#fluff hc

[avonne-writes]

gale looks so soft and adorable in that scene where he’s woken up for his first mission i can’t

Aw, yes 🥺 Bucky can’t resist spooning him when he sleeps like this.

(I think gif is from @austinbutlermischief )

Also, imagine this Gale with this Bucky:

[sillyhahasilly]

Can we plz have some headcanons for Cal/Andre comforting the other one after a bad day? :) 💗

caldre hurt/comfort hcs!!

such a good idea bro.

when andre has had a bad day it's usually bc smth (bullying) happened at school or he got overwhelmed with emotional anger from whatever. he becomes more snappy and erratic. he has quiet panic attacks where he doesn't cry or shake or anything and all of it happens in his head. others don't notice, but cal isn't others. andre isn't happy that cal can read him like a book bc he doesn't like being emotionally vulnerable, but there is not much he can do abt that.

to comfort andre cal:

let's him angerly rant abt wtv is bothering him. he watches andre get embrassingly mad abt it, but doesn't say anything, letting andre express his emotions w out even jokingly making fun of him because andre rarely opens up anyway.

brings up the upcoming zd and how they are going to show everyone, saying how none of the shit people do to andre means anything bc andre is sm better than them. cal knows how andre views zd as sort of childlike justice and destruction, and letting him fall back on that belief makes andre feel better.

joking around w andre abt unrelated shit to wtv is bothering him. making him smile and laugh and momentarily forget abt life is smth cal is very good at.

planning smth for them to do that he knows andre would go along w without question. he will tell him, pick me up at this time, and when he's picked up he says, let's go here. he leads them to places or things that andre will enjoy.

grounding touch when andre let's him. a hand on his shoulder or back, rubbing circles into his arm or wrist, a hug that's a little awkward.

grounding touch when they cross the line into becoming more of a romantic/sexual unlabeled relationship is different tho. cal will spoon andre and put his arms around him. play with the hair on the back of his neck. kiss his neck non sexually. (nsfw warning) distract him w consensual sexual favors, like blowing him.

when cal is upset it's usually bc of his derealization and dissociation and/or desire to die, sometimes happening for no decernable reason while other times bc smth at school triggered it. he zones out and his conversations and actions are disjointed from reality. think the last scene in the car before the shooting where cal took a while to respond to anything andre said as an example.

to comfort cal, andre:

invites him to do some mindless tasks w him, like play video games. he sometimes w drive them somewhere but tell cal he needs his help w directions from a map or smth bc that keeps cal's mind in the forefront.

I think andre would be very aware of cal's emotional state all the time, even tho it's not obv. cal doesn't think andre can tell at all. andre js doesn't know what to do to help and he gets in his head about it, not wanting to make things worse bc he silently cares sm.

he learned quick that talking abt zd can make things worse for cal when he is in those states, so he avoids it.

he invites cal to stay the night at his house so he can be away from his busy family of whom he would need to mask around.

he js let's cal talk slow and dissociate, whether it's good for him of not. cal appreciates it tho bc he feels like someone is always trying to get him to be normal, so it's nice to js be.

cal likes hugs, so andre hugs him even tho he is weird abt physical affection at times.

when things have been really bad w cal for a while, andre will buy a new video game or cd for them to share together to try and cheer him up. it sometimes works.

there ya go!! if anyone wants to to elaborate on any of this lmk I'd be happy to :]

[dont-blame-it-on-the-kids]

Fluffy Lin Hc

Ooooh fluffy Lin Hc 🤔 I’m sure I’ve got some somewhere lmao

As a kid she started to paint and sculpt and really enjoyed painting because it was something she had to her self that wasn’t bending and therefore mother related.

She was apart of a junior league pro bending team through her school and kicked ass she’s still in contact with her teammates and sometimes when they’re all in the city they have lunch together.

Saikhans youngest, Taiyo, loves her to bits and his and the air kids pictures they’ve painted her are the first personal items displayed in her office.

When mako has his twins she is 1000% Grammy Chief and she and Kya help Rina postpartum

Lin’s house becomes the unspoken safehouse for the kids. All of them. She’s always keeping food stocked up and the guest rooms clean because she’ll come home to Ikki eating ice cream on her couch because she got upset or Opal trying to ask her for advice about dating and shit. She acts like she hates it but she’s really glad they have a safe place to go to and she’ll be able to keep an eye on them

The Krew really start to see Lin as a mother figure, Asami and Mako especially. They frequently have dinners together and chat and they both go to Lin with their problems and questions. Kya teases Lin about adopting the teens sometimes and Lin scoffs like “please there’s no way they actually see me as a mother.” Then she gets the Mother’s Day flowers and chocolates and Kya is BURSTING with gleeee.

