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[farginen]

@baracafee​​  /  ♡​​

who knows for how long she's been like this.  half sitting in bed, drifting off and out of consciousness ⸺ unable to fully fall asleep, unable to look at or think about anything but the tiny one sleeping soundly on her chest to the beat of her heart.  riza's tired eyes open finally, forcing herself awake at the sound of black hayate quietly whining and his ears perking up signalling someone is about to enter the room.  

“ lieutenant havoc? ”    she asks at the sight of familiar blonde hair and well known blue eyes her.  her features soften with warmth, emotions running a little high but she can't help but feel grateful jean would come see them.  for those like her with no blood relatives left, the friends she works with and sees every day is all there is, the only ones she’s excited to introduce to her son to.    “ came to meet the newest addition the team? ”

[aodamo]

          “ Put on a damn shirt... “ Duncan huffed, ears blatantly red.

[ohsins]

“M-MISTER GUMSHOE, can you PLEASE put a SHIRT ON—“

[a-prekliatyvlk]

-bangs pots and pans.- 

damao is the best himbo wolf and deserves all the belly rubs. 

this has been a psa. 

[pyroaress]

also big shoutout to silabus for my pretty pretty banners @baracafee​

[ohtragedy]

@baracafee cont.

“WH—“

Brown eyes for wide and he nearly JOLTS from the smack, a deep red colour appearing on his face as he turns his head back to try and LOOK at him, though it’s difficult when Apollo was being carried like a SACK of POTATOES. Now, the brunette was wondering if THIS was a good idea—maybe he should have stuck with the embarrassment from his MENTOR…

“W-w-wait—PLEASE don’t call me that—“ what the hell did he get himself into?

[volot]

doesn't look away as you reblog that

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[stonedeafdogarch]

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it’s the first time he’s up in four days. It feels like forever since he walked through the hallways by himself. He finally got discharged with the promise that he was going to take it easy. He has enough to keep him busy as he wheels his basket full of hobbies ( his books , his crocheting. . . He feels like an old woman.  ) His food , which he made too much of by the way , is also neatly packed in the basket. He just needs to find someplace quiet. He knows for a fact Mustang and Hawkeye are out on some kind of scouting missing. He was too tired to fight and ask what it was for. His back is hurting again ;; a faint reminder of the scar that runs down his spine , how much of a hassle just a little bit of rain caused his whole body. 

He’s slow in the hallway , a couple of lower soldiers had asked him if he needed help but he shakes them off , his irritability is rising , but it’s not enough for him to have a full blown meltdown. 

Finally , finally , he’s near the offices , and he’s not even expecting another to be there. But he doesn’t mind another person. Especially if it’s someone so closely knitted into his main squad. It takes him entirely too long to settle and sit down , but before he does , he unpacks literally way too much food for himself & places one of the homecooked meals on the desk in front of the other. 

[   made too much    ] he signs with no context as he sits back down with a wince. 

@baracafee​  ( for jean )