#milo writing

[miloscozycorner]

𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬.

Carer!Natasha Romanoff x Little!Reader

• As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were feeling under the weather. As always, Natasha makes sure to take gentle care of her stubborn baby.

cw: age regression.

( 1007 Words )

It started with a runny nose. You assured Natasha it was just seasonal allergies, and you had to adjust to the winter. Hesitantly, she had taken your word for it- though of course, she always worried about you pushing yourself too far.

Then, you started to get a headache. And the sore throat and cough. You tried to brush it off, but when Natasha woke early in the morning to see you drenched in a cold sweat, shivering and coughing, she knew you weren’t okay.

She also noticed how small you seemed- you held your stuffed animal tight, grumbling and fussy. “Hey little bug, are you feeling icky?” Natasha murmured as she leaned over you as you shivered, nodding at her words.

With a cough you nodded, “It feels hot n’ then cold, mama.” You mumbled, frowning. Natasha tutted, placing her soft hands on your forehead. She hissed as she felt the head radiating from your skin.

“Baby, you’re burning up.” Natasha cooed, wincing when you hacked and coughed loudly with a wheeze. “Oh honey, you’re definitely sick. Here, I can send a text to your boss-”

God, you hated having to admit that you were getting sick. You pouted, groaning in frustration. “But I got work!” You whined, getting more distressed at the idea of not being able to go about your daily tasks.

Natasha sighed, shaking her head as she ran her fingers soothingly through your hair. “Sugar, you just can’t go to work. You need to stay home and get better, okay?”

You paused as you started to wheeze, sputtering into a coughing fit. Natasha sighed, moving to hold you tight in her arms and let your head rest on her shoulder. “Mama.. it hurts.” You whined, cut off by another sharp cough.

Fingers ran through your hair soothingly as Natasha pressed a kiss on your forehead. “I know it does, baby. It must hurt a lot.” She replied softly. She paused to glance out the window.

Sunlight was peaking through the white curtains, just barely risen enough to cast a shadow.

“Why don’t you just stay here, okay?” Natasha spoke, shifting so she was sitting up in bed. “Mama can make you a nice, warm bowl of soup and we’ll put on some of your favorite cartoons. How about that, little one?”

After a moment you nodded in agreement, whining when Natasha slipped out of your hold to stand. “Mama, don’ leave.” You mumbled with a pout, cradling your stuffie tighter to your chest.

Natasha sighed, “Sugar, mama isn’t going far. I’m just going to make you some soup with tea and grab some medicine.” She paused, before handing you the remote. “Choose something, okay?” She gestured towards the television.

Even though part of you wanted to object, to convince Natasha to stay in bed just a little longer, you nodded in agreement.

You mindlessly scrolled through the options of television shows before eventually deciding on a calm, animated movie. You relaxed into the bed, cradling several stuffies close to you while the movie began to play.

Soft footsteps pattered down the hallway until Natasha appeared, a cup of tea in one hand and medicine in the other. “Your soup’s sitting on the stove, baby. Still needs to warm up a bit.” She explained before scooting next to you in bed.

You grimaced at the medicine, not appreciating the grimy texture that went down your throat. But Natasha held you, telling you how brave you were while you drank it, which made it feel a little bit better.

The tea soothed your throat as Natasha hummed, glancing over at the television. “Studio Ghibli? That’s a good choice, precious.” She helped you sip at your tea for a while, frowning when you would wince or whine at your headache and sore throat.

“Mama, my throat hurts.” You whined, allowing Natasha to hold the warm mug of tea up to your lips. You took another small sip, finding a bit of relief in the soothing liquid.

Natasha moved off the bed again, cradling your cheeks and planting a kiss on your forehead. “Keep watching your movie, sweetheart. Mama is going to get your soup now, alright? I bet that tummy of yours is hungry!”

You giggled at her comment, shaking your head. “Mama you’re so silly.” You babbled, unable to help the small smile that tugged at the corners of your lips.

