#my angry pompom

[bloomberrypint]

Serious question:

If the hignfy trios were animals, what would they be?

#answers on postcard <3 #no but pls answer this i need it for my scientific research #here's mine Ian: angry and grumpy penguin Angus: Smug cat Paul: Chilled Dog (pompom maybe??) #or like just make them three bears lmao

[taintedcigs]

GETAWAY CAR — rockstar!e.m. x f!reader

CHAPTER ONE: BEST OF TIMES, THE WORST OF CRIMES

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✦ summary: in which you return to hawkins to attend your best friend nancy's wedding, facing the problems you left behind, and the one person you abandoned; eddie munson. (wc: 9.4k+)

✦ warnings — ANGSTANGSTANGST, pining and slowburn, reuniting <33, strong language!, mentions of alc*hol and drg use and a toxic relationship, reader is sad and feels guilty. kinda mean eddie but not rlly.

✦ pairings — rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader, past billy hargrove x fem!reader

✦ authors note — okay so its finally HERE. im SOOO EXCITED for u guys to read it!! i have tried to proof-read this a lot but my mind is fuzzy so ignore all mistakes!! if u need some stuff to listen to while reading this long ass chapter or the songs mentioned in it u can check out the playlist !! hope yall enjoy it mwah &lt;3

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I'm a cold heartbreaker Fit to burn and I'll rip your heart in two

The sound coming from your slightly jammed stereo while the rain gently pattered on the roof of your car could’ve been heavenly. 

If only it weren’t the roads of Hawkins that you were travelling in. Five years that had passed were seemingly nothing when you recognized the familiar streets and the infamous forest, heart skipping a beat when you finally arrived on Maple Street. 

The cars parked just outside of the Wheeler House were enough to give you anxiety, especially when your eyes spotted that van. His van. Why did he still have it? Wasn’t he a rich rock star by now? There was an unnecessary bitter taste in your throat, and your gaze was stuck on the van now, gulping physically as you tried to ignore those guilty feelings bubbling up inside of you. Mind quick to revel in all those memories you had with him in that stupid vehicle.

5 YEARS AGO.

“Hurry!” You whisper-yelled, still looking around, Eddie was right behind you, his tongue darting out of his mouth as it always did when he was focused, running like hell as his calloused hands harshly gripped the tequila bottle that you two had just stolen.

The angry voice of the shop’s owner had long disappeared by now, but you could never be too careful. When you finally got close to his van, you stopped Eddie immediately. “Behind you!” You yelled in a fake-worried voice, causing Eddie to start sprinting forward toward the car.

When he noticed you not following and breaking into laughter, his worried face eased as he realized your little prank, giving you a humorless laugh as he started sprinting towards you.

You squealed when he grabbed you by your waist, lifting you off in one swift motion, spinning you around as your giggles filled the space.

Eddie’s grin faltered quickly. “I hate you,” He mocked in a serious tone.

 “I’m sorry, but I just love that worried look on your face. And, oh god, that sprint! You know what you should be?” You asked, a smirk forming on your lips as you waited for him to fall into your trap.

Eddie sighed exhaustedly, a grin plastered on his face, he put you down.

You squealed happily as he did so, “A... Tiger!” You mimicked pompoms with your hands as you tried to re-do your cheer routine, chanting after Eddie.

He playfully nudged your shoulders, “Oh, Pinky... You are on a roll today, huh?” He asked, the nickname rolled off his tongue so sweetly. It was a stupid fucking name, sure, but you loved it. It somehow stuck, the entire town calling you Pinky ever since you pronounced ‘Pinky Promise’ wrong once and your parents funnily referred to you by it.

You nodded, giggling, stealing the bottle from his hands, and chugging a sip. “This was a great idea.” You hummed, pointing to the bottle, the bitter taste burning your throat, almost coughing with how big of a chug you took.

He quirked his brows, flying over to your side as he opened your car door.

“Let’s go, thief.” He tilted his head, hands gesturing forward animatedly.

“What a gentleman!” You mocked dramatically, sliding into the messy van easily as Eddie heaved a sigh.

He sprinted toward the other door, cursing as he struggled to open the rusty door, eyes bulging out of his head almost as he checked to make sure the coast was clear. “You know…” He started with a muffled sigh as he hopped into the driver’s seat. 

“Everyone thought I would be a bad influence on you… or that you would at least be a good influence on me, but ever since I met you, all we have done is illegal shit.” His voice was mocking. “I think it’s time you give up that good girl cheerleader title, princess. Because forcing your best friend to steal booze is definitely not good girl material.” 

Throwing your hands up in defense, you turned to him. “And they still think you are the devil worshipper!” You added, a hearty laugh escaping from your slurry lips.

Eddie sighed when he couldn’t turn the ignition properly, his van—Aurora, which Eddie of course named himself—was too old now.

“Oh, come on, baby,” He whispered when his fingers roughly tried to turn the key further, earning a hesitant cough from his precious Aurora. “Pleasepleaseplease…” He whispered, engine roaring back to life now with his second try. “There you go, honey, thank you!” He exclaimed as he threw his hands up in the air, mouth quick to press up against the wheel, giving Aurora a thousand kisses, causing you to squint your eyes.

“You are… pathetic,” You scoffed with a shake of your head, a teasing smirk playing at your lips.

“Oh, we’ll see who’s pathetic,” He disagreed dramatically. His eyes diverted from the road as he sneakily grabbed your bag, causing you to protest quickly. “Hey!” He didn’t mind your tug on his bicep when he dug his whole arm into your bag, fiddling as he tried to find your cassette tape under all the mess.

“There we go,” He hummed when he animatedly pulled it toward your sight. ‘BEST MIXTAPE’ The tape dramatically read when Eddie snatched it out of your view stuffing it away from you. 

“If you make fun of Aurora, you lose your music privileges.” He hummed all-knowingly, a troublesome look overtaking his features as he focused back on the road. Your gaze squinted, barely able to see his plump lips that were now quipped into a grin.

“Really…” You hummed, hiding behind the way your lips twitched mischievously.

Eddie’s curiosity was quick to perk up; you not whining ‘Eds!!’ as you elbowed him and huffed when you called him a jerk meant only one thing.

You had some really good new music.

“You sure about that… Munson?” You quirked a brow, grin growing wider as you seized your bag from his hands, earning a groan from Eddie.

“What have you got up your sleeve, sweetheart?” He asked, stealing a quick glance at one of your pretty smiles before he turned his attention to the road.

“Something really good…” You hummed, hand diving into your bag again before you reclined in your seat, throwing him a knowing look.

“Jesus…” He whined. “What d’ya want?” He implored, his gaze squinting.

You wanted to keep the game going, tease him further, and get him to his breaking point. But the way his eye twitched with curiosity, tongue licking his lips with need made you want to tell him everything, let him in on your little surprise.

“Hmm… Music privileges…” 

“And?” He asked with a huff, knowing that’s not all you wanted.

“And, I’m gonna pick the place where we drink this cutie!” You exclaimed, hand pointing toward the tequila bottle you had a firm grip on.

He threw you a glare; it wasn’t a hard glare, you knew it and he knew it, he did it just to tease you, and that’s exactly what had you so giddy about him. “Fine…” He whined, teasing further. “Whatcha got?”

You clapped animatedly, pulling out the cassette with a huge grin. The Cure’s ‘The Head on The Door’ album was swaying in your hands as Eddie groaned.

You pouted. “You got me all excited for The Cure?” He pinched his brows together, causing you to gasp dramatically, huffing.

“What’s wrong with The Cure? You love them!” You protested, glaring at him.

“You love The Cure, sweetheart.” He grinned, earning a scoff from you as your hands were quick to wrap around your chest annoyedly.

“Just for that, you won’t get to know what the second album is. And it really was a good one.” You shrugged, putting the bag in front of your legs, just out of Eddie’s reach.

“Oh, come on!” He sighed, eyeing you with squinted eyes. 

“I was joking! I love The Cure.” He murmured, but you shrugged again, eyes falling toward the window as you started giving him the silent treatment playfully.

“Really?” He understood your play. “Jesus H. Christ.” He huffed, attention turning toward you.

“Just check the glove compartment.” You ignored him again.

“Pinky.” He called out. “Do it.” His eyes pointed toward it, causing you to sigh as you opened it unenthusiastically.

A bunch of cassette tapes fell toward your lap, you squealed at the contact. “Eddie!” You exclaimed with a chuckle.

Three Imaginary Boys, Seventeen Seconds, Faith, Pornography and The Top was sprawled across your lap, and your eyes widened.

The Cure’s discography. Just sitting in his glove compartment.

You turned to him with an affectionate gaze, hands covering your mouth as you stood speechless.

“Wh-what are these?” You were a stuttering mess. Did he really do all of this for you?

“Uh–I’m pretty sure those are albums, princess,” He mocked you in a playful tone as you tilted your head, tongue sticking out in a childish manner.

His smile grew wider before he shook his head. “Started collecting those–uh… after that day–uhh, you remember that?” His gaze avoided yours. 

“We–uh almost got kicked out of The Hideout?” He muttered with a sly grin, eyes focused on the road just so you wouldn’t notice the slight flush on his cheeks.

“Eds–” You attempted to speak, but he didn’t let you. “You remember that day? You asked me what my favorite band was?” You nodded furiously, Eddie didn’t even have to take another glance at you to know you had a warm smile on your face, sensing your head bobbing up and down excitedly. 

“Y-you know, before they tried to kick us out?” You gave him a slight giggle, humming.

“I told you mine was Dio. And you told me yours was The Cure?” A dizzying grin was stuck on your face, cheeks stretching with pain from how big it was. And Eddie knew if he looked, even for a split second, he’d fall for you all over again. He knew that he couldn’t contain those feelings inside of him anymore. So he avoided it. He avoided that one glance thrown your way because he didn’t want to lose you.

You bowed your head to say ‘yes’ again, words didn’t dare come out of your grinning lips. You didn’t know what to do; you wanted to hug him, feel his arms wrapped around you. You wanted to kiss his flushed cheeks and his apparent dimple, which you couldn’t get enough of.

The silence hanging in the air was killing you. “I remember.” You muttered, almost shyly, like the two of you weren’t teasing the hell out of each other mere seconds ago. 

His brows furrowed when you leaned over your seat again, digging something from your bag as you hid it behind you.

“That is why…” You smiled, hands shaking as you hid the cassette behind your back. “I got you this!” You exclaimed, swinging the tape in front of his bulging eyes.

His eyes squinted before the realisation set in. You remembered that day. Just like he did. You remembered his favorite band. Just like he did yours.

He didn’t want to get his hopes up, you were just being friendly, right? You didn’t do this in the same loving, caring way he did. You did this as a friend. You were a great friend. And he was an asshole for harboring these feelings for his best friend.

He couldn’t help the squeak that escaped his plump lips. The car came to a halt quicker than he intended it to. Swinging you over your seat, making you squeal with him.

“Jesus, Eddie!” You giggled, turning to face him and seeing his speechless face as he admired you. You could feel your cheeks heat up, and it was embarrassing.

Why did he have to look at you like that?

Why did he have to complicate things for you?

You wouldn’t be good enough for him.

And there was Billy. Billy. Billy. Billy—

Your inner thoughts were interrupted by his childlike screams as he seized the Sacred Heart album by Dio from your hands.

He didn’t hesitate—like you did—to engulf you in a hug. Hands securely resting on your lower back, and you could feel your breath hitch.

You would spend all of your work pay checks on stupid damn records if it meant you could see him like this again, and you’d happily starve if it meant you’d have him hug you like this again. But that’s what friends did, right? 

“Oh my god.” His eyes widened, tone much calmer before his excitement rose up again. 

“Oh my fucking god, Pinky!” He yelled in delight again, taking you by surprise when his hands were holding your shoulder in excitement. 

“Y-you… shit- you got this for me?” He asked with a sympathetic gaze.

