#tiny bit of fluff

[danisnotmyname]

Fandom: Agatha All Along (TV)

Rated M, 2k words

Summary: Power corrupts; Agatha is cursed with an abundance of it, and you just can't fight fire with fire even if Rio believed and tried.

*** “You knew what they were going to do to me, and you did nothing,” Agatha asked, more curious than angry. “I broke the lock to their vault-library, didn’t I? Then, you were brave and powerful enough to take the books.” Rio smiled, as if she was genuinely proud of Agatha. “A blade cuts only when you wield it so. Mommy saw you as a sharp, pointy thing, and a sharp, pointy thing you shall be.”

[maiaswriting]

Condemned to Jealousy

Fandom: Star Wars, but where Fives was listened to, Palpatine is gone and the Republic is winning the war once and for all.

Pairing: Fives x Reader, unrequited Crosshair x Reader

Content: Angst and a little bit of fluff.

Warnings: Mentions of blood.

Word Count: 1642

A/N: Mando'a translations are 'mesh'la' = beautiful, and 'ner kar'ta' = my love. I wrote this in an evening so it's rather messy, but I've had this idea on my mind for a couple of days and actually wrote it for once.

When he hears that the 501st are on shore leave too, Crosshair bristles. All he wants is some quality time away from the front lines with you, and now he knows that his chance is squandered. Whilst you had been working with Clone Force 99 since Echo joined, as his personal medic (keeping his biomechanics running smooth, as well as helping with the trauma of Skako Minor), you were previously assigned with the 501st. That meant that you were going to meet up with Troopers that you had once served with and Crosshair would be deprived of your presence. He tried to push down his annoyance at the fact, but the sniper barely lasted an hour pretending to be fine. The grumpiness of his amplified over the days before their shore leave, culminating to the present moment: sitting with his brothers in a booth at 79s, brooding over a glass of whiskey and staring daggers into the table surface.

The music around the bar pulsed with energy, the floor filled with various clones who were moving with the steady beat – either with each other or with a nat-born who’d taken interest. Some clones still wore their plastoid, some wore their blacks, or a mix of the two. Some clones even wore civ clothes, although it was somewhat rare. Most of the colour adorned by the clones here tonight was, of course, blue. Too much blue, Crosshair thought to himself as his eyes shifted over the crowd, looking for you.

It took him a while to find you, for you and those you were currently with were hidden by the throng. By then he saw you; the first glimpse he saw was of you with a wide grin spread across your features, eyes crinkled slightly, laughing at something one of the clones around you said. There are three of them with you, Crosshair identifies. Two of them are bald and tattooed, the other with slicked back hair, a vaguely anchor shaped beard, and a tattoo upon his temple. Crosshair narrowed his eyes to get a better look at the tattoos. Bald Trooper No.1 has blue lines wrapping around his scalp and onto his face; he is dancing near you, shimmying quickly and with no rhythm. The sniper actually recognised Bald Trooper No.2: Jesse. He was on Anaxes and they had a mutual dislike of each other, making Crosshair wrinkle his nose as he observes the close proximity of the clone to you… Even if Jesse is laughing at Bald Trooper No.1 and now seeking to playfully tackle him. However, Crosshair’s distaste at Jesse’s presence quickly diminishes as Bearded Trooper wraps his arm around your shoulders, turning his head to reveal his tattoo in greater detail to Crosshair – an aurbesh five. He knew this clone too, but had met him only briefly after the rescue of Echo, for he was his batch-mate, Fives…

The ARC Trooper with aurbesh tattoo looks down at you, a toothy smirk spreading across his features. His honey hued irises sparkle in the throbbing lights and you realise as your eyes lock that you have missed this man so much.

Before being assigned to the Bad Batch, before the rescue of Echo, you had served with the 501st. You got on with all of them, Rex, Jesse, Tup, Hardcase, Kix, and even Dogma, who was a little hard to like at times. But Fives… On your first day with the legion, and after being introduced to Rex’s squad as their non-combat doctor, Fives had come up to you with that smirk of his and hit you with the cheesiest pick-up line you’d ever heard. Yet, you still blushed. Not because of the line, but because of the one who’d delivered it. From then on, you’d harboured a small crush on the ARC Trooper, who flirted with you any chance he got. He visited your medbay upon the Resolute often – most clones tended to stay away, save for their regular health check-ups, but Fives seemed to like the place more than Kix. It was through these visits that you began to get an inkling that you were not the only with a slight infatuation. It lead to the moment, in the middle of Fives’ routine health check after some time in the front line, where you both ended up acting on those feelings towards each other. From then on, the pair of you had been together, in secret, not because of some rule against clones and nat-borns being together, but due to violating the rules of the workplace. Yet, now that you served with the Bad Batch, not with Fives and the 501st, it was becoming more and more tempting to be not so secret about your relationship.

That is why, as you look into Fives’ eyes, his arm about your shoulders, you decide to raise a hand to loop around to the back of his head, your fingers slipping between his brunet locks. He raises a brow slightly, although as his eyes become hooded it is clear that he is having similar thoughts to yours.

“Mesh’la,” he mutters in his deep baritone, “I don’t want to keep this secret anymore.”

“Fives… Neither do I.”

In that moment, Fives pulls you in for a kiss, his lips encompassing yours softly. In that moment too, you hear the smashing of glass. You break away from Fives, who groans with frustration, yet too looks towards the source of the noise. You both expect it to be nothing much, maybe overly drunk patrons. It’s not nothing, as the table where your current squad sits is now in disarray and a certain member of Clone Force 99 is staring deadly daggers at Fives. The said clone makes an awkward sound in confusion, eyes flicking towards you with a hint of panic within them as he whispers in your ear, “Ner kar’ta, why is he glaring at me?”

You shake your head slightly, partially in disbelief, but also to indicate to Fives that you don’t know. “He’s usually grumpy, but I’ve never seen him like… this. Let me deal with this.”

As you talk with Fives, Crosshair is swiftly stomping over. Before Fives gets a chance to respond to you, a fist lands directly in the side of his nose, causing him to stumble and nearly pull you over with him. You untangle yourself from Fives, seeing red in the corners of your eyes as you turn to face the assailant, Crosshair. He looks enraged. However, your expression gives him a run for his credits.

“Crosshair! What the kriff was that?!” The entirety of the bar has their eyes on you as you shout, many of the 501st in the bar moving to gather around. Jesse and Hardcase, who were with you in the moments before the incident, have stepped in to check on Fives, who is holding his nose that gushes with his own crimson blood. Rex, who was sitting with the Commanders, has stood up and approached slowly, ready to step in to be the mediator, and alongside him is Cody too, the pair ready to work the dynamic duo as always. Kix is currently pushing his way through the crowd towards you as well, seeming to go full combat medic mode at the commotion. The Bad Batch have reacted too, all slightly differently. Wrecker has leapt from his seat, ready to fight. Echo has quickly moved to grab the oversized clone, and Hunter too has stopped his brother from starting a whirlwind of chaos, although seems to be more relaxed about potentially letting Wrecker off the leash if there is good reason to. Tech still sits in the back of the booth, awkwardly looking over his datapad at the situation. All of them wait, however, to see how Crosshair responds.

The silver haired sniper hisses an exhale, before snarling his words, “The reg kissed you!”

In your eyes, it is a pretty poor excuse. “So?!” You call out, your anger bubbling up with the increasing heat.

Crosshair narrows his eyes, taken aback by the question, yet this time he has a better response, spoken quietly this time, his words now laced with venom, “It looks like you’re being taken advantage of…”

If you hadn’t been drinking then maybe you would have said something better, but what comes out of you is spat that the sniper with frustration at his apparent blunder.