Natasha tickled your sides lightly before heading down the hallway, her footsteps eventually fading into the background. Once again you found yourself focused on the movie in front of you playing out, though sometimes the sickness would make your head feel floaty and almost dream like.

The scent of chicken noodle soup wafted around the hallway and into your room as Natasha returned. “Do you want to sit on mama’s lap while you eat this, honey? I don’t want you to make a mess.” Natasha said, moving over the cup of tea on the nightstand to place the bowl.

A moment passed and you nodded, adjusting yourself to sit on her lap. Natasha held you close, the bowl placed in her lap while she raised spoonfuls of the soup to your lips.

As you finished your soup and tea and the movie started to fade into background noise, you could feel your eyes start to grow heavy and your body weight felt like far too much to keep up all by yourself.

Natasha adjusted you, moving you so you were laying down and cradled in her arms, your head nuzzled against her collarbone. “Close your eyes, little love. Get some extra sleep for mama, okay?” She cooed, rocking you gently.

Though part of you felt like protesting, trying to fight through the day and stop feeling so icky, you gave in to the comfort and let your muscles eventually relax.

With Natasha’s soft touches and gentle praises in your ear, the shivers that ran down your spine eventually faded away, and sleep came to you with an ease you hadn’t experienced in days.

[drewsephrry]

everybody moved on, help im still at the restaurant

[cartoonybus]

couples dwampy are really good at writing:

• neurotic teenage girls obsessed with order and sweet, patient boys whose freakiness compliments hers (canderemy, milanda)

• homoerotic best guy friends that need each other but whom they have no intention of ever making canon (perryshmirtz, dakavendish)

• cool mom and her malewife who're both nd (linda x lawrence, brigette x martin, carolina x dave)

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Characters' Sleep Attire Headcanons

☆ David - Shirtless with gym shorts

☆ Milo - Tank top and boxers

☆ Asher - Just boxers

☆ Damien - Tank top and shorts

☆ Huxley - Shirtless with pajama pants

☆ Gavin - Nude / Just sweatpants

☆ Lasko - T-shirt and pajama pants

☆ Kody - Hoodie and sweatpants

☆ Sam - Only pajama pants ;]

☆ Vincent - Sweatshirt and pajama pants

☆ Porter - Just briefs

☆ James - Tank top and boxers

☆ Anton - T-shirt, pajama pants, and socks

☆ Marcus - Full matching pajama set, sleep hat included

☆ Hush - Whatever Doc gives him to sleep in

☆ Blake - Pajama shirt and pants that somehow never match

☆ Elliott - Sweatshirt and shorts

☆ Aaron - Tank top and pajama pants

☆ Ollie - Oversized t-shirt and shorts

☆ Ivan - T-shirt and boxers

☆ Guy - Boxers and socks 

☆ Geordi - Graphic tee and briefs

☆ Morgan - Matching pajama set with patterned socks

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Why Did You Drop Out Of Yale? → You Should Write About You And Your Mom

[venti-venus]

baby driver - j. m x reader

summary: after a failed study session with dean forester, jess and y/n decide to get a little innocent payback.

𐌕Ꮤ: hating on dean forester, accurate gilmore girls banter and drama, not spellchecked, first jess fic yippie ! ¸¸♬·¯·♪·¯·♫¸¸ ¸¸♫·¯·♪¸♩·¯·♬¸¸

"Mariano," Y/N whined, stumbling into Luke's Diner. She dragged her feet across the floor and dramatically plopped down on one of the bar stools. " I feel like my face is about to fall off and I'm blaming it on you."

Jess rolled his eyes as he wiped down the counter, "Good morning to you too, Y/N. I get the feeling you didn't just come in here to complain."

"And you would be right!" Y/N smirked, "I'm here for the doughnuts. Chocolate, please." She jokingly batted her eyelashes before yawning. "Ugh, get me a coffee too."

"So, why are you up at eight o'clock in the morning," Jess poured her some coffee and handed it to her, along with the doughnuts. "You don't wake up until at least two. Special occasion?"

