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IMAGINE KUROO TETSURO CALLING YOU "MAMA"??
Like he comes home and you're there on the couch watching a tv show waiting for him and he sees you. He just gets an overwhelming feeling of love for how domestic the situation is, seeing his lovely wife at home for him.
"Hey mama~"
And he just has that smirk on his face as he says it, so playful and loving as he shrugs off his jacket and slips off his shoes and comes over to the couch and plops himself right next to you.
He steals some of your snack and gives you a sweet kiss, loosening his tie.
While he nuzzles his nose in your neck and hair, you feel him grumble against your skin,
"My cute wifey..."
Regardless if it's been a hard day at work or not, how could he not miss his sweet little housewife to pieces?
#haikyuu kuroo#haikyuu!!#kuroo testuro#kuroo fluff#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo x reader#kuroo x fem!reader#Being his housewife is my dream#I CAN JUST IMAGINE#HIS VOICE WHEN HE'D SAY IT UGH#I need him to call me that rn#Missing kuroo hours/days (24/7)#i love him so much help me
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the new baby you take care of is the cutest baby you've ever met. (a lil dubcon, baby trapping, 18+)
he has a big head with a tuff of little blond waves, and he has the brightest brown eyes in the entire world. he smiles at every face you make at him, and he takes a bottle like a champ and will nap for hours as long as you're quiet.
his father has a strict schedule set for him. when you met that big man for the very first time, you were speechless. your teeth had clacked together with how fast you tried to close your gawking mouth, but it was impossible not to with how much he towered over you, nearly touching the top of the doorway.
he is methodical, down to every minute. tacked onto the fridge, he had shown you his son's current schedule, which he emphasized with a dead glare must be followed to a T.
two feedings in the morning followed by a nap. another feeding. a longer nap. another feeding. another nap. all separated in increments of 45 minutes, with instructions on how to use the bottle warmer and how to measure the formula.
his son does not cry. his father had told you, if he cries, y'r doin' somethin' wrong. and he was right. the baby only cried when he was hungry, and he would fall into a dead sleep as soon as you gave him a bottle.
it's odd, to take care of someone else's baby. especially this man's. there's no woman in the house, as far as you can tell. the whole house is decorated very minimally, cozy and in shades of warm greens and cool blues and browns. there are no heeled boots by the door or pretty fur coats, and whenever you pass by his bedroom, only one side of his bed ever looks lived-in. there are no pictures on the walls, no makeup in the bathroom drawers, and no pads or tampons under the sink.
just a big, unfeeling man and his big, adorable baby.
but you think that your actions to get this big, unfeeling man to like you are starting to have the wrong kind of implications.
it starts with dinner. you start to make it, using the ingredients from his fridge to make stews and buttery mashed potatoes and roasted veggies. the image of you stirring a pot with his baby on your hip has not left him, and whenever you don't have some kind of meal cooking when he gets home, you answer to someone curt, annoyed, and cold, even to the touch.
then it's the decorating. you thought his couch was a little bare, so now there's a few throw blankets laying across the back of it. there's a vase of pretty tulips on the coffee table. you're growing herbs on the windowsill, little pots of thyme and rosemary and basil. you leave house shoes by the door now, and even when you're not there, he sees those fuzzy pink slippers in the foyer, and he can't help the way he chubs up just seeing them when you're not around.
you start to bring some extra changes of clothes. after the baby spit up on you more than once in a day, you bring a duffel bag with you once a week with extra changes of clothes. he snarls when he sees your clothes in one of his drawers; pretty black panties and matching bras, all laid out under your lounge wear right next to his fucking socks.
the toothbrush next to his in the bathroom. the multi-colored chapsticks in the drawers. tampons and pads organized in the cabinet, your moisturizer next to his shaving cream. he smacks his fist against the wall when he sees the finished package of your birth control in the trash because wot the fuck are y'doing taking those things when y'know i want another--
he can see you in the baby monitor. swaying in the dark of his son's room, the baby's head on your chest as you rock him softly. you're singing a little, a gentle hum to soothe him enough that his eyes start closing. he groans a little when he sees your eyes shut as you kiss his son on the forehead, cooing at him as you pat his little back and tell him to have sweet dreams.
you're making brownies when he comes home that night. his son is seated in his high chair, clapping his hands, and you're smiling at him and cooing in that baby voice you do as you take the warm brownies out of the oven. when you see him emerge from the darkness of his living room, you smile at him, taking off the oven mitts.
