#maybe its the wisdom tooth i have over there its been popping out pretty good for the past couple months

[gma-crafts]

Alaskan Marmalade

Word Count: 2,628 Warnings: mentions anxiety attack, a lot of sled dog trivia, inaccuracies regarding the topography of New York and also the sled dog bit Characters: James Rhodes, Tony Stark, Paddington Bear Summary: When Tony sat down on the park bench to get some fresh air after a bad day, he didn’t expect to meet a new friend. Especially not one with paws and a sweet tooth.

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Written for my lovely @colins-farrells, hope you like it! <3000

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The soft chirping of songbirds cut through the steady noise of New York’s afternoon traffic, mixed with the chatter of flocks of tourists making their way to Bethesda Fountain. A chilly autumn breeze rustled through the treetops, their leaves only tinted ever so slightly, barely visible against the sun. The gravel of the path looping Pilgrim Hill gritted under his Italian dress shoes and mixed into the buzzing of the city around him, yet all Tony heard was his own blood rushing in his ears.

Some heads turned after him; a few cameras clicked when he strut towards the Angel of the Waters, but he didn’t pay it a second thought and followed one of the smaller paths eventually getting him to Sheep Meadow. Tony was still restless and upset, his head replaying the argument that made him practically run into the artificial tranquility of Central Park, but both his sprint down East 72nd and his attire (bespoke, of course, but definitely not made to literally run from your problems) more or less forced him to make a beeline for one of the benches and take a seat.

It was oddly deserted today, and Tony was thankful for that. He needed some quiet, some sensory deprivation to keep his mind from buzzing so goddamn much it gave him a headache, his brain and heart pumping so many chemicals through him so fast he had to loosen his tie and slip his cold fingers under the collar of his dress shirt to keep his neck from flushing.

Tony took a ragged breath. Shhh, he told his brain. Lemme think clear for a second. He pressed his indexes into the base of his skull, posture slumping down more with every new breath, as if the arc reactor gained weight with each intake of his lungs and slowly dragged him to the ground. Eventually, his heart calmed down enough to make his chest stop clenching around the metal tin in his sternum, and with the pressure leaving his ribcage, he relaxed.

God, he must look so stupid. A grown ass man in a three-piece suit the price of a small car, sitting on a park bench with an anxiety attack because he had a fight with his fiancé? Sometimes he had a hard time believing he ran a successful multi-billion dollar company. And to be precise, the tiny mean voice in his head chimed up, it wasn’t even a fight - you just overreacted and wreaked all your anger on Rhodey.

Tony hated this voice, mostly because it was right. He had been in a terrible mood all day, and Rhodey just had happened to be the person he took it out on. It wasn’t even something substantial, just the usual sting about how SHIELD and media loved to bask Captain America in the best light, and have Iron Man take the piss for even the slightest inconvenience. Tony had learned years ago to not give a flying frick about the Bugle’s headlines. But today, when Steve had the chance to correct them and then didn’t, and everyone just went along with kissing Cap’s spandex-clad hiney, not only ignoring that Tony did the lion’s share of the work, but also side-eyeing him for confronting Steve about it? Well, that pissed him off pretty much.

And to make this day perfectly horrible, he had decided to go and vent to Rhodey, only to be met with the stoic boldness he usually admired about his fiancé, but sent him through the roof today. He had just wanted someone to be on his side, to flip off the rest of the team and maybe even gossip about Clint’s horrible new haircut, but Rhodey had just kissed his cheek, told him to mess with their new suits’ measurements as payback and walked off with the promise of running him a hot bath. Tony must’ve been the first person to snap at the prospect of bubbles and essential oils, but yes, that was pretty much from where it all went downhill.

A ruffle to his left intruded his train of thought, and Tony sat back up to snark at the unlucky bastard disturbing his self-loathing, only to lift a few inches off the bench with an embarrassingly shrill yelp.

“Odin’s beard are you trying to get me into cardiac arrest? ‘Cause this was damn near successful, buddy,�� he burst out, before giving the intruder another once-over. “You on the run from PeTA or somethin’?”

The creature trying to take a seat next to him slipped off the bank at his sudden eruption, and stared at him in what Tony could only call confusion. They both looked at each other silently for some seconds, Tony mentally bargaining with his fight or flight response, before the other slowly rose a - paw? - and lifted his shabby crimson hat, revealing a pair of small stubby ears.

“Wait, so you’re a… bear? In a hat and a duffel coat?”

“Good day Sir, name’s Paddington, Paddington Brown. I didn’t mean to scare you, nor give you a heart condition. May I offer you a nice marmalade sandwich as an apology?” the bear answered, and Tony decided the attire still was weirder than the British accent. His instincts figured the bear called Paddington wasn’t actually life-threatening, and his heart rate slowed down again.

“It’s alright, fuzzy. Pump’s still working. That what you do for a living? Sneaking up on people in Central Park and giving them a spook?” Tony’s voice was back to its usual soothing timbre, and encouraged by that, the bear climbed up on the bench again and started explaining.

About fifteen minutes later, Tony had called the Brown family - currently visiting Mrs. Brown’s niece -  to inform them that yes, Paddington had gotten lost again, and that yes, they could pick him up at the Stark Tower in New York as soon as they could comfortably make it. After that, he had ordered Happy to pick them up at the Infantry Memorial, and to not freak out over his guest being a bear the size of an eight-year-old. 

They were rounding a corner midway into a conversation about oranges when Paddington’s attention shifted to something on Tony’s right. Tony followed his gaze and spotted one of the large statues all scattered over Central Park. The bear excused himself and eagerly padded towards the broad rock guarding the path; Tony rose a brow and followed foot.

“Oh, what a lovely looking dog,” Paddington remarked as Tony came to a halt next to him. The large, bronze siberian husky guarding the pompous inscription “Endurance. Fidelity. Intelligence.” was supposed to be a memoriam of “American Heroism”, but whenever Tony saw it all he could think was is this a blep, or a mlem?

“That’s Balto,” he informed Paddington while they approached the statue. The bear studied the embedded plaque, before turning back to Tony.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand any of this, but he does seem like a good boy,” he said, and Tony huffed. He rubbed a finger over Balto’s cool bronze paw and leaned onto the massive stone the dog was standing on.

“He was a sled dog, lived around the 1920s in Alaska. Led a team of other huskies and his musher on a famous run to deliver much needed medicine to a city in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of winter.”