"Oh yeah, Dean Forester is real special. I'm supposed to meet up with him to go over our English assignment. I doubt he'll actually focus on the work though. I swear he's been so obsessed with Rory it's actually suffocating my last braincell."

Jess laughed at your comment, "You wish that was you or somethin'?"

Y/N threw a crumb of her doughnut at him and gagged, "As if! Dean doesn't even like Bowie, there's no chance him and I are gonna be anything more than friends."

"Very true," Jess smirked, "Any hater of David Bowie should be locked up and studied. I'm glad you're staying away from the freaks of the world, Y/N. Very proud."

"Yeah well, I better get going. Dean said he would pick me up from here and drive us to the lake so we can focus or something." Y/N sighed, "Wish me luck, Mario."

"Hey, do not call me that. Put some respect on a poor kids name, will ya?" He joked, "At least you get to ride around in his car. Pretty nice one if I do say so myself."

"Pretty car, pretty annoying boy." Y/N took her coffee and doughnuts and gave Jess one last smile before she headed out to wait for Dean and his car. Surely he wouldn't be too long..

"H-Hey, Jess," Y/N's shaky voice spoke into her phone, "Can you come pick me up? I'm at the lake and it's raining and Dean left an-"

"I'll be there in 10." Y/N could hear a door slam and a car start on the other side of the line. Jess hung up and Y/n waited as he drove to come get her.

The study session had gone alright, but it was what happened after that which led to Y/N now being stranded. She hid under what little over a close by oak tree had and waited until Jess pulled up.

“Get in.” Jess handed her a towel as Y/N got into his car. His knuckles grew white as he gripped the steering wheel, not saying anything else as he drove off.

“Thank you, Jess.” Y/N sniffled, “I could’ve walked but my house is too far with the rain and all.” She looked over to see the brunette focused on the road.

She decided to stay quiet as he drove her to her house, using the towel Jess gave her to dry off as best she could.

"The hell do you mean he kissed you?" Jess yelled from the living room, arms crossed on his chest. His eyebrows were so creased, they were practically conjoined. He was sitting down on the couch while Y/N was in the kitchen, trying to dry off and get water.

"I don't know! He told me he was finally dating Rory and everything was fine and then out of the blue," Y/N threw her hands up, "And then I freaked out because, hello, he just said he was with Rory!"

Jess huffed. "And then what happened?"

"He got mad at me for some stupid reason and yelled at me." Y/N got quieter, "I swear Dean makes no sense. One minute he's normal and the other he's... I'm sure there's some reference I could make but I can't think of one, but you get what I'm saying. He totally flipped."

Y/N opened her refrigerator, grabbing a bottle of water. "Oh, and then," She scoffed, "He had the audacity to tell me that he actually liked me the whole time. He was 'too scared' to tell me though because-. (because he thought I was dating you.)" Y/N paused and quietly mumbled, "That's not important." She frantically walked over to the living room and sat down next to Jess.

"Does he even like Rory? Or is he just leading her on now?" Jess was confused about the whole situation.

"Everyone likes Rory, Jess." Y/N rolled her eyes, "But I don't think he wants to get serious with her. I just can't believe he would do something like that to me."

"That tall freak has some serious paying up to do," Jess got up. "Go get changed into something dry. I have an idea."

Jess and Y/N got into Dean's Ford F-150, muffling their laughs as best as they could.

"Wait, you know how to drive, right?" Jess teased as he buckled his seatbelt.

Y/N rolled her eyes, laughing as she pulled out of Dean's driveway. Rory had picked him up earlier after Jess pulled a few strings, so his car was free and available for a little joy ride.

"I got my license last year, Jess. I'm practically Richard Petty." She pulled out of the driveway and turned on the radio.

"Okay, baby driver." Jess laughed as the two of them began to drive, happily using Dean's car for the night.

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[thatdesigirl17]

concert

jess mariano x fem!reader

warnings: smoking, suggestive talk, jess and reader being possessive

haven't written in a long time so hope you like this, requests are open!

