#buT WHAT IF HE HAD TEEFIES

[mo-ok]

putting teeth on helmets i think should have them

[notasapleasure]

Yes my darling my dearest of course you can have the couch and I will sit on the floor because you don't know it but you can't have any treats until after your glorified spa day with x-rays tomorrow.

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Unrelated to anything but I'm getting real tired of the amount of problems I've been discovering in the last month or so and honestly at this point yeah sure why not add another vet visit on top of that I guess like fine sure okay

[therosebookshop]

A Mate’s Special Touch

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Contains/Warnings: tiny bit of angst (his wings being gone, we all know he would’ve had them), clingy Xiao (self indulgent sue me), mentions of bird habits and mating

A/N: Saw a yt short about the difference between petting vs stroking ur birds and the meaning and I was suddenly inspired

Song this is named for: None

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He didn’t let people get close to him. It was more a fear of contaminating them with his karmic debt then being antisocial, and that was what he told people such as the Traveler. It was the truth mostly, so he didn’t care.

But when you came around and you, like those other rare people, squeezed in through the barriers around his heart, he wouldn’t let anybody but you touch him. In fact, he tried to seek it out and ask for it in his own ways- light brushes of skin on skin, leaning against you, holding you a bit tighter when you wanted a hug. There was something special about your touch and he loved it. Craved it, even, after oh-so long of no touch, hardly any contact.

Anytime anybody- and he meant anybody- but you tried to touch him, even the Traveler, he would puff up like a bird and glare at them. He may not have had wings to puff up for intimidation anymore, but he sure tried. Even the slightest brush made him grumble indignantly and want to scrub his skin, but he wanted you to touch him, to stroke his hair or his back.

You could feel, under his clothes, hidden carefully, the stubs of wings. The broken bone, the still tender skin. He wishes he still has his wings to tuck you into. He knows you would’ve loved them, would’ve helped to preen his feathers into place, would’ve cuddled into them. But they’re gone now, taken from him cruelly.

You still love him despite the scars, the marks, the imperfections. And he adores you for it. He leaves you gifts, anything he thinks you’ll like, on the railing of your room balcony. Sometimes you’ll find him perched there at nighttime. He likes it more than the balcony most people look for him on, because you’ve decorated even the balcony.

When you speak even the first two letters of his name he’s there, already tucked under your arm. Your touch is like a soothing balm on his corrupted soul. Some nights he’s so worried about his karmic debt hurting you, especially with how much skin-on-skin contact you have with him. For hours he’ll struggle to keep himself away from you, from your touch and your cuddles.

But he eventually succumbs to the want to cuddle up and be content like a bird tucked under their mother’s wing. You stroke his hair, he likes that more then when you pet him like an animal- he tends to bare his little fangs at you when you do that, but he learned the hard way not to do that when you giggles about his ‘little teefies’ for several minutes.

And you don’t learn about this until you get a book about birds to learn more about his bird like tendencies, but birds only let their mates stroke them like that. Pets are platonic, but certain birds only let their mate stroke them all over. And then it clicks- the gifts, the baring of fangs when you tried to pat his head once, the happy little cooing noises when you run your hands over his back or sides, the clinginess. And when you take into account whenever even the Traveler or Mr Zhongli tries to touch him he’ll puff up and bare his fangs, but he’s always fine with your touch, it makes sense.

And now that you know what it means it’s utterly adorable. How could you not be charmed by that? That he only wants your touch? You love him even more, doting on him with kisses and more touches and making him almond tofu whenever. It’s never really official when you start dating, but the sudden appearance of lots and lots of bites and nibbles on your neck and the altogether too pleased look on Xiao’s normally emotionless face is enough for most of the people working at the inn to put two and two together.

[yatori-morgana]

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Tweels with a goose fae s/o

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Random idea I had for no reason… Just for funsies, really. Short list of headcanons.

I specify fae because beastmen don't usually have an animal form.

Contents & Warnings: nothing beyond silly shenanigans and a single allusion to violence

»Jade Leech x gn!reader x Floyd Leech

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The obvious: swimming. You're not afraid to get wet, and that's a good thing with these two, especially considering how much they love pulling you into the water as a prank. You swim and play in the water a LOT. While you're in goose form, they like to flank you underwater and put on pretty light shows for you to admire. They might also try to pull you under, but you nip them and fly away. That's never as fun.

They're fascinated by the feathers on your humanoid body. Your hair gets wet, but your feathers don't — for obvious reasons. The natural oils. What interests them, especially Jade, is that your hair isn't given that same treatment. Plus, the little feathers scattered across your skin make you softer to the touch. And they're very pretty. Floyd is endlessly amused by your wet-dry body after getting splashed. Wet skin and hair, random dry patches from your feathers where the water just rolled right off.

Geese have tiny teeth! Both in their bills and on the sides of their tongue! That amuses and intrigues Jade while intriguing and disturbing Floyd. They like that you have tiny, razor-sharp teeth. You're like them! So you're not afraid of their teefies. <3

Floyd likes to give you sharp objects and set you loose on campus. Peace was never an option. Jade supports this. Floyd also likes giving you paper to shred. (Ever seen a goose shred paper with their bills? It's really cool. And lowkey funny.)

Floyd collects your feathers. He doesn't really care for shiny things and seemingly useless trinkets as much as other mer do, but he does like keeping little parts of you for when you're away. (His pillow is full of your feathers so he can keep you close.) He might even make something out of them and give it back to you as a gift.

Jade heard someone say "that's foul" one time and unlocked a new joke. You hate it. (If you don't get it: water fowl.)

Since you're a fae, you likely know a decent amount about nature. Jade tries to bring you on hikes with him, and for breaks, you'll swim in a nearby river together. He likes turning random things into competition while you're out together.

Floyd LOVES trying to surprise you into honking in your humanoid form. Jade snickers behind his hand when his brother succeeds. You might even find a video of the event on the latter's phone.

Summertime molting is Hell. They fumbled through learning how to help you since it's a frustrating and often painful process. They don't tease you as much when you're so irritable because they understand it hurts. :( Jade will make you relaxing teas and help loosen up some of your pin feathers. And yes, Floyd steals the molted feathers. If you tell him to stop, he doesn't.

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No one threatens to cook you up and eat you anymore. The twins made sure of that.

Half-baked at best. Just an idea I randomly had and needed to get down in some capacity. I hope it was at least amusing?

[mae-lou-ron]

Give Me the Twilight

Summary: Overworked and overtired, Commander Fox is just trying to make it through the rest of his shift, but with a budding migraine, it’s easier said than done. Lucky for him, you’ve got some ideas in mind about how to soothe him.