“Well, I’m no expert for statues, but that seems like a very adequate reason to be rewarded with one,” Paddington answered with a soft smile.

“Y’know, I’d agree with you, fuzzy, but Balto was given the entire cake when there were actually multiple teams of sled dogs doing the trip. He didn’t even run the longest leg, he just happened to be the one to actually arrive in the city. Another dog ran about seven times the distance, saving his pack and his musher two times, yet the newspapers pictured Balto and his owner as if they’d run the entire race by themselves,” Tony explained, and he couldn’t fail to notice how oddly enthusiastic he got over journalists wrong-doing a sled dog several decades ago.

Paddington thought about this for some minutes, brows furrowed under the brim of his crimson hat. He then looked up at Tony and asked, “But Balto and his owner didn’t ask them to only praise their team, right? The papers decided that on their own?”

“Uhm, no he didn’t,” Tony answered, confused, “But when the first headlines popped up, Balto’s musher could’ve told them that it was actually the other dog, Togo, who did the most work. It would’ve been right. It would’ve been fair.”

“Sometimes there’s no harder task than doing what’s right, I’m afraid,” Paddington responded, and his words carried a wisdom so unfitting for a bear in a childrens jacket, it actually left Tony at a loss of words for a moment.

“Yeah you got a point there, but still. He should’ve just said, ‘Oh thanks, but we actually didn’t do the lion’s share of the race.’ Togo’s musher was really upset when he heard that no one appreciated the struggle his team went through, and honestly I can’t blame him. I mean, Balto still didn’t deserve to almost starve to death in some shady zoo after all the ruckus  calmed down,” He admitted, suddenly remembering how the story had continued for Alaska’s canine hero, “But his fame was undeserved and Togo got robbed of what he rightfully earned.”

Paddington’s face had dropped when he heard about Balto’s fate, and Tony hurried to assure him that he was soon rescued from that awful place. They both had continued walking and reached their destination in comfortable silence, Tony still brooding over how he snapped at Rhodey, and the bear deep in thoughts about heaven knows what.

Happy already awaited them. He rose a brow at Paddington’s polite introduction, then just shrugged and tossed a “caught you doing worse, boss,” at Tony before closing the door. They merged into traffic smoothly and headed straight towards Stark Tower. For about half the ride they said nothing, Tony toying with the grey and red engagement ring on his hand, Paddington just looking out of the tinted window. But eventually, the bear turned back to him.

“Mr. Stark, excuse me for bringing this back up, but there’s something I don’t understand about the whole sled dog event,” he started, fidgeting with his seatbelt, “I’ve given this plenty of thought, but I just fail to understand why dedicating a statue to the dog doing the actual work is so important. As far as I’m concerned about dogs, they only care about statues if they need to spend a penny on their morning walks.”

Tony couldn’t help but snort at Paddington’s choice of words. Then again, the bear had a point there, didn’t he?

“And speaking of caring,” Paddington continued before Tony could put actual thought into an answer, “I can’t help to believe that Togo couldn’t have cared less about the press articles, as long as he had a nice and loving home - not like his poor friend.” His eyes drooped slightly at that thought, before they met Tony’s yet again, earnest worry deepening his frown. “He did have a nice home, didn’t he?”

Tony needed a minute to recap his knowledge about Togo’s homelife, but then met the bear’s gaze and smiled.

“Yeah, yeah he actually did have a nice owner. Had a rough start, with the pup being so wimpy yet damn stubborn and with an entire beehive in his bonnet, but he was a natural leader. His owner said Togo’s been the best dog he’s ever had. They raced together for years, and his owner kept him til he died. So yep, in the long run, Togo kinda came out as the winner,” Tony explained, his brain stumbling over what he had just said. Was he still talking about dogs?

“I’m delighted to hear that,” Paddington answered and looked every bit like it. “A dog so brave and loyal can call itself happy to have someone believing in him despite of everyone. But tell me, Mr. Stark - how come you’re so educated on this topic?”

“Well, back when-,” Tony started, but got interrupted by Happy rolling down into the tower’s garage and turning off the engine. He quickly informed JARVIS about their expected guests before tagging along with Paddington to the elevators and up into his penthouse.

Rhodey looked up at the small mechanic ping of the elevator doors, the soft smile dropping along with his jaw as soon as a bear (a bear?) stepped out of it and let his eyes wander around the place curiously.

“Tony. Tony why is this bear tipping its hat at me?” Rhodey asked, gaze fixed on their small visitor inspecting a vase twice his size. He hadn’t expected his fiancé back anytime soon, but he sure as hell hadn’t expected him to tag along a wild animal dressed like a preschooler. Tony kicked his shoes off and threw his jacket over a chair before scooting over to Rhodey.

“It’s a long story, but a funny one, I promise. But first,” Tony got on his tiptoes, cupped Rhodey’s face and planted a quick, but firm kiss on his lips, “I’m sorry. I’m an idiot and you’re way too sweet to me. Honestly, way, way too sweet. I’m so lucky to have you.” He underlined every sentence with another kiss, and Rhodey couldn’t help but smile into them before gently pushing Tony away.

“Not that I’m one to turn down such an apology, but help me out here. You come home upset, you snap at me for offering you a bubble bath. You go because you need some air. You come back and bring plenty of these, “ another kiss, “and. Well. An upright walking, dressed up bear.”

“Oh, he talks, too,” Tony added, looking over where Paddington got cornered by their cats Susu and Mochi. The third one, Jonathan, was rubbing his cheek on Tony’s leg with a loud purr. “But yeah, since we parted I met fuzzy over there and had plenty of sled dog discourse, so-”

“Oh don’t tell me you ranted over Togo again,” Rhodey interrupted him, the look on Tony’s face telling him he hit bulls eye.

“How on earth would you know-”

“Because I was present at your first MIT campus party, and one of the unlucky people witnessing your drunk monologue over, what did you call it? ‘America's biggest canine tragedy’, if I’m correct,” Rhodey grinned and picked up Jonathan before he could commit homicide on Tony for ignoring him.

Just as he was about to ask Rhodey if he had any proof to back up this scrumptious accusation, they were startled by a loud clang, and an early MARK’s helmet rolled into the living room, followed by Paddington.

“Apologies, Mr. Stark, I didn’t mean to knock it over! I was just wondering where you’re keeping your marmalade sandwiches in this, and then it went tumbling all of a sudden, “ the bear hurried to explain, picking the helmet up carefully.