When she was growing up Toph would gently trace Lin and Suyins faces and so Lin does the same gentle pattern over the kids faces when she’s comforting them. Ikki is the first to receive the gentle tracing of her face in B1 when she crawls into Lin’s bed in the south after a nightmare

[sleepingdeath-light]

being best friends hcs ; frank

requested by ; 🐝🍯 anon (09/05/23) [2/3]

fandom(s) ; welcome home

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; frank frankly

outline ; “My welcome home obsession is creeping in too 😂 can I have some best friend headcanons of Barbaby, Wally, and Frank? They’re my blorbos. ❤️ if you can’t do all three I’d like just Barnaby! He’s so SILLY!! And I wanna be his best friend ✨

Also I claim bee anon!! 🐝🍯”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

whilst he is rather calm by nature and has his expression turned down in a perpetual frown, frank is the most loyal friend you could ask for

he’s always there when you need someone to talk to, only being a phone call or a house visit away from making you a cup of your favourite hot drink and sitting down in your/his living room to talk through what has been bothering you

he tends to take a more logical approach to problems and will help you construct a plan to approach and tackle your issues — be that something tangible like work stress or something less so like being unable to get to sleep or struggling with creative block

you’re the first person he calls upon when the weather is just right to go and catch butterflies — he even makes sure to keep a spare net handy for you whenever he sets out for it

he even gifts you some of his pinned specimen of that’s something you’re interested in — saving some of the best quality catches and setting them aside to gift to you at a later date

has your phone number written on a note that he keeps right next to his phone, despite having long since committed it to memory

he keeps each and every card and letter you send him — being far more sentimental than most give him credit for

whilst he is unfortunately stuck with a permanent frown, he does show his emotions quite openly with you through his eyes — you’re one of the few people to see him laugh so hard he’s cried

always keeps some of your favourite sweets in his pockets when you’re both out and about, always pretends it’s a coincidence though

he also keeps plenty of your favourite foods at home, always ready for a surprise visit

you are the only person who doesn’t get a stern talking to for messing with his hair or mistaking him for something catchable with a net — though he’s still not best pleased whenever his vision is suddenly obscured by the all too familiar fabric

doesn’t really use nicknames, preferring to use your name as fully as you’re comfortable

like if you’re a robert and are comfortable with it, he’ll call you robert — but he’ll also call you bob if you’re more comfortable with that

same for beatrice versus bee/bea or literally any other name

he is not up to date with anything like slang, please don’t introduce any to him he’ll just get a headache

isn’t too big on matching with you as best friends, but if you make a friendship bracelet or something like that then he’ll get misty eyed and he won’t ever take it off (not if he can help it, at least)

remembers all important dates but tends to forget things that you mention to him regarding gifts — which usually leads to a mad scramble involving him enlisting your neighbours to help him solve the accidental puzzle he created for himself

[bigdealsgoddog]

Lookism character father hcs p 2

Note: just some hcs of characters finding out you’re pregnant and what they’re like as fathers (vasco, Daniel park and Zack Lee). Minors and ageless blogs DNI

Content warning: zacks hc is a little suggestive/breeding kink mentioned

Euntae Lee(Vasco)

For starters before your kid was even born while you were pregnant with his kiddo you know damn well he was doing everything he could to make sure you were comfortable at all times. He’d get extra pillows for you even if you were already being swallowed by the mountain of pillows he already gave you. Everytime he came home from work hed either bring home the exact thing you were craving or something completely off the mark but it’s the thought that counts. After dinner he’d always give you a new squishmallow you’d protest and say if he kept bringing home more squishmallows there’s be no more room on the bed for you two and that you didn’t need anymore squishmallows. Sweetheart would still bring another squishmallows the next day, saying something along the lines of ‘we gotta hold onto this one for the baby’

He would get so upset when he finds out how much your back starts to ache and all the morning sickness you go through. Don’t tell this poor man about what birthing the child is gonna do, he already tried drunkenly offering to ‘carry the baby for you’ and you and Jace had to explain to him that unfortunately doesn’t work like that and when that didn’t sink in you convince him with a “how are you going to protect burn knuckles when you’re carrying the baby? I’ll protect the baby and you can protect burn knuckles it’s ok”

That kid is gonna be so spoiled with love oml

For the baby shower burn knuckles had showered you guys with gifts one of those gifts being a baby sized burn knuckles outfit

As soon as vasco could get your kiddo in it he took so many pictures posing with your kiddo

Don’t think you’re not getting your own outfit. It’s family photo time!

Vasco would absolutely take his kiddos to the burn knuckles anytime he knows they’re not doing anything necessarily dangerous. Like training days! He’s absolutely doing push-ups in the burn knuckles hangout with your kiddo sitting on his back.

The burn knuckles love your kiddo too, they’d absolutely babysit them and even try to train em in different fighting styles as they get older. They’re gonna be fighting and destroying bad guys just like their dad!

After a long day of hanging out with the burn knuckles(and vasco excitedly showing your kid anything and everything about burn knuckles) both of them got tuckered out and are probably sleeping at the hangout, your kid out cold sleeping on Vasco’s chest. The rest of the burn knuckles are still awake doing whatever they really wanted but you noticed they appoint at least two people to stand nearby vasco and your kid to make sure no one 1 wakes them up and 2 comes near them to hurt them. Even though there’s no real threat.

Burn knuckles absolutely volunteers to babysit your kid while you and vasco go on date nights to spend some time alone with each other.

Vasco absolutely gets his kangaroo in the end in the form of a plushie.