“I’m dating Fives, I ain’t being kriffing taken advantage of!”

Crosshair’s expression falls for a moment, a look of abject horror upon his features. Yet it disappears as quickly as it appears. He seems done, done with everything now. Turning around, to head towards the exit of the bar, he growls, “Kriff you…” He leaves then, storming out. Hunter drags Wrecker along with him after their brother, whilst Echo lets go to rush across to you and Fives, whose nose is now clogged up with napkins from the bar to stop the bleeding.

It is as Echo comes towards you and Crosshair steps out the door of the bar that the realisation of what truly happened hits you. All those around you disappear as your entire focus turns to Fives. You rush over towards him, the shouts of the clones about you trying to disperse the crowd falling on deaf ears as you throw yourself against Fives, wrapping your arms around him.

“I’m sorry, Fives-“

“Ssssh, ner kar’ta, not your fault. He was just jealous.” Fives wraps his arms about you, engulfing you in his warmth and comfort, placing a gentle kiss atop the crown of your head.

Meanwhile, Crosshair storms away from 79s and into the night of Coruscant, he realises that he will always be jealous in regard to you. Jealous because you are the one thing he cannot have, for Fives has already claimed you.

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Thanks for reading!

[pipinpali]

Rp doodles of me and my friend 's ocs!!!!

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[skipper19]

Imagine this...

It was purely a coincidence when Toji pulled up right next to your car at the red light.

God, he hates traffic. It was the bane of his existence. On the highway people just drove like fucking idiots, and Toji was never one to back away from a challenge. You want to flip him the bird? He will flip you two. You want to try and race him? He will gladly leave you in the dust. It didn't help that he rode on his motorcycle more than his truck. It was as if people felt the need to anger him more when he was on his bike.

So yeah, he was already in a grumpy mood when he pulled up to that red light. He groaned as he leaned back in his seat and interlocked his fingers, popping them with a slightl stretch. His knuckles had been white on the handles ever since that old lady flipped him off a few minutes earlier. God, he hated old people, too.

But the moment he slows to a stop next to a familiar looking car and finally glances to his right, he has to double take. Of course, he just had to run into you. You've been his girlfriend for three years now, and he's admittedly grown obsessed with you. But at the moment, Toji was growing even angrier.

Sure, he has a temper, but it felt justified this time.

You told him you were staying home today, so did you lie, or did something come up? Tojis mind just happened to settle on the worst.

He continued to stare at you for a few seconds, but you were too preoccupied with whoever you were on the phone with. You looked concerned, maybe a little panicked, but he could tell you were mostly angry.

Finally, you glanced to your left, and thinking your eyes deceived you, you took another look. The confusion in your eyes shifted to shock as you registered who you were looking at. Toji, in his black leather and that shiny black helmet, sitting on his bike right next to you.

You apologized and hung up on whoever you were talking to before putting your phone away. You nervously smile as Toji crosses his arms over his chest. The "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Radiating off of him. If you hadn't known him for so long, you would be even more intimidated than you were, but at the moment, you felt more anxious than anything.

Toji flipped his visor up, and the heated glare he was shooting at you was enough to get your knees weak. But not in the good way. "Toji-," you attempted to say, but you were cut off by the sound of the backseat window rolling down. Tojis eyes widened in shock when he saw 12 year old Megumi sitting in the back, cuts lining his cheek, his busted lip and the bruise under his eye, as the boy stared at his dad with a deadpan expression. Tojis eyes shot back to you, and you swallowed your spit nervously.

Before Toji could even attempt to speak, a car behind you both honked, startling him. You flinched and faced the rode, shielding your face from Toji as you sped away. Toji only caught a glimpse of Megumi sticking his tongue out at him before you were off. Toji, normally the road rager he is, ignores the honking car and hits the acceleration.

It takes seconds before Toji has caught up with your vehicle, but he swerves into the lane behind you, tailing your rear. Toji didn't give a fuck about the car he just cut off, his mind was elsewhere.

Why the fuck was Megumi beat up for? Did he get into a fight at school? Did he win?

You, on the other hand, avoided looking into the rear view mirror. The look of Tojis helmet was enough to make you nervous, but you could tell he was angry. And as his girlfriend, you knew he was worried as well, even if he would never show it as Megumis strong dad. You could only prepare yourself for the scolding, the questions, the worry, the everything Toji was once you both got home.

Exactly how angry was he? Did he already know about Megumis fight, is that why he was coincidentally there at the light? Will he be proud that Megumi won?

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It was a tense atmosphere around you three. You sat at the kitchen counter as Megumi stood by your side, and Toji was on the opposite end of the kitchen island, just staring. He hadn't said a word to you or the little boy as you both parked your vehicles. And you could see the intensity in Tojis eyes.

"Care to tell me what the hell is goin' on?" His voice was deep and gravely. You glanced at Megumi, almost as if you expected the boy to speak up and save the whole situation. Of course, the raven haired boy only stood there calmly. Your fingers itched to dab at the bruise under Megumis eye, you wanted to heal him so bad it hurt.

But you weren't a sorcerer. You couldn't use any sort of technique on your boy. As if he needed it. For a kid his age, he's certainly tough.

You looked back at Toji with a timid smile. "Well.. Megumi got into a fight at school today." You started softly. Toji cut in, "No shit Sherlock." And you glared at him in response. He wanted to be mad? Fine. But you refused to have all this attitude from him. Fortunately, Megumi spoke up before you could throw an attitude right back at him.

"Some kid said something about mom..so I punched him in the face." Megumi said it so casually. Every time he would call you his mother, your heart would do leaps in your chest.

Toji scoffed and crossed his arms. He stared at Megumi for a few seconds before looking back to you. "This true?" He said, bringing his thumb to his mouth, probing his nail to his teeth. You couldn't help but soften at his obvious worry, but you also couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes. "Yes Toji, the principal said that Megumi started a fight with another boy. It took two teachers to get Megumi off that kid." You further explained.

You looked back at Megumi with a soft smile before gently rubbing your palm down his cheek. "Even though I wish you wouldn't have gotten yourself hurt." You mumbled, a slight scold forming on your tongue. Megumi shyly tilted his head away from your touch with a scowl. "Yeah, well.. he should have kept his mouth shut." Megumi retorted. Toji sighed and rubbed the pads of his thumb and pointer finger against his eyes.

"Does it hurt, kid?" The question was soft and hesitant. Toji has never been good at comforting others. Megumi shrugged casually and mimicked his father's pose, arms crossed over his chest. "It burns a little, but I can handle it." It sounded like a challenge from Megumi. As if he was saying, "doubt me, I dare you." And Toji only nodded. "Go to your room for a few minutes then.. I need to talk to your ma." Toji mumbled, eyes locking with yours.

Megumi silently looked between you both before nodding and walking to his room. You nervously look down at your fingers, fiddling with the cuticles around your nails. "Toji, I'm sorry -" You started to say. But Toji had begun to make his way around the kitchen island. He stood in front of you and pulled your head to his chest.

You were surprised, to say the least, but that didn't stop you from melting into his chest. "Thank you for taking care of Megs. You're a good mom." He mumbled, his breath fanning over the top of your head. Tears welded up in your eyes, and your shoulders sagged in releif.

Toji always knew what to say and what you were thinking.