“Marmalade sandwiches?” Rhodey asked, his eyebrow raising the very moment JARVIS informed them that the Browns had arrived to pick Paddington up.

Tony shrugged. “I’ll explain later. Gotta drop fuzzy off in the lobby first. Then we’ll talk, okay? And kiss. Lots of kissing. Actually, we could drop the talking for star-”

“Go and return your teddy, before he starts shedding. No offense, Paddington,” Rhodey laughed.

“None taken, Sir,” Paddington replied as he and Tony entered the elevator once again. Tony pressed the button for ground level before turning back to Rhodey, meeting his eyes.

“Love you, Platypus.”

“Love you too, Tones,” Rhodey answered, and the elevator doors closed over his smile.

[fanficsrusz]

Toothache - John Wick oneshot

A/n: so this was requested by @babymadz. Its kinda on the shorter side but its fluff. I hope you enjoyed it and im sorry if its not that good im kinda having some family issues at the moment so im not 100% commited to writing at the moment 😅

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Stepping in the shower, john let the hot stream of water wash over his body. Sighing he brushed his hands through his hair. John had taken some time off from his work and word had gotten out that he had become 'soft' because of a certain girl. Well girl was a term john used loosely, he would describe her as more of a God. He smiled thinking about her. Maybe he had gone a little soft because of her. Her name was y/n and for some reason unknown to him, she had fallen in love with him and accepted his marriage proposal more than two years ago. She was always kind and put others first despite the countless times john had told her to not forget about herself and to not let people abuse her. She had this glow about her that made anyone within a 5 mile radius get drawn to her. Her jokes were lame but kept john entertained for hours. She was beautiful on the inside and out.

He looked down at the gold wedding band on his finger and his smile grew even larger, this was the first time in a while he had truly been happy and it was all thanks to her.

Before he knew it the bathroom door slammed open, interrupting his train of thought. 'speak of the devil' john thought just before the shower curtain was drawn back abruptly and y/n stood there, her face red and stained with tears. John was shocked to see his normally smiley wife a crying mess. "Y/n? What happened? Who hurt you?" his voice was serious as jumped out of the shower so he could check over her body, looking for any indication that she had been hurt. Seeing nothing he was confused and so took in her appearance. Comfy shorts and one of John's old shirts. Her hair flowed loosely around her face, finished off with a bit of popcorn stuck to a strand and it soon became apparent as to what caused her to cry. "what movie was it this time?" he laughed and she just sobbed harder as she leant forward to hug him "marley and me" she said, well that's what john interpurated the sounds between cries to be. He laughed again as he leant down to rest his head on top of hers before giving her a small kiss. "y/n its only a film. No dog was killed for real" she pulled back and looked up at him through wet eyelashes before looking down at his naked form. She blushed instantly despite the fact that she had seen him naked thousands of times. John laughed at her actions before grabbing a towel and wrapping it around himself. "come on. We'll go watch a movie were no animals die" he began to lead her out towards to living room before leaving her to go get dressed.

A few minutes later and john came out seeing y/n sat on the floor looking through movies, all evidence of her previous crying session was gone and replaced with her usual smile. She stood up turning to him as she grabbed the popcorn that was placed on the table. Popping a piece in her mouth she walked towards john "babe, i thought we cou- OW"  she stopped halfway through her sentence as she grabbed her mouth in pain and john rushed over. "let me see" he asked opening her mouth blood slowly filling it. "looks like you've cracked a tooth. We have to go to the dentist" y/n stepped back shaking her head. "NO! Its ok i can just take so- OW" another wave of pain shocked her. John knew of her fear of the dentist and stepped forwards holding her shoulders "you have to go. I'll be right there with you holding your hand. It won't be that bad. I promise" he kissed her forehead before she sighed, '' I have no choice but to do it do i" she said carefully trying not to cause herself anymore more pain and john just pushed her towards the bedroom "nope. Go get dressed and i'll make an emergency appointment."

Within 20 minutes, y/n was laid down in the dreaded dentist chair and her hand nervously tapped on the arm rest as the dentist looked in her mouth. John placed a hand on her leg and rubbed it soothingly just as the dentist stepped back ready to give his diagnosis. "well it seems you have chipped a part of your wisdom tooth so we can just remove it for you today" he said it so calmly and y/n sat up tears in her eyes. "are you sure? Won't it hurt? Im-"

The dentist cut her off before she could ramble on with any more questions. "Mrs Wick, your husband has already told me about your fear and rest assured, you will only feel some mild pain for a day or two after the surgery. You would be completely anesthetized and will feel no pain, think of it more as a little nap. It will take no more than an hour" the dentist said it in such a way that y/n felt silly for even being scared and out of embarrassed just nodded as she agreed to go along with the procedure. "ok give me 5 minutes and i will get the anesthetist and we can begin" he smiled and walked out. Y/n laid down again as fear consumed her. John leaned down and kissed her deeply "y/n don't worry, i will be right here" to shaken to speak she just nodded again as she laid waiting for the torture begin.

An hour later and the dentist had called john back into the room where y/n had the surgery. "Mr Wick, everything went fine and she is perfectly alright however she will be a little out of it for the next couple of hours or so, so just watch out for her and make sure she takes her pain medication regularly" he lead john into the room where y/n sat talking to the nurse about something with a big grin on her face, her mouth stuffed full of wool. 'so far she seems normal' he thought but he was soon proven wrong. As y/n caught sight of john she grabbed the nurse and pulled her closer "you see this is my husband he's actually a secret ninja but but you cant tell no one" she pulled her finger to her lips making a shushing noise and john just laughed awkwardly hoping the nurse would just take it lightly and not think she was telling the truth and luckily she did. "she has quite the imagination" the nurse laughed and john nodded "you have no idea" he stepped forward and began to help y/n up "come on let's get you home." she reached out for his face like a child before she began to poke and pull it. "you're really good looking and i want to kiss you but my husband would kill you if he found out" she whispered and john laughed "well you are pretty special to him".