It was the weekend, the day of the concert for which Y/N had bought tickets for them weeks ago. When she heard they were coming to perform in Hartford, she knew she had to buy those tickets because Jess liked them. 

So they were driving to Hartford in Jess’s car and what Jess could think about was her, he had told her that already ever since he picked her up from your house and saw her outfit, a tight, black, short skirt with a cropped black shirt and heeled boots and to top it off, she wore a leather jacket, his leather jacket that drowned her. It made him go crazy for her, he always liked seeing her in his clothes, and it would always fuel his possessive nature. She loved seeing him like this, trying his best to control himself because of her and she was gonna make this harder for him. 

During the entire ride, he kept stealing glances at her, putting his hand on her thigh and being distracted until she came up with a deal, for him to behave himself and control his desires and she would stay the night at his apartment doing whatever and however he wants, a deal that Jess was more than happy to agree to. 

Jess parks the car right outside the venue as she gets off and waits by the front of the car for him, he walks over to her, a sly smirk on his face as he holds her hips, leaning her against the bonnet of the car. 

‘You made a deal, Jess.’, she says looking up at him, placing her hands on his chest. ‘Yeah and I’m just sealing the deal.’, he says smugly before leaning in and kissing her, his body trapping her against the car, pulling her closer his hands now encircling her waist. She kissed him back instantly her hands snaking up to his shoulders from his chest. He breaks the kiss, both of them breathless, ‘Back to behaving myself.’ 

They enter the stadium, the place packed and buzzing with people. 

‘This place is overly crowded.’, Y/N remarked as they entered. Jess looks around and nods, agreeing with her. It’s even difficult for them to move around without bumping into other people. He keeps a protective hand on her waist, guiding her through the crowd, his possessive nature unrevealing itself. They walk a bit closer to the stage, now surrounded by a mass of people all around them.

‘You alright?’, he asks leaning down, closer to her ear, to be heard from the noise of the crowd. ‘I’m fine.’, she replies nodding. Jess nods, relieved to hear that you're okay despite the crowded conditions. He keeps a close eye on the people around her, making sure no one accidentally bumps into her or tries to get too close. His hand stays firmly on her waist, his touch is possessive and protective. ‘Alright, but let me know if you feel uncomfortable, okay? I can try to make more space for you if you need.’ ‘And how will you even do that?’, she asks sarcastically, knowing that there is really little space for everyone to move around. Jess grins at your question, his eyes lighting up with mischief

‘Oh, I've got a few ideas…’, he shifts his position, moving even closer to her until his body is almost pressed fully against hers. His hand on her waist tightens its grip, pulling her against him even more, his body acting as a shield between her and the rest of the crowd. 'How's this? Comfortable enough for you now?’

‘You know the only thing I can see now is you, right? And we're here to see the band.’, she says, her tone feisty. ‘Like you’d want it any other way.’, he grins, teasing her, leaning towards her ear and whispering, his voice sultry. ‘You’re supposed to behave yourself.’, she says pushing him back slightly so that she can look at him. Jess smirks, looking down at her, his hands roaming up and down her sides, ‘I’m behaving myself…just making sure you’re safe and close to me. Don’t want you bumping into someone, now do we?’ 

She hums along, smirking, knowing exactly how much of a tease Jess can be when he comes to it. She pushes him away and moves slightly so she’s right in front of him, her back against his chest, and then takes his hand and wraps it around his waist, ‘How’s this? I’m all yours to keep safe and I can actually see the band.’ ‘Perfect.’, he smiles, planting a kiss on the side of her neck, pulling her closer to him. 

The place seems to have gotten more crowded in a matter of minutes as the band is about to go on stage. He feels the people around them press closer, the heat and proximity of the confined space only stirring up his possessive nature even more. He keeps her tightly held against his chest, his arms like a vice around her body. He mutters in your ear, his voice a mix of desire and frustration. ‘Damn, it's getting more crowded in here. People need to back off. You alright, Y/N?’ She nods in response, her hands placed on his jacket-clad arms around her waist. 