You nodded quickly. “Of course!” 

“Why’d you think we had to steal that bottle?” You winked teasingly, causing him to snort.

“Pinky, you’re the fucking best.” He muttered into your hair, a grin overtaking your features when he held your face in his hands, honey-glazed eyes boring into yours.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou.” His fast-paced mantra left you giggling again before he pressed a small, appreciative smooch on your forehead.

He was just being friendly, you thought. There was no way he could want something more. You were beyond fucked up for that, and Billy was the only proof you needed.

He sighed contently when he relaxed back into his seat. “Wherever you want to go, princess, let me know.” He winked with a childish smile.

The two cassettes were replayed over and over again before the two of you made your way to your ‘special destination’.

Dragging Eddie through the woods while he whined earned several giggles from you. He chugged the bottle in his hands with a sour face.

“How much longer do we have to fuckin’ walk?” He complained, his feet dragging on to exaggerate.  

“We’re almost there, you dork.” You squinted your eyes at another frustrated groan escaped his lips. Laughter erupting from your stomach teasingly before you handed him the stolen bottle, Eddie chugged quickly, and his face soured, “How did you even find this place anyway?” He asked.

“Skull Rock?” You asked, and he nodded. “Wait, you don’t know about Skull Rock?” You questioned, eyes widening, causing Eddie to roll his. “C'mon, Pinky, not all of us hang out with the prissy popular kids.”

You gasped and playfully but still harshly hit his chest, “Ow!” He flinched. “Shit, are all cheerleaders as heavy-handed as you?” He asked, furrowing his brows. “Hey, I barely touched you!” You smirked while he faked getting hurt, rubbing his chest mockingly.

“Skull Rock is known as the make-out spot of Hawkins.” You enunciated dramatically as Eddie ooh-ed, “Thanks to, ‘King Steve’”, you mocked, mimicking air quotes.

Eddie’s eyes widened. “Wait… wait,” His walking came to a halt when he tried to process that information. “Y-you and Steve?” He asked, dumbfounded, a slight overtone of jealousy was apparent in his tone, mixed with his own insecurities, and your face was quick to sour. “God, no!” You scrunched your nose; you loved Steve, but not in that way, never in that way.

“Who do you think taught him this place?” You tilted your brows. 

“I came here the first time my parents left with a tiny note stuck on the fridge.” You shrugged. You were used to your parents always leaving you without any notice other than a scribbled note that told you that they’d be gone for a while. And you never knew if it would be for days or for months. Now that they've been gone for the last four months, you assumed it was permanent this time, and even though you never admitted to it, it fucking hurt. Coming here has been your only escape lately. And all you wanted to do was share it with Eddie, have him in your comfort zone. 

Eddie’s face soured; you could see that red tint on his cheeks, almost like he was furious. And he was, because he understood. He understood what it was like to have deadbeat parents who were fucking useless, he understood the pain it brought and how it could make a person feel so fucking unwanted. But at least he had Wayne. You didn’t have anyone. The closest thing to you had that resembled a family were your friends and the Wheelers—and even that wasn’t enough to give him some peace of mind. 

“When Steve had his first heartbreak, I brought him here, but that fucker turned this place into an orgy party,” You continued, a simple chuckle escaping your lips. 

“And after that, people started coming here all the time for their little make-out sesh.” Your hands stretched forward to make a point, and you rolled your eyes. 

“Even Billy took me here one time,” You murmured the Billy part, wanting to avoid the talk with Eddie because you knew neither of them liked each other, and you rarely, if ever, spoke about him with Eddie, while Billy always announced his distaste for Eddie, murmuring about how it was obvious that the “freak” just wanted to get in your pants.

“You know, Billy is one of those people who think I’m a bad influence on you because I’m a “freak” and “devil worshipper,” right, sweetheart?” You avoided his gaze.

You didn’t want to talk about Billy, at least not with Eddie, and not now. You just wanted one thing to yourself without him being involved, which seemed impossible.

You forced a smile. “Well, Billy is…” an asshole, an idiot, and sometimes a fucking narcissist, you wished to say, but you didn’t want to drag Eddie into your relationship problems. Billy was still your boyfriend, and in all honesty, your on and off relationship was something that no one actually understood.

Nancy gave Billy a glare each time he came around, Steve and Robin constantly reminded you how awful he was. But it didn’t matter, because you couldn’t let him go, each time he fucked you up in a different way, you went back to him.

You took him back because you didn’t know any better, you accepted him because love was supposed to be like this, wasn’t it? It was supposed to be a challenge, it was supposed to be fucking hard. It was supposed to be something to fight for.

But it was so…exhausting. Trying to get him to understand you, trying to get him to care, trying not to make him mad—walking on egg-shells each time you were around him.

And everything was so fucking different with Eddie; things were so uncomplicated with him and so fucking fun. You didn’t want to admit that you wanted that… that you wanted him. 

Because he was easy—and in the best possible way. He was so easy to love. He was safe and he made you feel safe. When he caressed your back, when he opened a door for you, when he let you walk in front of him with his hand ghosting over your lower back, when you asked him to hold your bag and he swung it over his shoulder. He laughed at things easily, he made you laugh easily. He listened intently, when you just wanted to open up for a bit, he was quiet; when you needed someone to talk to, he gave you all the advice in the world.

And more than anything, Eddie cared. He cared about you, in a way you had never been cared for before.

He brought a side out of you that you never knew existed; relaxed. He was gentle with you, he knew how to joke around, and he didn’t have any problems being who he was. He was open and nice; he didn’t get angry at everything, and it was just… nice to be around him.

You shook your head at your thoughts, “Billy is Billy.” You concluded, eyes fixed on the ground. Eddie just gave you a small smile, as if he understood your train of thought. His hands caressed your back reassuringly in a way that was telling you that it was okay to think what you were thinking, and it brought an imminent smile to your face, knowing that he would always be there for you.

You remembered that night clearly when the two of you drank an entire bottle of booze you stole, and smoked Eddie’s stash, bodies lazily laying next to each other, Skull Rock had the best view, stars filled the empty sky, and a crescent moon appeared between them.

It was relaxing, lying with Eddie, high out of your mind.

“There’s no way you think Honeycomb Cereal is the best breakfast food.” You shook your head as Eddie scoffed.

“I do! It counts as breakfast, and you can also eat it as a snack on its own, what more do you need?” He raised his brows, taking a puff from the joint sitting between his index fingers.

“Uh? I don’t know, waffles? Eggs and bacon? Actual good cereal?” You mocked, causing Eddie to nudge your side lightly.

“Oh, and which cereal does the princess think is the best?”

“Cinnamon Toast Crunch, of course,” You said proudly.

“You are disgusting.” Eddie scrunched his face. You shrugged with a grin on your face as you snatched the joint from his fingers, reaching for the lighter in his hand. And before you could even light the blunt sitting in your fingers, the carved lighter caught your attention.

It was a silver Zippo lighter with a dragon print and had scratches all over it. You scrunched your brows as you looked up at Eddie and said, “What the hell is this?” You held the lighter up, and Eddie seized it from your hands.

“A lighter?” He replied smugly, causing you to huff, “Where did you even get it?” Your curiosity peaked.

“Bummed it off a guy at the bar last night, pretty fuckin’ cool, huh?” He asked, getting excited as he showed you the print, the carving of the dragon was so detailed that you could basically count its scales.

“Stealing is considered cool?” You murmured, causing Eddie to give you a huff as he placed the lighter on the rock between the two of you, allowing you to get a more detailed look. 

“Really, Pinky?” He almost snorted. “How about you answer that one, because the tequila bottle you’re holding wasn’t paid for... If I remember correctly,” He mocked a thinking face, dimples ever-so apparent as he tried to contain his grin.

“I–We!” You expressed in a higher tone, “Didn’t steal that bottle because it was cool, doofus. We! did it because we’re poor.” You enunciated the ‘us’ part again before nudging his rib slightly and prodding, earning a “Hey!” from Eddie, who was ticklish. 

“Anyway.” You giggled, handing the lighter back to him with a grin on your face, “Would’ve been cooler if it was pink.” Eddie gave you a weird look.

“What?” You implored, shrugging carelessly.

“Pinky liking pink… what a surprise, huh?” He said sarcastically, causing you to groan.

“Don’t be such a guy, Munson,” You warned, you liked pink, but both of you knew that wasn’t why the nickname stuck. And it didn’t matter what it truly meant because you liked it. You liked that it was the only thing you had from them that didn’t leave—something that was truly yours, something that would never abandon you. 

“Oh, you know that’s not why, you doofus.” You rolled your eyes. “Have you ever seen a pink dragon?” You gushed, and Eddie shook his head. 

“See! Case closed.” You grinned.

“Pink dragons are cool,” You said with a determined face, and Eddie couldn’t help the grin that was plastered onto his face now.

You spent the rest of the night giggling like a bunch of kids over nothing, the chilling breeze of the Hawkins nights providing comfort to you that you had never felt before.

When your shivers hadn’t stopped, you heard Eddie sighing, “Okay, you are getting my jacket,” He insisted, annoyed, because you had refused his offer for a jacket a million times just because you didn’t want him to be cold.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head before you could open your mouth to refuse. Calloused hands quick to securely wrap his infamous black leather jacket around you. You looked up at him, a sympathetic gaze apparent, as you tried to refuse, tried to insist that he would get cold, but he didn’t accept it. “Better I freeze off than you.”

Your heart fluttered before it was apparent on your face, lips twitching into a warm, sickly sweet smile as you accepted, “Thank you,” You murmured, almost shyly. The jacket fell comfortably on your shoulders, a whiff of weed, beer and the old leather smell engulfed you, warmth taking over your entire body.

You liked the feeling of wearing something that was his. In fact, you liked it too much. Something about Eddie always provided some sort of security for you. He made you feel comfortable in your skin, like he was meant to be there for you, like he was supposed to help you, even when you repeatedly told him you didn’t need it. You cleared your throat to gather your thoughts, taking the joint in his hands as your head slowly but comfortably fell on his shoulders.

Taking a puff from it, you looked over at Eddie. “As soon as I graduate, I’m leaving this place.” You could feel his head turn toward you, his gaze almost burning its way through your hair. 

“Eight months, eight fucking months left.” Your tone was the most serious he had heard that night, and he couldn’t help but have a baffling look on his face. You had mentioned something about ‘leaving this hellhole’ before, but he never knew how serious you were, at least until now.

He shook his head quickly to gather his thoughts. He didn’t want to make a big deal out of it and scare you away, so he shrugged. “Fine, but you can’t abandon me, I’m coming with you.” His tone was nonchalant, and it brought a smile to your face.

“I would never leave without you.”

NOW.

You shook your head at the memories, at least you had achieved one of those things. You got out of the hellhole that was Hawkins as soon as you graduated, being selfish enough to not care about the ones you had left behind, but you needed to do whatever you could to survive, and you shouldn’t have to apologize for it, right?

Right?

It’s what you kept repeating to yourself, but there was one part of you that always felt guilty for leaving without a goodbye, cutting off all contact. And that guilt returned with Nancy’s invitation; you knew you couldn’t hold off on her wedding, no matter how much you wanted to escape the town that caused you agony.

Nancy was your best friend when you were living in Hawkins, she was there with you through everything, and the Wheelers were there when your parents abandoned you, inviting you to their home as if it were nothing. 

You've seen Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and Robin several times in the last couple of years. Especially after Nancy told them the exact reason why you left, they understood and welcomed you. 

That’s what you loved about them; even though you spent some time apart, they would always be your best friend. And that is exactly why Nancy picked you as her maid of honor—because she knew you’d always be there. She trusted you with her whole life, and so did you. The two of you knew things about each other that no one else did. 