Hyeong Suk(Daniel Park)

Ok but he would absolutely sing that song him and duke sang together to your baby while you’re pregnant and once the kiddo is born as a lullaby to help them go to sleep

He always did it when you were asleep or you weren’t paying attention. He’s still shy with his voice but seeing you sleeping so peacefully and (once the kid is born) seeing his kid sleeping so peacefully he’s just so happy he can’t really help it. He always sang that song whenever he needed a pick me up and whether or not he realizes it he does get really worried that his kid would go through the same things he did with the four major crews, all of the fighting and bloodshed. Don’t even mention the part about having two bodies either-you’re gonna have to pull him out of his own head once in a while because that poor guy will spiral.

You’ve caught him singing a few times, he gets so red every time you catch him

Absolutely the type as soon as he can will bring his kid to his mom to show her she’s a grandma and to meet her grandkid. I like to think that at this point Daniel would be much older and able to help his mom out with living arrangements and getting her a stable job or even better for her to retire and she’d absolutely offer to babysit your kid on occasion. She absolutely loves her grandkid and it wouldn’t take her long to ask if you and Daniel would be making anymore anytime soon

Daniel absolutely totally hasn’t thought about it. Not once. Nope.

He’d bring his kiddo over to his relatives house too with his cousins, almost bragging rights like not only did he get an amazing s/o but now he has an amazing kid!

I feel like once the kid gets older he would teach them a little self defense? Definitely wouldn’t try to turn them into a fighter but he knows how fucked up the world is, how he got bullied in his formative years to all of the things that happened with the crews. He doesn’t want any of it to happen for his kid but he’ll absolutely teach them self defense god forbid some jerk wad at school overstepped their bounds a little. God help the kid if he has a daughter he would be so protective of her.

Jinsung Lee(Zack Lee)

The moment he finds out you’re pregnant the entire house is getting baby proofed, even things you really didn’t think was necessary to baby proof.

It wasn’t really a problem. Till it was 3 am hand you woke up for a little snack cause your cravings were hitting you like a truck and the only thing stopping you was the baby proof lock on the pantry. Some of the baby proofing was immediately lifted after that incident.

I feel like Zack would enjoy seeing you pregnant a lot more than he thought he would.

Like a lot more

He’s already thinking of names for the kid and any other future kids he convinces you to have

Absolutely has ‘fun’ with you while you’re pregnant. I don’t think he realizes it before but definitely knows now he has a breeding kink.

He’d totally be like vasco in the sense that he’d take pictures of/with his kid(s) with his old boxing gloves on. They just look so big on them!

He would also be really protective if he had a daughter, somewhat like Daniel just a bit more unhinged. Like when she’s just two playing with the other little kids at the daycare. He tried squaring up with the little boy she was playing fire trucks with her because “he was trying to make a move on his baby”

[shegetsburned]

tw. age gap

✰ you swear there’s nothing going on between you and your co-star kento nanami to every fan or interviewer that dare ask the question. after many years of working together, there have been speculations of a secret relationship between the two of you and fans are dying to know the truth.

you swear there’s nothing between you and co-star!nanami who’s ten years older than you and has starred in many films as your love interest. your audience describe your chemistry as unmatched, on and off camera. you are the people’s favorite couple and, unfortunately, your actions never contradict the allegations.

you swear there’s nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but, every time you two appear in an interview together, there are hundreds of edits of the way kento looks at you. his attentive gaze makes you flutter. he always seems interested in what you’re saying and never cuts you off. even when he’s alone, he finds subjects and ways to mention your name and express how grateful he is to have the privilege of working with you.

you swear there’s nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but every time you feel overwhelmed and stressed on the carpet or any major events, he reaches for your hand, letting you hold onto his arm as you both walk side by side. only with a look, he understands and goes to your side, helping you calm down without a word. his presence is always enough to make you feel better.

you swear there’s nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but his first thought is always to find you. whether he’s on set or at premieres, he asks other actors if they’ve seen you. even when he’s being interviewed, he ends the conversation by jokingly telling the audience that he needs to find you or he won’t be able to go through the whole night.

you swear there’s nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but when it’s time to film your sex scenes, he’s always there to reassure you. the age gap did not help, at first, but his gentle touch and the way he led and handled you in a soft-spoken voice never failed to put your mind at ease and helped you to shoot almost effortlessly the most stunning performance of the movie.

“no one is present but you and me, sweetheart. take your time, i’ll help you get into it.”

you swear there’s nothing between you and co-star!nanami, but when he won his first award, he firstly thanked you and went on and on about how wonderful of an actress you were and how formidable it was to work on this masterpiece with you. the camera zoomed on your flustered face as you exchanged adoring looks with the man on stage.

but, no— you swear there’s nothing between you and kento. you swear your fans are not onto something and it’s only their imaginations running wild. but, between two scenes, when you can’t help but stare at the perfectly sculpted man who’s standing two feet away from you, who’s so well-spoken, compassionate, courteous and kindhearted, god, you really wish something was going on, between you and your co-star kento nanami.

© shegetsburned 2024 please do not repost/edit/or claim my writing as your own.