Pairing: Marshal Commander Fox x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fox suffering from a migraine, descriptions of migraine symptoms and triggers, sensory overload, Fox has teefies, teasing, senator reader is in a revealing dress and Fox can’t handle it. SFW with references to later non-descript sexual activity. Fluff (kissing, head massage, mando'a nicknames).

Word Count: 2,200

A/N: @ghostymarni marni, marni… what the heck are we going to do about all the delicious things you’ve been creating lately. DUH, MAE, YOU SAY? WE WRITE ABOUT IT, OF COURSE. But seriously, these pieces you did have been rolling around in my brain since you posted them, and I had a migraine yesterday, so like any normal person with clone brain rot, instead of resting, I projected it onto your sharp-toofed Fox and dumped 2,000+ words about it into my word processor. Beware: I wanted to riddle this thing with as much Fox Fanon™ as I could think of, so that's what I did. Fox girlies, I humbly present my offering to you.

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Marshal Commander Fox was thankful for three very specific things at this particular moment in time: the environmental filters on his helmet, the fresh batch of caf from the mess, and last but certainly not least—returning to his office to discover you were there, waiting for him.

"Well hello, ad’ika..." His warm, modulated voice rumbled through the room as he stepped over the threshold. "...are you lost?"

You turned your head, keeping your back to him. "What makes you say that, Commander?" you cooed. "Maybe this is exactly where I want to be..."

A silence descended upon the room, broken only by the quiet trill of the door locking and a soft clunk of his mug on the desk. His footsteps drew closer, slow and deliberate, bringing the lingering roasted scent that mingled with his presence. It was then you noticed he still hadn't removed his helmet despite the dimmed lighting—it looked like Fox was suffering from another migraine.

But before you could turn around, you felt the familiar weight of his armor pressed against your back, followed by the telltale hiss of a pressure seal. He set his helmet on the table in front of you before resting his gloved hands on its edge, one on each side of your waist. He sighed deeply as he caged you with his large frame, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck and shoulder; the darkness and pressure over his eyes relieved some of the throbbing behind them.

"I take it your evening concluded early, senator?" he said while running his nose along your bare shoulder, savoring the gentle scent of your skin. He had noticed that you recently stopped wearing perfume around him—another thing he greatly appreciated, especially right now when his head was already pounding enough without the added barrage to his sense of smell. "And tell me how is it you got in here without being seen?" he said with mock scolding.

"Mmm," you hummed, feeling his thick curls brush your shoulder. "I have my ways too, Commander... and you should know by now that I can be quite resourceful when I want something." You smiled, gently running your fingertips over his vambraces before covering his hands with yours. "Or someone..." Your sultry tone caused him to chuckle softly as he moved somehow even closer. "But the gala was actually quite short since the Chancellor never made his appearance..." Your breath hitched as his teeth grazed up the side of your neck. "And I was hoping to see you there..." you added, swallowing thickly.

"I was called away... the Chancellor..." he sighed, his warm breath fanning across your skin. "...you know what, it's not important," he said, his hands toying with the very silky and very red fabric that spilled out over your hips. "Did you wear this for me?" he rumbled.

To his delight, the dress was completely backless, save for a delicate silver chain that ran from the collar down to where the silky fabric draped over the curve of your backside, stopping dangerously above your hips. If he didn’t know any better, it looked like the chain was the only thing keeping the fabric on your body. His gloves were then discarded onto the table along with his helmet. You shivered as his fingertips slid under the chain, sweeping down along your exposed spine.

"Perhaps," you smirked as his hands alternated toying with the fabric and your soft skin. "It is one of my favorite colors, after all." A soft gasp escaped your lips as his mouth moved the base of your neck.

"Ah, so you were hoping to tease me, mesh'la... is that it?" he said darkly, spinning you around to face him. The long skirt of the garment gracefully swished and flared out at the abrupt movement.

"Well," you planted your hands on his shoulders, leaning close into his ear. "I was wearing something over it... but seeing me like this? Well, that's just for you..." you said huskily, making him groan deeply as his fingertips dug into the soft swell of your hips.

"Oh, mesh'la," his voice melted into an even deeper timbre. He loved when you did this. Whether it was wearing a nod to his colors, or the delicate fennec fox pin you often put in your hair for assembly. A smile tugged at his lips as he thought of the tiny tooka cat figure you'd playfully pushed into his hand that time you "ran into each other" at the night market a couple of months ago. What you probably didn't know was how he'd kept that precious trinket in his belt ever since, carrying a tiny piece of you with him wherever he went.

He held you against him as he rested his forehead to your temple. The scent of you, combined with the way the smooth fabric hugged your curves so perfectly, was somehow simultaneously soothing his nerves and driving him wild despite the other growing desire to lie down and close his eyes.

Suddenly, the courtyard lights began its ridiculous nightly display, flooding through the window with their bright, swirling patterns. Fox recoiled with a pained groan, grinding the heels of his hands against his eyes as the capillaries in his head exploded from a lingering ache into searing agony. Without hesitation, you went to the wall panel and activated the blast shield, plunging the room into a gentle darkness broken only by the soft glow of floor lighting.

"Are you alright?" you asked softly as he continued to rub his eyes. "Fox?" you implored, reaching for him. But before you could touch him, he gently snatched your wrist and brought it to his face, nuzzling into it before he planted a warm kiss on your palm, gazing intently into you with those impossibly deep golden eyes. He leaned in, dragging his teeth over the soft pulse point on your wrist.

"Yes…better now that you're here..." he said in a strained voice against your skin. You sighed and gently wrapped your fingertips around his jaw, caressing the stubble on his scarred cheek. He leaned into you, and your fingers moved into his hair, displacing some of his salt and pepper locks.

"Come here..." you murmured before you started gently massaging his scalp, earning you a deep groan from him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning into you.

His eyes fluttered closed as you massaged the back of his head down to his neck, giving you the perfect moment to press feather-light kisses to each of his eyelids, silently worshiping your hardworking Commander. Your fingers traced down his jaw and neck as you whispered, "Come home with me... let me take care of you."

He started to speak, but you cut him off. "I don't want to hear it. You let them work you to the bone, you deserve to be looked aft—" Your words were silenced as he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, drawing you into a gentle kiss.

"Hush now, cyar'ika," he chuckled gently against your lips. Fox's ochre eyes met yours with playful sternness, glinting in the dim light. "I was only about to ask if you still have those bacta patches..." he added with a soft peck.

"I do," you cooed, tracing the scar that ran along his jaw. "And some painkillers, and that tea you like, it'll help you relax." His lips quirked up in a small, grateful smile as you traced more soothing circles into his hairline.

"Being with you relaxes me..." he nuzzled into your cheek as you grinned, feeling his dark eyelashes flutter against your cheekbone. Your soothing touch combined with your gentle presence worked wonders, already melting away much of the lingering tension from Fox's arduous day.