And I'll leave you lyin' on the bed I'll be out the door before you wake

You huffed when you turned the stereo off, the lyrics giving you a stupid familiar  feeling, like it was written about you and Eddie. Like Axl and Izzy were hiding somewhere in the California apartment you and Eddie stayed in right after you left, as if they witnessed you leaving him there. 

The song became an afterthought when you realized you actually had to go in now or one of Wheeler’s snobby neighbors would surely call the cops on you for suspiciously watching the house while hiding in your car like a coward.

Eddie was already in there.

What if everyone else was there too? 

Would they cuss you out and tell you to fuck off? 

You surely deserved it.

You cursed yourself when you exited the car, feet dragging you all the way to the door, knowing that you needed to do this. Inhaling a deep breath, you rang the bell, even the tune sounded the same, and the guilt inside of you started rising up again.

“Will you get that?” Nancy’s screaming voice could be barely heard from your side of the door, and your eyes immediately pressed shut together.

Please don’t let it be Eddie. Please don’t let it be Eddie. Please don’t let it be Eddie. Please don’t let it be Eddie. Please don’t let it be Eddie. Please don't let it be Eddie—

When the door swung open, the eyes that met yours blinked quickly, not knowing whether they were imagining it or not.

Your blinking eyes were quick to open widely as well, and a sigh of relief left your chest.

It wasn’t Eddie.

But it still wasn’t any better. Your face was quick to feel hot as your gaze met hers, and you felt ashamed. Not knowing what to say, you murmured a simple “Hey.”

Max stood in front of you with an unreadable expression, and you were afraid. For the first time, you were afraid of her.

Was she going to slam the door in your face? Was she just going to ignore you? 

You bit your lip out of nervousness at the silence, and just as you were about to open your mouth again, Max squealed—which you had never, ever heard her do before—as she wrapped her arms around you in a jump-like hug.

Your breath got caught in your lungs, and a hearty giggle escaped your plump lips as you embraced it, melting into the hug. 

“I can’t believe it.” She squealed, pulling away from the hug to see your face fully again, her eyes almost prickling with tears.

Jesus. She had grown up so fast.

Her face that fell around your shoulders felt weird now that she was so much taller and much closer to you in height. She looked different, and you couldn’t decide whether to feel ashamed or guilty about it.

Your eyes widened, almost in shock, you never expected to be perceived in any way positively, especially by Max. And she could sense that shock on your face, with the way your mouth visibly stood agape. 

“You-uh… you’re not mad?” You implored, eyes almost widening with the need to know. 

Her eyes softened, and the sorrows in your heart were quick to dissipate with it, she shook her head lightly, almost in an all-knowing way.  “Uhm- I-I know what happened.” She almost whispered, gaze falling toward the kitchen, implying that Nancy had already babbled about the day you left. 

Damn you, Nancy Wheeler. 

Your head popped up toward the kitchen, where Nancy was, as if you were going to run up to her, your cheeks fluttered with embarrassment, you never wanted Max to find out. 

“Don’t… please don’t be mad at her.” She turned your attention back to her with a gentle touch on your arm, easing your tense body with just one touch. 

“If she didn’t tell me what happened… I don’t think I’d even talk to you, Pinky.” She admitted shyly, your gaze on her still widening. 

“Wh-what exactly did she tell you?” You asked, you weren’t going to get mad at Nancy, you knew she didn’t have any malicious intentions, you just never wanted Max to know what her step-brother did. At least not until she was much older. Your brain almost short-circuited as you looked at her once again. She was already much older; you knew Nancy made the right call.

“Not much!” Max blurted quickly, maybe to ease your worries; maybe it was the truth. 

“Just that- uh-that… Billy did something horrible, and that you and Eddie left and then uh… the two of you went to.. uh—Chicago?” She stuttered, head hanging low before she looked back at you, trying to read your expressions.

“California,” You muttered.  “Uh-Los Angeles, to be exact.” You breathed, correcting her. Did she know more? Did she also know that you left Eddie after that, too? Did she know that you had been carrying the guilt of leaving Eddie, her and those four little idiots too? The only ones you didn’t have any contact with in the last five years?

“Is that… is that where you are now?” Her brows pinched together; she knew where you were—New York, Nancy had told her. But she just wanted to hear more from you, and you could sense it. 

You shook your head. “New York.” Your lips pursed together, and she gave you a slight nod as if to ask if there was anything else going on in your life, you caught it immediately. “My cousin helped me get this apartment, and she, uh, has this record shop there.” Max gave you a tight-lipped smile.

“And, uh, it has like a tattoo shop behind it—records by day and tattoos by night.” You revealed more, awkwardly, your stupid joke made you want to hit your head against the perfectly white marbled walls of the Wheeler’s. “I’m actually training to become a tattoo artist now,” You said with your gaze stuck on how much she had grown now, almost feeling embarrassed for some reason before Max’s gasp turned your attention back to her.

“No way.”

“Dude, you’re still so fucking cool.” She nudged your shoulder, and your face instantly lit up. All the worries in your head disappeared, giddiness replacing it when you realized Max still saw you as her cool older sister.

“You think so?” You teased, giving her a light-hearted chuckle, “Uh… yeah? Dude, you work at a record store that has a tattoo shop in the back… you invented cool at this point.” She encouraged, surprise and fascination washing over her face.

“If Mad Max says so” You teased, muffling her hair and earning whines from her. 

And you hated that it took you back to five years ago. Every stupid fucking thing you saw or did in this town made you take a trip down memory lane, but it was the worst with Max, because almost every memory with her had your head wandering off to the certain redhead’s step-brother. A chill ran down your spine at the idea of him even being back in town. But there was no fucking way, right? 

You had heard from Nancy that the Mayfield-Hargrove’s had moved out and returned to California by the time Max started going to college—somewhere far away from them. However, she and the other kids always returned to Hawkins in the summer. You assumed she wanted to reunite with her friends and that she was trying to avoid the step-fuckers—a nickname Max herself gave both Billy and Neil Hargrove.

“He-uh… He doesn’t know about the wedding, right? Or he isn’t… he isn’t back in town? Is he?” You stuttered eerily; you knew Nancy would never invite him, but you still wanted to make sure that he didn’t know about it or that he wouldn’t know you were back in town.

“No—god, no.” Max shook her head quickly. “He’s in California with the ‘parents’.” She scoffed. “He has no fucking clue.” She added.

And you nodded simply; one of your worries was now at ease.

“What about…” You trailed off, pretending to sound nonchalant about wanting to ask about Eddie, you were anything but as you fiddled with your fingers.

Max picked up on it immediately. “Eddie?” she asked almost smugly, making you nod quickly—too quickly to appear nonchalant.

“Oh!” She grinned, making your cheeks feel hot.

Damn it. How did he still have this effect on you without even being present?

“He came like an hour ago. The last I saw him he was arguing with Dustin about their nerdy game.” She rolled her eyes slightly. 

“Oh, uhm, that’s—that’s good…” You said unsurely, you knew he was here, because of his stupid van that was parked outside just behind your car, but what the fuck were you even going to do when you did eventually see him. 

Would you pretend like nothing happened?

Would he pretend like nothing happened?

How the fuck were you supposed to do that when your feelings for him were still all over the place? You already felt dumb for not managing to get over him in the last five years, it just seemed impossible considering how things were left off.

You cleared your throat, turning your attention to Max. You didn’t need Eddie to cloud your mind right now, the guilt of abandoning Max still filled your stomach.

“Max…” You caught her attention softly, and almost as if she knew you were going to bring up the subject, a pout overtook her features. 

“I—I’m sorry…” You started, voice shaky. “I fucked up, I should have let you know... A message, a call, a note… Jesus—anything.” Your voice was meek, causing you to gulp.

“I should have done something, I—Fuck… I don’t know what to say, just that I’m really sorry.” You were stumbling over your own words when your vision got blurry, eyes glossy as you looked up at her.

“Pinky…” She muttered comfortingly, you didn’t expect this kindness from her that you thought you were unworthy of. You had left her without anything, and she still greeted you with open arms.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe people could forgive you, maybe they could forget. Maybe Eddie would laugh it off. 

“I know that…” She offered a sympathetic gaze. “I knew deep down that you would never leave without a goodbye if it wasn’t important.” She gulped, physically, that familiar lump in her throat returned with the emotional weight her words held. 

“I’m not a kid anymore.” Max gave you a small smile. “I know how hard that must’ve been for you, okay?” Her hands were quick to take yours into hers, fingers gently soothing you. “I don’t blame you. So don’t fucking blame yourself… I know how you get.” Her hands stood on your shoulder now, shaking you lightly in the guise of making you feel better. 

A poor smile appeared on your lips, Max possibly didn't realize how much her words mattered to you, how you needed to relieve yourself of the guilt. One gesture from her almost enough to heal the wound that coming back to Hawkins split open deep inside of you. 

“Oh my god!” Nancy’s shriek caused you to turn around. 

“Pinky, finally!” Her voice beamed, and before you even got a chance to say anything, she engulfed you in a hug.

 “I was about to lose it,” She whispered into the hug before her eyes widened at you and Max.

“Shit…” She muttered, knowing Max had probably already told you that she blabbed about your disappearance.

“I was going to mention that…” She tilted her head adorably, a shy smile adorning her lips as you brushed it off with a laugh.

“Don’t worry about it, Nance.” You waved your hands in dismissal. “I can’t be pissed at you for anything… at least for the next five days…” You hummed. 

“You better use your wedding privileges wisely.” You said, throwing her a wink, as you pulled away from the hug. 

Your hands rubbed together quickly. “So... uh–where’s everyone?” You stammered, you were mostly asking about Eddie, but you also wanted to know where the hell Steve and Robin were. You missed those two idiots who were attached at the hip. They could calm you down better than anyone.

“The other kiddos are only going to be able to make it to the rehearsal dinner and the actual wedding.” She pouted, knowing that she planned a five day full of activities for all the people closest to her and Jonathan, but Mike, Lucas, El and Will were all going to miss it. 

She huffed. “And uhhh… Steve and Robin are coming later tonight.” 

“You remember we got that brunch thing at Steve’s tomorrow, right?” She asked, eyes squinting with doubt, before her arms crossed against her chest. 

You almost groaned, head falling back. Fucking Steve and his stupid brunch plan. 

“How could I forget?” You said through pressed lips, trying your best to seem enthusiastic, it wasn’t that you had a problem with it—it was because you were nervous, so fucking nervous to be in the same close proximity of Eddie again.

“And Jonathan should be...” She eyed the backyard. “Yup, in the backyard with the band. I left all the band planning to him.” She shrugged, making your eyebrows quirk. 

Shit. She really did fucking love Jonathan, didn’t she? She would’ve never let anyone meddle with her own plans otherwise. 

“Uhh–Dustin and… the others–” Her voice slightly cracked, and you instantly knew she was talking about Eddie. 

“They’re-uh they’re just in the basement… uh—getting something I needed.” She nervously scratched her head. “I’m sure they’ll—uh… say hi when they can.” She gave you a nervous smile, eyeing Max before turning her attention to you.

And just like clockwork, just as Nancy started to babble more about the plans she had for the five days you were supposed to be in Hawkins, her words were quickly interrupted by the loud voice of Dustin, “Shut up!”

“Shut the fuck up!” He exclaimed excitedly as you gave him a slight giggle.

“I wasn’t talking,” You joked, and before you could get another word out, Dustin squeezed you in a tight hug, causing more giggles and excited squeaks to escape your lips.

“Looks like somebody missed me, huh?” You raised a brow.

“What have you been up to, Dustybun?” You asked with a sly smirk, causing Dustin to cringe at the nickname.

“Me? Jesus, you’ve been gone for five years, and you’re asking what I’ve been up to?” You shrugged.

“Where the fuck have you been?” You couldn’t pinpoint if it was genuine curiosity or a slight anger lingering in his tone.

“New York,” Max spoke before you, the attention in the room shifting towards her. 