"You're not mad?" You questioned timidly, wrapping your arms around his waist. Toji only hummed as he shook his head no. "No.. it's not your fault there's some asshole kids at Megumis school. And it's definitely not your fault that Megs had to defend your name." Tojis words sounded like pure sugar to your ears, with a bit of spice. "But he's hurt -" "He's a tough kid, like his daddy. Some douchebag kids can't hurt our son." Toji reassured you.

His confirmations were all you needed. You had been stressing ever since you picked up Megumi early for school. You couldn't help but feel guilty and ashamed, like it was your fault Megumi got into trouble. Not only that, but he was actually hurt. Maybe he didn't fuss about the pain, but you certainly would.

Toji could feel your tears soak his shirt and let out an amused huff. He kneeled down so he was eye level with you, and he gently swiped his thumb under your eye. "Stop your crying, will ya? Megs is fine, and no one is mad at you for anything. You're a good mom, even if it's not biologically." Tojis, not so normally soft, voice rang through your head like a mantra. A deep breath entered your lungs, and you exhaled it after a few seconds. He was right, after all. Megumi was fine, a little bruised, but okay. And as long as Toji wasn't mad at you, your heart finally gave peace to the whole situation.

"Now.. how about I go up to Megs' school and have a chat with the principal?" God bless the poor soul.

[ohnobrooo]

Feeling a small heartbeat 💕

[thenyoukeepliving]

Some fluffy Jax headcanons

A/N: This is my first time writing Jax fluff. I have nothing but shame and regret. Hug the bnuuy.

This is partly about Jaxy and partly Jaxy x Y/N (or at least how he acts with my OC after they get closer, eheheheh…), so I tagged it as x reader as well.

CW: none | couldn’t help sneaking the teeniest bit of angst in there BUT HE'S FINE SHHH

Word count: 729 | Masterlist

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Sleeps curled up, with his ears tucked down

When he’s sleeping, he curls up on his side, knees pulled up, arms folded close, and his ears naturally droop down over his face. It’s a weirdly small and vulnerable position, like his body is bracing for something even in sleep.

His eyes light up when you laugh at his jokes

He pretends like your reaction doesn’t matter, but if you genuinely laugh at one of his dumb jokes, his eyes actually brighten and he gets this smug little smile like he just won the lottery. He’ll pretend to shrug it off, but that moment stays with him all day.

Pretends he doesn’t like physical affection but secretly melts 

If someone ever casually ruffles his ears or leans against him, he’ll roll his eyes and act like it’s the most annoying thing in the world. But the second they stop? He suddenly finds himself lingering near them, making excuses to keep them close. He denies this need even to himself.

Gets sleepy when you play with his ears

Following the previous one: If somehow you ever get the chance to pet him or play with his ears while he’s lying down or curled up nearby, he’ll act annoyed and look around if someone else is there. If he sees you two are alone, he starts visibly melting. He leans into it, eyes half-lidded, basically purring to you to continue. 

Will stick to someone’s side he trusts without a word

It’s hard for him to actually get attached, but if he genuinely likes someone, he’ll become more relaxed near them. No teasing, no pushing buttons (maybe just a little, he has a reputation to uphold after all), just existing in the same space. 

If you sit on the couch, he sits next to you. If you need to pair up for an adventure, he stands next to you without saying anything. If he senses danger, his first instinct is to look your way. If he feels like you’re upset, he tries to distract you with stupid jokes until he sees a smile. It’s the closest he gets to admitting he feels safe around someone.

Carries things for you without saying a word

If you’re holding something heavy or look tired, he just… takes it from you. No snark, no jokey comment. He walks off like it was nothing, pretending it’s not a big deal – but if you thank him, he gets all fidgety and brushes it off with a “yeah yeah, don’t make it weird.”

Talks big but gets flustered easily

He’s an unbearable tease, but if someone genuinely flirts back at him? His brain shuts down and goes into panic mode. The second he realises someone is playing his own game against him, he either doubles down in an almost desperate attempt to stay in control (he usually ends up failing spectacularly), or completely shuts up for once.

Hoarder of small trinkets

If something catches his eye, he keeps it. Random objects, buttons, small toys, a weirdly shaped rock – he doesn’t even realise he does it, but his pockets are always full of little things he’s picked up from adventures. If he ever gives someone something from his collection, it means something.

Bonus: Sometimes he leaves you random gifts near your door or sneaks something into your pocket. No note, no context. Could be something useful, could be just a funny-looking rock. He never admits it was from him, but it always ends up being something you actually like.

Watches you while you talk, totally focused

If you enter the room or just talk to someone else when he’s around, he loses interest in whatever he was doing before. He’d look at you from the corner of his eyes every so often, ears tilted your way. He doesn’t say a word, just carefully listens. If you look over suddenly, he pretends he wasn’t.

Acts like he doesn’t remember things, but he does

He pretends to forget little things people say or do, but he remembers it all. He knows everyone’s favourite foods from their past lives, the memories they remember, what makes them laugh, what they’re afraid of. He just never brings it up because admitting he cares, even in the smallest way, is terrifying for him. He thinks of it as getting attached – something he swore to never do again. 

[hairmetal666]

Read Part One here

cw: implied child abuse

Eddie's coming over for coffee. Not Eddie with Nancy and Robin or Eddie with the kids. Just Eddie.

They haven't been alone in 9 years and now Eddie is coming over for coffee.

They're friends, of course. After Vecna they didn't have much of a choice, but they've never talked about it--that they used to be something.

After Steve kissed Eddie goodbye for what turned out to be the last time, they didn't see each other again for months and months, except for a devastatingly fleeting moment in the Family Video parking lot. And the next time after that, Eddie's pinning him to the wall of a rickety boathouse, a broken bottle to his throat.

What's going through his mind, his body, at that moment is relief. For days, weeks, months, he ached for Eddie's touch again, and even though he was in danger, he relished in the push of their bodies together. Thought, if this is how he dies, he won't mind going.

But they don't talk about it, about them, because Eddie is on the run and Max is going to die, and they have to save the world, so there's no time. In the aftermath, it's the least of their worries, and now it's been almost a decade and Eddie is coming over for coffee.

The thing is, it's not like Steve has been pining away for a love long lost in the intervening years, and neither has Eddie. They've both had longterm, serious relationships; Steve almost got married. But for Steve...Eddie is the one that's lingered, the one that knocks around his ribcage on late sleepless nights, the one that makes him dream of what might have been. Because Steve truly loved his other partners, but Eddie--nobody will ever compare.

Someone is knocking a rhythm at his front door, and he can't stifle his smile even as his heart runs riot in his chest.

"Hey, man," he says, remarkably nonchalant as he takes Eddie in. Still beautiful, still brimming with energy; his smile wide and dimpled, bouncing on his toes.

"Harrington!" Eddie grabs him into a quick side hug, slapping his back. "Since when do you wear glasses?"

Steve chuckles, touching the horn-rimmed frames. "Oh, god, Robin forced me to get them back in '87? Too many concussions." He touches his forehead. "I usually just wear contacts."

"It's a good look," Eddie says. He's very much not looking at Steve, eyes roaming around the Chicago apartment he's been to many times before.

He watches as Eddie spots the display of his own books, index finger slowly slipping across the spines in a way that makes Steve remember when those same fingers would slide down his spine. He stifles a shiver, turns towards the kitchen.

"So, how's New York? How's the book coming?"

"Livin' the dream." It's not flippant, not like how most people mean it. Eddie leaks genuineness, always has. "The book though...it's a little rough."

Steve sets the coffee maker going, brings fresh pastries and a couple plates over to the table. "I can imagine. It doesn't--it doesn't have to be the same, you know?"