"I should check if it's clear before it gets too late," he said, reluctantly pulling away to retrieve his helmet and gloves. After donning both, he opened the door and scanned the darkened corridor.

"Most practical, as usual, Commander," you stiffened your posture, playfully mocking your own senatorial facade as he returned to you, the door whooshing shut behind him.

"Well, we can't have anyone catching you sneaking out of my office at this hour," he murmured with a smirk in his tone, his gloved fingers trailing down your arm. "Especially not dressed like this..." he tilted his head and looked at you longingly from behind his visor with a soft sigh, disappointed that you'd worn that kriffing dress for him and he was in no state to be doing anything about it.

You were now very good at reading him with his helmet on. For so long it, was the only way you'd seen him. The first time you saw his face, you couldn't stop staring at him. You were instantly taken with how beautiful he was. You chuckled and squeezed his hand gently before reaching for the more modest, yet still opulently traditional overcoat you had adorned earlier.

"I'll still have the dress tomorrow, you know," you grinned, flashing him a good view of your leg as you walked towards the door. He took note of the deep slit in your dress that stopped at your mid-thigh—all Fox could think about in that moment was you guiding his hand to wander under and touch...

"Fox?"

"Here's what we're going to do, mesh'la..." he said urgently, fingers adjusting the collar of your coat. "I'm taking you home, then you're going to put some bacta patches on my head and make some tea and whatever else— and then I'm going to take my time worshiping every inch of you in that dress until you're begging me to take it off you." His voice was low and gravelly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine as his fingers traced up the edge of the slit.

"But first things first..." He pulled his hand away, making you grumble. He chuckled softly at your soured expression as he chivalrously offered you the crook of his elbow, now mocking his own stoic soldier facade. "Senator..."

You rolled your eyes but smiled at his gentle sense of humor, taking his arm with an equally dramatic flourish. "Why thank you, Commander. How very gallant of you to escort a lady home at this late hour."

As you left his office and strode through the empty corridors, you couldn't help but notice how he drew you closer to him before slipping out of the building and into the ever-bustling Coruscant evening.

You looked quite the pair as you walked arm in arm through the streets, with your dress billowing elegantly behind you and Fox in his polished guard armor, painted with those deep red stripes. Fox again found himself thankful for his helmet—not just for shielding him from Coruscant’s bright neon lights and roaring ambience, but for allowing him to steal glances at you without or anyone else noticing the lovesick expression on his face. He couldn't help it.

To any passerby, you appeared just as any other senator and Corrie would moving through the city late at night. But the way you walked beside him—proud and unabashed to be on his arm— it made his chest tighten with that feeling he was beginning to frequently associate with you. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to imagine being your proper escort for the evening, accompanying you to the gala and back home like a normal couple. But those thoughts quickly faded as his mind focused on what he truly cherished— being safely tucked away from prying eyes for another precious night with you. And better still were the times when those precious nights stretched into even more precious mornings.

[skellymom]

hiii can you do a story about after a long mission, Hunter and Fem reader are about to make out but Omega interrupts and just keeps asking about what they were doing

I’ve been dreaming of this thing for a long time

HI! Thanks for the ASK!!!

Sorry this one took awhile. Been working a LOT lately.

But, here it is! Hope you like!!!

(Pinterest pic credit: Maulia)

"LITTLE INTERRUPTIONS"

HUNTER X FEM READER ASK FIC

Background: This is set after Tantiss when the remaining characters settle on Pabu. My headcannon is they take off for missions to help Rex and the Clone Rebellion. Omega stays with Auntie Phee who keeps her busy with treasure hunting and (mostly) out of danger. She gets to still be a child with fun adventures.

Word count: 1K

Warnings: Swearing, mention of male erection, implied inevitable sexual activity

“Movies over. Time for bed, Omega!” Hunter promptly popped up off the sofa, nudging her to get up. 

“Aww...I’m not tired. Can we watch a couple holoshorts? THEN I’ll go to bed.” 

“Nope, off you go.” Finally dislodging her off the edge. “Brush your teeth first.” 

“Jeez...why are you in a hurry???”  

I couldn’t help but giggle at her persistence and sass. Little smarty pants. She suspected something was up. Usually, Hunter would let her linger a bit longer after the show was over. 

Hunter and I have been seeing each other in-between missions. Him with Clone Force 99 and me with my little band of Rebel Cell “Missfits” (an unruly group of women from planets all over the galaxy). Usually, our squads worked separately and had never heard of each other until meeting on a mission planned by Rex. 

He and I hit it off right away. 

From then on, we conveniently kept running into their squad. Even when we didn’t necessarily need help. And at times when we DEFINITELY needed it. They saved our asses on quite a few missions.  

The Missfits never forgot CF99’s generosity. We saved their cute butts too. After all, we support our allies. 

Eventually I just came out and confronted Hunter. And in front of both squads. Sometimes a woman’s gotta put a man in the hot seat to see what he says. 

“Hmm...we meet AGAIN! Are YOU keeping tabs on us?” Stated it loudly while staring him down...giving my devil may care expression. 

Hunter tried to hide his amazement at my bold statement. Keeping a neutral expression. He really did. But I could see the small barely perceptible grin at the corners of his sweet mouth. 

Kriff, I like to watch him lose his composure! Letting go of the control he tries so hard to keep in check... 

Wrecker couldn’t contain himself, slapping his brother’s shoulder HARD. “He’s keeping tabs on YOU! MAHAAA!!!” 

Hunter turned three shades of red while OUR entire squad erupted in wolf whistles and cat calls. The ladies COULDN’T let THAT go without making a big deal out of it. 

Of course, Wrecker’s statement was partially true. It was no secret he, Echo and Crosshair had a thing for the ladies in our squad. 

Then things got sticky with The Empire and we had to lay low for a while. Being seen together in the same place at the same time proved too risky. Our squads parted for quite a few months. We missed our men. They missed their women. 

But I digress. Back to Movie Night... 

Little Miss Omega really had our number. She glanced from Hunter to me.  

Surely, she suspected SOMETHING, just unsure of WHAT. 

“Goodnight kiddo. We’ll plan to do something fun and stay up later another night. With or without your brother.” I reached out with my foot and playfully kicked Hunter’s leg. 

He’s giving me that hungry look he gets when I’m sassy and physical with him... 

Omega smirked “Goodnight Y/N.” 

Then off she went to brush her teefies. 

Hunter settled back on the sofa, slid up close, arm up on the back of the couch around me. He expertly turned off the lamp on the table behind us. Smooth. 

We stared deeply into each other’s eyes in the semidarkness of the holoprojector. 

“Missed you. All I thought about for months.” His smoky voice so low. So deep. So...sexy. 

“Mmm...did ya now...” 

Maker, he’s so beautiful and sweet it makes my heart ache. Gonna tear him up tonight...quietly of course...we don’t want to wake up... 