[dmitriene]

cw: könig is a weirdo and reader match him.

könig likes pretty things, young and vulnerable dolls that bat their eyelashes prettily at him, wrapping their dainty hands around his thick bicep, trailing beside him despite his perverse touch, letting him lure them to his messed bed in some dark apartment, fuck their brain silly.

it's always a one time thing, könig ain't good for a long term relationship because of the bitter need to posses that been festering in him from the start, they just use each other, he has a lovely built body that makes girls salivate, and he packs a cock that is too thick you able to feel the ache even the next morning while trying to escape his apartment.

it's not the same with you, könig notices it by the way you cling to him while he punches his fat cock in your tight pussy, shallow thrusts of his wide hips making his thick cockhead pummel into your spongy spot, your hands clinging against his broad shoulders, walls tightening with rapid pulsing.

you ask him for kisses, enveloping his rough mug with your delicate palms and letting his tongue make out sloppily with your mouth, whining broken groans as he presses a wide palm to your tummy, feeling the bulge beneath where his girthy cock pistons in you, making your pussy squelch with each wet glide, as you coat his length in oozing slick.

you even let könig cum in you, flooding you full of creamy cum that drips out your pulsing hole, making a mess from the sheets and your trembling thighs, not uttering for once that now everything is tacky, instead, you curl against him like affectionate kitten and try to nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and wrap your cramping legs around his waist.

könig doesn't even knows what to think, you don't try to escape his bed immediately, instead pressing your naked body against his beefy one, letting his twitching cock stay buried inside of you, cockwarmed by your snug walls, as you let his burly hands envelope your frame and rock you to sleep like a baby.

and when you wake up early in the morning with pleasurable ache in your body and pussy throbbing, welcomed by the sight of breakfast in bed and könig clinging to you like a pup, smothering your neck in sloppy kisses and slurringly calling you his girlfriend, you don't run away.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[blubbduckies]

TiredHusabnd!Gojo x housewife!reader?

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TiredHusband!Gojo who comes home after many consecutive missions, heavy bags underneath his eyes.

TiredHusband!Gojo who slumps down on the couch, too tired to move yet waves you over to him, pulling you onto his lap and burying his face into the crook of your neck.

TiredHusband!Gojo who seems to recharge just by breathing you in, heart speeding up at how you run your fingers through his soft hair.

TiredHusband!Gojo who snakes his arms around your waist, effectively locking you in place for hours.

TiredHusband!Gojo who somehow falls asleep in that awkward position, yet looks like he’s having the best sleep of his life.

TiredHusband!Gojo who wakes up to you making him a hearty congee for breakfast. One bite and he’s decided one thing for sure: he was NOT going on another mission for a long long time. The high ups could screw themselves.

TiredHusband!Gojo who spends all his time off helping his sweet wife around the house. For the “strongest” he seemed to be lacking at doing housework. Most of the time he’s just slacking off and staring lovingly at you or breaking plates.

[fumiliar]

kento has almost photographic memory. he remembers everything, a blessing and a curse that was bestowed upon him. for when he accidentally tripped on nothing while walking calmly towards you, he knew he had to live with that embarrassment forever. but what he considered as a blessing, was the fact he could draw you from memory, he could even sculpt all your curves with no fault. he remembers every detail about you, and you wanted to test this fact.

as you secretly followed him to the barber, ensuring he would never suspect your presence. you had chatted the barber beforehand, a close friend of you and kento. you wanted to play a prank on him. it was simple, while his eyes were covered by towels, you would give him a kiss on the lips and immediately hide. once he took off the towel, the barber would wipe his lips, pretending as if he was the one to kiss your husband.

the plan was going smoothly. kento had laid down on the chair, preparing to get his hair washed. as a warm cloth had covered his eyes, you quickly took place beside him. his barber put on shampoo, lathering it on his blonde hair. you gave a signal for the barber to stop, and you pecked him, quickly hiding right after. in any other video you've seen with this prank, the victim would've taken off the blindfold and jolted up, but not kento. he was different, he lightly lifted the towel, seeing through one eye trying to find something...more particularly someone.

"love, where are you?" his tone was unwavering, he was certain it was you. he tried to look around with his very limited vision, but he couldn't find you. so he decided to use his other senses, touch. immediately, he grabbed your hand, pulling you up from your squatting position.

"no fair! you were supposed to be shocked and everything," you huffed.

"i recognised your lips," kento said simply, as if it wasn't something unusual.

"maybe it could've been someone elses, i don't know. maybe you forgot my lips."

"i would never forget your lips, it will be imprinted in my mind forever."

[milktiicup]

are you afraid of me?

what the hell type of name is "mr. crawling" if he can fucking walk?

‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚✮ based on the hc that mr crawling doesn't stand so he doesn't scare mc.

warnings. just fluff/comfort, some spoilers for end04 and end17

Mr. Crawling is kind.

Mr. Crawling is sweet.

Mr. Crawling is a complete mystery to you.

Other than his complete and instant devotion to you, you know almost nothing about him. Not that you’re complaining; since escaping the other world with him in tow, he’s been a pretty decent roommate.

He doesn’t have many hobbies, unless staring at you from across the room counts. The only mess he leaves is long, black hairs that snake along the shower walls and more often than not clog the drain. He doesn’t even eat your food—something you discovered after a week of trial and error, setting out everything from leftovers to raw steak in the hopes of figuring out what a creature like him might like. As it turns out, he isn’t much of an eater, and he refuses to wear anything but the clothes he crossed over in, so at least you didn’t need to buy him new clothes. He’s low-maintenance in those areas, thankfully, and your paycheck doesn’t take a huge hit. 