"Yeah, if only I hadn't written three other books leading up to the evil mind wizard," Eddie chuckles. He grabs a croissant and tears it in half. "It'll be alright, Harrington. I'll figure it out. I lived through it the first time, after all."

Steve doesn't remind him that he almost didn't, that they almost didn't. Instead, he pours coffee, listens as Eddie talks about how to fictionalize the worst month of their collective lives.

He splashes milk into Eddie's coffee, taps in three scoops of sugar. He carries it to where Eddie waits, still talking about the logistics of Vecna-slash-Henry-slash-One in his novel, but his words abruptly stop as his hands wrap around the porcelain.

"Steve?"

It's only then that Steve realizes what he's done--made Eddie's coffee like he took it back then, made it without thinking, totally on muscle memory, when the best of his mornings were spent in Eddie's arms.

His cheeks glow crimson and he grips at the back of his neck. "S-sorry." He says. "It--is this still how you take it?"

"Yeah." Eddie's eyes fall from Steve's face, his own cheeks pink. "It's--yeah. Still the same."

"I'm sorry--"

"--Steve, I--"

They don't laugh. They both stop speaking and look at each other, faces still red. Steve thinks there's nothing for it but to get it all out now.

"I'm sorry, Eddie." He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry I never came back. I'm sorry I didn't explain why. I'm just--really, really sorry."

Eddie's eyes are hooked on the table top, fingers twisting and twisting his coffee mug. "Can I--why? I waited and you--why?"

Steve swallows, but it gets stuck in his throat, and now he's the one who can't look up from his hands.

"My parents got home early," he manages. "My dad, he was waiting for me. I guess one of the neighbors thought it best to tell them who I'd been spending my time with."

Silence falls over the table, and he chances a look up at the man across from him, the one whose knuckles bite into his lips, whose eyes shine with unshed tears.

"You should've called me. You should've--you could've stayed with us. We would've kept you safe."

"Eddie, I couldn't. I physically couldn't," the admission costs him so much.

"Steve," Eddie chokes on his name, voice nothing but anguish. "Did anyone--You could've--you were all alone."

He shakes his head. "Robin knew. She snuck through my window to take care of me, but my parents--I couldn't--" This time the words really won't come. "We made a plan. We started that job at Family Video, and we saved up our money."

Now, Eddie's face is creased with grief. "Sweetheart, I'm so sorry."

Steve shakes his head, smiles despite the wreckage around his heart. "You have nothing to be sorry for, baby. I left you with no explanation. I broke your heart. And--and--" He thinks, what does it hurt to say it at this point. "I love you. I love you so much. I convinced myself you were better off without me, that we could have a clean break and you could get over me."

Eddie's hands cover his face, muffle the sob that slips out. "Get over you?" He whispers. "There's never been one like you, sweetheart."

He slides around the table to kneel at Eddie's side. "Hey." Deep brown eyes stare back at him, Eddie's face wet with tears. "It's always you, Ed. Always. I didn't want to say anything, if you had moved on, but--"

There's not really any transition from them talking to them kissing; Steve slips into it like he did all those years ago, when he first asked for Eddie's kiss. Their mouths slot together, their bodies fit like they always used to, perfect puzzle pieces. Steve's knees give out at the first brush of Eddie's tongue, and they collapse into a heap on the kitchen floor. Even then, they don't part.

Eventually, Steve does break the embrace, face flushed and hair a disaster, glasses hanging off one ear. "Okay, trying to be responsible here. Should we take a pause, go on a date first? Slow down?"

"Nine years isn't slow enough?" Eddie's pupils are blown, hair frizzed around his head.

"When you put it that way," Steve can't help but laugh. "I just want to do right by you, Eddie. Make up for--everything."

Eddie grins down at him, that sunshine beam smile where his dimples pop. "Tell you what, how bout you take me to bed now, and I'll let you take me on a date tomorrow?"

"Oh, you'll let me?" Steve rakes a hand through Eddie's mane of hair. "I don't think you'll have any choice."

"You sure about that, Stevie?" Their lips are so close, the brush with every word.

"Uh-huh," Steve's having trouble keeping his eyes focused, overwhelmed by the sheer force of Eddie Munson. "Never letting you go again, Ed."

Surprise! Part 2! I genuinely had no intention on doing a follow-up, but so many of you asked so nicely that it gave me this idea. Sorry if I miss anyone in the tag list and thank you for reading! @everywherenothere @tiny-enthusiast @emma-elsa-0000 @fuzzyduxk @moonythepluviophile @anaibis @rhapsodyinalto @bunk12bear @tillystealeaves @velocitytimes2 @s-trawberryv-eins @marklee-blackmore @ignoremyworld @its-a-me-a-morgan @goodolefashionedloverboi @starman-jpg @djohawke @adaydreamaway08

[kenziezie]

hello!! i haven't posted in a few days because i'm working on a bit of a project :) but i hope this is able to sate you

i tried to make the cat look as fluffy as possible hehehe

[gt-daboss]

Eeepy~ (ANIMATED :))

Figured I'd upload something cute after the more intense post yesterday lol

It's my first time doing animation! let me know if I can improve anywhere, please don't hesitate i know it's not perfect and id like to learn :P

[aheckinmess]

(Everybody's Waitin' for) The Man with the Bag

(Part 24 of The Snowball Effect)

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Tags: Enji Todoroki, Endeavor, Female Reader, Reader Has an Ice Quirk, Pregnant Reader, Endeavor x Reader, Enji Todoroki x Reader, MHA Christmas Special, Hiding Last Minute Presents, Hiding Presents, Fluff, Toya Todoroki, Shoto Todoroki, Fuyumi Todoroki, Natsuo Todoroki, Tenko Shimura, Chock Full of Cute, A Tiny Bit of Spice in Your Peripheral Vision

Word Count: 907 words

Summary: It's Christmas Eve and all the kids are ready for Santa's debut! After convincing the older ones to go to bed early for the sake of your youngest, Shoto, you opt to stay up in the hopes of hiding a few last minute presents for Enji.

December 24

“Mommy, Santa’s coming!” Little Shoto bounces around with more energy than Toya during the yearly UA Sports Festival. “Can I put out the milk? And I want to make sure the reindeer have food, please.”

“My, someone’s eager!” You chuckle with good humor, pulling out the milk and a clean, tall glass while Shoto grabs a bag of reindeer food from the counter to go sprinkle in the front yard. “Hang on, Shoto, you need to wait for me.”

He bounces on the soles of his feet as he stands there, eyes glowing with eagerness. He’s always struggled to show emotion, so the sight of those twinkling eyes hurries you to the door so you can both indulge in the magic.

After scattering handfuls of deer feed and chopped greens on the lawn, you usher him back in to set out cookies and milk. Shoto rearranges the plate and the glass of milk at least three times before he’s satisfied.

“Okay, Shoto, I think it’s time for bed.” You ruffle his hair. “Santa won’t come if you’re not sound asleep in your bed, you know.”

“But what about you and Daddy? Are you going to bed, too? And then Toya! He always stays up extra late. Can you make sure he goes to bed?” Shoto hops onto his soft mattress and pulls the covers up under his chin.

“Yes, sweetheart, we’ll make sure everyone’s asleep.” You promise, planting a kiss on his forehead and combing his hair with your fingers. “Don't worry your sleepy little head about it. Tomorrow will be Christmas and it’ll be full of magic and wonder.”

“Yeah! I’m so excited!” His heterochromic eyes glisten in the lamplight. “Will you still sing me my lullaby?”

“Of course, dear one.”

. . . . .

