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Queen Mirelia: Sir Shield Hero, I believe you need to start watching your language around the children. Naofumi: Why? Filo and Melty, snuggling Naofumi's cape like a blanket: This is cozy as fuck.
#the rising of the shield hero#rising of the shield hero#naofumi iwatani#incorrect rising of the shield hero#chat post#incorrect quotes#dadfumi#shield dad#queen mirelia
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Fuck it, send me some shield dad asks
I’m in the mood to talk about my favourite single dad
#shield dad#rising of the shield hero#shield family#it’s been a while#hasn’t it#naofumi iwatani#RotSH overhaul#ask me about my au
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Peter: Grandpa!
Tony: what where
May: you don't have-
Fury, wearing a knitted sweater and scarf: me
Fury: I'm grandpa fury
Tony:
May:
May: I'm not even going to ask how that happened
#.thewrittenpodcast#incorrect marvel quotes#incorrect quotes#marvel incorrect quotes#marvel mcu#mcu#peter parker#iron man#spiderman#mcu avengers#grandpa fury#nick fury#nicholas fury#iron man mcu#iron man movies#iron spider#irondad#iron dad#incorrect irondad and spiderson#irondad and spiderson#irondad and spideyson#incorrect spiderman quotes#spider man#may parker#incorrect peter parker#mcu peter parker#agents of shield#mcu marvel avengers#marvel#marvel avengers
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Dev this is serious stop beatboxing.
#fop nature au#fop#fairly oddparents#fop a new wish#fairly oddparents a new wish#dev dimmadome#fop dev#dale dimmadome#emetophobia#art#digital art#fanart#comic#Sorry for taking so long on this I was procrastinating bcs its just kinda a context page that needs to exist for other stuff to happen#I love it when they interact like disgruntled roommates#like on one had he SHOT HIM on the other hand whats Dev supposed to do? Go no contact?? Hes ten#This takes place like 2 days after the deer attack#Dale got whisked away to fairy world to get speed healed and had his memory wiped of the whole thing#Devs relationship with his dad is so messy cause like yes his dad hurt him but also thats his dad and he loves him.#even if his dad doesnt love him back#He wants to Want To Hurt his dad. thats the right way to feel about after what he did. and he does feel that way sometimes.#but on some level its was kind of a relief to hear that he couldnt wish harm on people#because even if he could he isnt sure he could go through with it#and there would be nothing worse than having the power to do something and yet. not#sorry if that sounds insane#complicated relationships with your abuser my beloved#also just the quiet acceptance Dev has for (what he thinks is) Peri straight up lying to his face#Dev likes Peri a lot but he is also deeply aware that Peri hides a lot of things from him#I think he appreciates that Peri tries to shield his feelings. His dad doesnt do that#ofc Peri isnt actually lying here I just think the layers of such a small interaction are hilarious
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I’m SHOCKED I haven’t seen a Davemight version of this Twitter meme because this is like. Canon to me
Original below!
#has this meme breached tumblr yet#this is just how it happened in canon though#mha#my mha art#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#bnha#all might#toshinori yagi#yagi toshinori#izuku midoriya#Deku#dad might#technically#David shield#davemight#mightyshield#melissa shield#midoriya izuku
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Megatronus talking to Megatron fic please?
Hell yeah lets go. Mostly just transcribed from my rambling in discord, but nyeh
Consider: the cogs they've been given influence their host a bit. Like how, donated organs sometimes have "memories" from their old bodies that they had before. Giving the host physical sensations and habits they didn't have before (it's a real thing, look it up)
We know that Liege Maximo wasn't responsible for orchestrating Solus's death in this universe, but it's still very possible he's still got a very dark and twisted streak inside him. What if D-16's sudden, violent resolve to kill Sentinel came from Liege Maximo? He 100000% wants Sentinel dead because he's a traitor and doesn't deserve to live, and his influence still on his cog combined with D-16's righteous anger came together into the drive to rip that mech apart, with his bare hands.
What I'm getting at is, the cogs have "memory" and influence, to a point. Optimus got Prima's cog, so naturally he stepped into a more rigid leadership position that was staunchly against purposefully extinguishing sparks. So, when D-16 takes Megatronus Prime's cog from Sentinel's chest, he gets hit with a blast of Presence from the God of War himself, and already riled up and angry he kinda. Spirals out of control.