At this time, y/n attention span was the same as a toddler and she couldn't keep to one conversation the whole ride home. Once they were finally parked outside john helped her to the front door as she spoke gibberish about some fairy. He let go of her for one second to unlock the door before turning around to her. "ok lets get you t- y/n" as he turnt around, she was gone and he panicked "Y/N!" he shouted not being able to see her but then her laugh broke the silence and he followed it around the house and made his way to the garden where she sat playing with a stray cat. He walked over to her slowly and he could begin to hear her talking to the cat softly ".... I really love him mr kitty cat. He's the beeeessssssttttt. He's tall he's handsome he can kick people's asses and he's reallllly good in bed" john smiled and walked closer before crouching down next to her scaring the cat off. She looked up at him before smiling "Jooooohhhhnnnnnn there you are. I just wanted to tell you i love you and that i want to have the sex with you" she laughed and booped his nose. John looked dow. At her "as much as i would love to have the sex with you, you need to rest. Come on" he scooped her up and made his way inside before putting her in bed. After an hour of y/n talking nonsense and john just laughing at her, she finally fell asleep as john stroked her hair. Despit her swollen face and messy hair, she was still the most beautiful girl he had even seen. He smiled as he leaned down to kiss her forehead before slowly getting out of the bed, careful not to disturb her.

Five hours later and a groggy y/n staggered out of the bedroom holding her face. John looked up and smiled when he saw her "hey" he said and she just looked at him before making her way over and falling on top of him "my face hurts and im hungry" she mumbled hiding her face in his stomach as an attempt to hide from the pain. He stroked her hair and she looked up at him "thank you for looking after me. What can i do to repay you?" she hugged him and he just smiled. "being next to me is more than enough" he kissed her on the lips and she smiled " no seriously". John looked up and thought for a second before smirking. "well if i remember correctly a little someone called y/n promised to have the sex with me. That might be a good place to start" he laughed holding her cheeks in his hands and she sat up. "I said that?" john sat forward and kissed her gently before nodding "yep". It was her time to smirk "in that case i will have the sex with you as payment for you taking such good care of me" john smiled brightly but y/n just laid back down again "but maybe in a week or so because my face hurts to much" john laughed "cock block" he laughed as he stroked her hair slowly sending her back to sleep "youre too good for me. sweet dreams my favourite little toothache." he smiled relishing in the happiness that y/n had given him over the last few years and for many more years to come.

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A/n: i hate the dentist so very very much....

[milesnora94]

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[myheroaizawashota]

[we love a good take two moment for aizawa x reader where this time its the readers turn for a wisdom tooth removal! I think this will be incredible whole some and adorable and maybe even a bit to much for Shouta to handle on his own! Hahah]

“She’ll be fine, it’s just an in and out little procedure. Well give her a little local anesthetic through an IV, numb her up a bit and she’ll be out of here in two hours, no problems”

That was two and a half hours ago. Worry now settling into his chest, Aizawa gave a ragged sigh, eyes lazily casting towards the door that seperated the pristine white dental rooms from the small crowded waiting area, cluster with toys and out dated magazines. What was taking so long? While the rationality of his brain worked to synthesize logical explanations for the increase in procedure time, his heart worked viciously against his mind turning his reason into worry. While his brain knew nothing was wrong, his heart was still relieved when the nurse popped her head through the divider, her eyes still casted down on her clip board. “Mr . Aizawa? Your wife is all done.”

Giving a hum he stood to his feet, gathering your belongings into his arms arms before approaching the half opened door, slithering himself inside as he followed the dental assistant. She gave him a painted smile, her voice a soft whisper as she opened the door to the room that kept you prisoner. “So shes going to be a little out of it for a bit. The procedure went well, but we did run into a minor complication. Nothing bad! It just seemed during the procedure you’re wife was just a bit giggly from her anesthesia.“

Your lovers eyes rolled over your currently unconscious body, a brow raising as he moved to brush his lanky fingers through your hair. Pulling your hair back from your eyes, he tucked it behind your ears his voice a low mumble “giggly? I’m not surprised. That sounds exactly like the kind of thing I’d expect from her. Other than that, i assume everything else went fine?” He asked, the corners of his lips pulling up gently. It was a subtle smile but it was present none the less. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought thst you would put him through all the worry in the world, just because you couldn’t stop laughing.

The hygienist gave a hum and flipped through the chart in her hands, thoroughly making sure she didn’t miss any information. “Other than her laughter slowing the procedure down just a bit, everything else seemed to go as the doctor would have hoped, she was an a model patient” she grinned setting the clip board down. “Now the anesthetic may take a little longer than usual to wear off. Because she was so giggly we did have to give her a little more sedation. She’ll probably be pretty loopy for the rest of the night as well as in a bit of discomfort, try to keep her relaxed for the night.”

Giving a firm and understanding nod, your husband let his fingers gently move to your shoulder, he applying a bit of force as he shook your body slightly. Your body started to come back to life as your eyes began to flutter open, your lips struggling to pull their way into a grin, the novicane seeming to hold them numbly in place. You were happy to see that the first face you saw was your husbands. Most people didn’t share the same feelings of joy and excitement when they looked into those tired and uncaring eyes of his, but to you there was no better sight. Struggling to control your body, your limbs feeling as if each one of them weight about sixty pounds, you barely made your way to your feet. Had the pro hero not been as stealthy and swift as he was, your face would have been met with the cold disgusting linoleum of the dentist floor. “Be careful please, we’ve spent all morning at the dentist, I’m not entirely keen on spending the rest of the day in emergency services if you crack your head open.” He sighed, his arms effortlessly moving to guide your body into his side, he guiding you forward and out of the room.

You couldn’t help but giggle, you snorting every so often as you did. You couldn’t help but smile through the numbness, the sensation making you all but laugh more. “Why did you have other things in mind for us when we get home, lover boy!” you all but attempted to seductively slur out. The minor dribble of blood mixed with saliva that slithered down your chin also seemed to deter your husbands arousal, he shaking his head in response. As you stood gawking at your lover with a set of sultry eyes, your legs began to wobble, all of your body weight crumbling against the unsuspecting hero.

Thinking fast, he steadied his body and held his arms out, catching your numbed body with a grunt. Lord help him, he could tell you were going to be a handful tonight. The hygienist gave a soft laugh of her own watching as your husband effortlessly scooped you up bridal style, he responding to her with a set of eyes that were far from amused. “You said she’ll be like this all night?”

The nursing assistant nodded her head causing you to laugh, though in honesty laughing seemed to be the only thing you could do. Head collapsing under its own weight, you let your temple knock a bit roughly into the others chest as your heavy eyelids began to close once more. What was he going to do with you. While he was expecting you to come back needing a bit of assistance, he wasn’t expecting you to come back stoned out of your mind. Carrying you out of the office, he sighed and settled your body into the car. Glancing in your direction as his ears heard your failed “psssts”, they coming out more spit than whispers, his brow rose as he hummed in response to your attempt to capture his attention, “what?”