“She’s a tattoo artist now.” She exclaimed excitedly, causing Dustin’s eyes to widen.

“You?” He questioned, causing Nancy to join in and nod in excitement.

“No fucking way!”

“Well, I’m not exactly—”

“Dude, that’s so fucking cool!” Dustin gushed, interrupting you.

“Man, I knew those sketches were too cool to let them go to waste on Eddie’s bedroom walls,” He snorted, but your brows quipped, his bedroom walls? Did he still keep those? 

“You have to tattoo me,” He raved, interrupting your thoughts as you stared at him in disbelief.

“No way, do you want Miss Henderson to kill me?” You huffed, crossing your arms against your chest.

“Oh, come on, just one little favor?” He pouted.

“Nuh-uh! The last time you asked me for a favor, she chided me for months, months!” You emphasized, “She even left me one too many voicemails scolding me!” Dustin sighed.

 “How about something not-too-big? Like the bat one you did for Eddie, it looks so fucking—”

“You talkin’ bout me, Henderson?” A voice rang from the basement, and the slight sound of his footsteps dragging closer and closer toward the two of you caused you to stop dead in your tracks. You always knew Dustin was too loud for his own good.

You gulped, physically, and that lump in your throat reclaimed its place, his voice caused further suffocation in your throat, not being able to breathe when you could recognize that husky tone anywhere.

But it felt different.

Something about him felt different.

Your brain was struggling to comprehend a thought, your mouth had dried up, and it was getting harder to breathe.

“Dude... you could not rock a tattoo like me, no matter how fuckin' hard you—” And there was a pause, a small hitch in Eddie’s breath, as he finally realized who Dustin was talking to. And you could feel that hesitation, that uncomfortable tension filling the room that was once comfortable.

“Pinky?” You could recognize him just by his footstep alone, but now you’re sure it’s him, the nickname still rolling off his tongue so easily and sugary, like you had never left, like everything was okay again.

You’re slow to turn to face him, heart pounding with worry before you fully take him in, trying to decide his facial expressions, waiting for the anger, disappointment, shame, and fury.

You cannot place what his gaze holds, but you have missed the small glimmer in his eyes, the same one he always had when he saw you, so promising, so mellow that you feel your heart tightening.

You take him in now more than ever, his cheekbones are hollow and his face is more defined. He has so much more muscle on him, and it makes you question how long he has been working out.

His hair still lays messily on his forehead, bangs framing his face perfectly. Black jeans paired with a band-tee, and not just any band-tee, a Corroded Coffin shirt that unintentionally has you smiling. His dark brown eyes are mesmerizing as ever, eyelashes fluttering as he tries to accept the sight in front of him. Trying to make sure that he isn’t hallucinating, that you are actually here.

He looks good, so good that you can feel your mouth dry up, words getting stuck in your throat, the guitar pick necklace adorning his neck makes you want to pull him closer toward you.

You study him more than you should; those deep brown eyes are staring at you like a deer in headlights.

When he takes a step closer, gaze still locked to yours, you feel as if your souls have made a bridge, one you weren’t sure if you would be able to mend.

Close. He’s very close, but still, not close enough, not to your liking anyway. You want to be close enough to take him in wholly; you want him to engulf you in his arms, protecting you from all that’s bad in the world, feeling every ounce of him. The one person you had been yearning for was standing a foot away from you, and it was truly painful.

“You came,” Was all that left his plump lips, his gaze was still soft. He was as nervous as you are, something that you didn’t manage to pick up on. 

If only he knew why you had to abandon him, maybe he would understand… Maybe he would even rid you of your guilt.

“Y-yeah, I did,” You stuttered.

“Max, Dustin!” Nancy announced. “Why don’t you two help me in the back?” Nancy threw a look that both of them understood immediately, running off after her without another word exchanged.

The incessant throb in Eddie’s heart returned when his attention turned back to you, he knew you would come, but he didn’t know how much that would crush him.

That rage in him, bubbling up at the surface, subsided quickly when you gave him that gentle look. “What’s Dustin yapping about?” He asked with a chuckle, attempting to lighten the mood and ease his own worries.

“Oh— uhm… just that he wanted me to tattoo him,” You couldn’t help the nervous crack in your voice.

“You? Oh my god, you finally did it?” 

“Well… not exactly.” You gave him an awkward chuckle. “I’m training to be one, though.” You shrugged. 

“You know I’m a happy customer of yours.” He gave you a smile before he flashed his forearm, showing you the bat tattoo that you gave him five years ago.

He had much more tattoos now, but the bat tattoo you gave him still stood out among the thousand others on his forearm, at least it did to you. “Oh!” He breathed, attention diverting to something else as his hands fiddled behind him. He dug them in his back pocket, he struggled to get something it out. “Aha!” He exclaimed, waving the worn out notebook in front of your curious gaze. “But I’m definitely not giving you the ‘Promise’ notebook back!” 

Your pupils dilated at the sight; he still had it. He still had the notebook that your stupid sketches were sprawled all over. You gave it to him sometime during senior year, when he was having some trouble with his songwriting process. Your parents got you that notebook as a joke as soon as they saw the handwritten ‘Promise’ on the front, a silly play on your nickname. And you wanted him to have it; you wanted it to inspire him as much as it did you; your art mattered, and you wanted him to see that, so did his. 

“You… you still have that?” You asked, an astonished look still not leaving your features. “Yeah, it really played a key role on our first album.” He beamed. A crimson red blush was quick to wash over his cheeks; he wasn’t sure if he should’ve told you that or let you in this quickly when you left him on a whim in LA. 

“But… that’s— that’s still so fucking cool, Pinky,” His eyes widened, he shook off his thoughts in a flash. He had missed you, so fucking much—more than he let you on.

“So I’ve been told.” You meant to sound nonchalant. 

“What have you been up to?” You asked as if you didn’t know, as if you didn’t try to gather some information about him from Nancy and Jonathan. As if you didn’t listen to their album the second it came to your record shop.

“Just making some music, here and there.”

It was a lie.

He knew it was a lie, and you knew it was a lie.

Eddie made it big after the last time you saw him, signing onto the biggest record label and releasing an album that became way bigger than even his group had intended to.

“You don’t have to be so humble, I know how big you guys have made it.” You offer him a slight smile.

“Maybe a little bit.” He gestures with his hands, causing you to giggle. “Even had a gig here last week, the crowd was crazy.”

“It’s funny, though.” He murmured, causing you to raise your brows. “All the fuckin’ people at Hawkins who called me a freak and tried to shun me out was screaming my name... pretty weird fuckin’ feeling, huh?” He shrugged.

“I guess I know how the popular princess feels now,” He teased.

You nudged him slightly, “Guess you’re the popular boy of Hawkins now, huh?” He gave you a slight smile, and it felt comfortable, he was so easy to be with.

“Yeah, Jonathan worked really hard to get us for this wedding thing, you know?” He joked, giving a slight smirk.

“You and Jonathan, huh?”

“I don’t even know how you guys became best friends.” You added, wanting to joke.

“Yeah, I guess a lot happens when you don’t abandon people.” Ouch. You guessed you had deserved that one, but it still hurt to see him think of you this way, the entire atmosphere of the room had shifted, the casual conversation you had wasn’t as genuine as you thought it was, and you could see that he was hurt.

You knew he would be angry, but this seeming grudge wasn’t what you were hoping for. Maybe it was selfish of you, but you wanted him to miss you, tell you that he wanted to be with you, engulfing you in his arms as he spun you around, muttering how much he loved you.

But that wasn’t realistic, was it?

You gulped, feeling awkward, and now it was Eddie’s turn to feel bad. He internally cringed as he saw the look on your face, he knew that look so well. The way you played with your hair for some sort of comfort, he could sense that the guilt was eating away at you.

“I— I guess I deserved that.” You forced a smile, chuckling ironically, sensing the visible shift in Eddie’s face, the initial shock of reuniting with you wearing off, and his anger and hurt taking over. 

The tension that lingered in the air was interrupted by Jonathan swinging open the sliding door in the backyard and the four people standing behind him.

Before you could comprehend who they were, a squealing voice caused you to turn around, and a blonde-haired woman brushed past you. “Eds!” She called out, walking toward Eddie.

You looked up to see Jonathan leading Gareth, Jeff, and Frank to the backyard, telling them something about their gig, but you could care less as you stood still in your place, eyes glued on how Eddie greeted the girl, focus shifting solely on her as his hands caressed her shoulders, comforting her, as if you weren’t there, as if he didn’t care.

That screeching voice sounded familiar, but you couldn’t tell who the hell she was supposed to be when all you could see was her back and Eddie’s hands ghosting over her waist.

You were starting to feel small, trapped in your own body, with nowhere to go. Why was she hugging Eddie? Why were they so fucking close?

When she finally turned around, tucking her straight blonde hair behind her ears, glimmering blue eyes met yours, and you immediately realized who it was.

Chrissy.

The same Chrissy that was your supposed friend in high school, the same Chrissy who suddenly turned on you and made your life a living hell in senior year.

That’s why you didn’t recognize her—the strawberry blonde color she had was now more vanilla, and you hated to admit that she looked pretty—too fucking pretty.

Your eyes were narrowed with distaste; you had no right to be jealous, but you were powerless against that ugly emotion when it came to Eddie, swelling your chest way quicker than you intended to and stinging you harder as you struggled to keep a forced smile on your lips. 

Huffing, your mind drifted to Eddie. Surely he wouldn’t want anything to do with her, you decided. He knew some of the horrible things she did to you during your senior year, so there was no fucking way he would want anything to do with her.

Right?

“Oh my god, Pinky!” She squealed once again when she saw you, and you wanted to chuckle bitterly. With your tongue rolling inside your cheek, you tried to keep your damn mouth shut. She didn’t get to call you that nickname. Not when she did all of that during your senior year.

You didn’t return the hug she forced you into, eyes drifting to Eddie who was now avoiding your gaze. Lips pursed shut as he twisted his rings. Something weird was going on, and your stomach churned at the thought.

When Chrissy’s forced embrace on you ended, you barely forced a smile, and with a dead look on your face, you waited for her to disappear.

Why was she even here?

Who even invited her?

Running up to Nancy and asking her what the fuck she was thinking inviting her here would’ve been an exaggeration, you realized.

As envious thoughts sank further and further into your head, you realized something was wrong now. The way Chrissy leaned in to whisper something in Eddie's ear, giggling as she threw her head back.  

It meant something. It was like a sick feeling of deja-vu. A sinking feeling twisted your stomach, and a pang of insecurity gnawed at it. Your jaw clenched involuntarily; Eddie didn't even spare a glance in your direction. His attention was fully on her, and a wave of rage surged within you, threatening to overflow. The need to separate them, to pull her away from him, was almost unbearable.

Still, you knew you couldn’t do anything, and that was what made your blood boil, Eddie was nothing to you, he wasn’t even a friend to you—at least not anymore, something that you made sure of five years ago.

And before you could say or do anything more,

Chrissy smashed her lips against Eddie’s.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson series #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #stranger things fanfic #rockstar!eddie munson #rockstar!eddie x reader #eddie munson imagine #getaway car #getaway car series

[thenyoumightaswellwrestleangels]

These hands may be bloody (but they're still mine and I'm still yours)

Blood nose and a crooked tongue (I always wanted to be someone) - series masterlist here

pairing: tim drake x reader (gender neutral)

length: 1.3k

genre: fluff, sort of hurt/comfort

warnings: there's some talk of timmy being able to hurt reader, but the point is that he doesn't

a/n: hmmmmm actually this is a really good one enjoy <3

"You know, my front door works very well," you point out without looking up, your eyes still trained on the case file in your lap as you sit on your couch, listening to your balcony door click shut and heavy boots walk across your living room.

"Aw, but where's the fun in that?" Red Robin drawls as he settles on the arm of your couch, leaning over to try to look at your file before you snap it shut and throw it onto your coffee table.