The Spirit of War drives him to fight, protect, destroy. Raze that evil mech's influence to the ground so not a single shred of him remains. Unless his presence is completely annihilated, there's a chance it could seep into the cracks and take up root again, and slowly sink it's insidious fingers into their people once more. He cannot allow that!
Fast forward to that night and newly christened Megatron is still angry, angry, angry… until he falls asleep and his processor can get a much-needed rest and defrag. He dreams about- about Orion, about… the surface, about Sentinel, about everything. He sees Sentinel taking Orion away, sees Orion bloodied and lifeless falling into a pit of despair. He sees himself, out of his body, trying to save him but he can't. He sees his best friend looking at him in sadness and disgust and, finally, feels the sadness and misery he'd been stubbornly choking down suddenly force it's way into his throat.
...Is he awake? Is he asleep? It hits him so intensely he can't tell, and just. Plops down on the ground, arms wrapping around himself and beginning to sob with all the force of his broken spark. It's not fair. Everything… everything has changed, he's lost everything and everyone and- and he's still angry! Why does he feel like this? How does he make it stop? He doesn't want to be angry anymore, he doesn't want… whatever this is that he can feel slowly creeping toward him. This isn't over. Something bad is coming. He doesn't want this, he doesn't want this, he doesn't want this-!
He about jumps out of his plating when someone suddenly touches his helm, and nearly falls over when he looks up and finds a hulking, huge mech had settled down next to him. Thrice his size, at least, and before, that wouldn't have been strange. Expected, even. But now he has his cog, his alt mode, he's much bigger now. Even so, he feels puny in this mech's shadow, but his size alone isn't the surprising part.
Painted purple and black with a face that Megatron knows extremely well. He rubs his optics and shakes his helm, but he's still there. His vocalizer squeaks when he utters the name, "M- Muh-! Megatronus Prime?!"
He's definitely still dreaming. He has to be. But- But everything feels so grounded and lucid and real- but-
Megatronus Prime chuckles softly. "Sorry to frighten you, little one," he lats the ground next to him. "Sit with me?"
"I- um," he blinks. "Y-Yes sir?"
Megatron has no idea what to say. He sits a respectful distance away, hugging his knees and just o.o staring at him shellshocked the whole time. It- It has to be a dream but it feels real. Is… Is Megatronus actually here with him? Surely he can't be, but…
The Prime waves his servo out in front of them, and warm, gently burning orange fire materializes from nowhere. It floats in a ball before them, lighting the dark, shadowy night. Megatron can feel the heat on his cheeks, and the sensation is too real to be anything but.
"You… y-you're really here-!" He gasps and wipes clumsily at his still-wet face. "Oh- Oh my Primes, you're really-" Promptly slaps a servo over his mouth, optics wide. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to swear, I know we shouldn't use the Primes names in vain I just- y-you're here and- and-"
Megatronus laughs and shakes his helm fondly, reaching over to gently pat his helm. "Peace, youngling, peace. I take no offense." Prima, on the other hand… ooh, how he hated hearing their children swear. It amused the god of war, more than anything. He gave the little silver mech a thoughtful once over. "You have my cog." It's not a question.
Megatron flinches and brings both servos to to his chest. "I- I'm sorry!" He means it too, hanging his helm and looking ashamed. "I- I was just- he took it, he killed you and he took and I- I couldn't just let him keep it," it was impulsive, he would admit, swapping it for the cog already in his own chassis. His voice lowers to a shameful whisper. "D'you… w-want it back?" He doesn't want to go back to being cogless, but…
Luckily, Megatronus shakes his helm. "No, no, keep it. I've no use for it anymore. Heh," a humorless sound that could almost pass as a sarcastic laugh. "Though, I should ask. Wouldn't you rather have yours?"
"What do you mean?"
He holds out one huge servo, palm flat, and an image flickers to life, misty and glowing blue similar to the visions Alpha Trion had shown them. It's simple this time, just a standard transformation cog. But… Megatron chokes. "You mean-?! Th-This one is-?"
"Yours," the Prime nods. "We keep track. We've kept track of every cog he stole, and whom it belongs to. If you want yours, I'll grant it to you."
He's stunned silent, mouth hanging open and entranced by the vision. He… he could have it back? He'd come to accept that his cog was gone, that that monster had molested his newborn body and plucked it right from his chassis, that a part of him had been stolen and desecrated before he even opened his optics for the first time. A hurt that could never heal… a wound he'd carry til the day he died.