“OMEGA! Go back to bed.” Hunter, doing his best to NOT sound annoyed. Didn’t even move from his position on the sofa. Still gazing in my eyes. 

The tiny, barely perceptible shadow in the hallway turns and scurries back to bed. 

“Damn Hunter. You’ve got kid radar.” 

“Not the only thing I’ve got.” He sensually runs his hands up my arms, shoulders, neck, caresses the sides of my face... 

...we close the gap between each other. Gently touching noses, foreheads. My arms slide up his stomach, chest...finally gripping his strong shoulders...and just as our lips meet... 

“HOLY KRIFF!” I just ‘bout lept off the sofa!!! 

Omega stood 5 ft in front of us...watching... 

“Hunter...did YOU teach her to be THAT quiet???” 

“What did I TELL YOU?!” He’s trying to be patient. Trying REALLY hard. 

“I’m thirsty...” Her expression is uncertain. She’s a good kid and certainly not trying to be disobedient. 

“You know where the sink is.” He’s the kind of guy who would get the water for her.  

But he CAN’T right now. I can feel his hardness against my thigh. Hunter shoots me an uneasy expression.  

He anticipates she’ll ask to be tucked into bed next...and he CANNOT support that action right now. 

I quietly giggle. 

He slowly shakes his head at me. 

Omega bounces into the kitchen and we can hear the sink running. 

The tap turns off. 

Sounds of a tiny person drinking. 

The rest of the water gets dumped into the sink.  

Clink of the glass being set on the counter. 

She’s quickly back in front of us. 

He inhales with the anticipation of her request. 

I’m watching all of this with bated breath...ready to bust out laughing. It’s NEVER a dull moment in The Batch household. 

“Will you tuck me...?” 

“OMEGA!” She jumps out of her skin. 

Echo emerges from the darkened hallway. A serious expression on his face, and a contrast to the #1 MOM t-shirt he’s wearing with his sweatpants. 

“Leave them alone and come to bed.” His expression softens. NOBODY can stay mad at Omega. 

“But...” She’s stalling. 

“Now, young lady.” Echo raises an eyebrow and holds his hand out to her. 

Omega glances back to Hunter. 

“Go on with Echo. We’ll talk more tomorrow. I know you have questions.” 

She nods and takes Echo’s hand. Before they disappear down the hall, Echo glances over his shoulder and winks at us. 

Hunter and I wait... 

The door to Echo’s room closes. Clearly, he’s running interference for us tonight. Providing privacy. Otherwise, Omega will keep sneaking out. 

Waiting a minute more...Hunter cocks his head like a dog...listening... 

While reaching over and pressing a button on the holo-remote. Slow, sensuous Jizz music starts to play. 

Then that handsome man turns back to me with an intensity in his eyes that makes my whole-body ache.  

“Now...where were we?” 

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[modern-inheritance]

heheheheh @Dragodraws1's art and all the fun Arya stuff I've been seeing in the fandom lately has me wanting to attempt to draw again, but I am, as you all know, BAD AT IT.

But I NEED to draw this sometime, especially since I've had my own adventures with Ketnip lately.

Best summary I can give atm is that Murtagh and Eragon wander into the embassy kitchen and are greeted by a very angry Brom who immediately starts yelling at them for switching the coffee pots around when they brewed the coffee that morning. He rants for 2-3 panels.

ALL the panels have a wiggly black thing dangling down from the top. Zipping around to different areas each new panel.

Brom is still ranting, and Eragon, being the ADHD kiddo he is, is just watching this thing and asks Saphira if he should pull it. Saphira, being Saphira, tells him he should, and she is ready to save him from whatever consequences.

Eragon, standing next to an annoyed Murtagh, who is starting to argue back, just does o_o ADHD hyperfixation face, reaches up while staring straight ahead, gives the thing a yank as it zips by next.

And with a massive thud and a crash Arya, in Mega Caffeinated Feral Draconic Elf Mode, falls from the ceiling she's been skitter-scrambling all over since she had what she assumed was decaf that morning, hisses and snarls and snaps her sharp teefies at them like a very VERY angry cat, and scrabbles up the fridge and crouches on top of it making angy cat chest growls.

Murtagh, instantaneous shriek: WHAT THE EVER LOVING FECK IS THAT–

Eragon: Oh. My. Gods. Caffeine is elf-nip.

Brom: YES. CAN YOU SEE WHY THIS IS A PROBLEM?! I HAVE AN OUT OF HER MIND ELF WITH THE BRAINPOWER OF A WEEK OLD HATCHLING AND A TROUBLE STREAK THE WIDTH OF THE COUNTRY AND DRAGON INSTINCTS. DO YOU THINK ANY OF US CAN CONTAIN THIS WOMAN RIGHT NOW?!

Eragon: ....Saphira might.

Later...Saphira is shown with her forelegs across Arya's struggling and snapping form, highly amused, teasing her calling her a misbehaving hatchling with no manners. Murtagh is poking her with the handle end of a broom. Brom looks like he finally had his aneurysm. Eragon is definitely trying to calm the elf down, crouched next to her, doing horse-calming talk.

Arya swears them all to secrecy on this.

[cryingpariah]

Was thinking back to your Birkan and Lunarian post today and it gave me the realization that just about all of the Seraphim are hybrids. Obviously, they're all half Lunarian but not all of them have purely human halves.

S-Snake is half-Kuja which seem to be a different type of human considering how they only ever give birth to females who become Kuja themselves and are innately more intuitive when it comes to haki.

S-Shark is half-fishman, obvi.

S-Bear is half-buccaneer, again obvi.

Moria's seraphim may be half ancient giant, since Moria always seemed like he's had ancient giant blood what with his size and natural horns.

That leaves S-Hawk, S-Flamingo, and S-Crocodile as the only ones who are half human.

Except not so in Free Seraphim AU bc Gabe is a quarter fishman just like Crocodile! It's where they both get their sharp teefies from.

Funnily enough I was originally going to include the Seraphims into the post but it was easier to just focus on Urouge's role.

It hasn’t been very long since we've last seen the Seraphims (or specifically S-Hawk, S-Snake, S-Bear and S-Shark) so I’m not exactly expecting them but we haven’t gotten our proper introduction to S-Crocodile, S-Bat and S-Flamingo which I could totally see being Elbaf! S-Bat in particular is intriguing due to the assumption of having ancient giant blood which coupled with Lunarian level defences and a DF should make him a tank of a little lad! I do think he’d be an important piece to the puzzle of solving the rampant bigotry towards the ancients the modern giant society has!

(I do also S-Hawk's human half because Mihawk is definitely very…very yknow? Plus those eyes can’t just be for good character design, especially with its similarities to Imu!!)