Still, as close as you are, and as much as you’ve grown fond of him, you know nothing about who or what he truly is. Can he stand? Does he even have eyeballs? You know he can see, somehow, but how? Does he have teeth? You’re not even sure there’s a word for teeth in his language�� Would he need a dentist? As most of your Mr. Crawling mouth knowledge went, you knew he had a tongue. 

The days pass, you fall into routines, and so do your questions.

“Crawling,” you had said one night, settled up on the sofa after a long day at work.  “Why can’t you stand?”

Mr. Crawling looks up from the screen, his wide smile faltering as he absorbs your question. His hair falls across his face, hiding whatever might be behind those red blotches he has for eyes.

“Me… not able to stand,” he replies, waving abnormally long limbs. “Arms good!” He seems proud, at least. 

You purse your lips out in thought- sure, he had those spindly legs, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t use them. You witnessed first hand the way he kicks his legs about under the blanket, unsettling cracks of his joints. Or when he sits up on his knees to fetch something on the counter top that he couldn’t reach from the floor. 

“You want me stand?”

“No, Crawling, I like you like this.” And you finished the conversation with a few pats on his head, and he nuzzled into your knee as if he was a pet. 

“You like me?”

You nod.

“Me like you!”

Low maintenance in the roommate department, high maintenance in the boyfriend? department.

You settle into bed that night after serving Mr Crawling his completely normal human soup that you definitely obtained by very legal and moral ways. Although, he didn’t seem very hungry that night, and you decided to just keep it for later. You debated on leaving it out in case he got hungry during the night when you were asleep, but seeing as to what the contents were, you weren’t up for it to stink out your kitchen. Back in the fridge it went!

“Rest?” he asks from the doorway of your bedroom, eyeless staring as you settle on the mattress. 

“I rest. You rest?” You pat the spot beside you. 

“Me watch you.”

Whatta guy… You wait for him to join you before you pull the blanket to your chin. And just like every other night, Mr. Crawling wraps his long arms around you, joints cracking as he stretches his legs out on the blanket- his feet hang off the bed. His hair tickles every exposed inch of your skin, but you don’t mind. You’ve gotten used to it at this point- maybe you should teach him to brush his own hair though?

His touch is cool, like air from a drafty window, and you relax under his delicate, careful pats on your head. It’s not long before you drift off.

It’s rare that you wake up in the dead of night. It’s rarer when you wake up to him not in the same position you fell asleep in. Groggy, you reach an arm out to the other side of the bed and hit the space where Mr. Crawling should have been. It’s still warm, however, and you sit up and rub your eyes. He’s not here.

What the hell? That wasn’t like him.

You slip into your slippers and shuffle toward the kitchen. The house is dark and still, except for a faint rustling. When your vision adjusts, you stop in your tracks. You were pretty sure your heart stopped for a second, too. 

He hadn’t noticed you yet, which is unlike him. 

“C-Crawling?” you stammer. 

Mr. Crawling is there, long arms in your fridge, but he isn’t small and folded like usual. He’s… standing. You blink, barely processing the sight. He has to be at least eight feet tall, maybe more, his head brushing the ceiling. His towering shadow spills over the walls, unsettling even to someone like you.

He freezes, letting out a startled squeak you’ve never heard before. His head whips toward you, and his hair falls in a curtain over his face. He drops to his knees instantly, scrambling across the floor to you with long, frantic arms. He tackles you into an overzealous hug, the kind you usually get only when you come home from work.

“You awake!”

You blink down at him. “I thought you said you couldn’t stand?” you murmur, still dazed. He lied? Why would he lie? Is there even a word for lie in his language?

His hair fans at your face, elbows propping himself up on top of you. Mr. Crawling tilts his head at you, and you wrack your brain in this stupid monster language that you just can’t perfectly adjust to yet.

“Uhm… You stand good?” you manage to fumble the words out. You stand good. That just sounds ridiculous. “Legs work?”

Mr. Crawling lets you sit up, grey hands cupping your face. He seems… off. Sad? Worried? You’ve only seen him not smiling a few times- and that was when you first met him- when he scared the absolute daylights off of you, when that man in red with the umbrella appeared… There was also that time you collapsed, and that creepy, eyeless nurse showed up.

“You scared me?” he asks, his tone soft.

Are you scared of me? 

“You don’t stand because you think you’ll scare me?” you mumble, hands holding onto his wrists. “Erm… Not stand… me scared?” 

“Me scary… You not like me.” His head hangs and Mr. Crawling’s hair touches the floor and licks at your legs.. His gentle hold of your face loosens.

He doesn’t stand at his full height because he’s afraid he’ll scare you? God. How can a ghost be such a sweetheart?

“Hey,” you whisper, pulling his hands off your face. You wrap your arms around his neck, tilting your head so you can see where his eyes should be. “You’re cute. Very big, yes—I was just surprised.”

“You… not scared?” His voice is uncertain.

You giggle, squeezing him tighter. “No. Just surprised.” He doesn’t understand you- and you need to wrack every shelf in your brain to get the words out. “Me surprised… you very cute.”

There’s a beat of silence as he absorbs your words. “Me cute?” he repeats, as if it’s the greatest revelation in the world.