Jess fishes a cigarette out of his pocket, Y/N looking at him over her shoulder as she feels him move. ‘Needed a smoke to distract me. You're too damn tempting right now.’, he explains, pulling her flush against his chest as he leans forward, his other hand leaving his waist for a moment as he lights the cigarette with her still between his arms, the proximity making her breath hitch. He lights it, taking a deep drag as he tries to calm his frayed nerves. He lets out a plume of smoke, the acrid smell filling the air around them. He returns his other hand firmly to your waist, a possessive gesture. He keeps the cigarette between his lips as he takes another drag, the smoke wafting around them both. She takes the cigarette from his hands as she takes a drag herself, her body relaxing more against him, handing the cigarette back to him.

‘Damn it, you’re making this way harder for me, aren’t you?’, he mutters, looking down at her smoking his cigarette. ‘I would move, but there is no space.’, she smirks, shrugging. Jess's eyes rake over your form, taking in the way you're pressed tightly against him, the closeness making his possessive side even harder to ignore. He mutters under his breath, his voice a bit deeper, ‘Damn, you're right. There's no space here. I can't move, and you're too damn close. It's like I'm being tortured, having you this close but not being able to do everything I want to you. It's driving me crazy.’ She chuckles, her smirk growing wider, as she takes the cigarette from him again, taking another drag. She knew that it turned him on when she smoked and it was just another perk right now. She places her hand a little above her shoulder, for him to take the cigarette, but instead, he leans down, his head almost touching yours as he takes a drag, the cigarette still in her hands. The proximity only made her plan backfire. He takes a deep drag, the smoke swirling around you both before he moves his head back up. ‘You’re a damn tease, Mariano.’, she says looking up at him, her words making him smirk. ‘You’re the one to talk.’, he says smugly as the band finally comes onstage and the crowd breaks into a roaring cheer. 

Jess's head snaps up at the sudden sensation of someone bumping into her, his eyes narrowing as he looks over to see who it is. The possessive nature inside him flares up again, his arms tightening around her waist protectively.

‘Who the hell do these people think they are, bumping into you like that? Goddamn idiots.’, he says her voice irritated. ‘Crowds are so not your scene.’, she chuckles, rubbing his arm to comfort him a bit. He nods still eyeing people around them. ‘Jess, relax, we’re here because you love this band, not to play bodyguard, so enjoy yourself.’, she says laughing. He nods, loosening his grip ever so slightly as the band starts with their first song of the night. The sight of his favourite band starting to play makes a spark of excitement flicker in his eyes, she looks at him, smiling to herself as she sees him excited and happy. 

Jess watched Y/N, a small smile forming on his face, as she swayed to the beat, the sight of her body moving against his making his chest tighten with want, his eyes roaming all over her, as he mouths the word himself, tapping his feet with the rhythm. He leans down, his voice low as he speaks in her ear, his breath hitting against her skin, ‘You’re making this so hard for me. Moving like that when you’re pressed against me.’ 

A smirk forms on her lips, she says, leaning her head on his shoulder so that he can hear her through the loud music, ‘Just having fun.’, she grins as he sighs, her actions affecting him, her eyes flicker onto a group of girls nearby. They look at them, stealing glances, checking out Jess and giving her disgusted looks. She sighs, her possessive side coming out, as she leans in further, kissing his neck. 

‘Y/N…’, he says warningly, his grip on her tightening. She sucks and bites on his neck, leaving a mark on him, claiming him as hers. He inhales sharply, arching his neck to give her more access. She smiles against his skin, kissing his neck, moving upwards towards his jaw, leaving another mark there as well for everyone to see. He smirks and chuckles knowing exactly what she’s doing. ‘Really marking me up, huh?’, he says as she cups his cheek and kisses him, he kisses him back deepening the kiss as the band plays in the background. She breaks the kiss, panting looking up at him, ‘Now they’ll know that all they can do is only look at you.’ 