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

💚anon

Karina used to have bunny teeth (like her two front teeth were longer than the others) as a child, but Mrs. Rosehearts had it shaved down at the dentist

Floyd saw a picture somehow and was so disappointed when he realized she didn't have them anymore

Karina, mouth open: ...what are you doing?

Floyd, frowning as he looks inside her mouth, specifically at her teefies:

[I'm realizing just now her mouth is wide open in front of floyd omg... 😭]

Floyd: ... *realized what he did and lets go*

[sebadztian]

Watching the episode now, but no screenshot because CR doesn't allow screenshots.

The P4's obsession with 'tradition' is mental. Even Ciel recognized that. I understand why they killed Arden (guy was annoying af), but the way their reason with it is kinda crazy... For tradition? But then again, they cried because they were allowed to step on the grass, so this school is pretty fucked up... I guess, anything to make them feel better about committing a mass murder...

Sebas' eyes change colour in different shots and it's driving me crazy! My god... This is probably my biggest gripe with his new design.

BUT his teeth are so fine! They're fairly generous with it and he's so fangy & teefy this season! So happy 🥰

In all honesty, I don't quite understand UT's concept for Bizarre Dolls. How did he attach those 'future' to the cinematic record? Like, where did he get those 'future record' from? Does it mean that ambitious people makes the best BDs?

Shoutout to UT's eyes!! Honestly, how did he see through that fringe of his?

And the battle begins...

No, wait... Sebastian, Sebastian... Just kick the guy already! Why are you playing some odd version of arm wresting with him?

Oh, great... Now they're hugging... Damnit, Sebastian!

Why do the BDs sound like Transformer robots?

My god... Harcourt really peed his pants...

Big talk, Seb. You just stood there the whole time... Have you not learned your lesson? When it comes to UT, you can't take your damn sweet time...

Okay, okay... So, I need to digest this...

The imagined fight sequence in Sebas' head is actually cooler than the reality of what happened next. UT even gave him a haircut. Maybe that's why Seb changed course. He didn't want a haircut...

Speaking of change, they changed the text! Instead of "protecting my contractor", they changed it to "protecting my young master" (he did say 'bocchan') 🥹 So domesticated!

And UT's knowing smirk... And his words, "That's our butler"? Sounds like some sort of an approval to me. And he knows that the demon has been domesticated!

The parting booty shake tho!!

Ahhh... The scene that I've been waiting for... It's so intense, even Harcourt fainted from the intensity of it!

This poor boy is the real victim here... First, he found out his crush is actually a butler, then he peed his pants, and then, he had his heart broken all over again because Seb & Ciel are being so gay... He's like the butt of every single joke...

I hate that Sebstian's eyes are not glow-y anymore though... 😭

Edward, you're a good man. Just keep that up, yeah?

So good to see Ciel & Seb in their 'normal' attire & roles. Don't get me wrong, I do love Professor Michaelis, but Sebastian the butler is much better.

Snake 😭😭😭

Well, I'm hoping this is not the last episode. Aren't we getting 12 episodes? Or was it 10? Assuming we do get 12 epsiodes, then the next one should be the shopping trip. So fun! 😄 But then... What would be the 12th episode? 🤔

[makeitp1nk]

Shoutout to my beloved good boy for taking three meds today like a real champ!

He was just diagnosed with feline stomatitis. His gums are a mess, and no one had any idea. We just knew his breath stank. I feel awful, but I’m so grateful we know what’s up and can get him help!

Keep an eye on your babies’ teefies, friends!

[anneimaginesundertale]

Sharing baby pictures, with Smiley

He's cooing immediately. That's you? You were so tiny! Stars, ya still had those eyes! He begs you to let him keep a few pics. Very secretly, in the depths of his soul, he wonders if this is what your kids will look like someday. Or maybe they'll have a little more skeleton in 'em?

If you ask him for his baby pictures, he's happy to show you "but there ain't too many of 'em and they ain't too good". He's not wrong. The pictures are small and a bit blurry, but you can see his cute little round face and his big sharp teefies...He was adorable! He'll also show you his brother's baby pictures. There's a lot more of those. Grim was pretty cute too!

[vin-at-thehub]

We could totally exchange dms ^^ tho I'm not very active on Discord sadly (lack of device access most of the time 😔)

But! On here is perfectly fine!

Hello Honey! Lovely to meet you >< My partner is in with the brainrot somewhat so I've picked up on a bit of the terms I think? Thank you for what I'm almost certain is a compliment, you're also very sigma skibidi rizzler <3

I love Sonic Prime actually? Favorite character is Chaos Sonic by like a shatterspace (><) altho Shadow is so silly. And Dread. I love his teefies. Confession: sucker for fangs

Anywho- I've tried out water color too, I wasn't very good at it :'3 usually I stick to digital and sketching but uhhhh I might start trying to get back into it

And Dream! I'd love to get a chance to talk with him! If he wants to come say hi, I love reading too :D Ik you work at a library but I have like a mini library of my own from accumulated books over the years. If he's into fantasy or dragons, I'd 100% recommend Wings of Fire or the Eragon series. Both very good reads, though WoF is geared towards young teen/young adult while I'd consider Eragon a good bit more adult geared just because of vocabulary and there's like a whole language translation system in the back of the book. Or there's a few that I've loved about animals, like Pony or Pax? Pax was a very cute book x3 And on classics, I've read 1984 and Fahrenheit 451. I'd actually like to reread that one. It was a good book- erm I could yap about books for ages- ahem anyway rambling-

I'm a bit knowledgeable about FNAF cuz one of my friends has been super into it for years... I had the entire lore yapped to me for about an hour straight... /Aff He's cool though lol.

Also if any of the others feel like saying hi, they should know I'm like super excited to meet them as well ^^

Don't mind the wall of text I've sent into your ask box- I get excited about making friends... Especially 13 of them in one. What a deal! /silly /hj

Ooooh hehe that’s all so cool-!! And thanks for putting up with Honey—I’ll definitely set up a time for us all to chat via DMs-!!

Ooh, mine is Shadow so far—I just love our hot topic wanna be (:

Yeah watercolors are cool-!! All art is cool -!!

Hehe we all love book recommendations, and I’ll def let him know about them-!! He is asleep rn so when we wakes I’ll let him know to speak with you /post

Pffttt yessir we are a buy one get 12 more free deal-!!

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Eel Toofies (Jade)

Jade gotta have them too, right? The cute sharp toofies?

NOTE: I only write for female reader.