A Shoto fair with red and white hair - 

your fire and ice will mingle so nice.

But that’s not all you are;

see, you’re my shining star!

Remember who you are.

With Shoto sound asleep, you start making your rounds with the other children, tapping on their doors and peeking in. Tenko is already fast asleep, blue hair askew on as he snores lightly from the day’s excitement. Fuyumi might be thirteen, but she also asks you to remind Toya to go to sleep early so Santa won’t pass over the Todoroki house.

“Ugh, why do I have to go to bed for something stupid like Santa?” Toya whines when you peek in. “They’d never know one way or the other.”

“Maybe not. But your little siblings look up to you, Toya, and you need some good rest. Can’t you sleep early one night out of the year to give them some peace of mind?” You reason.

Though he’s quiet for a few moments, Toya ultimately groans and turns off his light before turning over in bed. “Oh, alright. Good night, Mom.”

“Good night, my love.” You go to leave but pause in the doorway. With a little smile, you turn to Toya’s bed. “Do you want me to sing your lullaby?”

“Mooooom! I’m not five anymore.” Toya gripes.

“Okay, okay. I sang for the others, so I just wanted to offer.”

When you hear the door click, you let out a heavy sigh and find Enji reading in his lounge chair. Crawling up into his lap and squirming under the thick tome to lay on his chest, your expectant gaze matches his amused one.

“Can I help you?” He smirks. 

“The kids are in bed and it’s Christmas Eve. We should head to bed before Santa arrives.” You wink.

His book closes with a thunk before he sets it aside and stands by lifting you in his arms. Blue irises capture you in their wicked gleam. 

“You don’t suppose we have a little time before Santa arrives to open a few late night presents, do you?” He whispers in your ear.

“Hmm, maybe one gift before bed.” 

. . . . .

The amount of effort it takes to keep your eyes open after post-orgasmic bliss while being huddled up to a living furnace should earn you an award. And that’s not including the way in which you finesse yourself from his grip as he snores softly against your neck.

Once freed, you fumble around for the two crocheted Pokémon hidden underneath a blanket beneath your bedside table. You glide out of the bedroom after throwing on a robe and head down the hall to the plate of cookie crumbs and empty milk glass, before setting down Glaceon and Camerupt at Enji’s usual seat.

After a quick once over to make sure everything is in place and listening by Toya’s door to double check that he’s actually still asleep, you head back to bed with Enji.

You sigh and snuggle up to your favorite space heater.

“Was wondering where you went…” His arms pull you closer. “Gets lonely without you here.”

“I was gone for like ten seconds.” You hiss, heart skyrocketing at the prospect of him spoiling his surprise gifts. “I had to pee.” “Hmph. Give me a little credit and lie better. We’ve been married for 15 years; you were hiding presents.” He chuckles.

You pout into the darkness.

“...well, did you see them?”

“No. Again, we’ve been married for 15 years. You like to make it a surprise, and I’m tired.” With a huff of a laugh and a boop to his nose, you tuck your head under his chin and smile.

“Thanks, Enji.”

Day 25 (Tune in tomorrow!)

Credit to @saradika-graphics for the holiday banner! Thank you so much!

[gotxpenny]

Stolen Hearts

Easy Company’s medic, and George Luz navigate a bond that’s always hovered on the edge of something more. Though forbidden by Colonel Sink’s orders, George can’t help falling for her—and she’s spent every moment trying not to fall back.

Pairing: George Luz x Reader

Prompt: "You've stolen my heart." / "And you've had mine from the start."

Word Count: ~2,300

Genre: Fluff with maybe a tinge of angst idek

Setting: Carentan, France

Note || Heyyyyy I absolutely loved writing this Luz one shot so I hope you love it as much as I do!!! If you have any request on what you want me to write feel free to send in a request <3

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Carentan smelled like smoke and blood—two things I was getting far too used to. My hands were sore, stained with dirt and dried blood, but I kept working. The guys needed patching up, and if I stopped for too long, I'd start to think about what we’d lost today. What we’d almost lost.

George Luz had been hanging around more than usual. Not that I minded—he made the air a little easier to breathe. Somehow, between the chaos and the shelling, he'd found a way to make me laugh when I didn’t even feel like I could breathe.

He knew how to make people laugh. It was what he did—comic relief between gunfire, morale booster in foxholes, the kind of guy who could do a dead-on impression of Winters or Nixon that even Lipton didn’t bother to scold anymore. But lately, he found himself tongue-tied around one person: Y/N.

She wasn't part of Easy Company exactly—not in the way the others were. But as the company’s medic, she was as much a fixture as any of them, just with less of the rough edges and more of the gauze and morphine. George had taken to shadowing her like a puppy with a crush, all jokes and charm, always one step behind and never quite brave enough to say what he really meant.

“There she is,” he said as he slid into view, casual as ever, “Back at it again with the magic hands.”

I didn’t look up from the gash I was wrapping on my own wrist, “Shouldn’t you be off doing your famous Winters impression for someone else?”

He held a hand to his chest, “I’m offended. I came all this way to check on you, and you give me attitude?”

I finally glanced up, biting back a smile. He always did this—this whole act of being too cool, too charming. But I saw through it. I saw the way his eyes lingered too long when he thought I wasn’t looking. The way his voice softened when he said my name.

But George was off-limits.

Colonel Sink had made that painfully clear early on: the company medic was not to get involved with anyone. Too many complications. Too much to risk. And George…George Luz was nothing but complications and risks bundled up in sarcasm and charm.

It didn’t stop him, though. It never had.

He sat next to me on the overturned crate, so close I could feel the warmth of him through my sleeves, “That your wrist?” he asked, nodding to the gauze.

“Just a scrape. I’ll live.”

“You let me get away with murder when I stub my toe, and now you’re ignoring your own wounds? That’s not very fair, Doc," he said, nudging your arm, “I’m just saying, you could pretend to care.”

“I care,” I said before I could stop myself, “Maybe too much.”

George blinked.

That cocky little smirk he always wore—his shield, his armor—faltered. It slipped away like it had never really belonged there in the first place, and what replaced it completely undid me.

His eyes—God, those damn eyes. Wide, soft, full of that quiet kind of affection that didn’t need to be spoken to be felt. He looked at me like I’d just cracked open his chest and laid my hand on his heart. No jokes. No grin. Just raw, unfiltered George.

Puppy dog eyes. That’s what Babe always called them when George looked at someone like that. I used to laugh when the guys teased him about it. I wasn’t laughing now.

Because under that gaze, I felt hopeless. Utterly defenceless. Like all the walls I’d carefully built between us—the rules, the rank, the stupid promise I’d made to myself not to fall for someone I could lose—meant nothing. They were nothing.

His silence said more than words ever could. That look… it told me I wasn’t alone in this mess of feelings. That maybe, just maybe, he’d been carrying it too.

And in that moment, I knew I was screwed.

Because George Luz was looking at me like I was the only steady thing left in a world on fire. And I wasn’t strong enough to keep pretending I didn’t feel the same.

Not anymore.

“You okay?” he asked, quieter now.

I looked at him fully for the first time that day. George Luz—goofball, radio operator, pain in my ass. And maybe… the one person I was terrified of caring about.

But I did. I had for a while.

I swallowed hard, the words already forming in my throat like they’d been waiting there, rehearsed and loaded. I had to say them. I had to be the one to keep this from becoming something it shouldn’t.

“George,” I started, my voice tighter than I meant it to be, “We can’t do this," his brows furrowed slightly, the softness in his face dipping into something more cautious, “I mean it,” I pushed, “You know what Sink said. What the rules are. You and me? This isn’t—this can’t be anything.”