“Very cute,” you confirm, unable to help laughing as he tackles you once again to the floor, hair scattering everywhere as he nuzzles into your chest, murmuring, “Me cute, me cute,” in a gleeful mantra. You pat his head, and he flops onto the floor beside you with a giggle.

You stare at him, illuminated by the extremely romantic light of the fridge. “Hungry?” you ask, and push some of his hair away from his face- he grabs your wrist before you get any closer to his eyes, though.

“Want eat… you rest.”

You shake your head, stifling a yawn. “I’ll wait for you. I… erm… rest with you?” You cringe, knowing you said it wrong. You’re at least seventy percent sure you said it wrong. Maybe it’s time to teach him your language.

Mr. Crawling lets out his normal unsettling giggles, a sound that cuts through the silence of the house.

You don’t bother getting his tomato soup out of the fridge like you usually do, and take a seat at the table. He looks lost for a split second, and giggles once more as he rises to his feet. You let out a few appreciative oohs and ahhs he reaches his full height. You’re still a bit shocked at how his head almost touches the ceiling.

He settles into his usual seat across from you, knees folded as best as they can be under the table, his feet brushing against your legs.

It’s like a lightbulb appears above your head.

What the hell type of name is “Mr. Crawling” if he can fucking walk? 

[avonne-writes]

HS AU - First date headcanons

It's a movie date and they watch a sci-fi, then get something to eat at the mall.

Bucky spends the previous afternoon alternating between freaking out to his mom and buzzing with excitement, and he messes up his entire closet looking for the perfect set of clothes.

Gale spends his afternoon sitting by his window with his knees pulled up, listening to calming music and glancing at his phone every other minute to make sure Bucky didn’t text to cancel last minute.

Georgia tries to convince Bucky not to wear his sheepskin jacket, but Bucky claims it brings him good luck.

Gale is half an hour early to the place because he didn’t want to be late.

They're super awkward about greeting each other, unsure if they should hug or shake hands or something? It’s painful to watch and they kind of just wave at each other from ten feet away, then Bucky sticks his sweaty hands in his pockets and pulls up his shoulders, while Gale runs a hand through his hair, then crosses his arms.

Bucky can barely pay attention to the first half of the movie because all he keeps fretting about is when he should take Gale's hand and whether it's even a good idea. It doesn’t help that the movie isn’t romantic at all, and he’s like, should I reach out when the bad guys massacre a village or...?

But then, something in the middle gets Gale excited, and he leans over to whisper to Bucky about it, and he just casually puts his hand on Bucky’s arm in the process and leaves it there. When he feels Bucky's arm turn over under his touch, he slides his hand down to Bucky's.

They get fast food and milkshakes afterwards because they both have teenage boy appetites, and it's a bit tense at first because they're nervous, but Gale starts talking about the movie and once he gets into it, the ideas just keep coming, especially because it's a science movie, and Bucky just watches him with heart eyes.

They don’t wanna go home yet, so they go around the mall and go into all sorts of shops, and Bucky makes a fool of himself in all of them to make Gale laugh. Puts ridiculous accessories on himself and picks up weird objects. They get scolded in one of the clothing stores and have to leave red-faced.

They go into another one and wander to the back, where the scarves and hats are, and Bucky puts a pink hat on and a fur scarf. He starts playing around with the scarf and eventually, he throws its long ends around Gale's neck too.

He’s about to say something to continue flirting when Gale suddenly kisses him.

It almost misses his mouth, catching more of his chin than his lips, and there's some nose-squashing too, and Gale all but jumps away immediately, mortified

Bucky breaks into a laugh, overjoyed. He puts his palms on Gale's shoulders and leaves them there until Gale stops covering his flaming face, then he cups Gale's cheeks.

Bucky has plenty of experience kissing - he had several girlfriends, some of which had a specific agreement with him that it was only for kissing practice, so he feels pretty confident when he leans in for that second kiss. Except, Gale doesn’t open his lips to him because he wasn’t prepared for a French kiss mentally, so Bucky ends up giving a wet smooch to Gale's closed lips.

Now it's his turn to be embarrassed, and they cling to each other giggling and blushing, until they are, once again, asked to behave or leave the shop.

They're extremely awkward about saying goodbye too, especially because Georgia comes to pick Bucky up and Gale is like, "not in front of your mom!" But there’s a kiss on the cheek. They offer to take Gale home too but Gale lies about his mom picking him up later (he actually bikes all the way home).

Later that night, Bucky sends Gale a bunch of memes and tells him that they're gonna have to practice kissing and Gale texts back: "a lot..."

[sillyhahasilly]

modern cal and andre would regularly make minecraft worlds and search for a beautiful spot in creative just to blow it up/set it on fire.

modern andre would be really into minecraft redstone contraptions (to blow stuff up).

they would DESTROY villages after looting them; set the buildings on fire, set the VILLAGERS on fire, trap villagers and "torture" them, and blow shit up.

modern cal is a decent builder and really good grinder for resources bc of that adhd fixation. andre would be more focused on beating the actual game and minmaxxing using info he got from yt (hes not very good at it).

