onto his stomach before gazing back into his eyes behind that mask of his. “Do you want to lay down too?”

You lightly put his hand in your small one and guide him next to you. his much bigger body made you lightly bounce as he plopped down on the mattress. If anything he may seem like a scary and serious dude, but he enjoys embracing your small body against his much larger figure. You almost feel like a stuffed animal in his arms. You are his obsession after all. Your kindness, affection, honesty, loyalty... something people have never shown him. Michael of course wasn’t very fond of you in the beginning, but after everything you done for him changed his mind about you completely. And instead of ignoring you like he used to, he absolutely can’t get enough of you.

Michael laid down as you cutely snuggle into his arms and resting your head on his chest. The Rhythm of his heartbeat was almost soothing enough to ease you back to sleep. You slid your hand up his torso to his super long hair, gently brushing your fingers through his dirty blonde locks while quietly talking to him about how busy your day was and how delighted you are to have him next to you.

“Your comfier than these pillows.” You let out a slight giggle, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. The feeling of Mikey’s arms tighten around you almost made you squeal with joy since he usually doesn’t give tight hugs. It’s very rare for him to even hug back but he doesn’t mind whenever you’d wrap his arms around him whenever you’d want.

Those Icy blue eyes behind his orange jack o lantern mask were glued to the opposite side of the room, immediately alarming you that something was bouncing around in his mind.

You soften your gaze before you could squeak out “Are you alright, Mikey?”

His predatory gaze fell back on you not saying a word. Michael not talking wasnt nothing new, but the issue dawned upon you as Michael has had this feeling many times before and has made it obvious the past few nights.

Your a sweet girl while he is a giant murderer. He can never get why your so devoted to him when no one else was. You think he feels that one day you would realize that and never want to be near him ever again. This was definitely NEVER going to happen. That soft voice of yours will always let him know you trust, love, care, and understand him with your whole entire being.

A large grin appeared on your features showing your cute little fangs. “You don’t have to worry about that, Mikey. I’m always here for you no matter what life brings. I don’t think I can ever imagine you out of my life. I’m never lonely anymore since your here.”

You gave him a quick peck on his mask whispering in his ear that you promise nothing will ever change the way you look at him. You don’t care how many times you have to tell him, you always want him to know that you adore him as much as he secretly adores you!

Your tiny elegant body laid down on his chest again as you peek up at him with awe. “Do you wanna know what I love best about you?”

Mikey tilted his head a centimeter making your smile grow much bigger. “Everything hehehe. You make me the happiest girl on this planet. Your presence just lights up the room... You deserve to be happy, Michael. You deserve the world and I really mean that.”

Your arms slip around his neck, your eyes twinkling like the midnight starry sky. “ I want to be that person to give you the world...”

Michael turned over slipping you off his chest to face you. Both your arms wrapping around one another with a special embrace. In Michael’s own silent words, you already gave him the universe.

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* enough to make a grown woman cry 😭💕 *

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a-walking-fandom-reference · 2 years

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Fraggle Rock for the fandom

HELL YEAH !!! THANK YOU!! <3

1. blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): oh oh so hard but i have to say red (mokey is a close second)

2. scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): uhh boober just want to wrap him in a blankey

3. scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): marjory the trash heap she deserves everything

4. glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): the blue dragon, they appeared in one ep but i love them what an icon.

5. poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): philo and gunge are my poor little meow meows. are they unpopular not really or really problematic but they are pathetic and just have so much plmm energy and i love them.

6. horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): uncle traveling matt not because i dislike him just because he has weird hilarious reactions to everything.

7. eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): pa gorg, he deserves it.

send me a fandom

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supersickies · 3 years

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Summary: “Surgery was something that Peter Parker was used to. With his job, he really had to be used to going under the knife, and truthfully the more he experienced it the easier it got.

What Peter was not used to, however, were post-surgery infections. Of course, he knew that it was always a risk when going into procedures, but with the overly careful and competent medical staff in the med bay of Stark Tower, it was rarely something he had to worry about.