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t look away. Just sat there, hands still lightly brushing mine, as calm and infuriatingly steady as ever, “You think I don’t know that?” he asked, quiet, “You think I haven’t told myself the same thing a hundred times?”

I shook my head, trying to hold on to reason like it could save either of us, “George, I’m not saying this to be cruel. I’m saying it because I care about you—because I can’t watch you get pulled into something that could cost you. Your reputation, your place in the company, everything.”

His jaw tensed, but he didn’t move, “You’re not the one pulling me in, Y/N. I walked straight into this with my eyes wide open.”

And he had.

George Luz wasn’t stupid—despite the jokes, the impressions, the endless need to keep people laughing so they didn’t focus on the noise of war or the ache in their bones. He knew the rules. Knew exactly what Colonel Sink had said about getting involved with her.

Off-limits. Untouchable.

And yet, here he was. Sitting beside her, heart pounding in his chest like it was trying to break free, and every part of him screaming to hold on—to not let this moment pass without being real for once.

He’d fallen long before this. Slowly, then all at once. Maybe it was the way she moved in chaos with calm hands and clear eyes, or the way she called him out on his bullshit without ever being cruel. Maybe it was how she patched him up like he mattered—not just as a soldier, but as George.

Whatever it was, it was too late to stop.

He saw her eyes flick away, the panic written all over her face, and it nearly broke him. Because he knew she wasn’t trying to reject him—she was trying to protect him. That was the kind of person she was. Always putting others first. Always bracing herself to do the right thing, even if it hurt like hell.

But he didn’t need protecting. Not from her.

He’d already made peace with it—the risk, the complications, the inevitable fallout if anyone found out. He didn’t care. Not anymore. Because she was the one thing that made this war bearable. The one thing that felt like it had meaning.

And George Luz, for all his jokes, wasn’t afraid of consequences.

But he was afraid of losing her.

So when he said it—“I walked straight into this with my eyes wide open”—he wasn’t just trying to convince her. He was trying to let her see it, the full, unguarded truth of what he felt.

That this wasn’t a crush. This wasn’t a joke.

This was him, standing in front of her without the shield of laughter.

And he was terrified she'd walk away.

My chest clenched, “You shouldn’t have.”

“But I did," his voice was firmer now, the teasing long gone, “And I’m not sorry.”

I felt myself crumbling, piece by piece, “I’ve tried so hard not to let this happen. To stay focused. Professional. I’m supposed to keep you all alive, not—”

“Not fall for one of us?” he finished, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, “Too late, sweetheart," I looked away, but he gently reached for my hand again, grounding me, “I’m not asking for a declaration,” he said, “I’m not asking you to break rules or pick a fight with Sink. I’m just asking you not to lie to yourself. Or to me.”

I closed my eyes, exhaling slowly like it might take the ache with it. But it didn’t. Because the truth was, I had fallen. And George Luz was the only person who made this hell feel human.

And no matter how hard I tried to protect him from it—he kept pushing. Not recklessly. Not selfishly.

But because he knew. He saw what I was too scared to admit.

That in a world filled with things we couldn’t control, this—whatever was growing between us—felt like the one thing worth risking.

“I know what Sink said,” he murmured, “I know this can’t be anything," George rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flicking away, “But that doesn’t change the fact that you've stolen my heart.”

I swear, my chest ached at those words. Honest. Undeniable. George, for all his joking, wasn’t kidding now.

And suddenly, it felt like the air had been knocked out of me.

He said it so softly, like it was a secret he’d been carrying too long—one that had started to burn through him from the inside. No punchline, no smirk, no fallback to hide behind. Just George. Raw and real.

You’ve stolen my heart.

God.

It would’ve been easier if he had joked. If he’d said it with a wink or that dumb grin I pretended not to love. But he didn’t. His voice had cracked, just slightly, and when he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck, I could see it—he was scared. Not of me. Of this. Of what we were stepping into.

And I—I couldn’t breathe for a second.

Because hearing him say that, knowing he meant it? It unraveled everything I’d been trying to hold together.

The rules. The warnings. The carefully measured distance I’d tried to keep between us. I’d told myself it wasn’t worth it, that I couldn’t let my guard down—not in a war zone, not with someone like him.

But he’d made it impossible not to fall.

George Luz, the loudmouth with the kindest eyes I’d ever seen, had somehow carved a place in my chest without asking. And now he was standing there, offering me his own heart like it wasn’t the most dangerous thing he could possibly do.

And I wanted it. I wanted him.

More than I wanted to be careful. More than I wanted to follow orders. More than I could admit out loud.

My throat tightened, and all I could think was, You idiot. You beautiful, stupid, brave idiot. Why’d you have to say it like that?

Because now I couldn’t pretend anymore.

“And you’ve had mine from the start,” I said, before I could stop myself.

There it was. Laid bare between us like a wound too deep for bandages.

And God, I felt it all at once—the fear, the relief, the terrifying weight of saying the thing I’d buried for so long. The thing I’d tried to smother every time he smiled at me a little too long, every time he said my name in that voice like it meant something.

His eyes snapped back to mine, and for a second, I thought I might cry. Because he looked at me like I’d just handed him the world—shocked, stunned, like he didn’t think I’d ever say it out loud.

And maybe I hadn’t planned to. Maybe I thought I’d carry it in silence, let it fade like everything else we were losing.

But the second I said it, I knew it was true. Knew it had always been true.

It wasn’t some slow-burn realization. It had always been him. From the first time he sat next to me, cracking jokes with dirt on his face and that ridiculous grin, to every quiet moment in between when the war faded and it was just us, trying to pretend we weren’t falling apart.

We were falling for each other instead.

And now he knew. Now we both did.

And there was no taking it back.

George felt like the ground had dropped out from under him.

“And you’ve had mine from the start.”

Her words hit him like a round to the chest—not violent, but staggering. He hadn’t expected her to say it. Not out loud. Not after all the times she’d pulled away, all the careful walls she’d built between them. He’d made peace with loving her from a distance if that’s all she could give. But now? Now she’d just handed him everything.

He stared at her, wide-eyed and unblinking, heart slamming against his ribs like it was trying to claw its way out. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her, as if she might vanish the second he moved. She looked so real and vulnerable and his that it physically hurt.

George wasn’t the kind of guy who froze in the face of emotion—he joked through it, deflected, found ways to lighten it. But not now. Not with this. He couldn’t laugh this off. He didn’t want to.

Before he could second-guess it, before she could take the words back, his hand moved—gentle but sure—rising to cradle the back of her neck. His thumb brushed just beneath her ear, reverent, like he was touching something sacred. Her skin was warm, pulse fluttering against his fingertips.

And then he kissed her.

Not fast. Not frantic. But like she was something fragile and precious and about to disappear. Like he’d been waiting forever for this moment and couldn’t risk letting it slip through his fingers.

He kissed her like it might be the last time—like war could steal this too if he wasn’t careful.

And for the first time in too long, he didn’t feel like he had to hide. Not behind the jokes, not behind the rules. Just him and her, breathing the same air, finally letting it all fall apart in the best way.

Because she had his heart. And now—finally—he had hers.

[actual-changeling]

congratulations to @nightgoodomens for making me write the first ficlet of the year! this is so schmoopy and soft it almost makes me want to turn it super angsty instead—but i didn't, so enjoy the happiness while it lasts. inspired by this post.

you can also find it on ao3!

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"Amazing how they came up with this all on their own, isn't it?"