[connorsui]

If your passions called, Simon would answer. Boxes arrived while he was gone, filled with fresh journals for your poems, new pens for your writing, and all kinds of baking supplies to spark your creativity. He wanted you to always feel his presence, even if he was half a world away, each package a testament to his unwavering affection. When he returned, you would often slip him small, handwritten notes—your own words of love and encouragement—folded neatly, and he’d keep them close to his heart, tucked in a pocket as if they were a part of him. The others joked about him looking like a:

“proper husband”

for always stopping to read your handwriting, touching every letter as if every word you wrote was a treasure on its own.

There were nights, long ones, when you’d catch him sitting at the kitchen table, leafing through a scrapbook you’d made during his deployment. Pictures of the two of you, your annotations in the margins, your thoughts and memories, capturing moments he hadn’t even noticed you were holding onto. He’d touch each page, almost reverently, lingering on the edges like he was afraid his touch might ruin the paper. And when you’d join him, sliding into his lap with your arms wrapped around his neck, he’d tuck his face into your shoulder, silent, holding you close as if you were the only thing grounding him to this world.

Simon never argued with you; never needed to. He believed in “happy wife, happy life” with a fervency others might never understand. If you didn’t like something, he’d change it without hesitation. If you felt uncomfortable going out he would take you back home in his arms, helping you out of your dress with gentle hands, making your favorite tea in the kitchen, casting you warm, lingering glances as you sipped your cup by his side with the prettiest smile he swears he has never seen before in his life.

There were times you’d tease him, testing the boundaries of his devotion with light-hearted remarks about your whims. But no matter what you said, he never wavered. If anything, his dedication seemed to intensify, his love quiet but resolute, unwavering in the face of your every wish. You could see it in his eyes, the way they softened whenever he looked at you, as though you were the only person in the world he wanted, needed. To Simon, you were perfection, and nothing you did could ever change that.

When it came to intimacy, Simon was utterly faithful. At night, his hands would roam your form reverently, memorizing every curve, every detail he’d missed in his months away. When you traced the veins on his neck, his breaths came out heavy, the weight of his love pressing down on him. Your touch left him trembling, his normally steady hands shaking as he held himself over you, eyes dark with an almost sacred devotion as he rocked into you with slow, deep movements that left him weak.

When you’d murmur his name, kiss his scarred knuckles, and hold him close, Simon felt himself unraveling in your arms, reduced to nothing but his love for you. His broad, muscular form sank against you, a sturdy weight softened by your warmth, and he’d surrender completely, letting you hold him, a silent confession of his trust and vulnerability.

In the stillness of those moments, he would remember a time when he hadn’t believed in softness when life had taught him only to take and endure. But now, in your arms, Simon Riley found a new truth: that he could give, could cherish, and, most of all, could love without fear. And as he drifted to sleep, wrapped in your love, he knew that he had finally found his purpose—not in battle, nor vengeance, but in this quiet, steadfast devotion to the woman who had taught him that he was worthy of peace.

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ the way of the househusband ❞

☾₊‧⁺...cw : househusband!fushiguro toji x fem!reader, you are megumi's mom, flirting, playful banter, just overall silly and cute domestic life

☾₊‧⁺...lunar's note : just some simple lil toji hcs of him as a househusband! i need some sweet stuff of him without a lot of sexual stuff in it bc let's be real, in a domestic setting he's probably just a big clingy and mildly annoying bear husband

f. toji is never going to complain about being the one staying home, watching over the little gremlin that is megumi. he's got his own ways of bringing in money with that friend of his, shiu, but he's more than content to being the one in the frilly pink apron, cooking for you and the lil' man.

toji didn’t ever expect to get married, especially after how he was treated as a zenin. he didn't know much about love or how to connect with people, let alone you. but when you handed his ass to him with no struggle and a pretty smile on your face at the gym, he knew he wanted you. two years later and a shit load of aggressive flirting, toji ends up with you as his spouse and he wouldn't have it any other way.

so imagine toji's surprise when he's genuinely excited when you tell him your pregnant. he's excited but scared. him? a father? there's no way in hell he has any idea what to do, his own father was nothing but a piece of shit...so what if he turns out like him? but the moment you pop that big headed little fucker out of you, toji can't help but grin, that excitement of being a father and creating memories with this tiny little thing erasing all his fears.

whenever you come home from work, toji's usually in the living room with little megumi, who forced him to take part in the exercise part of his favorite kids show. you don't know how megumi, your one year old baby who still talked in little babbles, forced his massive giant of a father who could kill a man with a look to do 'exercise for baby,' but you know better than to question it when you see the two touching their toes in front of the tv.

sometimes, he's in the kitchen, however, wearing that 'kiss the cook' apron you got for his birthday. toji always wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into a kiss, muttering a 'welcome home’ against your lips before poking your side and going back to what he was doing, proud grin on his face at the little screech he gets from you.

he's started to get better at dodging your hands when you go to poke him back, skirting around the table before going to scoop megumi up. “you would never do such an act in front of 'gumi, would you? what if he starts going around poking girls in their sides, hm? then i'll have to explain to his teacher that his mama can't keep 'er hands to herself.”

toji's got you there...so you back off, opting to press a kiss to babygumi’s little forehead, taking him from your husband’s arms when he makes grabby hands at you. you savor the betrayed look on toji's face, sticking your tongue out at him. he scoffs, rolling his eyes before going back to make sure dinner wasn’t burnt. he’ll get you back for stealing his son from him.