— ( ` ω ´ )

Jade is not self-conscious, but he is self-aware

Not like ~that~

He's just very aware of how he presents himself and how people see him

So of course he catches on very quickly that hi teeth, and consequently his brother's, tend to unsettle people, which is no good

Well, it's very good, because fear is a very amusing emotion to watch, but it's a hassle when he's trying to work, or to just have an efficient conversation

So he learns to hide his teeth, speak with his lips almost closed, smile with his mouth closed, so on

He still proudly flashes his pearly whites whenever he feels like, enjoying the looks on people's face that he is in fact still an eel and should not be seen as less dangerous than his impulsive brother

(in fact, and he will humble brag about it, Jade feels that a wolf in sheep's clothing is way more threatening than a rabid dog)

Enters you.

Fearless? Reckless? Stupid nonetheless.

You just got curious. You've seen Jade around many times, seen his smiles and heard his pleasant voice. But you never got to see his chompers, which you thought was unfair because Floyd had a lovely bunch of them and you wanna see Jade's now

So you just.... Do that.

(RIP, my dudette)

Jade is less guarded around you. He finds you amusing, and your particular talent for finding trouble, or being found by it, is hilarious.

You're also pretty inoffensive, a weak little human with no magic. So long as he catches you without your pesky friends (or worse, the powerful people like Leona who you managed to charm into being your protector), you are not a threat

Or so he thought as he bent down to place the drink you asked on the table, smiling pleasantly as always, only for you to surprise him once more by grabbing his face and forcing his mouth open

Jade froze, a million thoughts running in his mind as he processed what just happened. You, the harmless human girl, just used a flick unguarded moment of his to grab his face and open his mouth so you could look at his teeth

Before he could think about his next step, which probably involved bitting off your fingers, you let go of him and relaxed against the comfortable couch

"You do have cute little teefies! They're so white and shiny and sharp!"

Congratulations, you managed to break Jade fucking Leech.

— ( ` ω ´ )

After that day, Jade became a little more cautious around (Y/N)'s hands, and scolded her for a good minute about doing that in public, which—and he should've seen that one, honestly—was promptly answered with an inquiry if she could do it in private then.

The agreeing answer surprised even him when it came.

But he is not going to complain when he can just give her a smile, a big open mouthed smile, and receive a beaming grin in exchange—and the look of pure terror from her pesky friends. So amusing.

And he definitely won't complain as he lounges on the couch in Azul's office during his break, head on her lap as she coos over his appearance: his cheeks, his hair, his eyes and, of course, his "cute little teefies".

"Your teefies are so nice today, Jade!"

"Of course, I take great pride in my hygiene."

"You're just one hell of an eel~" (Y/N) giggles, a thumb gently rubbing his chin as her hand rests on his cheek.

That earns her another toothy grin, and following her streak, Jade is absolutely surprised with how sincere it is

[kiankiwi]

Babysitter:

Summary: You had to go on an overnight business trip but Austin's in littlespace so you leave him with your sister. Many tears ensue!

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You and Austin were just finishing dinner and you were getting ready to have a big talk with him. You needed to go on a trip overnight for work and Austin had been showing signs he had needed to regress so you had asked for your sister to come over to take care of him and stay with him in case he went into headspace while you were away. But this is the first time he'd technically have a "babysitter" so you didn't know how it was going to go. Good hopefully.

Austin was putting the last of the night's dishes into the dishwasher and you sat on the couch, gesturing for him to come over. "Hey babe, can we talk?" Austin eyed you, trying to see if he missed something he needed to remember or if he was mad at him. "What's up love?" You sighed, hoping you didn't make him sad or mad. "Baby... I gotta go do something for work tomorrow and it has to be overnight Aus." Fear flashes in his baby blues. "What if I slip? I-I haven't gone down in weeks and-and I'm s-so tired, mama, I just- what if-" His hands slowly go up to his blonde locks and pull at them, his voice laced with so much anxiety.

You stand and take a step toward him and wrap your hands around his arms, pulling his arms down so he doesn't pull his hair out and take both of his hands in his. "Baby, slow down okay? I figured you wanted to slip so my sister, Angie, you remember her? She's is gonna come and stay here overnight just in case okay? And if you don't slip that's fine too but seeing you stressed out over the last couple of days, I'd rather not have you stay in the apartment overnight alone just in case okay? Angie already knows about your headspace and expects you to drop so you don't have to worry about any judgement okay? She wants to help you and I'll be gone for only 1 day? One full sleep okay? But I have to go, baby." You drop his hands and cup his face in your hands. He sniffs, nodding. You can tell by looking in his eyes that he's already starting to slip right in front of you so it's safe to say he'll be completely down by the time you leave him with your sister.

"Is there something you want from me, bubs?" He reaches up to knuckle at his eye. "C-can I-I slip now? Is that okay?" You rise up on your tiptoes to peck his forehead and Austin drops his head down so it's easier for you to give him kisses. "Of course baby, you know you don't have to ask me to go down, I'll always take care of you, you don't need permission baby." He nods. "'kay mama." You reach down and squeeze his hand. "How should we end this night? Jammies, teefies or a bottle?"

He looks to you, confused because you were giving him a choice even though you knew his bedtime routine. He very much wants his regular routine. You put a finger up, amending your statement. "Sorry, which one do you want to do first?" He nods, looking at his socked feet. "Um, baba please." You nod. "Lay down and I'll get it ready." You say, pointing to the long couch.

You were up very early the next morning, letting your sister into the apartment by 5:30. You had told her to text you when she got there instead of knocking because you wanted Austin to stay asleep for as long as possible because you had a feeling when he woke up and realized that you had left him in head space he'd rain hell down on your sister.

"Hey, thanks for doing this. I was right, he slipped pretty soon after I told him I was leaving last night." Your sister nods, taking her coat off and getting comfy. "Of course! Is there anything I need to know?" You grab your coat and look around the apartment, trying to organize your last minute thoughts.

"Uuuum, let him sleep for as long as he wants today, I imagine he'll be a bit of a terror today when he realizes I let him sleep instead of saying goodbye. Um, it helps keeping him occupied, give him tasks to keep him busy but if shit hits the fan, you guys can facetime me whenever. He's obsessed with Mac and cheese right now so that's probably what he'll want for dinner, you can take him out if you want but he might be scared of paps, uh, bedtime is usually around 7:45-8 but he usually wants snuggles so he's allowed to sleep in my bed tonight and he knows that. After dinner, he's very particular about his bedtime routine; It's always dinner, bath, bottle, story and bed. I ran it all by Austin last night trying to calm him down about it so... if you have any other questions you can always text, call or if all else fails, ask him." Your sister nods, putting her hand up to stop you. "What are his toddler words? So I don't have to decode his language very much." You smiled. You loved explaining his baby speak. You tried to think of toddler words Austin would use. "Let's see, stuffed animals are stuffies, milk is milkies, mac and cheese is just cheese, story is stopies, strawberries is strawbabies, his blankie is manky, pretending is 'tending. Um, sorry I can't think of any more."