But nobody was perfect, accidents can happen, and that’s how Peter found himself in his current situation. Feverish, achy in more ways than one, and utterly miserable.”

Peter can't sleep after a surgery gone bad. He needs his Lukey...if Tony can figure out what that is.

A/N: Here we go @sicktember day five! I was pretty excited for this prompt but for some reason had a tough time putting something together for it that I really loved. But hope this fic suffices and if you read it you enjoy it! This was pretty much that last prompt fill I have completely completed for Sicktember but I’m hoping to get some more finished so I may be back with those, we’ll just have to see! Either way, hope you enjoy this fic! You can read it below the cut or on Ao3!

Surgery was something that Peter Parker was used to. With his job, he really had to be used to going under the knife, and truthfully the more he experienced it the easier it got.

But nobody was perfect, accidents can happen, and that’s how Peter found himself in his current situation. Feverish, achy in more ways than one, and utterly miserable.

His left leg, the cause of all his anguish thanks to an unwelcome bullet wound, was currently being elevated and his body was being pumped with an IV cocktail of anti-nausea, anti-fever, anti-pain, and antibiotic medications. Suffice to say, Peter was not just exhausted but he was loopy as all hell.

And he just couldn’t fucking sleep.

For some reason, despite his delirious and debilitated state, sleep would not come to him. So instead, he laid in his med bay bed with tears streaming down his face, as he begged whatever god there was above to just give him at least a minute of rest. The med bay staff, alongside Bruce and Dr. Cho, had been doing their best to synthesize a sedative for the spider-kid but they had yet to be successful, much to Tony and Peter’s disappointment.

Tony, of course, was by his side the whole time, and seeing his kid in this state was similar to experiencing his own personal hell. But he’d be dammed if he left Peter even for a second.

“Shh, Petey. I know bud. Just take some deep breaths kid.” He soothes the teen, just as he had been doing all night. It was nearing two in the morning and he had no idea just how much more either of them could take. He had tried everything from reading to the kid to making fucking ocean sounds with his mouth. Yet still, no sleep.

Peter doesn’t respond, just continues to moan and wail as Tony sighs. “Gimme something kiddie, please. How can I help you, bambino?”

Peter looks to Tony, his eyes feverish and hazy. He takes a shaky breath before finally finding the energy to murmur, “M-May.”

“May? You want me to get May back down here?” Tony asks. May had been down in the med bay with the two for most of the day, only retiring to a guest room in the tower after Tony had begged her to get some rest before her early hospital shift.

But even after giving his answer, Peter still didn't seem appeased. “No!” He whines. “I-I need Lukey.” He says with a sob.

Tony’s brows can only furrow. “Lukey?” What/who the fuck was a Lukey?

“Please M’ster S’ark, I need him.” Peter begs.

“Okay! Alrighty kiddo I…I will do my best to get…Lukey.” Tony reassures the boy as he stands from the uncomfortable med bay chair, running a nervous hand through his hair. “Just hang tight kiddo, I’m gonna figure this out.” He grabs his phone, quickly but quietly leaving Peter’s room.

He was gonna get this kid to sleep if it was the last thing he did.

Tony doesn’t understand immediately, but using the context clues he was given, he figures that if anyone knew what a Lukey was it would be May.

He could only hope that she wouldn’t be too pissed at him for waking her up at this hour.

The dial tone only sounds twice before she picks up. “Tony? What’s wrong? What happened?” She asks in a panic, ever the protective aunt.

“May! Everything’s okay! Peter’s…well, he’s um, still awake. I can’t really get him to calm down and-and I think I need your help?”

He can hear May flip on the bedside lamp and sit up. “W-What is it Tony?”

“Peter is asking for someone named Lukey? Something named Lukey? I-I was hoping maybe you know Lukey or-or can get him here at this hour? I just…he still can’t sleep May and I don’t know what else to d-“

He’s cut off by a snort. An honest to god laugh.