You couldn’t help but snicker, shoulders swaying side to side as you built up your momentum, throwing your body closer to his, the top of your head now moving to brush against his shoulder. “You’re really cute...” you giggled “when we get home, I’m gonna suck your-“

“NO. There is absolutely no way that is what’s happening when we get home. I shouldn’t have to point out the obvious, but you’ve just had oral surgery. While I’m not a dentist I don’t think oral sex is the best idea when it comes to after care. Not to mention the fact you can’t even hold your own body up.”

Even with your mind as clouded as it was, you could still hear the flustered tone of his voice and see the hints of pink that spread across his typically grey cheeks. Giggling you let your face hide in his shoulder, before pressing a sloppy kiss to others shirt. Settling yourself back into the passenger seat you could feel you’re body growing heavy as your eyes began to shut. It wasn’t long until you were left unconscious again, Shouta sighing in relief. He didn’t anticipate things this bad, tonight was going to test his patience.

-

When you’re eyes had finally managed to pry themselves open you were home, laying alone in your bed. Displeased by this, you attempted to roll your way to your feet admittedly falling out of the bed with a thud. You couldn’t help but snort and laugh, your body far to numb to even care you hit the ground. Through your laughter you desperately tried to make your way to your feet, but sadly the closest you got was sitting up against the bed...and even that was short lived as you soon fell back to your side with uncontrollable giggles.

Concerned with all the ruccus, the door to your bedroom popped open, a very annoyed Aizawa standing in your presence. You couldn’t help but grin up at him, body shaking as you pressed your lips together in an attempt to hold back your laughter “i fell out of the bed...” you snorted out, the laughter bursting past your lips like water bursting from a pipe. “I fell out of the beeeeeeed”

Pressing his fingers roughly into his temples, Shouta let out a very exasperated sigh, he moving to gather you from the floor “why did you try to leave the bed?”

Fighting against him as he worked to place you back on to the mattress, you gave a grunt, wiggling around in his arms. Your body floundered as you tried to hold your grounds, head shaking as you tried to push away from your lovers arms “cause I want to come out in the living room and sit with you duuuuh! I missed you’re cute handsome face and i love you so muuuuuch”

He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the edges of his mouth. While he was happy to know you loved him, he’d preferred if you stayed in bed. When you’re struggle became more persistent, you absolutely refusing to rest any longer, your far to tired lover gave in and allowed you to sit out in the living quarter with him. He followed behind you cautiously as you bumped your way across every wall and corner on your way, “you’re going to be the death of both of us tonight.” He huffed, watching as in an instance you darted your way towards the couch, arms pulled far behind your back as you leant yourself forward.

Wrapping his scarf around your body, he gently yanked you into his hold, pressing your back against his front. A shiver ran down your spine as you felt the others lips press a kiss to the top of your ear, his warm breath beating against your ear as he whispered, “You’re driving me crazy tonight. I love you but if you do not sit on this couch and relax QUIETLY I’m going to loose my patience.”

A pout played on your lips, you wriggling to turn around as your eyes threatening to spill with tears. “Are you mad at me baby...”

He couldn’t take the sad look you responded with, he closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath releasing you from his capture weapons hold. It wasn’t fair for him to snap at you, it’s not like any of your behavior was intentional. Letting his lips press to your temple he gently lead you to the couch, sitting himself down before helping to lower your body carefully on to his own. “No I’m not mad at you, i just wish you would take it easy. I don’t want to see you hurt yourself. You’re not thinking rationally, I’m just...worried about you.”

Wiping your hand across your mouth to collect the drool that seeped past the corners, you sniffled and rested your head against his chest. It brought your mind back to reality, just for a second. You snuggled your way closer to him as your lips pressed to the underside of his chin. “Can we watch a movie?”

At ease with your much more relaxed behavior, the typically uninterested and detached lover of yours leant in and pressed a small kiss at the edges of your lips, humming in response. “One movie.”

Content with this, you reached your arms out for the remote, your fingers struggling to grip the object as you scrolled through the movies you two had available to watch. It didn’t take you long to find something you wanted to watch, the two of you deciding a Disney movie would do. Well you decided this, Shouta wasn’t a fan of musicals or animated movies, but for you he’d suffer through it. Though, not even the big bad erasure hero himself could deny he didn’t thoroughly enjoy watching the movie with you, even if through out the entirety of the movie all you did was sing terribly off key with every song that came on. It was all fun and games until you began to attempt danciny along with some scenes. It was when you nearly broke the coffee table, you were back to being restrained on your husbands lap. It was a tiring and trying two hours for the both of you, but by the time the movie had ended you had managed to burn off all the energy that was left in your system. Still humming some of the songs from the movie well after it had ended, your eyes closed, body curling in on itself as you tucked away in the others side. Happy to see you’ve finally calmed down, he brushed a hand over your head and pressed a loving kiss against your forehead. “Let’s change the gauze in your mouth and then go to bed.”

Body now to tired and weak to fight him, you gave a single nod of agreement, glad when the other decided to lift your body instead of making you walk. Moving to curl your arms around his neck, you gave a yawn and nuzzled your nose against his jaw. “Shouta?....”

Without looking down, your husband answered with a tired yawn of his own. “Yes?”

Smiling at the soft tone in his voice, driven by his desire to sleep, you kissed his cheek before letting your body lay limply in his arms. “I love you....I know you’ll disgareee but I think you’re the best husband in the world and I’m so glad you love me back enough to put up with my crazy dumb stupid-“

Shaking his head he gently pressed his mouth to yours, stopping your ramble right there. “You’re not crazy,dumb, stupid, or any of the other remaining bad things you had to say about yourself. You do sometimes test my patience, but I love it. I love you too.”

Content to hear his words you let your body melt in his arms. You managed to push eyes open just long enough for him to care for the bandages in your mouth before the two of you made your way to bed. It wasn’t long after your body had hit the mattress that you fell asleep right against the others body. He waited himself a few moments longer to make sure you were truly passed out before falling asleep himself. He loved you, and while today was a trying test of his patience, he’d gladly do it again if you needed him to. You were right, he didn’t believe what you’d said about him being the best husband, but he was happy knowing you thought of him that way.