But now, Megatronus Prime, his greatest hero and idol, is talking to him and offering it back. All he can do is sit there with his jaw slack.
The god of war seems amused, laughing for real this time and reclining back against the solid metal behind him. He reaches out and wraps one arm around the youngling, who squeaks in surprise, and pulls him close against his side. "You don't have to decide now," he promises. "You can keep mine, if you like the way it feels. And if you change your mind someday, that's fine too."
He's not at all expecting the sudden sob that bubbles up from his side, and looks down in surprise. Little namesake suddenly curls against him, shaken by the first positive physical contact he's had in multiple days, beginning to weep with earnest against his hero's side.
"Wh-"
"I'm sorry!" The words burst out of him in a rasping voice heavily laden with sorrow and wet sobs. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so so sorry! I- I didn't mean to, it wasn't supposed to happen like that, I didn't wanna hurt him, I- I didn't mean to I was just so mad-"
This… really isn't Megatronus's forte. He doesn't know what to say, so opts not to say much at all, instead gently draping his arm around the young, miserable bot and just letting him huddle beneath him, weeping brokenly.
"I know, little one… I know. It's alright-"
"It's NOT alright!" He wails. "Nothing is alright! I wanna go home but I don't have a home anymore, and- and Orion hates me and everyone probably hates me and- and I killed my best friend and I took your cog without asking and," he takes a great, heaving, wheezing invent. "And I'm just like Sentinel!"
Megatronus goes from awkward to actively panicking in about 2 seconds. Ok, tears he can deal with. Let them cry it out and release all the stress and they'll be fine afterwards. That's how it goes. But… super deep seated self doubt and worry you've turned into the monster you just defeated? That's- That's really not something he knows how to deal with. Megatronus Prime does not know how to deal with kids.
"...wait, no-" he gives the little one a gentle shake. "No, no, that isn't true-" he continued to wail and cry like the world is ending, like his spark really has shattered into pieces. "You're not- you didn't intend to hurt your friend and wouldn't have if it was up to you, and--forgive me, Mother--Sentinel needed to be dealt with. "You've nothing in common with that mech aside from the cog you both hosted in your chest-"
That just seems to make him cry harder, and Megatronus flounders. What to do, what to do?! Um, uh-
"Oh!" He reaches up with both hands, undoing clasps and deactivating invisible magnets. "Here! Do you want to try on my mask?"
That gets him. Megatron raises his helm suddenly, still hiccupping, tears still streaming down his cheeks. His mouth is still trembling, but he's no longer wailing.
"Wh-" he whimpers softly. "What….?"
Megatronus undoes the last clasp and removes his giant purple mask, lowering it slowly and giving the little silver mech a somewhat sheepish look, red optics peering over the rim. "Do you… want to try it on?"
Megatron blinks twice, then thrice. "That's a mask?"
The god of war nods, lowering it further. He has an unexpectedly pretty, almost delicate face. "My Solus made it for me," he admits, sounding almost shy. "To tell the truth, I… ahem, I get… rather anxious when people see my face. Solus made this for me, quite a long time ago." it's huge when he reaches to offer it to Megatron, nearly the size and width of a small table.
Megatron's hands are still shaking as it's laid across his lap, pinning him to the ground end eliciting an "oof!" of surprise. It's heavy! It weighs more than the miners did when they were cogless! Probably still weighs more than some of them! He runs his hands over the smooth, tempered metal, awed by its quality and sheer size.
"You wear this all the time?" He asks, starstruck.
"Indeed. I never take it off, in fact." this was a special occasion, though.
"I… we thought this was your face," Megatron admits, nearly sheepish. He reaches up to touch his chassis, where the likeness of the god's mask is still etched painfully into the metal there, thanks to Sentinel. He steals a glance up at Megatronus, unable to quite believe what he's seeing. "Everything in the datafiles and history stuff, you're always wearing it. We- We thought you didn't have a mouth!"
Megatronus smiles at him, amused, and for the first time in days Megatron manages to smile, too.
"…can I really, uh…?"
The god of war snaps his fingers and the mask shrinks obediently, til it's just the right size. "Go ahead, youngling."
He exhales nervously and slips it on, fumbling unsurely with the clasps. It smells like sulfur and high quality energon, and something about it makes his whole body prickle.