“…May?”

“S-Sorry, I um…” She giggles a bit more before continuing. “Yes, I can get Lukey here at this hour. Just…give me thirty.” She sighs, but Tony can’t sense any annoyance in it. She almost sounds like she’s smiling?

“I- okay then? See you in thirty I guess?” And she hangs up.

Tony doesn’t know if it’s the lack of sleep or what, but he feels absolutely crazy. “Still don’t know what the fuck a Lukey is.” He mumbles to himself, before heading back into Peter’s room.

Sure enough, after thirty more minutes of doing his utmost to calm the distraught spiderling, Tony hears May coming down the hall. He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding with the hopes that May and the elusive Lukey’s arrival will calm the kid enough to send him right to sleep.

May enters the med bay room quietly. And alone? Where was Lukey?

Peter turns his head to the sound of the door shutting, his bleary eyes able to make out his aunt standing next to him. “May.” He rasps, fresh tears spilling over his cheeks. There really wasn’t much that wouldn’t make Peter cry at this point.

“Oh, my poor baby.” She coos, her kind fingers pushing the hair off of his overheated forehead. “You’re having a real hard time, huh tough guy?”

Peter nods miserably. “I-I need Lukey, May.” He whines.

The woman smiles warmly. “I know honey. He’s right here, I got him.” She reaches into the tote bag on her arm and pulls out a small blue blanket with a silky trim. It looked old but ultimately well-loved.

Oh, Tony thinks. Lukey.

Peter takes the blanket eagerly and is quick to hold the fabric lovingly to his chest. His thumb rubs the trim soothingly. Almost like magic, the boy’s crying has basically stopped, replaced with soft hiccups and shaky breaths.

Tony looks up at May, puzzled yet…impressed. He holds his tongue, though, not daring to interrupt the moment or disturb the finally calm spider-kid.

After a few moments of hushed reassurances from May, and of course the comfort of Lukey, Peter is finally asleep. The room is now overwhelmingly quiet, and Tony takes a much-needed deep breath.

He glances at the blanket that is now wrapped tightly around Peter’s shoulders, before looking at May. “So, Lukey?”

“It was a gift from Ben’s mom— Peter’s grandmother. She gave it to him the day he was born. She passed not long after but…she loved him a whole lot, him being her only grandchild and whatnot.” She explains.

Tony’s heart clinches. He knew May was the only family Peter had left, and to hear about other Parkers just made Tony remember how much the kid had lost.

May continues. “He had a connection to the blanket pretty instantly, only ever really stopped crying when he was wrapped in it. It was the only thing that would put him right to sleep.”

They both look at the snoozing boy. “Still is apparently.” Tony jokes quietly.

May hums in confirmation. “We joked that this thing was magic when he was younger, but honestly I’m really starting to believe it.”

Tony nods, reaching up to touch the blanket softly. He had to admit was kinda nice. “And…Lukey?”

“Star Wars. Luke Skywalker.” May explains. “We all called it his blankey until he was old enough for Ben to show him A New Hope. It was Lukey from that point on.”

Tony feels a bit stupid for not realizing sooner, that goofy space movie was all the kid ever talked about.

“I should’ve known he would’ve needed it. Really wish I’d have brought it earlier.” May sighs tiredly.

“Hey you-you’re exhausted too May, please go back to sleep. I said I’d take Peter duty for the night and you have your shift in a few hours.” Tony offers.

May stands from her spot by her nephew. “I guess I should, huh? If you all need anything else though—“

“I’ll let you know immediately, May. Swear it.”

May smiles warmly. “Thank you, Tony.”

“Good night, May.”

She leaves the room, shutting the door softly behind her. Tony lets out a deep breath, giving Peter’s hair one last pet before deciding it was about time he retire to his cot in the corner of the med bay room.

As he drifts off, he thinks of his mother and the stuffed elephant she gave him when he was a young child.

He makes a mental note to look in the tower’s storage units, see if he can find it.

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