"There are a lot of apartments to break into around here, Red. You should start branching out." You quip. 

"Those other apartments don't give me what I need."

"Which is…?" You prompt. He extends his hand, dropping a flash memory drive into your lap. You look at him witheringly. "I should start charging you."

"I don't have the time to keep eyes on all the leads I need to. Help me out a little." Red Robin smiles, a sharp grin that seems to glint in the darkness of your apartment.

"I did," you emphasize. "I've helped you out for weeks. When are you gonna have enough of me, Red?"

"You watch the news, I'm sure." He ignores your question. "The intel you're helping me get is doing real damage to the drops trade. You're making Gotham a better place. You're doing something good here."

"Should I pull out the pompoms or are you done with the cheerleading speech?" You shoot back dryly. 

"C'mon, please. Just… give me a little something. Help me out here," Red Robin slides off the arm of your couch so that he can kneel in front of you, propping his chin on his hand and looking at you imploringly through his mask.

"Don't grovel. It freaks me out," you say. He laughs. Your heart thumps at the sound in a way you hate. 

"Please…?"

"Fine. Just - get up, will you?" You snap as he pulls himself up to his feet. The way he stands in front of you, towering over your sitting form with his arms crossed menacingly, you faintly remember in the back of your head that you should be afraid of him. The moonlight from your windows lights his silhouette like a halo, his face hidden from you as you stare up at him. He could hurt me, you think. Why hasn't he, yet?

"I'm not going to hurt you," he says plainly.

"Excuse me?" You shift, wishing you had a mask of your own.

"You can say no to me. Give me back the drive and I'll leave. You'll never see me again." Your eyes flit over Red Robin's face at his words, wishing desperately that you could see his face so that maybe you could begin to guess what's going on in his mind. But he stays standing, shrouded in the darkness of night as he looks down on you, his posture straight and his muscles taut. He's… offended, you think maybe. Huh. 

"If I thought you were going to hurt me, I wouldn't be so apt to keep letting you into my home," you say softly. The muscles of his forearms tighten where his arms are crossed and you wince internally at the words you chose. Wrong answer, you think. Somewhere fuzzy in the back of your mind, you consider the possibility that you might make him angry enough that he does hurt you.

"Are you letting me in? Really? Could you find a way to keep me out if you wanted to?" Red Robin points out. You freeze, your mind spinning at the insinuation of his words - at the reminder that the two of you are inherently on uneven footing. No matter how much he tries to hide his teeth behind a wolfish grin, you are still a lamb led to slaughter every time he slips through your balcony door.

"Yes," you say stubbornly. "I would ask you to leave… and you would. That's all I ever need to keep you out." Your fingers tangle in the blanket that's thrown haphazardly over your couch as you wait for his response. Tell me I'm right, you think pleadingly. Tell me you'll listen when I tell you to stay or go. 

Red Robin's shoulders slouch, his posture deflating as he sags, bending to sit perched on the edge of your coffee table and look at you. He reaches forward with a slowness that has to be deliberate, using gentle fingers to brush a stray strand of hair from your face before he pulls back quickly.

"Yes," he says, and his voice rings with a conviction that you haven't heard from him before. "That's all you'll ever need. Say the word and I leave. Or… or say the word and I… stay." You release a breath at his words, leaning back to sag against your couch and look him up and down.

There's a silence that hangs between the two of you, bated breath held by Tim as he waits for your response. Please tell me to stay, he wants to beg. Please tell me you believe me. Please let me keep you safe. He watches as your eyes flit over him, mulling over his words as you make your decision. I'm a dog with a bloody muzzle, I know, but it will never be your blood on my teeth.

"Leave the drive with me," your words snap him out of his inner spiralling and Red Robin straightens, the wood of your coffee table legs shifting slightly under his weight. "I'll let you know when - if I find something."

He nods stiffly and stands, stepping over your legs easily to make his way back to your door. Your hand shooting out to grab onto his stops him in his tracks, though, and when he looks down at you, you pull back, opening your mouth to utter an apology. Before you can, though, he crouches in front of you again, reaching to take your hand back into his, his brow furrowed in sudden worry.

"Next time you come around…" you begin, and his heart thumps at the over-confident, teasing tone that's made its way back into your voice. "Don't sit on my coffee table like that. You'll break it. The couch arms, too. I have real chairs for a reason." Red Robin laughs and squeezes your hand before letting it go and standing, moving back towards your balcony door.

"I'll keep that in mind… for next time," he says, sliding the door open. Before he slips through it and into the darkness, though, he stops to look at you one last time.

"It's your fault, you know," he says plainly.

"What?"

"You never told me what your rate is."

"What are you talking about?" You sigh.

"I can't pay you… I don't know how much I owe you. You haven't told me what you're charging," he points out. You stare back at him, and although the shadows obscure his masked face once again, you find it doesn't bother you so much.

"...you don't owe me anything, Red. You never will," you say gently. He doesn't smile this time - instead, an emotional little noise gets punched out of his lungs before he nods his head, slipping out into the night and closing your door silently behind him. As you sit on the couch, turning the memory drive over in your hands, you hear the faint click of the door being locked again somehow from the outside and you smile to yourself. It doesn't seem too bad to have a wolf at your door some nights.

#tim drake #tim drake x reader #tim drake x you #tim drake imagine #tim drake fanfiction #tim drake fic #tim drake x y/n #red robin #red robin x reader #red robin x you #red robin x y/n #red robin imagine #red robin dc #timothy drake #smsn.writes

[sorrowfulrosebud]

B- bu- bud... idk if requests are open but....

B- be- bear bakugou who loves climbing trees but hates the winter cold on his paws. So he starts climbing things in the house😔. Just you scolding him while he's sitting snug on top the bookshelf because he left claw marks and splintered the wood...

BAHAHAHA MUG I LOVE THIS

“Katsuki.”

“Fuck off.”

“Katsuki!”

“Fuck off!”

“Get down from there now!” You scolded your hybrid as he glowered at you from the top of the bookshelf.

“Fucking make me, human!” He sneered, claws digging deeper into the wood, splintering the precious heirloom.

“Katsuki please, you’re damaging the bookshelf!” You pleaded. Katsuki huffed whilst continuing to glower.

“No. I like it up here. Now piss off!” He demanded, leaning forward to get his point across. The bookshelf was beginning to tip slightly, causing you to worry.

“What happened to your other climbing equipment?! Why does my poor bookcase have to suffer?!” You whined, cringing at the groaning of the bookcase. Huffing, you look at your companion.

“Okay. What would it take for you to come down?” You tried from a different perspective. Katsuki stared at you.

“Salmon bowl. But, I eat it up here. Then I’ll come down,” he said, positioning himself to get comfortable.

“Oh god fucking damnit Suki, fine! I’ll make your damned fucking bowl of salmon and fucking rice,” you grumble under your breath, muttering about how you hate winter as much as he does. Katsuki triumphantly smirks before falling asleep to the sounds of you grunting in the kitchen.

“Oi, wake up you stinky brat,” you grumble, pinging the chopsticks against the bowl as Katsuki’s eyes cracked open. His mouth delved into an O shape as he yawned, pointy toofs on show.

He reminded you of a kitten; so sleepy in the winter and hibernating anywhere he can. He could barely keep his eyes open during winter, so you were surprised that he managed to even climb up the damn bookcase.

“Mmmm, don’ wanna wake uuuuuuup,” he sleepily mumbled, getting comfy again.

“Oh no you little bastard, I made you the bowl so you would get off my bookcase. You promised, so get your lazy ass up and eat,” you scolded firmly, ready to throw the bowl at him when he sticks his middle finger up. You huff before smirking; time to bring out the big guns.

“Fine then. No more kisses for a week,” you said, going to leave. Katsuki’s head snapped to you.

“What?” He asked, sleepiness depleting.

“Yup, and no ear rubs whilst you’re napping too,” you list off, about to leave the living room when you hear conflicted angry grunts.

“Ugghghh fine, shitty mate. But, I get to lay on your lap and you have to feed me. Deal?” He answered cheekily, sleepy smirk slapped on his face.

You sigh.

“Deal.”

“Was this really so hard, sweetie?” You murmur to him softly, petting your sleepy bear boy after he demolished his bowl of salmon and rice. Katsuki cracked an eye open.

“Mhm, totally. Natural instincts an’ shit, plus I like being up in high places. Is too cold to do it outside,” he mutters, head nestling into your tummy. Your fingers trail softly over his cute little brown ears, giggling when you see his pompom tail wiggle.

“Stop moving, human. Your laughing is disrupting my sleep,” he mumbles, nosing your tummy as you wrap a blanket around him.

“Sorry, my love. Well we can look into constructing something a bit more practical for you to climb until it’s not as cold outside. I think the attic might be a cool place for some more climbing gear, plus the alcoves could be padded out for your naps,” you ramble quietly, gentle tracing of his ears never ceasing until you hear the quiet rumbly snores of your mate.

You stop talking, wrapped the blanket higher around his neck and kissed the space between his fluffy ears.

“Goodnight, my bratty cub.”

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #mugwort my love #MUG FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME MATERNAL #HES SO STINKY #I NEED HIM #MAKING ALTIMATUMS #bear hybrid bakugou #bear bakugou au #hybrid bakugou #hybrid bakugou x reader #hybrid bnha #hybrid bnha x reader #bnha x reader fluff

[rintosei]

✩ ˛˚ . SWEATER LOVE — DAN HENG

+ contents: fluff that's it LMAO | notes: short fic before i leave for my vacation ^_^ IM MAKING A RIN FIC AS WELL DON'T U GUYS WORRY i did not forget about my fav boys

the past few days, the astral express has been experiencing problems in its central air conditioning, making the whole train cold as ice. pompom has tried to figure out what the problem is but still couldn't find, so pompom resulted in giving out free drinks until the issue was resolved.

you honestly didn't have that much of a problem with it, because pompom also provided heaters for everyone's rooms. but, it's also because this gives you the perfect reason to steal dan heng's sweater.

currently, you're wearing one of dan heng's favorite sweater which was a simple black sweater with a small drawing of a bunny on the right side.

you are peacefully laying on bed while reading a book until dan heng barges in, his arms crossed as he sees you with his sweater.

"baby! could you at least knock before entering?" you complained, setting the book down on the bed. "what do you need?"

"sweetheart, you look cute, but i'm gonna need the sweater." dan heng states, now standing in front of you with his hand stretched out in front of him, expecting you to take the sweater off.

you only stared up at him. "no."

dan heng looks at you in surprise, his eyes immediately glaring at you. "y/n. give me my sweater. you have your own sweater in your wardrobe!"

"but yours if comfy!" you whined, rolling around on the bed. "plus, you said it yourself, didn't you? i look cute in your sweater." you gave him a teasing smile, to which dan heng could only sigh in reply.

"seriously, why don't you use your own sweater for once," dan heng says, shaking his head. "at this point your clothes in your wardrobe are going to rot."

"'s fine, you'd buy me more anyway when we go on date," you said, laying on your stomach as you placed your head on your hands. "you just love buying me new clothes that i don't even have to worry about running out."

dan heng suddenly looks embarrassed, looking away. "w-what's wrong with buying you clothes? i love doing it because you look happy when i do."

you giggled at the sudden shyness dan heng was showing. "well, i do love it! i actually find it endearing that you're able to remember what type of clothing i like. that being said, this sweater of yours just so happen to fall into what type of clothes i love so it's now mine."

"what?" dan heng asks, frowning. "no, y/n you can't just take my sweater like that! i am your boyfriend, yes, but that doesn't mean- hey! stop pretending to be asleep."

"sorry, can't hear you i'm fast asleep." you say, eyes closed as you stifled a laugh.

dan heng groans, finally giving up as he sat down on the bed next to you. he takes your hand and pulls you closer to him, making you lay your head on his chest. your legs instinctively wrap around his body, pulling him into a tighter hug.