"hi, simon," you say softly, and his pupils dilate when you slip a hand over his son's head to soothe him. "i made some dessert, hope that's okay. thought you might wanna try my new recipe."
simon comes into the kitchen as you take his baby out of his high chair. you hoist him up against your hip, and when simon comes closer, you giggle as tilts his head to the side and stares down at you both. you tilt your head back a little, blinking up at him, and the flutter of your lashes is enough to have him rock hard in his cargos as his hands curl into frustrated fists at his sides.
"i'm gonna put him down for bed, it's a little late," you tell him. you hoist his son up a little higher on your hip, picking up his little chubby arm and waving up at simon. "say goodnight, daddy."
simon grins under his mask at the soft lilt of your voice. you try not to squeak when one of his big hands slides around your waist to hold you at your back, and he bends down to kiss his son's forehead through his mask.
"goodnight, my boy."
you try not to linger on the idea that he may have grabbed your ass as you walked away. no, his arms are just so long, they grazed you while you passed by him.
the baby always goes down nice and easy. one bottle later, with a full stomach, he's rubbing his little eyes and fussing in your arms as he tries to fall asleep. he's a mover, simon's little one--always grasping around with his arms and flopping onto his side in the bed. oftentimes, after a nap, he's facing the opposite direction and on the other end of the crib when you come to get him.
so you shouldn't be surprised when as he's falling asleep, his little grubby hands reach for you and pull.
your eyes widen when you hear the pop of buttons. you look down, gasping, when you see his son has grabbed onto the front of your blouse and pulled the first few buttons out. they clatter onto the floor in a mess, and you're not able to see where they go with it so dark in his room.
"oh, god!"
you try to be gentle as you set the baby down in his crib. he immediately sticks his thumb in his mouth with his head lolling to the side, and you try to pick up anything you step on as you hurry out of the room, trying to hold your shirt together.
it's useless. you're standing there in the hallway, hastily shutting the baby's room closed, tits out at eight in the evening.
"tha' why he so good ta ya, mama?"
your eyes bug out of your head when you see simon there. he's standing at the end of the hallway, arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes are focused on your poor open blouse. the bra you're wearing leaves nothing to the imagination--just mesh with underwire, and when simon comes closer, there's virtually nothing separating you when he reaches up with that gloved hand and cups one breast, thumb smoothing over your nipple before he tugs on it gently.
"wha--simon--"
"thinks y'r his mum, pretty tits out like tha'," simon hisses. "'f ya wanted it so bad, why didn't ya just say?"
"simon--"
he tsks, using both hands this time to grip your blouse by the edges and tug it down your arms. it falls around your elbows, and he takes the straps of your bra with it, until it's pooled around your waist and your tits fall free.
"fuckin' hell," he breathes, and your lips part gently as he hikes up his mask and spits on your nipples before sucking them into his mouth. "mmmph..."
you arch your back as he rips the rest of the buttons off with one smooth tug. your blouse falls, and your bra follows it, until you're in nothing but your skirt, backing up into the darkness of his bedroom as he kicks the door shut. you scramble to get him back on top of you when your knees hit the edge of the bed, and you're laying down--grabbing around his shoulders as you try to guide his mouth back to your breasts where he can suckle on them with that filthy mouth of his.
"knew it--" he rasps. "fuck, i knew it--"
your eyes squeeze shut when he ruts his hips against yours. your panties are ruined, slick wet and digging uncomfortably into your folds, but the scratch of simon's jeans have your back bowing at a hard angle, your fingers sliding between your bodies as you reach for his zipper. you gasp when you feel him under your hand, straining against denim, the girth of him tying your stomach in hard knots as you think about what it'll take to get you open enough for him to slip in.
"keepin' me fat," simon murmurs. "holdin' my baby like tha', wot did ya think was goin' ta happen, eh?"