Your sister nodded. "It's okay, you gotta go, if I need anything I'll just text you." You nodded. "And I'm sorry in advance if he gives you a hard time this morning. He doesn't like being left alone. Especially if I'm the one leaving." She nods and asks, "You got everything?" You look toward the bedroom with a sad look on your face. You don't want to leave.

"Should.. should I say goodbye?" She shakes her head. "No, no, that'll just make it worse. Just let him sleep, now go, go!" You nod and Angie basically shoves you out the door.

Angie decides to nap on the couch until Austin gets up since he runs their day.

And he finally gets up around 9:30 quietly shuffling out into the living room with his blankie or as Austin likes to say, his "manky" clutched tightly in one hand. He looks at Angie who waves, not getting closer to the tall boy unsure of what he's going to do with his big emotions. "Good morning, how'd you sleep buddy?" Austin points to the front door and whispers, "Mama go?" his lip wobbling. Angie nods, walking over to Austin. "Yeah Aus, she didn't want you wake you." Austin starts to cry he sits in front of the front door of your apartment, pulling his knees up to his chest and putting his head on his knees, rocking a bit as he cries out, "Mama didn't even say 'oodbye! Mama! Mama you forgot me! Mama!" Austin screams for his mama, throwing his head back.

Angie decides she has to do something she can't just sit there and watch him unravel. "Oh, I'm so sorry sweetheart. But mama always comes back, oh sweetie." She sits in front of Austin and pushes his head into her chest, letting him lay there, rubbing his back as he lays half on his "aunt" and half on the floor, his legs bent so he doesn't feel as big. "Mama didn't forget you bug, it would be so boring at mama's meeting so she trusted me to hang out with you for a bit, is that okay?" No, Austin decides that is most definitely not okay. He pushes Angie away, rolling away from her. "No, no! You're not my mommy! You're not mommy, I want mommy!" He gets up and runs back into the bedroom slamming the door behind him.

Angie sighs, sitting back on the couch, deciding to just let him have a cry and have his feelings. And he most definitely doesn't want comfort for her so she'll just wait until he cries it out.

Fifteen minutes later, Austin's cries finally quiet down. He reappears in the living room entryway, leaning tiredly on the wall, eyeing Angie. "Hi bubs, want to try this again? What would you like for breakfast?" Austin silently quirks his lips, thinking of his options. "Mickey awfuls please?" Angie smiles nodding. "Sure bud. Here I'll get those started, why don't you come sit down." Austin looks back at the bedroom. "Can.. can my puppy come too?" Angie resists cooing at how cute he is. "Sure bud, go get your puppy." Angie smiles as she prepares the waffles, hearing Austin scampering back into the room grabbing his favorite stuffed blue dog.

"What's your puppy's name buddy?" Austin smiles for the first time today. "He's Pepper." Angie shakes the paw of the stuffed dog just to amuse Austin. "Well nice to meet you, Pepper." Austin snickers as Angie sets Austin's plate of two waffles with pictures of Mickey Mouse on the top, already pre sliced.

"Eat up Mister. Then we'll do something, fun okay?" Angie pours a little bit of syrup on his waffles but Austin looks expectantly up at her as soon as she stops pouring. "No, that's enough for that much bud. Gosh you are gonna be so messy.." Angie whispers as an afterthought as she watches Austin begin to eat, almost opening his mouth as wide as it will go the way toddlers do.

Angie starts cuing up a movie for Austin when she hears him yelp. The tears start again as Angie turns to find out what happened. "What happened buddy?" Austin points to the stuffed dog on the table next to his plate that indeed has syrup splotches on it. "I-I-I just wanted Pepper to try some and his fur got m-m-messy. I'm sorry!" Angie stands behind his chair, running a hand comfortingly through his dirty blonde curls. "Oh that's alright sweetie, I'll wash him for you. It's all okay. But we don't feed our stuffies our food okay?" He nods, pouting at our plate. Angie points to his food. "Finish up and I'll help Pepper okay? He'll be okay I promise."

Austin looks up at her hopefully. "You a stuffy docta?" Angie nods. If that's what he wants to believe, sure. "Of course, And all my patients leave feeling all better. Okay? Now eat!" Austin nods and digs back into his waffles, trusting you with his friend.

After breakfast, Angie starts a disney movie for Austin and he scoots over to his tub of alphabet blocks and looks to Angie, silently asking for permission. He was a quiet boy. Angie nodded. "Yeah, you can dump them out." Austin grinned, happy to cause some destruction and be messy. He looked through all the letters on the wooden blocks thinking of all of the possibilities. Angie leans forward on the couch and taps Austin on the back. "Can you spell... your name?" Austin grins even wider loving the new task he was given and quickly finding the letters to spell out his first name.

"Good job, lovie! Let's send that to mommy okay? Show her what a smart boy you are!" Austin nods, giggling excitedly. Angie snaps a picture and claps, encouraging him. "Now... do you know what momma's name is?" "Y/N." He whispered. Angie highfived him. "That's right buddy. How about you show momma you can spell her name now?" Austin gets to work but he has a different idea.

While Angie is texting you, updating you on the day she and Austin had had, Austin poked her in the knee and pointed to his new masterpiece. His name in blocks was still there. And below it was the word Mommy. Angie laughed, "You silly boy."

Angie then texted you, asking if it was okay to facetime as a nice surprise for Austin. The phone immediately started ringing. "Aus, come up here, mama's on the phone." Austin scampers onto the couch, sitting next to your sister as she accepts the call. Austin waves his large hand in your face. "Hi momma! Hi!" You laugh, laying on the hotel bed in your suite. "Hi baby, you being a good boy for Angie?" Austin looks down, unsure. "Uh..." You give him a stern look. "Austin?" Angie jumps in to defend him. "We had a rough morning, poor baby was sitting by the door wanting you but we fixed it and had waffles, huh bud?" He nods, his finger in his mouth now. "Mmhm got syrup on Pepper." Angie quickly gives him paci that was on the coffee table and you give your sister a thankful look.

"Ah baby, I'm so sorry you were sad but mommy had to go. You wouldn't like it here, I wouldn't get to spend any time with you here baby. And I figured you wanted to stay down longer..." Austin looks far off, trying to process in his kid mind what she's explaining to him. One lone tear falls down his cheek though and collides with his pacifier. "You didn't say goodbye. No hug..." You sigh sadly. "I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't want to wake you, I wanted to let you sleep. Can you forgive me, baby?" Austin thinks for a minute and eventually nods. "Yeah, mama." You smile at him. "Good. What else did you do today?" You ask, hoping to get him on a different subject.