He smirks, as he looks around to see what she's talking about, ‘Jealous much?’ She rolls her eyes as he grins cockily. ‘Don’t roll your eyes, you were jealous.’, he says his grin widening. ‘Let’s just listen to the music’, she says, narrowing her eyes at him, and turning her attention back to the band. He chuckles as he returns his attention to the band as well. They spend the entire night vibing, dancing and singing along, while Jess also teases Y/N any chance he gets, loving to rile her up.

[norapetals]

dating alive!wally clark

a/n: first fic on here!! hi!! hope yall enjoyyy

౨ৎ golden retriever bf golden retriever bf golden retriever bf

౨ৎ this applies to ghost!wally too but we aren’t talking about him right now

౨ৎ literally always giving you his letterman jacket, even if you aren’t cold

. “wally! i’m dying from the heat in this tank top, i will not be wearing your heavy jacket.”

. “you don’t wanna support your boyfriend…?”

౨ৎ how can you say no to those puppy dog eyes

౨ৎ he is constantly showing you off to the point that even his teammates are annoyed, and they deal with his shenanigans everyday

౨ৎ you are 100% his date to any school event

౨ৎ pays for everything (and i mean everything), even though he might not be able to afford it

౨ৎ anything from your makeup products to your socks is free, for you at least

౨ৎ protective but in an endearing way

౨ৎ like he’ll threaten to fight someone who cat calls you but literally can not fight

౨ৎ he may be a big football player but all he can do is tackle

౨ৎ and it’s not like he even wanted to play football

౨ৎ SPEAKING OF THAT, you’re the one person he can rant to about his mom and how stressful the sport is

౨ৎ he always looks for you in the stands before and after a game

[aimedis]

darlin' getting attacked by quinn while they're taking a late night stroll. he escaped his department cell somehow. they take him down but they're fatally wounded. blood everywhere, bones broken and fractured in every place imaginable and more. it's so bad that when the pack gets there and finds them laying in the grass, asher literally throws up. marie is on her way but sam and david are trying to help. it would never have been enough. david, sam, milo, and asher are just sitting over them, begging them to keep their eyes open.

"i took him down, sammy. all by myself..." they whisper, eyes focusing and unfocusing as they try to remain conscious.

"hell yeah you did, darlin'. tore his head clean off," sam responds, equally as quiet, "you did so damn good."

marie shows up then. and sam would never get the sound of his darlin's screams and cries while marie was healing them out of his head. or how they went deathly still when she was done.

they js fell asleep from the magic, it's okay i wouldn't kill them off (or would i?)

(bonus !!)

imagine darlin' waking up days later, still looping on all the healing magic in their system and they're just being sappy and giggly with sam. picture those "partner under anaesthesia" videos.

[tommytomatoe]

imagine growing up, always feeling out of place, having this hole in your chest that you can’t fill so you do whatever to distract yourself from it. some of these distractions are impulsive, some are just plain stupid, but they always end up getting you in a lot of trouble with friends and family. you can’t voice your frustration with words, so you turn to violence because it’s a universal language. you speak with your fists and never your tongue and soon you find yourself surrounded by evil people because that's what you think you deserve. your friends call you tank. indestructible, a war machine, and you can’t blame them for seeing you this way because that’s the only way you know how to act. it’s all you’ve known. 

then he comes along, and while covered in blood with an anger in your eyes so palpable he could taste, he looks at you and calls you darlin’. it was sarcastic at first, but the way it made your heart feel was so foreign you thought it must be from the blood loss. the more you see him, and the more he sees you, to your surprise, he keeps calling you that, darlin’. all traces of sarcasm gone, it becomes sincere. you became his darlin’, and before you knew it, he became your mate. 

[miloscozycorner]

𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬.

Carer!Wanda Maximoff x Little!Reader

• Wanda is there to give you the comfort you need after a hard night.

cw: age regression.

( 647 Words )

You hadn’t been sleeping. Not well, at least. Everything had been so much lately. Class work just kept piling up, and you could’ve sworn you were drowning in it. Your boss was constantly on you.

Of course, Wanda did what she could. She always helped you get small before bed in hopes to help you get to sleep easier. She read you bedtime stories, made you tea, held you close to her and sang lullabies. But yet, you still always ended up tossing and turning.