"h-huh?"
"'m gonna make you fat, too, swee'eart," he says, smoothing his hand over your tummy. "saw those little pills in y'r bag. it won't take today, but we'll try again tomorrow, yeah?"
you're drooling as he fucks you. your hips are hiked up, your skirt flipped up as his thighs smack against your ass. you're not privy to the way the fat of you shakes every time he's buried to the hilt, but simon appreciates it, tongue out as he watches you push back against him to try and get yourself filled quicker. he traces your spine with his fingers, leaning over you as he watches your fingers dig into his dark sheets and grip for dear life as he gives it to you fast and deep. it's a mess of wet between you, and you know the bed underneath you will be soaked by the time he's done with you, but you can't think about that when the very thing you've been wanting since the day you met him is so close, so within reach.
you haven't taken a single one of those pills since the first week you met that fat, beautiful baby. maybe simon didn't take too close a look at the dated little pills in your bag and in the bin, the little calendar you used to mark rotting away in a forgotten pocket, gathering dust.
when simon comes, your mouth is filled with saliva, and you gurgle between barely-lucid giggles as your hips sink into the mattress. he's saying something, but you don't hear it. instead you reach down with your fingers and stuff them inside, trying to gather as much of his cum and keep it. when simon tries to cum in your mouth later, you nearly bite his dick off.
how dare he try and waste it?
#i can't write rn but i've been thinking about this a lot lately#a baby did this to me the other day but there was no big giant masked man to save me after#the rest is just self indulgence cause i need to be nasty about him all the time#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost mwii#ghost x reader#cod#call of duty#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley smut#simon thoughts#dark!ghost#dark!simon
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I posted this on my Twitter, but I thought I'd share it here, too! I isolated the audio from Charles' death scene to answer a commonly debated headcanon in fandom: did Charles go by something else when he was alive?
Well, at least in this video, I can confirm that all the "Friends" who killed him call him Charlie. 😭
I reckon that is what his peers, teachers, and, even his abusive father likely referred to him as... Charlie Rowland. Makes sense for a teenage boy in the 80s; particularly a sporty, alternative, charismatic boy like Charles who hung around "lad-types."
It's no wonder he flinched when Brad/Hunter called him Charlie Boy. This show really doesn't miss a single detail. It's brilliant and intentional in every single thing it does.
FUCK it deserves a season 2! It's so well-written and in its first season. *Chef's kiss* from beginning to end.
#I was writing a fanfic and needed answers so I went looking and found this by complete accident. Weeping rn my poor boy#don't even get me started on why Edwin doesn't call him Charlie I got a whole ass opinion on that too!!!#dead boy detectives#charles rowland#the dead boy detectives#the dead boy detective agency#dbda analysis#dbda meta#dbda
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mmm throwaway conversation between Dan and Danny that popped into my head that I had to write out:
"You spent ten years being a one-man mass extinction event, then went back in time and fought me, and lost." Danny snarls, arms crossed and throat tight. His mouth pulls back to bare dagger-sharp teeth, and his eyes burn with the familiar thrum of ectoplasm heating up behind his eyes. "If I didn't believe you were half of Vlad before, I do now."
His other self -- and really, can he even call him that? He's half of Vlad too. Two halves severed from each other and welded together to make a new whole, -- snaps his head over to him. Wild-eyed and furious, he looks unlike the man Danny fought before, the one unruffled and untouched, unbothered by the world around him. It's familiar, but not like the way a reflection is.
"What's that supposed to mean." The Other hisses, matching Danny's scowl one-for-one with fangs much bigger and sharper than his.
But there's a reason lions fear hyenas. Danny matches the rumble in The Other's chest with one of his own, and shoves his face close to his. "I don't lose."