[raisingsupergirl]

Pre-K, Go Away

I think I might have a problem. I mean, I know I have a problem. It's just that I always claim to be a laid-back dude, all calm and collected. But ever since my wife gave me my first daughter, there's been this thing. It's not fear, exactly. And dread is too strong. It's more like reverse nostalgia—like my heart aches for the memories that I'm creating currently, and even for the ones that I haven't even experienced yet. I look at my three year old and my 8 month old, and I wish I could get back the time I'm spending with them right now. And as if that's not confusing enough, time got away from me somewhere. I spend every day cherishing the little things—the milestones and the giggles—but I blinked one day and missed something. So what did I miss, exactly? Well, at some point, my beautiful first-born went from being a toddler to a preschooler.

You'd think I would have noticed. I mean, her pre-K screening last month should have tipped me off. She counted to fifteen, named shapes, and said most of her alphabet (for the record, she can count to twenty and say her whole alphabet, but she gets a little distracted sometimes… wait, what was I saying?). She didn't do perfect, but the standardized assessment of her abilities, performing for a judge and receiving a score, it was all so surreal. It got me thinking, which is never a good thing, and suddenly I was seeing the writing on the wall everywhere I looked (not literally, thank the Lord. She hasn't reached that stage yet).

The second thing I noticed was her eating.  I've said in the past how Avery is a terrible eater. Not that she's picky, exactly. My lovely wife has made sure her palate is about a mature as a middle-aged Californian. Seriously, she loves everything from avocado toast to zucchini noodles. BUT, she takes somewhere around twelve hours to eat a single meal. At least, she used to. But as of a couple of weeks ago, she routinely "beats" my wife and I, meaning she finishes everything on her plate before we do. Which is something she did maybe once her entire life before this new change.

And as if the improved eating wasn't enough, we had to deal with the consequences of this change when we went to the dentist and were told she had not one, not two, but three cavities. Even though she—with the help of Mommy—brushes her teeth twice a day and eats less candy than any child I've ever seen, she still inherited horrible teeth with "deep grooves" from said Mommy. Two of the cavities can be filled, but the third is so bad that it's going to need a crown. A crown! Even I don't have any crowns. But what's a $600 bill when it comes to the health of a bunch of disposable baby teeth, right? Especially if they use laughing gas. Getting that on video would be worth the price on its own.

And then came the big one. A couple of months ago, we moved our youngest daughter from her cradle to a convertible crib (yes, the top comes off), which our oldest was previously using as a toddler bed. But with the baby now occupying it, where did that leave our oldest? On a mattress on the floor next to our bed, that's where. And because it was so temporary, it didn't really impact me much. But no child can survive on her parents' floor forever (at least, the parents can't survive it forever), so the day came when we had to get her an actual big-girl bed. And that day was this Sunday.

After Mommy and daughter picked out the PERFECT day bed, I tore open the package, unwrapped all 1,425 parts, and got to work. Even after doing our taxes and getting pinched all day for not wearing green (I’m like half Irish. I shouldn’t have to wear green on St. Paddy’s day!), product assembly actually took less than an hour, and I only stripped one bolt, but it wasn't the assembly that had me worried. It wasn't even the level 99 Tetris game of trying to fit the bed into the same tiny room as our baby's crib. What really had me nervous was waking my precious angels up in the morning and seeing one of them roll out of bed to greet me.

But all of this doesn't nearly do the situation justice. Her personality, her habits, phrases, and mannerisms—they surprise me daily. She has conversations with Alexa (yes, my wife allowed the devil Amazon Echo into our home, thus giving up our final thread of privacy, but happy wife, happy… never mind, I think they're listening) that astound me, and her moments of child-wisdom are matched only by her creative whimsy. It's all just too much.

Meanwhile, my wife is freaking out about our second daughter. "She's almost a year old!" she exclaims. The little monster's eating solid food, propping up on hands-and-knees, pulling up on every piece of furniture she can find, and saying, "Mama," and "Dada," like a champ. Her first tooth has popped up on the bottom, and she's trying it out on everything (let's hope it doesn't have a cavity yet). My wife's premature detachment anxiety even had her rethinking her, "I'm good with two kids," verbal contract, though only briefly. And yet, I can't help thinking I've been through all of that before. I'm not the one breastfeeding her (you're welcome for that mental image). I'm usually not the one putting her down for naps (though she's passed out on my chest as I write this, which is pretty awesome). I'm not the one who grew her in my belly.

For me, I'm not scared about our baby becoming a toddler because I already have one of those. I'm actually excited about it because our first is so awesome that I can't wait to do it all again. What I'm worried about is our first child growing PAST that awesome stage. I'm worried that what comes afterward is a bratty, know-it-all teenager who doesn't need Daddy anymore. I just want to keep her snuggled up beside me watching Clifford and Voltron forever.

Of course, I know I can't slow down time. I know change is the spice of life, and it's cyclical and all of that dumb stuff. But I think this has been the hardest stage of all for me because it's the beginning of the end. She'll likely be in pre-K this fall, in kindergarten the year after that, and then grade school. Up until now, she's been growing with us. She's learned from Mommy and Daddy, changing in our presence, depending on us. But a time is coming very soon when she's going to get her first taste of independence.  There will be other people in her life who will teach her, and feed her, and take her to prom, and steal her away from me. Okay, yeah, dramatic, but it's how I feel, so get over it.

But there's still time. I'm still my oldest's "boyfriend," and she still gets excited when she makes me proud. And, hey, even when she gets older and thinks she knows everything, I still have a few years before my second daughter's flies the coop, right? Okay, fine. I give up. Looks like the only option is to have a few more kids and keep the party going. In fact, I think I'll bring that one up at the next family meeting. And if I go missing, you'll know why. But until then, I guess I'll keep on cherishing every moment. I mean, in the end, what else is there?

[astraldragons]

You wrote tiny summoner story for Fire Emblem Heroes?! That sounds great! Can I see? Will you post it please?

1. Oh yes I did

2. Thank~

3. Here you go!

“Hello? Are you okay?”

“…Oh dear. Did I perform the ritual wrong…? I was sure that I had it right, according to those old tomes…”

“Ggh, please wake up-!”

“Ah!”