After he's got it on, he looks up at Megatronus shyly, fidgeting. The world looks different from in here: his peripheral vision is cut off, and everything is framed with the shape of the optical slits. "Well…?" He wrings his servos nervously. "How do I look…?"
"…heh," Megatronus lays one servo on his helm, jostling him gently. "Like a little champion of war." He may be called Megatron now but he's still a child at spark, right now. He's painfully young, and Megatronus Prime is worried for him.
When Megatron wishes he had a mirror so he could see what he looks like with the mask on, and Megatronus is all too glad to grant that wish. It's good to see him less emotionally devastated, but soon after the little silver mechling settles back against his side. "I don't… wanna go to war," he admits forlornly, hugging his knees. "I… I wanna go home. I don't want a war."
"That means you're smart," Megatronus tells him seriously, which earns him a confused look. "I preside over war and reap power from it, but only a fool hopes for war. War incurs heavy loss no matter who you are, and those who actively seek it seek their own destruction in turn. Tis my duty to govern that domain and stand as a guardian over those who must do battle." The Patron Deity of Warriors, Megatron recalls easily. The Guardian Prime of all who take up arms.
If the god of war himself encourages not to seek his domain, it's probably best to listen, no? He sags helplessly against the divine mech's side, feeling helpless.
"You said you want to go home?" Megatronus asks, and Megatron nods wordlessly. "Then… perhaps you should."
"I can't! Orion said- he's a Prime now, and he doesn't want me there, and- and I said I'd never trust another leader again-"
"You trust me, don't you?"
It's plain to see how much the kid idolizes him, and trusts him enough to, at the very least, cry his spark out and air his grievances. That certainly speaks of trust.
"Well- yes but, that's different!" Megatronus Prime isn't just some leader, he's one of the 13! One of the gods! Trusting him is different than trusting some uppity mortal that thinks they're better than everyone else and is willing to suck their lives away for their own benefit! Megatronus Prime isn't like that-
"Do you think your friend Orion is like that?"
"No!" The reflexive leap to defend his friend comes before he can really process it. "No of course not, he's-"
Megatron covers his mouth. Oh. Slag.
"Perhaps," the Prime reaches down and gently removes his mask from Megatron's face, gently lifting his chin with one finger. "A better vow would be to no longer place blind trust in those who lead. Don't deny yourself faith or hope, little one. Both are important in order for you or anyone to have a future."
A future. Right. He sighs, shoulders falling to their lowest point and averting his optics. What future? He's stranded on the treacherous surface with a bunch of bloodthirsty strangers, and if he shows even an ounce of weakness that screechy seeker is going to be jumping for his throat. If not him, then one of the others, surely. He couldn't have any sort of comfortable or trustworthy future with people like that surrounding him. Every friend he's ever had, all of his batchmates, his siblings, his family, they're all back in Iacon. The mecha in the high guard hold no love for him, nor do the ones he's left behind. None of them ever will again. Even Orion, his... his everything, even he surely hates him now.
"Do you truly believe that, little one?"
"Yes! Wouldn't you?! I- I killed him!" Accidentally, and because Orion threw himself in front of his weapon, but still. "Sentinel Prime killed you, don't you hate him?" internally, Dee hates himself for hurting Orion. Surely Orion must hate him as much as he hates him, right?
"Sentinel," Megatronus spits the name in a vengeful rasp. "Murdered me in cold blood, as he did several of my siblings. We're still deciding what to do with him. Orion Pax threw himself in front of your weapon and was caught in the crossfire. You did not seek to murder him, nor did you seek to harm him. Twas an accident, nothing more, and not deserving of hatred. Not the hatred you hold for yourself, nor the hatred you presume he holds for you."
"But..." Megatron shrinks in his shadow, tears beading along the bottom lid of his optics. "But..."
"Hush," the Prime's command is firm but still very gentle. "You want to go home. You don't wish for war. Then I ask you, little one: what must you do to achieve those goals?"