Crowley leans back and stretches his neck as far as it will go, losing himself not in the noise but the spaces between sparks, the stars no one can see but are there living and shining nevertheless.

They find themselves on a different rooftop every year, always close enough to see it all but far enough away to create their own bubble of shared joy. His coat is hanging open, the cold, smoke-saturated air rushing past him, and when he closes his eyes just for a second, he can pretend the fireworks exploding above him are galaxies being born; his creations, still right where he put them after all this time.

Next to him, Aziraphale hums quietly, knowing all too well that Crowley is not expecting a response—nor would he hear it if he were to give him one. Instead, he keeps his gaze on his face, tracing the lines of his profile as he carefully pulls off his gloves, finger by finger, before stuffing them into his pocket. He remembers, oh, he remembers, the innocent love he saw flowing through him back then, before time, before earth, before Mother became God became the Almighty.

Before all they loved was lost, one way or another. Then again, while defying all possible odds, they managed to find it once more, not just in each other but in humanity.

Another explosion showers them with sparks that will never reach their skin, and a bright shout of joy follows right after, Crowley's eyes impossibly wide.

"Beautiful," he whispers, and Aziraphale cannot stop himself from tentatively pressing their palms together.

Absently yet with deeply ingrained care, Crowley intertwines their hands, pulling him closer to point at a spot in the sky, and there is smoke on his lips and warmth in their bodies—the same heat, given freely, shared.

"If you go that way, do you know where you'll land?"

Shuffling towards him until he can rest his chin on Crowley's shoulder, he carefully lifts their joined hands to brush a kiss over his knuckles, still watching him, carving out a spot for his fire-lit face in his memory.

"Alpha Centauri," he replies softly, leaving another, almost imperceptible kiss on his cheek.

"Alpha Centauri," Crowley confirms, leaning their heads together, and for a while, the world is everything he ever wanted it to be.

[kotoku]

hellooo, sunday and aventurine comforting teen!reader who is crying?

ꜱᴜɴᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴇɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ

pairings - sunday & teen! reader / aventurine & teen! reader

content - reader is gender-neutral/ teen! reader/ platonic relationships/ familial relationships/ angst with comfort/ crying! reader

warnings - just teeny angst

⋘ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ... ⋙

↻ When Sunday sees you crying, he immediately goes to comfort you

↺ Kneeling next to you or sitting beside you and rubbing your back comfortingly, letting you cry and ramble to him about whatever had made you so upset

↺ Depending on the reason, he might be livid or deeply sad for you, but he’d never show it as he wants to focus on you 

↻ He’d be very quiet, opting to listen to you first before asking if you wanted any advice or help

↺ If you want his advice/help, he’d gladly lend you a helping hand and offer some recommendations, if you just want him to listen, he’d stay by your side and offer a box of tissues here and there

↻ When you have finished crying, he’d wipe away any stray tears and provide some more tissues for your nose

↻ I can imagine his voice being very soothing, basically lulling you to sleep because crying had exhausted you

↻ Once you had fallen asleep, he’d tuck you into bed and leave more tissues by your bedside, either that or on a nearby table if you fell asleep on a couch

↺ No matter where you are, Sunday will make sure to stay by your side to assure your safety and security until he deems it is safe enough to leave

↻ Your state is much more important to him than business matters; postponing any meetings and calls to make sure you’re okay

↺ Of course, he won’t neglect his duties and will get back to them at a later time (with a notification in advance)

↻ If someone was the cause of your distress, he’d happily deal with them personally, the anger in him masked by a calm and professional persona (we’ve seen his manipulative side)

↻ All in all, Sunday would be a great person to confide in if you are feeling upset about something (lending an ear, always making sure to have tissues or a handkerchief on him, giving optimal advice…)

↻ Aventurine would have a bit of a hard time comforting you through your emotions, but he's trying his best !!

↺ He’s not as good at confronting his own emotions and chooses to not let them show, but he’d rather you openly express yourself than keep it in

↻ His way of comforting you would be listening to you talk or letting you cry, and then he’d love to take you on a shopping spree afterward to help cheer you up

↺ Aventurine taking you to a diner to get food, him taking you clothes shopping, doing something fun, etc..

↺ Even if you persisted that you were fine and didn’t need him spending his money on you, he’d do it anyway

↻ I can imagine him struggling with being sincere or genuine, but he’d try his best to give you thoughtful advice and recommendations (he might have a hard time coming up with advice depending on the situation)

↻ Aventurine awkwardly hugging you if you went straight to hugging him lol, he’s caught off guard

↺ He’d probably awkwardly pat/rub your back too 

↻ He’d hand you a handkerchief that he keeps on him to help dry your tears or snot (holding it away from himself after taking it back from you, he probably discards it somewhere)

↺ Aventurine would get you anything that you need at the moment; ice cream, tissues, etc.. 

↻ Like Sunday, depending on the reason that caused you to be so upset he may be angry or understanding of the situation

↺ If the source was a person, he’d keep a mental note of who and may do a bit of background research during his free time

↻ Overall, Aventurine may not be the best at comforting you, but he’s trying his best to be there for you when you need him, showing it in his own way :)

⋘ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ⋙

note - i didn't do a drabble at the ending of the headcanons, sorry for it being so short. :(

[l3viat8an]

HII ROOOOO

It's been so long since I've sent as ask oh em gee :3

Anyways

Beating levi in a game he really didn't expect you to win at and him being all pouty but perks up when you give him pity kisses<3

HIII SUGAR!! omg It has been awhile- I hope you’re doing good <333

Awwww that’s so cute-

Levi pouted, his cheeks turning a bright red as he turns away from you, "You cheated!" he knows you didn’t- couldn’t have but how did you beat him???

"I did not!" you retorted, biting your lip so you don’t laugh at him. He does this everytime you win a game- it’s basically another game now. "C’mon, stop being a sore loser and cheer up…” you pause for a second, “I can make it up to you~”

You lean over, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. you can hear him gasp and see Levi’s whole body stiffen as he turns to face you and you kiss him on his lips.

You feel Levi huff against your lips before he slowly leans into the kiss, soon enough, he’s deepening the kiss his forked tongue tangling with yours <3

After breaking the kiss, you looked into his eyes, a mischievous glint in yours, "better now?" you ask with a grin.

Levi swallows hard and nods, “B-better…..but I think I deserve another kiss!” he says it in a rush and this time you do laugh, grabbing your controller again and tossing Levi his “Beat me at a game first!” “Huh?!? Oh you’re on!” he’ll do anything for another kiss after all-

[mouzeinsoup]

Why does Charlie's hair look like neapolitan ice cream?

to this day i still do not know how his hair works

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU Drabble - Pumpkin Eve

Hello! I am back again! @spotaus

Gonna be real. I wasn't sure where to write the next drabble before i remembered i wanted to do this one. (look i was in the mood for fluff and nice times and not for angst so here we are!)

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Lets go! Also i know it is obvious i take inspiration from stardew festivals over our world festivals and events sshhhh

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Cross stops the truck and Killer grins at the babybones in his arms "Ready tiny bat?"

Nightmare shoots him a glare and Killer can't help but snort as there are now two tiny grumpy faces staring at him. One from Nightmare and one from Nightmare's hoody.

Dust huffs and pokes him in his neck and Killer shoots him a look. Really hoping the slight shiver wasn't obvious. Dust just looks ar him bored in his own cheap vampire costume "Don't annoy Nightmare." and he leaves their beat up truck.

Cross makes a curious noise as he quickly turns off the engine "Dust! Don't get out of the car when the engine is still running!"