Exhaustion had been creeping up on you. And this night, like many others, was a sleepless one. You had drifted off momentarily, and you felt content when your eyes had started to droop. Almost feeling like maybe you could get some rest.

Until your mind turned dark. Monsters and screaming and anxiety plagued your dream. Wanda had been asleep next to you, but she stirred when she started to hear whimpers escape your lips and and your body starting to squirm.

She rubbed her eyes sleepily, grumbling to herself before shifting her body on the bedpost. “Baby? Are you awake?” She murmured, moving to brush a hair out your face.

You flinched, whining. Your face contorted into one of pain, your body starting to twitch. She immediately knew what it was- another nightmare. The stress had been taking a toll on you, no doubt.

“Wake up, sweet one.” Wanda mumbled, gently trying to rub your back. You squirmed a bit, and Wanda sighed as she gently shook your shoulder. “Sugar, wake up. Wake up for mama.”

With a yelp, you shot up, drenched in a cold sweat. Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath, coming to your senses. “Mama!” You whimpered, reaching out to cling onto Wanda and bury your face in the crook of her neck.

Tutting, Wanda cooed and held you close, rubbing soothing circles onto your back. “It’s okay, sweet pea. You’re okay, baby. You’re safe.” Wanda mumbled, holding you right.

You sniffled, your breaths finally calming down from hyperventilation as Wanda held you and started to rock you. “Mama I.. I saw monsters. It was so scary.” You babbled in a quiet voice, Wanda using the pads of her thumbs to wipe stray tears off your cheeks.

“I know honey, and it must have been so scary for a little baby like you, huh?” Wanda cooed, pressing a small kiss to your forehead and holding you tight. “But mama’s got you now. You’re safe, angel.”

The scary thoughts eventually slipped from your mind as you focused on Wanda’s soft caresses. She moved to hand you your stuffed bunny, and you held him tight in your arms. Your hands ran over the soft fur, exhaling deeply.

Wanda held you for a moment, letting a comfortable silence pass over the room before she spoke again. “How about mama reads you a bedtime story, hm? Would that help my baby get some good sleep?”

For a moment, you contemplated before giving a short nod. “Yes please, mama.” You mumbled, shifting so that your head rested on her chest. Wanda nodded, reaching over to the nightstand and picking out your favorite storybook.

“How about this one, little bug? I think this is a good choice.” Wanda offered, moving to open up the book and get comfortable as you cuddled close and held your stuffie.

You gave another nod, agreeing to the story and squirming contently in her arms. Wanda laughed,

“Silly baby. So wiggly, aren’t you?” She cooed, ruffling your hair as you giggled and hid your face in embarrassment. “C’mon, honey. Let mama read you a story, precious.”

After wiggling and getting comfortable you finally relaxed, content in her arms. Wanda opened the storybook, her soft voice eventually trading into background noise as she read you the story, holding you close and luring you into a peaceful sleep.

[mielkae]

Mcyt as Writing Prompts pt 12

[venuslove-28]

click 4 better quality + kofi here commission me pls if u wanna

@angelcactus for u pooks

details such as 2015 being the year asher's parents decided to step down from pack duties and start travelling, meaning this is asher's first xmas without them, hence why he's w milo and davey on xmas eve + david's eye bags from the sleepless nights mentioned in his sleep aid audio + blushing for some unknown reason

[sheawritesstuff]

Redacted Tattoo Headcanons

✩ Elliott has a big abstract freehand tattoo that covers his shoulder and upper arm - one of the cool swirly line designs

✩ Ollie has a stick and poke smiley face on his ankle that one of his friends gave him in high school

✩ Aaron has some sort of quote tattooed on his ribs - probably a line from a song / movie that he associates with Elliott or his mom

✩ Caelum loves temporary tattoos and likes having matching ones with Gavin and Freelancer

✩ Geordi has something fandom related on his forearm - anything but Star Trek because he doesn't want to seem like that much of a nerd