"hm," you hummed in happiness. "you love me too much to stay angry at me."

"yeah, and it's a bad thing for me." dan heng replies, giving you a soft pat on the head.

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[fuctacles]

The best date that never happened

for @steddiemicrofic's prompt "pine". This is part 4 of the accidental AU i only write for random challenges now apparently.

508 | G | no cw | they say the b word!!!

1 / 2 / 3

Steve was moping. He’s been planning another round of holiday preparations with Eddie, but he ditched him at the last minute, claiming something important has come up. What could be more important than picking up a Christmas tree?

And maybe a cup of hot chocolate while they maybe walk around the stores brainstorming gifts for little shitheads, too.

Okay, yes, he was hoping to turn it into an impromptu date, sue him.

He had this perfect sneaky date day fully formed in his head for a week and now he had to go alone. While he wasn’t angry at Eddie, the bitter feeling wouldn’t leave him. Even the new Wham! couldn’t compare to Eddie's chatter if he was walking alongside him. He would comment on how creepy the nutcrackers on the display were, and how the hot chocolate could use more marshmallows. 

He passes dads with measuring tape and kids whipping each other with abandoned twigs. Everyone is looking for the perfect tree in their own way. 

Except for him. His perfect way would include Eddie. Or Robin, at least. But he wasn’t ready for her opinions right now. 

“Steve!” 

Over the Christmas chatter, a familiar voice broke out. He whipped his head around to look for the under-conditioned, beloved mop of hair, but all he could see was a Santa hat. Confused, he looked further, but the person in the hat started waving. With no more prompting needed, he jogged over.

“Eddie!” 

The boy’s cocky smile turned into a startled laugh when Steve ran into him and hugged him tightly, lifting him off the ground.

“Did you ditch me to play dress-up?” he asks incredulously after they part, pulling on the white pompom of his hat.

“Yeah, Jeff’s family needed an extra pair of hands at the last minute. I’m sorry for canceling our plans, but…” He perks up immediately, mischief in his eyes, as he pulls Steve deeper into the green maze. “I was told I could pick one tree for myself, but we both know there’s no space in the trailer for this, so I thought, what better way to abuse my newfound power to save a tree for my boy- My- My boy,” he settles on after a moment of stuttering. He squeezes self-consciously on Steve's hand but doesn’t let go. 

They stopped at the back of the fenced-off area, in front of a gorgeous pine tree. Its branches are full and even and the perfect height for Steve's living room. He’s not looking at it.

“Your boy?” he asks teasingly. 

“You are a boy,” Eddie counters. 

“I'd argue that I'm a man, but nobody says ‘manfriend’, do they?”

Eddie is red in the face, and so is Steve, with what he’s about to say.

“So… Boyfriends?”

Their hands are still clasped together, but Eddie smiles down at the ground, kicking stray pebbles.

“Yeah. Do you like it?”

He’s not sure if he’s asking about the tree or the new status of their relationship, but the answer is the same anyway.

“I really do.” 

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[3eyezmug]

PT3 NO WAR AU

Context

Once the group returns after padre catches the mimosions badly wounded and stops them before it gets to bad the sargent is fierd for being a poor leader and coco is aproched and asked to become a  Lieutenant but at this point after seeing the hell of the forest he gets very angry and lashes out and basicly says no and leaves the military to go be with his wife and be with her till she gives birth I also think he would be very much against the war and help protest the end to it

Hc!!!

He would reluctantly go to the event where they celebrate the soldiers who were in battle where he would meet up with azulin and after chatting azulin would find out that he was second picked to be lieutenant and that Coco was asked first and of cource w his past he would get really mad and upset and get rlly drunk (wich you can see more in pompoms post:p) His wife would end up giving birth to a girl named petunia and she’s the biggest sweetheart but has been making coco tierd all the time Coco will try really hard as a first time dad to be perfect but he would totally flip out if the baby sneezes and have million books bc he cares sm lol the mimosions would be college students and would babysit every now and again to afford Ramen and just school in general and their relationship with Coco is a sweet older guardian kind of bond where he helps them pay for school stuff sometimes (more drawings of them on my friends account which I will tag at the end:3!) I think Coco would be friends with pretty much everybody but especially achuchones pandi and grizz grizz and him are both dads so its kinda cute they set their kids up on play dates but vc if the age gap pinkie(grizz kid) kinda struggles to get along and gets frustrated at the baby cries work wise he wouldnt start working for a bit since he just got q kid but i think he would eventualy work in security at diffrent locations with sargent still being a higher up in the force:)! I thinj he would be one of the few people that abondened the religion after the battle but i think he would still be close friends w sargent and padre even if they kept their religion

#unicorn wars #unicorn wars au #unicorn wars coco #unicorn wars fanart #unicorn wars fandom #unicorn wars art #unicorn wars mimosions #unicorn wars azulin

[coffeeandmagicaltales]

The Aelf on the Shelf

A Christmas standalone MCxPROFESOR SHARP, cozy, fluff so grab your tea/coffe, blanket & enjoy. My HC should be well explained, no need to read all 8 chapters.

1 day before Christmas, Aesop craves some free time with no pupils around... What bad could have happen? He surely won't be shrunken by Garreth's potion... will he?

It was strange.

This year, from somewhere in the north, much later than usual, a frosty gust of wind reached the Highlands, wrapped them in a snowy blanket. With a playful breeze, it knocked off the last leaf clinging tightly to the branch, lifted it on its back, taking it away, rushing forward.

He played with it for a while, tossing it and twirling it between the columns of the castle, gliding over the bridge and cloisters, circling the clock tower... Finally, as gently as he could, he placed it on the sheet lying on the bench by the fountain, covering the still shining ink letters, the last words of which were: This is all I can give to you. Merry Christmas, my dear, Aesop.

"Oh, no no no," whispered Aesop Sharp, quickly picking the leaf up from the parchment to prevent any smudging, then carefully examined the note and breathed a sigh of relief, casting a spell on it that immediately dried the ink and safely tucked it into the inner pocket of his jacket. Intrigued, he looked at the oak leaf, admiring its golden hue, turning it in his long fingers. He smiled and tucked it between the pages of his sketchbook and returned to drawing a Thestral. For the fifth time, he smudged the head of the creature, unable to give it the right shape, and his irritation level rose as quickly as the paper tore from the angry movements of the eraser. After a moment, he completely gave up and closed the notebook, promising himself to revisit the subject another time.

A solitary snowflake fell on his cheek, giving him a freezing kiss. Aesop looked up, seeing a swirling snow cloud above the castle that literally burst at the seams, and as he hurriedly limped from the courtyard under the roof, the light drizzle from the sky turned into a swarm of chilling particles biting him painfully. He shook the snow from his hair and stomped to get rid of it from his boots, pleased to be covered at last. His students, on the other hand, rushed out to the yard, shouting at each other, throwing snowballs, and rolling in the still quite wet and muddy snow. Aesop, seeing this, initially burst into laughter, watching his pupils with satisfaction, and then his expression darkened as he remembered who would have to weigh medicines for everyone who caught a cold, and then explain the lesson material after classes. For free.

"Ugh..." he grumbled, rolling his eyes and limping toward his classroom. With a quick wand movement, he made warm hats and scarves in the colors of houses appear on the heads and necks of the students so suddenly, that most of them stumbled or collided with each other without seeing anything. Hogwarts, for the past four weeks, became pleasant to the eye and, in Aesop's opinion, decidedly cozier than usual. In the Great Hall, snow romantically fell from the enchanted ceiling, candles, lanterns, and Christmas baubles twinkled everywhere... He liked this time, though never overly so, and after his injury, Christmas Eve itself became rather indifferent to him, just a dinner with his mother and her partner, whom it was hard to separate when these two had been near the mistletoe, so he had always run from them. He certainly didn't feel the "Christmas spirit" as strongly as his students, who literally went crazy looking for gifts for loved ones and anticipating family reunions, which he secretly found incredibly cute... It reminded him of when he himself, at their age, ran around the Highlands with a Santa hat and a pompom bobbing on his head, looking for ingredients to earn a little something for his mom or dad... Hmmm... Dad... He should visit him too. He wrinkled his nose at the thought of that meeting; he knew he would do it only because he should and probably nothing more. Remembering the chill of the house on Walton Street in Oxford where he was born and its specific, somewhat musty smell, he felt sick. He was supposed to seriously consider renting it this year; after all, it was his property, but... He would have to go there first and tidy up a bit, and nosy neighbors would surely quickly send a letter to Aristotle Sharp, who would undoubtedly appear at his doorstep in a short time and start bossing around, leading to another argument. Aesop planned to buy him some spirits and drop by his estate on the outskirts of the city literally for a moment, avoiding Walton Street in a wide arc. The thought of a few days off comforted him. He entered the classroom as usual, on time, and gave a brief introduction to today's lesson. He assured the sixth graders that even though it was the last class before the Christmas break, it wouldn't be any less rigorous than usual. He quizzed two students on the knowledge they had acquired recently and was pleased to note that they had sufficiently mastered the material. He drew the following steps of brewing a new potion on the board, explaining them in detail, and then sat at his desk, observing the students at work from a distance. He preferred to avoid Gryffindors, fearing that any glance at Garreth would bring him bad luck. Mr. Takaar was doing quite well; this year, his theoretical knowledge equaled his practical skills, indicating progress in his final year of studies. Slytherins, except for Mr. Gaunt, were managing decently. Aesop privately assured Omnis that if he needed help due to his disability, he was at his disposal. Mr. Gaunt never did that, whether out of pride or shyness, and his potions were what they were. Ominis had no plans to become an Auror, so excessively advanced knowledge was not necessary for him. Well, he wouldn't cram knowledge into his head for him. Ms. Poppy improved her grades, which she had failed in the previous year due to her dealings with poachers... On one hand he admired her for it and on yhe other hand her carelessness worried him a bit. The girl's head barely rose above the table, and supposedly, she bravely freed a dragon from the clutches of tormentors... Well, she wasn't alone then.

Next to Poppy, her best friend was brewing the potion, about 5-7 years older, young woman with a complicated past, whom fate led her from Muggle orphanages in the Austro-Hungarian Empire, from Nitra to the Highlands. Sharp squinted his eyes, scrutinizing her, listening to what that devil whispered in Poppy's ear. He caught words like "hippogriff," "poacher," "at night."

"Ugh... Ms. Morana Dimm..." he muttered through his teeth, getting up and limping to help Ms. Reyes, who was struggling with the task. "Please kindly do not disturb others, minus ten points."

"I'm sorry." Morana lowered her gaze and returned to analyzing the next step in the recipe.

"Apologies accepted, but please remember that you are in my class, and the break has long ended." Sharp gave her a warning look.

Although, after Figg's death, she became his protégé, discipline had to prevail in his classes, and he couldn't let the fact that he knew this woman better than anyone else, having spent practically every weekend working with her, disturb it. Perhaps due to his "nasty character," as Mrs. Garlick often blamed him for, he completely bypassed the issue of being accused of favoritism towards her compared to other students. Everyone had already forgotten that she worked with him, although at the beginning, he heard rumors among students who expected her to become his "favorite" and surely be better at potions than others. Well... She was a talented witch, but nothing more... After a few unsuccessful attempts at creating potions, she learned to brew them correctly, there was nothing in her that he instinctively recognized as the beginning of "exceptional skills." And even if, due to her age, closer to Mirabel, their relationship was completely different from his sixteen-year-old students, and he had grown fond of her company, treating her more as a collaborator, a partner, it didn't mean he was deaf and blind to talking during his lessons.

"Ms. Reyes, please do not rely solely on the textbook... it has many mistakes, about which I have written to the editorial office many times... If something doesn't work, you must think whether some other method will be appropriate..."