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dp prompt#danny phantom prompt#dan phantom#dark danny#not meant for any particular au i just had the idea of danny going 'wow you can tell you're half of vlad' to dan and when questioned abt it#he says; 'if you were REALLY only me you wouldn't have lost' which is fucking BASED as hell. and also technically true#thought process for danny here was 'hates dan's fucking GUTS bc he tried to kill his family and friends without remorse and would actively#rip out his throat without a moment's notice.' some fr 'im going to beat you to death with my bare hands!' vibes rn.#not totally in character for danny but also i was thinking that it got to this point bc dan was goading danny about 'being his future self'#when that's not technically true. he's half of vlad too he just has danny's face and powers. and he pissed off danny enough that he#retaliated. just not in the way dan expected. dan was expecting a physical attack not a verbal one.#danny called him a loser in more ways than one.#also the reason danny never calls him 'dan' in this is because i was thinking that danny doesn't actually *have* a name to call him. bc he'#certainly not danny. but he's not vlad either. he's someone else entirely. so 'The Other' it is.#danny fenton is not the ghost king#<- down here because while its still MY DP post its not DPXDC so it doesnt need to be front and center for people to see it.
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NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???
#personal#i am emotional yes#over the years ive had this blog I've made a few posts abt being femme#nd whether they're serious or jokey..... inevitably someone in the tags goes “ohhh yeah bc pink”#or in the case of what inspired this post: someone going “what about the pink ones” on my praying mantis post#and im just.#sick of it. im sick of femme being equated to pink and frilly girlie behaviors.#im sick of femme being equated to skirts and heels. to makeup. to skincare. to pristine nails exactly almond shaped.#im sick of ppl acting like All femmes aspire to this shit. im sick of femms being reduced to this shit.#and i love pink! i love pink! my phone theme is quite literally just black and pink all over.#im just. so tired of any expression of Femme identity being shoehorned into being a Specific type of femininity#especially as someone who DOES get dysphoric wearing skirts. wearing dresses. embodying the femme aesthetic yall are so set on making#if u guys wanna rb this i truly dont care#i just needed to scream#and this is one small thing#but the 2nd largest category of anon hate i have gotten since making this blog is str8 up homophobia from other “queer” folks#saying i cant be femme bc of how i present. calling me slurs (and using them as such) bc they cant understand femme as anything but that#my wife and i have our users in our personal discord server set as 2 different things of anon hate ive gotten#i have had OTHER FEMMES tell me i am not femme. femmes who Know im femme who still call me butch. femmes who ive corrected and been blocked#-by bc of it. the number 1 largest demographic of queerfolk who have me blocked rn is TME femmes who embody pink also#and i dont think its a coincidence at all. (and i know this bc i go to try and follow these ppl bc they get rbed on my dash & i cant)#and ik their blogs arent deleted bc some of them don't block my wife (tall. white. butch) and it cant be politics cause her and i rb#a lot of the same political shit (fuck. i think she rbs More than i do even. this is genuinely mainly a nsft blog)#and usually i don't say anything but im having a bad day so i get to be angry about this and if anyone fucking tries me i will block u#idc if we've been mutuals 4ever. im judt so tired of feeling like i am not Enough as a femme bc i dont embody this shit#im sick of this lameass lip service to he/him gnc femmes etc when the thin white 50s housewife femme is still what is preferred and loved#im sick of this lamesss lip service when y'all feel entitled to theorizing on other femmes genders bc u cant conceptualize a femme who does#wanna be hypetfeminine. im sick of it. im sick of it. im sick of it.#celebrity bun
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the thing about Irondad is that i can make reality whatever i want and what i want is Tony being a cringe failure when it comes to the parenting side of things and Peter simultaneously being like "yeah he is a fucking loser" and "he's super smart though and learning from him has been awesome" and "but if he would be my dad that'd be cool." like Peter is an unreliable and a biased narrator at the same time so he thinks Tony is cool but in my eyes I know what he is. Tony is actually like "i would die for this kid" but having an emotional conversation feels like he's been asked to drag his bare ass across hot coals. he doesn't even know where to begin to accomplish that task. which is why Peter says things like "oh he doesn't say a lot of things to me about how he feels but i can read between the lines" and in his mind Tony says things that mean another thing but never are *quite* that thing. usually jokes that talk about what he means without having to say it or be vulnerable. in his POV he's freaking out that Peter is missing to the point of being physically ill about it, yet Peter couldn't imagine it's that bad or because losing *him* is the cause of that problem. that's how Irondad really is, and i can make it better because canon is my bitch now
#iron dad#tony stark#because enough with tony being emotionally vulnerable in fics#who is that man#let's be very honest here#that man was good to morgan because he had the time to learn#he got HIMSELF stuck in that teenager phase with peter (we're talking about canon)#tony isn't a great dad#but he has the POTENTIAL to get there#they're slightly better in LoF because they went through a whole different phase#peter was dropping ironman in dumpsters and then calling tony stark a bitch to his face#and tony was intrigued#and called him a snot nosed brat right back#let peter bully tony actually#there needs to be more of that energy right back#put them on equal footing#peter parker#my phone keeps vibrating at me for no reason while i type this so im a little distracted#phone people who know phones why is my phone vibrating at me there's no incoming notifs and i dont have vibrate on#i can not afford a new phone rn#ill die
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something about kai and this damn outfit.....