✩ Asher has a patchwork leg sleeve with a bunch of different styles and a similar half sleeve on his opposite bicep

✩ Milo and Sweetheart have matching chest tattoos

✩ Ivan got original Baby’s name tattooed on his collar bone right before they broke up

✩ David has a tattoo commemorating Gabe and something for the whole Shaw pack

✩ Anton has a monstera leaf on his forearm to remind him of My Love

✩ Porter has an elaborate neck tattoo that spreads down his sternum and covers most of his chest

✩ Gavin has a backpiece consisting of the D.A.M.N. crew's favorite flowers

✩ Guy has doodles Honey drew for him on his thighs

✩ Morgan has some sort of lower rib / upper stomach tattoo of an hourglass with a skull

✩ Avior has stars and constellations all across his torso

✩ Brian has all of his kids’ birthdays on his chest

[nerodivergentgrimreaper]

Redacted Fics I wanna read but I dont wanna write

baabe taking asher swimsuit shopping (Asher scar body positivity)

Sweetheart finally snapping at Milo for ranting about their job

Freelancer having a panic attack in front of the Damn crew for the first time

Gavin having to take care of a sick freelancer for the first time

Huxley finding out Damian has a Peanut Allergy

Sweetheart giving Milo a vintage luxury watch (It's the first expensive jewelry he has ever owned)

Sam helping Darlin cut their hair

Angel colors in David's tattoos

Guy helping honey after they broke their arm

Milo, David, and Asher have to go to the department to file paperwork and see sweetheart bringing in a guy in handcuff (looking all badass)

Smartass' younger sibling show up on their door late at night after getting in a fight with their parents

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Rewatching Season 1 of Arcane with my Season 2 knowledge and here's my commentary so far:

These children were giving SUCH Siblings. Not just Vi and Powder (although they were closer) but Claggor and Milo, whacking each other upside the head, bullying each other, protecting each other, being silly little kids. They deserved to all be brothers and sisters. They deserved to grow up together. I'm glad in the Alt Timeline it seems like Powder's relationship with her brothers really got stronger and they got to be a proper family, (with both Dadco and Dadnder to boot) it just sucks that Vi couldn't be a part of it :(

Viktor was kinda serving cunt with his finger tattoos and bracelets, although I found it interesting/weird that he had neither a limp nor his purple machine herald skin. I could see if being eaten by the magic and spat out fucking. Somewhere in the universe would return him to his original body, but then he should have had his limp, and if it didn't, he would have still had an augmented appearance. I get that he was likely from a different universe, but I think his disability is a part of him thematically and would be consistent across universes (at least ones where he would become a mage) idk. I guess including either feature would be an obvious giveaway for that spoiler, once Viktor and his limp were introduced, or once his hand turned purple towards the end of S1. And as powerful as he was, he probably could have conjured up a disguise so Jayce wouldn't be able to identify him later on, so it's a moot point ig just thought it was interesting

I forgot Silco had a bald cat. Probably because the bald cat is immediately killed. Take notes, anyone who is working on Domestic Vanco Everything Is Fine AU (me), they have a bald cat.

Silco is also much more sympathetic after having watched Season 2. Just knowing that if he had gotten Vander's apology, they would have worked on the nation of Zaun together again and created a truly beautiful thriving society like they always dreamed, like we see in S2 (which I strongly believe would not have been possible if not for Silco joining back up with Vander) is heartbreaking. He was a fucked up old twink but he really wanted to create something better.

Also it looks like Silco was injecting drugs into his eye even before shimmer was finalized??? Questionable. Was it not shimmer? Was it something else? Am I missing something? Whack. What this ALSO implies is that, well, we see in the alternate universe that his eye just looks like a normal injured/blind eye, but it's also implied that Alt. Universe events were largely the same up until Vi's heist went wrong. This means that Silco, in the AU, WAS shooting up dangerous untested drugs into his eyeball, and at some point, decided to stop after reuniting with Vander. Accepting his trauma, moving on from the pain? My Zaundads heart can't take it.