Aesop explained calmly, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed some movement from Mr. Weasley that didn't fit the brewing stages he had discussed. He turned quickly and saw the powder disappearing into his cauldron, which he assessed as demimosa guano. Suddenly, before he could react, a unicorn hair materialized in Garrett's hands and fell into the potion.

Damn it, Sharp paled.

"To the ground!" he shouted and in a fraction of a second covered Garrett with his own body. All the students, hearing the swoosh fell to the floor, except for Morana, who instinctively wanted to help Sharp by throwing herself in his direction, but she was blinded by a sudden flash. The inside of the cauldron exploded, splashing Aesop's back with hot liquid; the room was filled with light, and then everything was engulfed in thick smoke.

Complete silence fell, occasionally interrupted by the coughing of students. Mora, somewhat dazed, stood up and began to disperse the smoke, walking towards Garrett's workstation. The boy sat on the floor, completely dazed, his gaze fixed on Professor Sharp's torn clothes. Mora felt a wave of nausea, and a piercing pain shot through her chest.

"Aesop, no..." she whispered in horror, falling to her knees, covering her mouth with her hands, and the worst thoughts flashed through her mind, tears streaming down her cheeks. He couldn't... die...

"Garreth, what have you done!?" Imelda exclaimed, grabbing the redhead by his robe and helping him to his feet. The boy seemed completely unresponsive, terrified by the gravity of the situation and not reacting to the words of other students. A scuffle broke out between them, each equally affected by the situation.

"MORANA DIM!" a quiet, squeaky voice drew their attention, and they fell silent, searching for its source. "Morana Dimm, for Merlin's sake!"

From the chaotic shreds emerged a tiny, dark-haired head, with a defiant grimace on her face and a scar cutting across her left cheek. Red with anger, tiny Aesop Sharp, with a hint of frustration, muttered through his teeth towards Morana, "Can you kindly stop crying and help me!?"

All students leaned in, holding their breath, as groaning, wrapped in a patterned sock, measuring only a few inches, wriggled out a completely naked professor.

"End of the lesson," he ordered in a sharp tone, and everyone nodded and hastily left the room, carrying the limp Garrett. Sharp waited until it was empty and immediately turned to Morana, "You have to help me; Mr. Weasley accidentally made something that won't be easy to fix... firstly, I need clothes, and secondly, I need to talk to Matilda. Please stop crying, I beg you," he added with a soft tone.

Morana nodded and, sniffing, awkwardly reached her hands towards him. She wasn't sure if she could just lift him like that, but in the end, she overcame herself and picked him up as gently as she could. He weighed as much as a quarter of a sugar packet; she was afraid of hurting him. He looked at her from under bushy, wrinkled eyebrows, but under her fingers, she felt his heart beating wildly; he must have been terribly scared.

"I trust you," he muttered, looking straight into her eyes. "I don't want anyone to see me in this state... Take my wand... and if you could be so kind, hide me in your pocket somehow until we find some clothes my size. I'll endure even a dress, just not sitting in a sock."

Morana, for a moment, placed the professor on the table and gathered his clothes into a pile. Reparo didn't work; Garrett's potion must have been exceptionally malicious. Aesop noticed that shreds of the letter and sketchbook were mixed with the pieces of fabric.

"Oh..." he muttered quietly and pressed his lips when a wave of sadness washed over him. Forget the sketchbook; the letter was much more important. He had tried very hard to write it, not thinking that he would remember the well-chosen words...

"The wand is intact," Morana stated, finding it under one of the tables. Holding such a personal item belonging to Aesop Sharp felt strange to her. Her hands trembled as she cast an eye on it, admiring its extraordinary simplicity and how well it fit in her small hand. Truly a strange, almost intimate feeling, like holding someone's hand. She tucked the tool into her pocket, making sure nothing happened to it, and then headed towards Aesop.

Seeing his sad, embarrassed face and glassy eyes, how tightly he held the large sock with printed purple Nifflers so it wouldn't fall off... It was by no means a funny sight. She couldn't imagine the humiliation he must have endured.

"I'm terribly cold," he whispered, and his large dark eyes looked at her pleadingly. "Hey..." she began with a velvety voice, leaning down to align her face with his. In her blue eyes, benevolent lights danced, and her tanned, freckled face smiled gently. "Partners aren't left behind in times of great or small need," she joked lightly, knowing that this innocent black humor would bring a smile to Aesop's lips, which indeed happened.

Morana was about to lay her hand on the table for the professor to climb onto when she noticed an ugly burn on his back that he was trying to hide under the sock. Immediately, she pulled out a vial of Wiggenweld Potion and summoned a cotton ball from one of the jars on the shelf.

"What... What are you doing?" Sharp asked, hiding even more under the sock.

"Turn around," she ordered, soaking the cotton ball in the potion. Aesop reluctantly obeyed her command and revealed the wound that must have been terribly painful.

"Oh no..." Morana murmured with sadness, and as gently as she could, she began to clean it. Aesop hissed as his irritated skin came into contact with the potion, and Morana immediately alleviated some of his pain by gently blowing on the wounds.

"I wanted to deal with this later..." he grumbled, and his cheeks turned scarlet; a shiver ran through him as he felt the warm breath of the woman on his skin. "You're already burdened enough with me..."

Morana just rolled her eyes.

"After the last prank by Garreth, I was in a similar situation, remember?" she said softly, in a velvety tone. "You faced responsibilities beyond your education then, taking care of me and the whole flock."

"Now that I think about it... it was even funny..." he confessed and added ironically, "At least for me. Nice memory."

"This will also be just a funny adventure, don't worry," Morana assured him, and her words made Sharp dissolve into a smile at their sound. When all the wounds were bandaged, he climbed onto her hand and was placed in the pocket of her coat, which she additionally lined with scraps of clothing to keep him warm. With Sharp inside and only his head protruding outside, she covered him with her hand, protecting him from any danger of being bumped by a student in the corridor.

"How's the leg?" she asked, leaning down slightly, and only a frustrated murmur was her answer. It must have been terribly uncomfortable for him, despite her efforts. "Clothes might be a problem." She spoke as she walked briskly, and on the way to the Faculty Tower, a few students looked at her as if she were talking to herself. "No one in my tower plays with dolls... Maybe we can shrink someone else's uniform...?"

"You'd have to take it off someone..." Aesop grumbled. "First, I want to talk to Matilda, then we can shrink something from my wardrobe; it's not a problem, but I need something for now, or I'll freeze... and besides...,"

Morana stood still in front of one of the fireplaces.

"I think I have something."

"Hmm?" Aesop peered out of her pocket, and his eyes met an elf sitting on the shelf. He sighed heavily, knowing what awaited him, but... did he have a choice?

Morana snatched the elf and rudely ejected him from his clothes. Making sure no one was in the corridor, she pulled Sharp out onto the table as gently as she could and handed him the loot, turning away.

"Let me know when you're ready," only a groan was his response, but after a few moments, Aesop appreciated the new wardrobe made of quite warm and comfortable felt and stood with his arms crossed over his chest and a monstrous grimace on his face, presenting himself to Morana.

"I look like a complete idiot..."

A soapy "awww" slipped from her lips, and involuntarily, she placed her hands on her chest, melting at the sight. In her eyes, it was definitely the cutest, grumpy elf in a green onesie with candy cane-shaped buttons and a hat with a bell, that she had ever seen. Aesop did not expect such a positive, innocent reaction, as he was sure it would prompt ironic laughter... Perhaps he still didn't know her well enough. He even felt a slight satisfaction at eliciting such an adorable smile from her with his comical appearance. He cleared his throat, putting on a serious expression. Morana sobered up, expecting some comment from him that would bring her to order, but he just tapped the bell on his hat with his finger.

"Ho, ho, ho..." he grumbled, squinting his eyes sternly, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips.

When Matilda Weasley encountered Morana in the corridor, who asked her for a private conversation behind closed doors, the last thing she expected was to see tiny Aesop Sharp in an elf costume with a bell hat on his head. He crawled out of the pocket of the young woman onto the counter, shook off lint from his clothes, and quite simply asked for a private conversation.

"I've had enough of Garreth's nonsense!"

He growled as the doors closed behind Morana, pointing a finger menacingly between him and Matilda, and every movement he made produced a joyful jingle of the bell. The Deputy Headmistress wasn't in the mood for laughter; she knew what such a prank could lead to for the young boy, and it's possible that nothing could help him, not even her. She looked at Aesop with horror, covering her open mouth with her hand.

"I sincerely apologize, I don't know what got into his head...!" she began, trying to somehow appease Sharp and rose to her feet, planning to rush out of the classroom to look for her nephew. "This is terrible... I'm so sorry; I'll talk to him right away and deduct a hundred points from Gryffindor!..."

Aesop raised his hand, silencing her.

"No," he said sternly and gave her a sharp look that made her sit down meekly. "This time, I'll handle it, Matilda. I'm tired of sweeping his heinous behavior under the rug..."

"But Aesop, he's just a child... he'll improve, I'll make sure of it..." she interjected in a tearful tone.

"Really? Like when he convinced Morana to steal from my office on her first class, knowing that she's new and would want to gain the favor of her classmates? Hmm? Just like when he turned the whole class into sheep that I had to chase all over the Highlands, and then had to separate my students from real sheep that accidentally followed the flock... With Miss Dimm, it was easy because she has a scar on her face... it wasn't so obvious with other sixth-years, and for a week, before I found the antidote, a sheep slept in the Hufflepuff dormitory and attended classes because we all thought it was Poppy Sweeting..."

Ms. Weasley sighed and fell silent, lowering her gaze out of shame.

"This is not innocent behavior; it's manipulation. Don't pretend you don't see it, Matilda... He knows that by causing a commotion, he'll draw attention to himself, and that's exactly what he wants. So, this time, I'll talk to him personally and find out what the problem is. Ms. Dimm will help me restore his original form; maybe he'll learn something along the way, and Garreth has to wait for me in front of the class on January 1st at noon. I'll impose an appropriate punishment, and we'll consider his future, if he sees any at all within the walls of Hogwarts."

Matilda swallowed hard and twitched nervously, but she didn't dare say anything in defense of Garreth.

"I agree with any decision you make."

"Good," Sharp concluded. "I'll send your brother a bill for the damaged clothes. He should expect an owl in the next few days."

Aesop turned on his heel and hobbled to the edge of the desk, careful not to trip over sheets of paper, maneuvering between inkwells.

"Morana, you can come in," Ms. Weasley called with a trembling voice, and when the young woman crossed the threshold, she immediately added nervously adjusting her glasses, "Please take care of Professor Sharp if you need any help..."

"...He has me for help, Matilda," Aesop hissed, scrutinizing her with his eyes. "Just because I'm currently about eight inches tall doesn't mean knowledge has evaporated from my head. Watch over Mr. Weasley better, so he has the courage to attend the meeting."

Aesop stood on his desk, looking around with embarrassment at the mess surrounding him, while Morana rummaged through his wardrobe, pulling out the items he needed one by one. He almost burned with shame when she took his underwear into her hands, so he averted his gaze, pacing back and forth on the counter, trying to maintain composure and not start yelling due to the humiliation he had to endure. And this mess... Why couldn't he just tidy up after himself? He always sat so long analyzing recipes, books, creating new formulas, that he was too tired to clean up... And too proud to ask anyone for help.

Morana sighed, finding everything she needed and brushing off a mischievous, black strand that tickled her nose. She took an armful of things, carrying them to the living room, then returned for Aesop.

"Is it the same spell as the one I use to resize furniture in the Room of Requirement?" she shouted to make sure before aiming her wand at Sharp's clothes, making sure they didn't catch fire or fly to the moon. Aesop nodded, making a sour face, and after a moment of silence, he gathered the courage to speak.

"I apologize for the mess; I didn't expect guests..." he stammered.

"Artistic chaos?" Morana laughed, arranging the clothes on the wooden floor. "I read that it's a characteristic of creative and unconventional thinkers... On the other hand, not asking for help indicates low self-worth."