like oh my god imagine him leaving on that black shirt as he fucks you so rough and fast because he knows you love that shirt so much. grabbing on to his shirt trying to hold on to him as you’re such a mess under him 😵💫😵💫
or he catches you sniffing that shirt as you’re touching yourself imagining it’s his long fingers…and he just watches not wanting to interrupt but god that growing bulge in his pants are starting to hurt
fucking christ this man #needthat so so so badly
#hueromiᯓ ᡣ𐭩⋆.˚#im actually so down bad for him rn#I NEED HIM SO BADLY#hueningkai...ik you told me to call you SO GIVE ME YOUR NUMBER#yes ik im bad at writing 💀#hueningkai#tomorrow x together#txt#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#hueningkai hard hours#hueningkai hard thoughts
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Finished the wips from yesterday
#my art#ace attorney#barok van zieks#albert harebrayne#Benbaro#the great ace attorney#tgaa#tgaa2#dgs#dgs2#dai gyakuten saiban#comic#if you remember a 3rd sketch then no you don’t#I need them to make out passionately#but not in a sexy desire way#but in a#the burden I’ve been shouldering is destroying me and your presence comforts me way#just…a whole bunch of comfort kisses…please….crying rn…#cause If you don’t remember#Barok did have to step away from prosecution bc holding up the image of the reaper was getting too much for him#and it’s thought that once he published the professor/reaper cases#his image is only gonna get worse!!!#so as a Benbaro shipper#I like the idea of Barok giving in and letting himself get comforted#to let someone else take the reins#also the first one is referenced from a movie called Maurice#no idea what it’s about but I saw pics from Pinterest and I was like hell yeah#so idk if I accidentally did a funny by drawing them as the certain characters#wanna make more serious Benbaro but also can’t really take Albert seriously fjskkssja#he’s so goofy I can’t
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i just realised that in M!IK when people refer to Balam as the gargoyle theyre a probably saying that he is the gargoyle of Babyls in the sense he wards of evil like gargoyles on buildings not that his species is a gargoyle (demon)
#I will check when i have the chance so sorry if im wrong but this just occured to me. I think ive been reading this series for 3 years#Now and its only just occured to me im so stupid 🤦🏻#I assumed they called him that in the same way that Kerori is an ice demon and Asmodeus is a fire demon#I just thought it was weird bc he resembled a harpy not a gargoyle but i assumed thats just what Nishi wanted to call him#In the same vein that Kalego is the guard dog of Babyls. Balam is the gargoyle of Babyls#m!ik#balam shichirou#balam sensei#Shichirou balam#mairimashita iruma kun#mairimashita! iruma kun#welcome to demon school iruma kun#mairuma#Balam shichiro#Shichiro balam#Balam#Im so dumb i cant believe myself#I will check later but i need to do something rn#I cant be the only one who thought this tho#I hope its clear what i mean...
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Jimmy: you have a lot of goodies, you are a good boy!
Jimmy: good boy.
Joel: good girl.
Both: what?