#transformers one#fix it fic#megatron#megatronus prime#tbh obsessed with awkward-but-wise dad Megatronus#the proud and powerful god of war. wielder of divine shields and guardian of the pantheon.#watching this miserable child be consumed by the Spirit of War and realizing he's gotta step in#and in the morning? megatrons gonna get a phone call from his boyfriend and everything will be FINE
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…This isn’t a spoiler anymore, is it? >_>;
#pokemon#pokemon scarlet and violet#pokemon penny#team star penny#trainer penny#penny pokemon#peony pokemon#trainer peony#meme post#you are my dad#boogie woogie woogie#video post#my art#lol what#i spent way too long on this#pokemon sword and shield#shitpost#pokemon peony
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Obsessed with what America and England have going on in HetaOni. America's like "I keep having to watch my dad die from overusing his magic in past timelines and not knowing how to stop it is killing me inside but I'm not going to talk to him about it" and England's like "I can't seem to hold a conversation with my son without insulting him but I won't hesitate to use my dying breath to ensure I can protect him from beyond the grave"
#good morning i still have hetaoni on the brain#that scene where it looks like america's going to die but turns out past loop england used the last of his strength to cast a shield on him#(+italy and germany) before sending them back to the present.... godddd#and then current loop england goes and takes on the monster america was worried about and succeeds. at the cost of going blind.#one of the very things america was afraid would happen!! he was so relieved when england survived the fight before finding that out too!!!#i don't know if this is coherent im just. they care about each other so much even though they won't say it and 😭😭😭 it makes me ill#sigh. rotating both them and hetaoni in my mind at the same time makes me so. waaughh#(also obligatory disclaimer that hetaoni doesn't label their relationship in any way them being father and son is just canon in my brain)#hetalia#hetaoni#hws america#hws england#tea dad n coffee son#personal#i have an old hetaoni wip fic that i think i intended to do more with but was mostly just about america and england as far as i got...#i can't remember the rest of my plans for it so maybe i'll shift the focus to them and try to get it finished sometime
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#doing this again#David shield#mha shitpost#mha memes#yagi toshinori#all might#smol might#dad might#midoriya izuku#mha deku#bakugo katuski#denki kaminari#mha funny#my post#aizawa shouta#Eraserhead
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I think Horikoshi is allergic to letting the movie characters have moms.
#hell half of them don't have dads either#mha#bnha#my hero academia#mha you're next#melissa shield#katsuma shimano#mahoro shimano#rody soul#roro soul#lala soul#giulio gandini#anna scervino
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to whoever sent in the ask about whether or not Steve still had the nail bat – tumblr ate it :(((( but i haven’t stopped thinking about it since you sent it last week so i’m answering it regardless
My gut instinct is to say no, Steve does not have the nail bat anymore.
In my verse there is a not-at-all-flesh-out notion that sometime after the (modified, obv) end of season 4, there is one last battle that ends up ending all the upside down stuff for good. Something tells me that the nail bat reappears in that battle and sees an untimely (or timely, depending on your perspective) end.
Obviously, this means that the girls never see the nail bat in the flesh, but it also means that Eddie, who (in my ‘verse) is comatose for that entire last battle, never sees either.
Until Jonathan visits from California and brings a box full of old photos with him and, lo and behold, presents a photo taken in 1986 of Steve wielding the bat.
“Woah,” Robbie says, eyes wide, “That’s fuckin’ sick, Pop. Can you make me one?”
“Don’t look at me,” Steve immediately told her, “I didn’t make that.”
“Who did?”
“Wasn’t it you, Jon?” He looked at Jonathan.
“No…I think it was Nancy,” Jon replied blankly.
Steve shrugged, because coming up on forty years later it didn’t really matter anymore, and then he looked at Eddie.
Who was stock-still and staring at the photo.
“You alright, Ed?” he asked.
“Fantastic,” Eddie replied, and then he finally tore his eyes away from the picture to look at Jonathan, “Can I keep this one? Do you have the negatives or whatever?”
“Whatever you want, man.”
A couple minutes later, when everyone’s attention had moved onto other photos, Eddie sidled up behind Steve, wrapped one arm around his waist and held up the nail bat photo with the other.
Steve is nineteen in the picture and sitting on the steps of Hop’s old cabin, one of its boarded-up windows half-in-focus in the background. They're about a week away from the battle that ended the Upside Down for good, he's pretty sure, though his memory of all that is a little fuzzy by now. He remembers that he’d taken to keeping the bat with him during that time, and he’s balancing the nail-studded end in the dirt right between his feet, one hand on the handle and the other covering the knob so his chin can balance on it as he looks up at someone behind the camera.
It’s not the worst photo of him, Steve can admit (though it would have been nicer if it weren’t taken during the end of the world).
“We will be having a conversation about this later,” Eddie murmured into Steve’s ear, “A long one.”