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You blink groggily, squinting in confusion. You feel as though you had just been hit by a truck, and, to make matters worse, everything around you is dark.Disoriented, you uncertainly shift and force yourself to sit up. The hood covering your face- ah, that’s why everything had been so dark- falls back. The sudden bright light of the outdoors assaults your face, causing you to groan in dismay as you cover your face.

“Oh, thank goodness you’re awake-! You had me worried there!”

You frown in confusion, still unable to process exactly where you are, or why you have on some kind of hooded cloak, before squinting and glancing towards the sound of the unfamiliar voice.

Your eyes rest on a massive… Boot?With a barely-audible gulp, your wide-eyed gaze slowly travels up, and up, and up…Peering at you with bright, amber eyes- amber?- is…No.No, no. That can’t be right.

But it looks very much like a giant, twenty-ish year old girl.

Huh. I don’t remember today being wisdom tooth extraction day, but the gas must’ve done a number on me.

She’s quite pretty, really. Her hair is red like an autumn leaf, and her- seemingly very concerned- eyes are the color of liquid amber. She’s dressed in a cloak, white as the new-fallen snow, and also appears to be wearing shining, golden armor.And she is very, very tall. She’s crouching down, her leather gloves resting on her knees, and yet she still towers over you.Judging from her gloves… You’re likely only as tall as her index finger.

Yup. Gotta be the laughing gas. They probably gave me too much…

“U-um,” you stammer, scooting backwards a bit. “…Hhhhiiii?”The girl pauses, blinking in surprise.And then she clears her throat, still looking to be rather confused. “A-ahem! Oh, Great Hero from another world! Thou hast come so far to fulfill your role in our legend!”Taken aback by her sudden speech, you can only watch in sheer, confused fascination as she plunges into what appears to be a very well-rehearsed monologue.“For our kingdom stands on the very brink of ruin,” she continues, although her tone is wavering. “And thou… Um. And thou…”You jerk in surprise as she lets out a loud noise of frustration. Her brows are furrowed as she peers down at you, clearly aggravated.“Agh… Are… Are you really our Great Hero…? You, erm. You don’t exactly look like the thee-and-thou type. Or, um. Very heroic. No offense.”You can feel a frown forming on your face. Of course you didn’t look like the heroic or majestic type! What does this lady even want from you, anyways?However, instead of chewing her out, you pause. No, you had other questions, far more pressing ones, on your mind.“E-excuse me,” you pipe up uncertainly. “I… Where am I? How did I even get here?”Her brows furrow even further, tilting her head to the side a bit. “U-um. Well, fair enough. You’re in-”“FOUND YOU!”The girl makes a rather undignified ‘eep’ at the deep, rather loud voice, her head jerking to glance behind her, out of your range of sight.“Ah-! Drat, how did one of these Emblians get here already?!” Her head turns quickly back to you, her amber eyes burning fiercely. “You stay put! I’ll take care of him, somehow!”You’re left to gape in confusion as the girl bolts to her feet and runs, her footsteps shaking the earth beneath you. Now that she’s no longer taking up most of your vision, you can see your surroundings a little better.You appear to be sitting on some kind of stone- marble, perhaps?- path, surrounded by grass. In the distance looms an enormous structure. It reminds you of those old pictures of Grecian architecture in your history textbook, but in person, it seems so much more… Grand. Intimidating.

Well, it might just be more intimidating since you’re currently about only three inches tall, but still.

And. Um. Are those clouds wrapped around the building? And covering patches of the ground?

You are very high on laughing gas, apparently.

Out in front of the huge building, the girl from earlier stands tall, her back to you. An axe is clutched in her hands, the handle easily as long as her arm. The blade is like nothing you’ve ever seen before. It’s beautiful, just like its wielder; shining white- is that pure platinum?- and gilded with gold swirls. And now you can see the source of the scary-villain-from-a-Disney-movie voice. His face is almost completely masked by his brown-and-gold helmet, and he’s covered with armor. A gold-scaled chestplate, feathered shoulderpads, metal-tipped boots, a forest-green cloak…And, in his gloved hands, is a green-hilted axe. It’s not as long as the girl’s axe, but it definitely looks heavier and. Well. More capable of doing severe damage.

The two square up, the smaller girl circling the bigger man warily.Your breath catches in your throat as she suddenly darts forward- good god, she’s fast- and strikes him square in the chest with her axe’s blade.You’re almost tempted to cheer… and then the mystery man strikes back. A blow from his heavy axe sends the girl flying backwards, a pained cry escaping her lips.

You’re not sure exactly when the scream leaves your throat. But you’re screaming, and you’re yelling for her to get up, that you can do it! Go get him!At first, you’re not sure she can even hear you. The man is approaching her quickly, his axe raised high to finish the job.

And then you see her face, half-tilted towards you.

There’s a fiery glint in the eye that you can see.

With a shocking display of speed, the girl lunges forward, her axe firmly in her grasp once more.

SMACK!

The girl stumbles.The man crumples.

And then, with a simple ‘poof!’, the man is gone in a puff of smoke.

You can only stare in startled fascination as the girl, swaying unsteadily on her feet, hesitantly makes her way over to you.And then she plunks down, nearly knocking you over as the impact of her knees hitting the path causes the ground to shake.She peers down at you incredulously. And then she weakly smiles, her breaths coming out as shallow pants.“…Whew. That takes care of him!”And then she pauses.“…I never did properly introduce myself, did I? My name’s Anna. I’m the commander of the Order of Heroes!”She pauses again before hesitantly moving her hand towards you. You flinch, but then realize that she’s extending her index finger, an expectant look on her face.…Does she want me to shake it?Assuming that, yes, that’s probably what she’s going for, you grasp her leather-gloved finger in your hands- since when did I have plum-colored gloves?- and use your arms to give it a firm shake. “And I’m Sam.” You pause. “Commander of… um. Nothing?”Her eyes go wide before she bursts out laughing, clearly not expecting your comment. Once she finishes, she clears her throat. “We, the Order, believe that Heroes should live free,” she explains. “Our enemies, however, enslave them- the fiends. This realm has gateways to the worlds where Heroes come from. The Emblian Empire, you see, invades these worlds and binds their Heroes to service. We fight for their freedom!” She pauses, her smile slowly turning into a frown. “That soldier was from the Emblian Empire, which will soon invade our neighboring kingdom, Askr. I was desperate for help, so I performed a summoning ceremony. And… you just appeared out of nowhere.”The girl, Anna, bites her lip uncertainly. “I summoned you here with the divine Breidablik. That’s the name of this relic I’ve brought.” She hesitates before pulling out a strange-looking device, one that looks almost like a white… gun? Gilded with intricate, golden patterns. For some odd reason, it occurs to you that, if a gun… blaster, thing, and a book could have a love-child, this would probably be it. “It fires something out of it, according to legend,” she continues. “But Breidablik doesn’t look like any bow I’ve ever seen.”For a second, you almost consider telling her your gun-and-book theory, but you refrain, opting to let her finish speaking.“The legend also calls it ‘the true key’, which, if raised high, will summon the Great Hero who can fire it. And… Well, that’s what I did. And now you’re here. Um. I don’t… I don’t think I messed up the ritual? I’m almost certain that I got it right, but you’re a little… Er. On the small side.”You frown and cross your arms, still rather confused.This is. Kind of feeling less and less like a drug-induced hallucination.“I, um,” she stammers quickly. “I was going to say that this is all yours? It’s a little big, but maybe-”As she shifts the Breidablik closer to you, it suddenly begins to glow an ethereal white. Anna lets out a startled noise as the relic is yanked from her hands by an unseen force, and the white light around the contraption begins to glow even brighter, surrounded by an orb of light.The orb flickers before quickly shrinking down, not stopping until it’s proportionate to your size, and floating down to rest in front of you.