(from Jimmy's new impossible minecraft video)
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i haven't watched the video yet but I assume that completely random change of gender is influenced by Joel being more familiar calling his dog Meri a 'good girl' whenever that phrase is used?
which....... which in every literal case whether by this reason or not......... with Jimmy................................ hhehhhhehe......... IM GOING TO EXPLODE
#joel has girl-coded himself many times before more straightforwardedly so the headcanon has weight behind it#and i kinda dig it :3333#joel is canonically jimmy's girlfriend said by the man himself and i think about them everyday#smallidarity#but in the other case Jimmy calling Joel a good boy is SOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE WHAT THE HELL IM GOING TO KILL THEM#WAUAGGHHHGGGHGGGHGHH top Jimmy is the only right answer /nsrs enjoy them however but PLEASE GUYS......#I NEED MORE JIMMY CODDLING JOEL AND TREATING HIM LIKE A PRINCESS....#Jimmy knowing full well Joel could snap him in half........ but also knowing Joel would never do that because he loves him...... WAUGGHHHHG#LET'S DOGBOY-CODE BOTH JIMMY AND JOEL!!!! DOGBOY YAOI!!!! (i cannot think rn it is 6am i NEED my yaoi)#DOGBOY YURI IS ALSO GOOD!!!! (what am i saying)#sorry the withdrawal symdrome is hitting me#asks stuff
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My thesis supervisor: I've been thinking about something you said last week - that you aren't sure if you're going to do a master's degree. I believe you mean you're considering moving to another city?
Me: ...no. I'm not sure if I'm going to do a master's at all.
Him: why not?
Me: I worry it'll be too hard for me.
Him: [gives me a long look] Do you hear yourself?
#ajsidksnsksksjd#i only went there to ask if i can skip next thesis lab and to show him the spectra i worked on over the weekend#how did we end up talking about [gestures vaguely] this#he said he never forces students to do anything but he already has a msc thesis topic for me 😭#i was like im going through a hard time rn#and he said not to take any decisions then bc it's a bad idea and to wait for it to pass instead#bc then hopefully ill 'realize what im saying now' snjhsks#he also called me meticulous and of great intellectual potential and i was just like :')))#he doesn't give compliments away on a daily basis okay#he said im just not brave enough yet and that a chemist has to be a little crazy lol#phew my goodness did i need to hear something like this#txt#op#thesis tag
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Just think about it, though...
Daisy is laying in a hospital bed, asleep. Coulson has a predisposition to stay at her bedside, especially if she hasn't woken up since coming out of surgery.
When she first wakes up, her brain feels like soup because those pain meds are working their magic almost a little too well. There's a man next to her bed, and she recognizes him as someone she feels safe with, so she says his name.
"Dad?"
Mmmmmm, that doesn't seem right. That's not his name. That's not usually what I call him.... Right?
It seems to catch his attention, though, as he smiles shyly and leans forward a bit, grabbing her hand gently. It's warm and solid and safe, encompassing her whole hand.
"Daisy? How're you feeling?"
How does she feel? Everything is hard to pinpoint, but she knows two things for sure.
"Sleepy, but better now that I've got pain meds and you here." Or maybe that's three things... She gives him a dopey smile, one that she thinks probably looks like one of the many she's seen on his face. It probably does look like his because the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, right?... Or wait, is she even hi--
He seems to give a breathy chuckle, reaching a hand to move some of her loose hair behind her ear. The warmth seems to calm the soft pounding in her head, so she leans into it. And to her satisfaction, his hand seems to stay close, his slightly calloused thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheekbone.
His presence is warm and safe and all the things that make her drowsy... And she ends up falling back asleep on accident.
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When Daisy wakes up again, she's more coherent -- the drugs were wearing off --, and Coulson is now sitting with her. She groans as she tries to wiggle her stiff body. The noise makes Coulson perk up, a little tentative, but still reaches for her hand. It felt... familiar. She decides she likes it, so she doesn't remove her hand from his.
"You're here."
"Of course. Pain meds wearing off?"
"Yeah, but I'll be okay for a little bit. It's good to feel a little pain. And I don't want to be too loopy... Which, do you know if I said anything crazy?" If Daisy didn't know any better, she would've missed the slightest bit of red in his cheeks as he seemed to smile to himself.