#jonathan made the nail bat he just blocked all that shit out as soon as he possibly could#currently mourning the loss of a steve w/nail bat and eddie w/nail shield fighting back-to-back scene#the parallels…the camaraderie#we were robbed#liv’s steddie dads verse#steddie#steddie dads#steve harrington#eddie munson
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Raphtalia, gesturing to Naofumi: Filo, look what you did! You made dad upset! Naofumi: I DON'T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO YOU TWO?!
#the rising of the shield hero#rising of the shield hero#naofumi iwatani#incorrect rising of the shield hero#chat post#incorrect quotes#shield dad#dadfumi#raphtalia#filo
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Its 2024 guys
Give naofumi dad stubble and silver streaks
#im baaaaaaack#shield dad#shield hero overhaul#naofumi iwatani#pushing my silver fox naofumi agenda#local single dad literally too hot to die
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When I'm fully irrelevant and totally broken, damn it
Call me up and tell me a joke
#artists on tumblr#art#ace attorney#ace attorney art#my art#ace attorney investigations#ace attorney investigations 2#aai2#raymond shields#this song reminds me of him sm#i love this man can he be my dad#no but seriously he is so underrated#inspired by “goodbye” by Bo Burnham
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Just think about it, though...
Daisy is laying in a hospital bed, asleep. Coulson has a predisposition to stay at her bedside, especially if she hasn't woken up since coming out of surgery.
When she first wakes up, her brain feels like soup because those pain meds are working their magic almost a little too well. There's a man next to her bed, and she recognizes him as someone she feels safe with, so she says his name.
"Dad?"
Mmmmmm, that doesn't seem right. That's not his name. That's not usually what I call him.... Right?
It seems to catch his attention, though, as he smiles shyly and leans forward a bit, grabbing her hand gently. It's warm and solid and safe, encompassing her whole hand.
"Daisy? How're you feeling?"
How does she feel? Everything is hard to pinpoint, but she knows two things for sure.
"Sleepy, but better now that I've got pain meds and you here." Or maybe that's three things... She gives him a dopey smile, one that she thinks probably looks like one of the many she's seen on his face. It probably does look like his because the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree, right?... Or wait, is she even hi--
He seems to give a breathy chuckle, reaching a hand to move some of her loose hair behind her ear. The warmth seems to calm the soft pounding in her head, so she leans into it. And to her satisfaction, his hand seems to stay close, his slightly calloused thumb rubbing back and forth on her cheekbone.
His presence is warm and safe and all the things that make her drowsy... And she ends up falling back asleep on accident.
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When Daisy wakes up again, she's more coherent -- the drugs were wearing off --, and Coulson is now sitting with her. She groans as she tries to wiggle her stiff body. The noise makes Coulson perk up, a little tentative, but still reaches for her hand. It felt... familiar. She decides she likes it, so she doesn't remove her hand from his.
"You're here."
"Of course. Pain meds wearing off?"
"Yeah, but I'll be okay for a little bit. It's good to feel a little pain. And I don't want to be too loopy... Which, do you know if I said anything crazy?" If Daisy didn't know any better, she would've missed the slightest bit of red in his cheeks as he seemed to smile to himself.
"Meh, nothin' too crazy... You may have called me, 'Dad.'"
That was him??? Oh....
"But... Honestly?... Is that too far from the truth?"
#just a lil drabble#a fluffy lil thing to enjoy bc we all need some rn#daisy calling coulson dad makes me feel things#and i feel like the only time she would genuinely call him dad is if she was under the influence of heavy heavy pain meds 😭💀#i dunno. it was just a thought and now you all have to suffer with it too#agents of shield#phil coulson#daisy johnson#fluff#minor whump ig???#phil coulson is daisy johnsons dad fr fr. fight me. 😤
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My Country: The New Age + Ocean Vuong
#my country: the new age#my country the new age#mctna#mctnaedit#yi bangwon#mine#nobody talk about the crustiness of the gifs i could only find the eps in 720p. who's going to look at this anyway?#this could only be more self-indulgent if i made a gifset of him looking cvnt. which i will#anyway. the mctna premise could be hmmm what if two men being really fvcking shitty fathers brought so much tears and blood and death?#what if this historical figure dripping in blood &known for his ruthless ambition was all that but also. he just wanted his dad to love him#when a son is a sword is a shield is a bomb#all the while being a homosexual with eyes constantly full of tears!! and on that: moiraine 🤝 bangwon
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