Austin adjusted, curling his legs up on the couch, turning to the side so he can still see you on the phone and laying his head on the back of the couch. It was getting close to his nap and he was showing it. "We watch a movie and I spell with blocks." You nod, grinning proudly. "Yeah, I saw that baby, you're such a little genius." Angie turned the camera so you could see he spelled Mommy too. "This was his next creation." "Oh wow!" You gasp. "I love that baby. You're such an artist." Austin giggles tiredly as Angie turns the camera back so you can see Austin. You frown, you won't be there to tuck Austin in for his nap.

"Gosh baby, you're looking sleepy." He nods, yawning hugely. "Oh wow, so sleepy." Angie puts her head on top of Austin's to lean in. "I think it's time for a nap buddy. You wanna say goodbye to mama?" He whimpers, "No, I don't want mama to go away again!" You sigh. "It's okay baby, I'll call again before you go to bed for the night okay? And then I'll be home so soon okay? Go get cozy in bed and Angie will get you another baba and when you get up you can play some more. Maybe spell me some more words." Austin gives you a soft smile. "Okay mama. I be good and go s'eep." You blow Austin a kiss. "You're always my good boy baby, even if you get sad sometimes. I love you sweet boy." Austin blows you three noisy kisses. "Wuv 'oo mama." You smile as you hang up with him.

Austin gives Angie back the phone and dashes to his bedroom, dutifully getting under the covers, hugging another one of his stuffies to his side and snuggling down into the blankets. You hand him a bottle she had quickly made while he was choosing which friend to nap with. He quickly spits out his paci to replace it with his bottle, sucking greedily at the sweet milk.

While Austin is asleep, Angie gets to work on washing Pepper in the sink. She's just drying him off and thinking she'll get to cleaning up Austin's blocks when she hears him whining from his bedroom. "You okay buddy?" She walks in to see see Austin clutching his bear to his chest and crying. Angie sits beside him, cupping his wet cheek in her hand. "What happened love?" He hiccups on the words, "B-bad d-d-dream...." Angie hugs the sleepy boy to her chest, rocking him until he's just whimpering. "Oh I'm sorry baby, do you want to tell Aunt Angie about it?" He shakes his head, sucking hard on his paci. "Is mama okay?" He asks. Angie is pretty sure you were in the dream at that point and that's what prompted his question. "Yes baby, she's still texting me about all the plans we have for today." Austin's lip wobbles. "Will she be home when I wake up t'morrow?" Angie tsks, sad to give him the news. "No but she'll be home around noon okay? So if you want to sleep in tomorrow, that's totally okay." He nods, looking around his bedroom, seeming to remember what he was doing there before the bad dream.

"You still sleepy bud? You can go back to sleep for a little." Austin immediately lays back down, still holding Angie's hand. "Snuggle please?" She nods. "Of course I'll snuggle with you."

Later that night, Angie was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner while Austin was watching Dora and interacting with it. To be quite honest, he was procrastinating bedtime because he knew you wouldn't be here to put him to sleep. Yeah, Angie was okay but you were his mommy. And damn he missed his mommy. After cleaning up the toys Austin had played with thorough out the day and cleaned up the kitchen from dinner you put Austin's favorite things to sleep with on your big bed and prepared him another bottle with vanilla mixed in, offering it to him as he stood in the middle of the room answering Dora's questions.

"C'mon Aus, it's bedtime buddy." He tapped his foot on the ground, hesitant to go with her. He wondered if he could just snag the bottle and run off to avoid bedtime. "Uh, not yet Angie." But not even ten minutes later, he rubbed his eyes, proof that he was sleepy again. "C'mon buddy I know you're sleepy. Let's go get nice and cozy c'mon and you can have your baba and bed, c'mon." Austin backed away from her a step and whimpered, "Mama..." Angie sighed. "I know bud but the sooner you go s'eepies the sooner you wake up and she'll be back here with you." Austin groaned wanting to cry but not having the energy. "Let's go buddy once you get in bed we can call her again okay?" That did it, as soon as Angie offered his bottle, jammies and another call with you, he was ready for bed.

The next day, Angie doesn't wake Austin up at all, just cleaning up the house and letting him sleep so that he'd spend less time missing you until you were actually here. He stumbles sleepily out the bedroom at 11:30, hair messed up, paci in his mouth and blankie dragging behind him. You were due home in 20 minutes. "Hey sleepyhead." He eyes the door as he shuffles over to the couch and drops onto it and bunches his blankie on his lap. "Guess who's already on her way home!" Austin's eyes light up. "Mama come home? See Ausie?!" Angie nodded, looking through the options for a late breakfast. "Yep! She'll be here so soon! What do you want for breakfast while we wait for her baby?" Austin, excited now toddles over to the kitchen and sits at his usual spot requesting yogurt this morning.

You were finally home. You expected to hear screaming and crying as you walked through the door but surprisingly Austin didn't even notice you were in the apartment, too focused on his morning cartoons. Your sister does notice you though and points to you. Austin launches himself at you with a squeal of glee. You cuddle him close, squeezing hard until you hear, "Mama.... can't.. breathe." You pull back to notice Austin's eyes are brimmed with tears yet again. "Oh it's okay baby. Mama won't leave again, you're okay." Austin hugs you again, nuzzling into your neck whispering, "Missed you so much!" You put your hand on the back of his head, leaning back a bit to peck his cheek. "I missed you too baby. I was thinking about you all night." You sit with Austin and your sister on the couch. You were prepared for Austin to be clingy for the rest of the day, attached to your hip. Austin climbed into your lap which wasn't an easy task and snuggled into you while you turned your attention to your sister. "Everything went okay?" She nodded, grabbing her shoes. "Yeah, we had some tears and he had a bad dream earlier today but other than that all was good. I'll get outta here and leave you two be. Love you guys." You nodded, carding your hands through the back of Austin's hair as he laid his head on your shoulder as he sat on his lap. "We love you too, say bye Aus." Austin doesn't move from inside your neck as he says, "Bye Aunt Angie." Only caring that his momma was back with him.

After your sister left, you soaked up your baby's cuddles as much as you could. "Do you want a bottle baby?" He nodded but refused to stay back on the couch, he had to be at least holding your hand while you went to the kitchen and made it. Good thing you were used to making bottles one handed.

You settle back on the couch and gesture for Austin to make himself comfy against you before you shake up his bottle and hand it to him. He shakes his head, he wants you to hold it for him, it helps him feel smaller that way. "Oh okay baby, I suppose I can hold it today." He sucks down the yummy bottle, not daring to take his eyes off of you and eventually reaching his hand up and cupping your cheek, tapping his large fingers against your skin. "Yeah I'm right here, love. I'm not going anywhere. You can nap baby, I won't disappear." He nods and finally lets his eyes drift shut

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My babysitter fic is finally done!! I wanted to post it before I went to bed! I hope you enjoy it. This was just over the span of one night but I may write one where it spans over a week so if you want that let me know <3 Hope you enjoyed! @mooodyblue