"Meh, nothin' too crazy... You may have called me, 'Dad.'"
That was him??? Oh....
"But... Honestly?... Is that too far from the truth?"
#just a lil drabble#a fluffy lil thing to enjoy bc we all need some rn#daisy calling coulson dad makes me feel things#and i feel like the only time she would genuinely call him dad is if she was under the influence of heavy heavy pain meds 😭💀#i dunno. it was just a thought and now you all have to suffer with it too#agents of shield#phil coulson#daisy johnson#fluff#minor whump ig???#phil coulson is daisy johnsons dad fr fr. fight me. 😤
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the neediest, whiniest, most pathetic moan i just let out oh my god
#I. NEED. DICK.#I. NEED. IT.#INSIDE ANY OF MY HOLES IDC#JUST….NEED HIM IN MEEEEEEEEEEE#*FERAL RABID GROWLING*#foaming at the mouth rn#i wanna be filled like a damn cream filled donut#just so full of him I physically can’t hold it all in#i once saw this quote that said “call me cinderella cuz i’ll always make it fit”#…yeah#hongjoong smut#hongjoong hard thoughts#joongie#☕️
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DAY 2: Romance
Consistency??? Sorry I've never met her, she sounds nice @owl-bones
#badsansuary#horrortale#horrortale sans#undertale fanart#undertale au#self insert#self ship#x reader#y/n#sorry for the redacted those are spoilers for the fic I'm working on (ir's gonna take me 3848374 years to finish it)#why does he look so different to the literal first post I have of him? None of your business- *sweats*#uhh click for better quality???? tumblr you never was this fickle with photo quality what happened babygirl#once again#sorry for the doodle#it's all i could muster#rendering this looks like a nightmare#hes so baby girl i need him (delusional)#btw this uses a different brush bc I drew this first and i had no idea how to use the program i'm using rn#Graye Draws#program is called krita btw its free and for PC#looks like photoshop#ok ill shut up now#Graye's Art
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Day one suffering rivals withdrawl i need to see my big mann,,,,,,
#marvel rivals#snap chats#wheezing dying coughing throwing up. that might just be because i ate#HELP MEEEEE I WANNA PLAY RIVALS :(((((((( STUPID LAPTOP#big beefy magnet man who can pop my head like a grape 🥺 i need to see him 🥺#just reminded myself last night at the wee hours of the evening i saw the most beautiful rival mags are#and i didnt rb it like a fucking. IDIOT#i remember the artist so i could just. look em up…… too lazy for that rn….. moving on…#I WANNA PLAY WITH MY MAGNET MAN //explodes room with my telekinesis//#my big beefy wall magnet man 🥺 i wanna protect my teammates and throw rocks at people 🥺#i love how i refuse to call it meteor or whatever sorry im too used to calling it ‘rock’ from when id play sigma#am i really going to spend all jight thinking bout how much i wish i could play rivals. i need. MEDICAL INTERVENTION !!!!!!!!!#it is not my fault i miss my big man Sir Thats My Emotional Support War Criminal Can I Have Him Back#please…. prety please… i need to listen to how he enunciates things again…#i love how he speaks and the way he pronounces things… why he sound like that lol… i love him…#someone put fucjing NONSENSE in my wrap tonight i swear. im gonna go be like Semi Normal#thats right two hours of nothing but me and the road and the same thirty songs i listen to#and my magneto plush…….. hhhhhh magneto…..#BYE GET HELP !!!!!
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I’m being extreeeeemely self indulgent here... (almost to an embarrassing point) buuut... well, since he loves to commission artists to make portraits of himself, I STRONGLY headcanon that Lucio would appreciate an MC who likes to draw him lol
#the arcana#The Arcana Game#count lucio#lucio morgasson#I'm the queen of self inserting#you can call me cringe i understand#im not gonna stop though#lets consider this a gift to myself and to all lucio lovers who also enjoy drawing lol#i also headcanon that he doesnt need mc to be the best artist in the world to go head over heels#just seeing a doodle of himself makes him go crazy happy#I might post a censored version in insta cause there's people I know irl there#and posting p*rn is one thing...#but this goes TOO FAR LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO
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