despite what people might think, there’s not really a 'dominant' person in the relationship. when together, the two of you give off some of the most intimidating vibes because of the sheer power the both of you carry. it's not even put off by little megumi, because if he notices his parents looking at you in disgust, he's gonna give you one that's even worse.

toji will never forget the day the three of you went to the grocery store, him in his usual black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, you in one of those same shirts and leggings with megumi in the kiddie seat in the shopping cart, eating from the little snack pack toji made for him. toji swears he walked away for three fucking seconds, and he came back to some...fucker getting ready to chat you up. it’s no surprise anyone that he gets pissed, ready to storm over there and make it clear you're taken.

however, it's clear you don't need him to step in, and damn, you look...really hot telling this dude off, angrily flashing your ring when he wouldn't back off. god, he wishes he could marry you again. toji doesn’t even know what you told the guy, and he's tempted to playfully ask megumi what happened, knowing his lil' man would try to respond in babbles and coos.

“he said you crawled out from the trash, toj, i can't stand for that! he could’ve done you some justice and said you crawled out of the deepest pits of hell, so I had to educate him on that. besides, he called you my boyfriend and I almost punched his face.”  “yeah? hm, i’m glad you didn’t, babe, we don’t want to get kicked out the store.”  “i don’t know, i think an imprint of my ring in his forehead would get the message across.”  “well, next time, how about we just kiss like we haven't seen each other in 15 years? not a fan of showing out to some dude, but i'd do it for you, sweetheart.”  “mmn!”  “right, lil' man? mama's so mean t' me, it's a good idea.”  “gumiiii, you're supposed to be on my side!”

occassionally, when you're at work, toji'll just talk to megumi, the little one nice and comfy on his chest.

one habit he'll never get out of is randomly calling you throughout the day when he's particularly bored and missing you. if you don't answer, toji will just leave you a message, usually about how badly he wants you to come home, groaning about how tired he is but he can't sleep without you in his arms, without you playing with his hair until he falls asleep. he's so in love with you, it's almost makes you dizzy.

you'll never forget the day you come home to toji and baby megumi in the front yard, crouched down around...something. parking in the driveway, you make your way over and see what they're looking at. it's...a kitten and a puppy, two tiny little things playfighting with each other. neither one of them say anything, just looking at the two creatures. you sigh, knowing exactly what this means.

"...give them appropriate names and make vet appointments. we aren't naming the dog 'hot dog' and we aren't naming the cat 'kitten'." "i told you it would work, lil' man."

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[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; skara

requested by ; anonymous (03/05/23)

fandom(s) ; the owl house

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; skara

outline ; “Skara or Amity x fem reader! Relationship headcannons? I love them both sm”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

skara is an incredibly sweet and chilled out partner, the type who approaches your relationship very casually and you wouldn’t have it any other way

she practises songs with you, writing and composing them in your company and dedicating her performances to you for your help

every morning starts with a peck on the cheek as you fight to get out of bed — and every night ends with an ‘i love you’ as you fall asleep in each other’s arms

calls you your name or ‘honey’

whenever you kiss her, she can’t help but smile and giggle — which means that kiss attacks usually end up with her huddling in on herself and laughing so hard her cheeks hurt

before you were dating she used to write your names in a heart and she even wrote out the start of a love song

that love song was what she played at her final bard exam — which she passed with flying colours

she bakes you your birthday cakes herself — and she’s shockingly really good at baking

she steals your clothes and uses them as nightwear

she turns into a koala whilst she’s sleeping and she will cling to you when you share a bed

she’s also really playful and enjoys joking around with you and partaking in silly competitions — like ‘whoever gets to the settee first gets to eat the last piece of fairy pie’ or something along those lines

she’ll do your hair and makeup if you let her — and when she does, she’s so focused that she sticks her tongue out of the corner of her mouth

dates usually involve quiet nights in spent wearing your comfiest clothes and eating your favourite foods as you just enjoy each other’s company

you also share earrings and other jewellery — but that’s more of a witch thing than a skara thing

her palisman adores you and will try and get between you when you’re being affectionate — they just want to be included!

[bigdealsgoddog]

…could you do a fluffy scenario of Jake with the 🔵 prompt?

Aw yes absolutely.

Cw: mentions of alcohol/drunkenness

You and Jake had been cuddling on the couch, two empty glasses of wine sat on the table in front of you. You two finally just had a night to yourselves to just de stress so be here you were, jakes head in your lap while you both watched a old and poorly made horror movie.

Even though it had been a while, you still had yet to notice the pair of eyes staring up at you from your lap, having long forgotten the movie. Jake stared up at you like you were an Angel coming to take him away and when you finally noticed him staring he reached up to caress your cheek.

“Well-hello there” you chuckled, cheeks pink as you leaned your head in his hand. You reached over, gently scratching his scalp with your nails. He hummed in content, closing his eyes for a moment before looking back up at you.

“God-you’re so pretty…were your eyes always so blue?” His words slurred a bit as he spoke clearly indicating his at the very least tipsyness. You smiled down at him and kissed his forehead before nodding “yes baby, they’re always this blue”

A big grin stretched across his face before pulling you back down to capture your lips with his. He pulled away, peppering a few more kisses to your lips “how did I get so lucky?”