Moments later Killer's door opens and Dusty easily picks Nightmare up. Dust shoots Cross a look as he tilts his skull "You were already parked." and he walks towards the side as Horror joins him.

Killer quickly undoes his seat belt and joins the two as Cross grumbles and locks their truck.

Their little group walks towards the main road of town and quickly see pumpkins and decorations everywhere. magical candles floating and all kinds of other spooky decorations.

Nightmare looks around to glance at everything at once.

Killer grins and leans close "Having fun tiny boss?"

Ngihtmare blinks and shoots him a look before answering "Never been to... something like this..." and he goes back to looking around.

Right. BEcause while the hide out had been save it wasn't exactly the hot spot for parties and events. And Nightmare had never been invited to any event of festival before. Well! Time to make this one rock!

Killer grins and pokes the chubby little cheek "Well! Ready to have afun time!?" Even if Killer has no idea what there is to do here. He is used to just trick or treating on halloween and those memories are spotty and from a very long time ago. One that he hardly remembers or honestly doesn't even care about.

Why would he care about half forgotten memories? When he has everythign he ever wanted and could want right here with him?

Killer however is happy it doesn't seem to be a traditional Halloween. Mostly for Dusty and H. Horror must have very bitter sweet memories about all the old parties and holidays from his own universe. How stuff just wasn't celebrated anymore as the food shortage got extreme. And well, Dust is still wrecked with guilt when something reminds him. It is good that this is a different type of party! They will just have to give Nightmare other childhood traditions to enjoy here!

A glance to the side and Cross is looking around in awe as well. Crossy had grown up in pretty much a military AU or base or whatever. It is no big surprise he hardly had fun festivals to enjoy. And even if those were there he probably only guarded and worked at those.

Killer grins as he glances around. Looking for a good spot to start. He sees a lot of games and little stalls to get sweet and nice treats.

They start with a few games. Some apple bopping is one of them, though instead of apples these people use oranges. Some spooky duck fishing game. They all got a kick out of the weird bowling game with a ball with a skull on it called Skull bowling.

After that came the treats. all spooky themed and with a lot of pumpkin flavours. Killer doesn't care too much for the flavour itself but Nightmare seems to really enjoy the more autumn flavours. Which together with his love for sweets makes these snacks perfect!

Killer does see the candy apples in the distance and makes sure they don't go near there. It is about having fun and enjoying their time together.

Killer grins as he leads them to the corn maze, they go in together and easily make it out again. Horror having lead them out of course, wiht Nightmare on his shoulders looking around.

They exit the maze just in time to see Ellie and Dani walk by. the two monsters see them and grin back "Hey guys! Having fun?" Ellie grins widely.

Killer studies the two. Dani and Ellie seem to have gone for some egypt kinda thing. Killer tilts his skull "Egypt?"

Dani sighs but nods as Ellie grins proudly "Yes! Dani is as Anubis! And I am as cleopatra" she grins more "Or better said. CleHOPatra." and she shoots them finger guns.

Killer snorts and hears both Dust and Horror chuckle as well. Cross lets out a loud sigh as Nightmare pouts unamused.

Ellie giggles as Dani looks around "How are you guys liking your first festival?"

Cross smiles brightly "It is amazing!" Nightmare nods his agreement and Killer feels like his soul is being squeezed. Nightmare looks happy and content as he is held by nay of them. Cross is actually enjoying himself instead of trying to force himself to be serious all the time. Dusty is relaxed as he is near and Horror is content and feels at ease.

This is exactly how it should be!

Killer knows he should care more about all they left behind but honestly? He is a pretty selfish person. Everything in the multiverse can crash and burn for all he cares. As long as those who are his are happy he is happy.

He will eventually talk about that... squeezing feeling in his soul whenever he sees them laugh and grin. or when they touch or hug him. Eventually. When he feels a bit braver. For now he just lets himself enjoy this.

The two girls wave their own goodbyes as they rush off to enjoy their date night.

Horror looks around curiously "Where to now?"

Nightmare, who has been tranfered over to Cross, points at a building "Maybe that?"

Killer looks over but knows all of them are already going in the direction of whatever it is. As they get closer they realise it is a haunted house and they share grins.

None of them are easy to scare after all that happened and they went through. They make their way over and talk with the human and monster manning the building.

THe human frowns as they see Ngihtmare "are you four sure you want to take the tiny kiddo in? I mean. It is scary."

Nightmare huffs and pushes close to Cross. Cross just hugs him close. Killer grins "Yeah it is fine! He loves scary stuff!" maybe a bit of an exaggeration but it will work.

the people manning the stall share a look but eventually agree to let them in. On the condition that they don't let go of him.

Which, ppppfffff. As if any of them would willingly let go of Nightmare! Killer is very aware all of them are very clingy when it comes to their babybones. It is alreayd a miracle they are all willing to share tiny boss wiht each other.

They go in and the haunted house has theme rooms. All centered around certain fears or scare situation.

THe first is about canibals which Horror just huffs at with a roll of his eye. They grin with him and Horror snorts a laugh as he mutters "They are using the wrong temperature for human meat." and they laugh as they move to the next room.

Something about a stalker and some lady sitting in the living room. spooky phone calls and shadows in the fake windows. sound track of footsteps. Nice enough alright.

Dust huffs "Way to stalk badly. Announcing your presence."

Killer laughs and hangs over his shoulders, his soul and magic purring at having one of the three this close and not being pushed away as he rubs his skull againt Dust's "Not everyone can be as skilled at stalking prey Dusty~"

Dust lets out a loud sigh but only gives him a small nudge to get Killer to let go. So no actual annoyance.

There is another room about medical experimentation which Nightmare just looks displeased as he mutters about the tools being dirty. Killer nods "I know! It is going to mess with the results." which causes Dsuty to snort as he walks past.

there is another room about spiders and that is just great! they laugh and relax as they walk through and go exit the house, and enter the next area.

Killer walks into the garden only to stop and start laughing. Cross frowns at him before looking and gasping, and then quickly covers Nightmare's sockets. Nightmare pouts "Hey!"

Killer snorts and leans heavily against Horror as Horror just pats his shoulders and back. Dust hums and mutters "naked skeletons. nice."

Becuase plastic skeletons are used for decoration. Which Killer knows is a halloween thing but it ALWAYS cracks him up.

Cross huffs and mutters "it is indecent. Come Nightmare. Lets quickly go."

Nightmare mutters about it being fake and silly but he doesn't protest as he is carried out of the naked skeleton area down the path to get back at the front of the house and the start. Killer does manage to glance around and realise it is set up as a graveyard of some kind with a witch hut and everything. but there are just so many naked skeletons that he starts laughing again.

They get to the start of the house again and Cross mutters about indecent while Nightmare eats one of the many snacks they bought him. Killer knows he is still grinning and giggles every once in a while while Dust and Horror just share amused looks.

They say their goodbyes but Killer makes sure to give the two manning the house a cheeky wink as he blows them a kiss "interesting yard. Didn't realise that were your types." the two share confused looks before looking around the side. Then they both look up shocked and stutter out protests.

Killer laughs as he walks with his friends. Cross shoots him a look "Don't do that!"

Killer grins and winks at Cross "It is harmless Crossy. You know I only mean it with any of you guys~" and he winks again.

Cross has this tiny adorable blush as he mutters about Killer having to be serious before rushing to catch up with Horror.

Killer sighs but smiles. It is fine. Eventually they will realise he is being serious. for now? They are happy and Nightmare hasn't stopped purring for almost two hours now. That is what matters.

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