Your heart nearly stops.With a quiet exhale, your fingers brush against the Breidablik…And you pick it up.It fits right in your hands, as though it were made just for you. A chill runs down your spine.You tilt your head back to look up at Anna for confirmation of what just happened- and, judging from the way her jaw is dropped and her mouth is gaping in shock, yes, yes the Breidablik had just shrunken down to accommodate your height.“Well,” she starts slowly, making a popping noise with her lip. “…I suppose that’s that! It’s. Well. All yours, now. And hopefully you can figure out how to-”“THERE SHE IS! GET HER!”“Oh hell,” Anna hisses, turning her head sharply to glance behind herself once more. “More of those Emblian soldiers…! I can’t beat them all by myself, especially not in this condition… And… Well. You’re not exactly equipped to help me.”A conflicted look crosses her face. “I’m… not sure if… Erm. We have to run, Sam. We can’t let them get their hands on you, or the Breidablik!”

‘I’m not sure if’ what?

If she can outrun them?

If she can’t outrun them, we’re both as good as dead. As much as I joke about longing for the sweet embrace of death, I’m not ready to go down. Not like this. And Anna doesn’t deserve to die.Biting your lip in concern, you almost don’t notice the sensation of the Breidablik growing warmer in your hands until Anna lets out a sharp gasp.“What- What’s that?!”Your eyes widen, quickly looking down at the Breidablik. It’s glowing once more, but this time, it’s glowing… silver?

The light grows brighter and brighter, until you can’t even bear to look at it anymore.

SHING!You gasp as the Breidablik launches out a glorious, blazing light into the air. And as the ball of light dips back towards the ground, you can see it taking shape into the form of a person.

Softly, the pointed tips of his boots meet the earth, and then his knees. Everything about the kneeling man just screams elegance.And then his eyelids flutter open, chocolate-brown eyes looking around uncertainly before locking onto you.“Ah-! You… You summoned me…?”Anna starts in surprise, quickly getting to her feet. “H-how’d you do that?! You summoned a Hero, Sam!”The man kneeling before you blinks, glancing up at Anna curiously before rising to a stand. Now both of them are looming around you, but, from what you can tell, the man is quite a bit taller than Anna. The man hesitates before returning his gaze to you. A wry smile tugs at the corner of his lips.“Well… You’re a bit small for a summoner, but I shall follow you, regardless. I am Virion, the finest archer of the fairest of realms. Delighted to be of service, my liege.”With that, Virion dips into a bow before straightening back up.

For probably the millionth time today, you find yourself rather stunned.“I-I’m Sam,” you stammer, gulping and tilting your head back even further just to try and look up at the two giants’ faces.Did he seriously just call me his liege.Anna still looks blown away at what had just happened, so at least you’re not alone.“You… You just picked up Breidablik and you’re already able to use it!” Anna exclaims. She pauses, mouth still gaping, before her eyes slowly drift to the side. She closes her mouth and frowns. “A-ah… But there’s no time to chat now. This… ‘Virion’ and I need to get to fighting.”

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When the two Heroes march back over to you, Anna looks even more drained than before, but a smile tugs at her lips. “Those two are taken care of… And it’s all thanks to you, Sam.”You blink in surprise at her words before speaking up, still a little startled as the two kneel to the ground to hear you better. “W-well, it was you guys who did all the fighting, while I just, um. Sat here.”Anna quickly shakes her head. “If you hadn’t summoned Virion here, you and I would both have been done for. Why, none of us in the Order of Heroes can actually summon Heroes ourselves. But now we have you!” Her smile grows into a grin. “Ha! I should’ve never doubted for a second that you were the Great Hero. And with your help, we can save our kingdom!”She pauses before straightening a little, her eyes gleaming with that familiar fire once more. “Our order is small, dear summoner, but welcome to our ranks. Please, help us find more Heroes to assist us. I understand that it is a daunting task, especially with your current, er, stature, but… Now that you’re here, we have a chance. And with that small chance, we can win our fight against the Empire. I just know it, Sam.”Virion eyes Anna, nodding along with her speech, before smiling and looking down at you warmly.“I just arrived, so I haven’t much of a clue as to what’s going on… But you can count me in. I shall fight under your command, Sam. And Anna, I have seen your prowess on the battlefield firsthand. It shall be an honor to serve alongside you.”As you look up at the two smiling warriors, a part of you wants to shrink away even further, out of sight. You’re just an average person, not some kind of military tactician or ‘Great Hero’ or whatnot. You don’t know if you can help to fight a war.

But another part of you feels something… blossoming.The desire to help Anna and the Order is a strong one, even if you don’t know what’s going on. But you figure that, if the magical relic chose you, then heck, why not fulfill your destiny? You can be just like a bunch of other awesome movie protagonists, like the kids from The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. Or like Eragon, from Eragon. Bilbo Baggins from The Hobbit. The list goes on and on.And now… maybe that list of cool, destiny-driven heroes now includes you, small as you are.

After all… it can’t hurt to try.

“Count me in.”

[4yue]

idk what happened in the past two hours that made my face suddenly want to kill me but im dying