Aesop clenched his lips, unsure if he was more angry, shocked, impressed by her words, or embarrassed. Probably all at once. Morana looked at him kindly, and a mischievous smile curved the corner of her lips. She waved her wand just as Matilda Weasley had taught her and tried to adjust everything to Aesop's current height. It seemed to work. The clothes fit him reasonably well, and it was immediately evident that he felt much better in them. She felt a warm glow inside, seeing his confidence slowly returning.

"We'll need a few ingredients... Damn, I promised my mom I'd come for Christmas Eve... I'm not sure if I won't still be an elf..."

"How much time do you need for the transformation?"

"Hmm... at least a few hours..."

"Then let's fly!" she shrugged casually.

Suddenly, her empty clothes fell to the floor, almost crushing Aesop, who narrowly avoided them. The room filled with cawing and the scratching of claws as a Mora emerged from under the fabric, taking the form of the raven. Sharp couldn't help but admire how she managed to become an Animagus... and in a way, he envied her. It was incredibly difficult, and she mastered the transformation almost to perfection. The beautiful bird with shiny black feathers and blue eyes was much larger than Aesop, who, now the size of a rodent, felt respect for her sharp, scarred beak, which playfully pecked at his clothes and hair. He chuckled when Mora pecked his side, and he was very vulnerable to tickling.

"I wonder if you confessed to the Ministry that you sometimes turn into a Silly Bird, hmm?" Morana brought her beak close to his large nose and looked him straight in the eyes.

"BOOP," she said.

"Boop for yes, or boop for no?" he continued to tease her, and the crow's throat emitted a loud caw. "Boop" was one of the few words from her truncated bird vocabulary, which also included "Hello," "Silly," "Aesop," and "Bird," the last three of which she combined in various configurations. Aesop laughed and stroked her scarred cheek; his eyes sparkled.

"Silly Bird..." he whispered, realizing that in his gentle tone, there was a bit more than he intended. Besides the usual softness that always enveloped his rough tone like velvet when he was close to Morana, there was something else. Something that tingled in him at the sound of her footsteps as she approached his office to tell him about some extraordinary artifact and propose a joint search, or when he saw her eyes sparkle when she felt comfortable and could afford silly jokes, teasing him, crying, talking nonsense... when she laughed delightfully at his utterly poor jokes or made him feel himself in her presence... Stop being the gruff Professor Sharp, the former Auror. Deep down, Aesop was a young lad, awkward around women, a sensitive man interested in art, moved by trivialities, a joker who liked black humor, an introvert, a dreamer who loved adventures, a person with a complicated relationship with his family on his father's side, wounded, wanting to feel important and needed... She knew that. Only her. His heart, since he got to know her a little better, seemed to slowly wake up after many years, or even a whole life of sleep, in which he was entirely devoted to conventions and work. It reminded him of a Niffler that woke up sensing a real treasure and rushed toward it... Well, everything reminded him of Nifflers, and he decided that he would open a shelter for them in retirement... But until now, even if he were to remain an elf forever, he would give everything to live in the pocket of her coat and sit on her shoulder in the evenings, making her laugh, listening to that wonderful, terrible laughter of hers, reminiscent of a piglet snorting. To be with her.

Yes. She was close to him.

Just that simple statement evoked fear and suffering in him, not allowing him to confess anything more even to himself. It was better that way. He lowered his gaze and bit his lip. Morana nudged him with her beak, urging him to climb onto her back. Another adventure? Few could boast of seeing the world from a crow's perspective... Well, in fact, he would prefer not to brag about how it happened even to his two best friends, so rather this story, like many others, would remain only between him and Mora.

He couldn't produce any sound, completely speechless at what he saw. It didn't matter that the wind roared, drowning out all sounds, and the frigid air relentlessly bit into his tiny body, causing tears streaming down his cheeks to almost instantly freeze. He simply wiped them away with a quick motion, holding onto Morana's feathers tightly, and it seemed like every discomfort was just a triviality, a complete trifle.

He was flying.

Above a sea of fluffy clouds, like the most delicious whipped cream, swirling and twirling under Morana's black wings with each movement. It was an entirely different experience than flying on a broomstick. Incomparable. Magical.

The steel-gray sky above their heads seemed so close, barely within reach, like a spread satin curtain from behind which the sun lazily peeked out, its fading glow no longer hurting the eyes. Morana's feathers shone as if each snowflake attached to them were a silver thread embroidered on the surface of black, the smoothest, softest velvet. Aesop took a deep breath of the frosty air and closed his eyes; his exhale created swirls of vapor that momentarily obscured his view of the peaks of the nearby mountains protruding from the mist like islands among seawaves.

Morana suddenly dove downward. He was sure she only wanted to show off her skills and wouldn't let any harm come to him, but either way, his stomach flew into his throat, and tears shot from his eyes. He didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or scream, but his voice would be drowned out by the howling wind anyway.

Morana suddenly pierced through the clouds and landed very softly on the ground somewhere behind the Forbidden Forest. It was getting late, and they had to act quickly because they were entirely defenseless. Morana was afraid to shrink Sharp's wand; something might go wrong, and she might accidentally destroy it. Besides, it was too large for Aesop to use. Her clothes and everything she had were still in the castle because she was still working on a transformation that would also affect her clothes and belongings. If she transformed into a human now, she would be completely naked.

Aesop jumped off her back and hobbled towards the lichens hidden among the rocks. Extracting them from the rocks proved to be quite a challenge, in which the sharp, bird beak helped. He collected everything into his pockets, and side by side, they walked towards the dwelling of the shining moths, which he remembered had to be somewhere around here. The fine snow penetrated through the canopy of tall trees, and Morana opened one wing to shield Aesop. During that time, he explained to her what was needed to brew the antidote and why.

When they reached the place, Morana raked the earth with her claws, looking for the burrow where the eggs of insects were buried. Aesop jokingly told her that maybe the transformation went wrong, and deep down, she's a chicken. She maliciously flapped her wings, and with a rush of air, she threw snow at him, completely engulfing him. When he emerged from it, he already had a snowball prepared, which he skillfully served and hit her in the side. The woman didn't have to make much effort to lightly poke him back into the snow. Additionally, with a few agile movements, she pecked at his most ticklish spots around his armpits and belly. Aesop curled up with laughter and couldn't defend himself.

"You... You won!" he chuckled.

Finally, Morana, grabbing his collar, pulled him out of the snow and stood him on his feet; he brushed wet hair with his hand and continued to choke on laughter, wiping tears from his frostbitten cheeks.

"Silly bird..." he grumbled, as if with a stern tone, which broke into laughter. His eyes sparkled.

Morana approached and gently pressed her scarred cheek to his cheek. Aesop didn't know how long that moment lasted; his head was spinning, and his heart rose to his throat. He felt her warmth, the quiet sounds of contentment, the purring that came from her throat... He closed his eyes and surrendered to this delicate tenderness, placing his hand on her beak, caressing it with his thumb.

"It's time to go," he said softly, reluctantly. She nodded and grabbed with her beak a larvae they had unearthed, needed for the potion.

After a while, both of them flew back towards the castle.

Under the cauldron, flames erupted, and the water inside began to boil. Aesop slid textbooks together to form steps, enabling him to climb and oversee the potion. It wasn't easy, but somehow, determined to regain his height, he managed.

Morana, now in her own form and attire, left his office carrying a handful of vials and herbs. She quickly arranged everything on the countertop according to Aesop's instructions and cautiously began adding ingredients. Sharp crushed the tough herb leaves in his hands and handed them to Morana to grind with the larvae and lichen in the mortar. Then, satisfied that he didn't currently need assistance, he sat on the edge of a book, using a broken pencil to note down digits on a piece of paper, calculating the dosage he should take.

When everything was ready, he crowned the elixir with three drops of Hogwarts' Giant Squid ink, which fell into the potion, dyeing it black and absorbing all light.

"Pour five drops into the smallest container you can find, please," he said softly, displeased at the thought of the elixir's taste.

Morana used a pipette to transfer the liquid into a tiny flask and handed it to Aesop, who immediately drank it in one go, grimacing and coughing.

"UGH, that's disgusting..." he muttered, shaking off the revulsion. Morana rummaged in her pocket, pulling out a bundle containing berries, the smallest she could find but still gargantuan compared to his elfin hands. She handed them to him, smiling tenderly.

"You haven't eaten all day," she whispered as he enjoyed the berries, staining his beard. He left one for her to try, and when everything was consumed, they used the floo powder to return to the Guild Tower.

The potion was soon to take effect.

"I never looked forward to Christmas," Morana confessed, sitting in a chair next to Sharp, across from the fireplace in Sharp's bedroom. She dusted invisible dust off her clothes and continued, "Not only were we scared by Krampus a few days before, which I was terribly afraid of, but I also knew I was entirely alone, while other kids spent that time with their families."

Aesop, now half an inch taller but still caricaturally tiny compared to the gigantic armchair he occupied, shifted uncomfortably, listening sadly to her words.

"It used to be very cold; we could forget about presents, but at least we got a good dinner. They took care of us, despite everything... I ran away because... I felt bad at the shelter; I didn't get along with others. They thought I was a freak, they were afraid of me, as you already know. Then, when the Dimms adopted me... It's strange, but I never celebrate Christmas with them, not for so many years. I just don't think it's for me, that I deserve it... I'm not their daughter."

Aesop lowered his gaze, disagreeing with what she said. These people loved her like their own child, yearning for her happiness. However, convincing her of that didn't make sense; she needed time to understand it herself.

"Here, it's different. I made a few presents for friends and... close ones." She glanced uncertainly at Sharp and immediately looked away. "I somehow feel better thinking about Christmas; it feels strange... hmm... happier?"

Aesop chuckled lightly.

"It's true; Hogwarts is always a bit different... Maybe it's the castle's magic working on everyone, who knows?" He pondered for a moment. "Not all kids have cheerful holidays, even if they have two rich parents and a large family. For me, a 'normal' Christmas, like the one seen on postcards or read about in books, lasted only until my parents' divorce. The last one we spent together turned into a terrible argument. I hid under my bed, covering my head with a pillow not to hear the insults they hurled at each other. Tears lulled me to sleep. I woke up in a carriage with my mom, traveling to a completely unknown place through a snowstorm with our luggage. Then, it got a bit better, but... lonely. I didn't really understand what happened, why my parents hated each other, why I don't see half of my family, and why I rarely meet my father because he supposedly has another family... I felt terribly betrayed. To cope with it somehow, I started treating Christmas as a 'festive dinner,' and it felt better that way... In Hogwarts it was, just like in you case, diffrent, I used to prepare a monthe before Christmas, so I didn't forget about gifts to all my friends... After inqury it changed agian, as you can see no christmas decorations in here... My mom never stopped feeling the Christmas spirit; every year, she comes up with new, increasingly extravagant decorations, and I won't be surprised if one day, the Daily Prophet writes about her... Maybe you'll visit her in Cragcroftshire? I'll try to clear all the mistletoe around to spare you the view of the old lady glued to her equally ancient boyfriend."

They laughed.

Aesop's mother was known for being an incorrigible romantic, and public displays of affection with her partner John always embarrassed her son and made Morana feel awkward.

"I'll come if you bake a good cake; otherwise, forget it, they'll surely find mistletoe somewhere..." she muttered with a blurry smile, her eyes slowly closing from fatigue.

"My dear, every cake I bake is deadly good," he joked, winking at her. "The potion seems to be working, so I'll make a gingerbread layer cake in a slightly larger quantity than last time... oh..."

Morana completely drifted off, and her head fell lifelessly onto the backrest. Just in time. After a few moments, Aesop began to grow quite violently and painfully. He jumped to the floor, shedding his too-small clothes and, completely naked, dove into the wardrobe, hiding inside in case she accidentally woke up. He dressed in the dark and waited for the transformation to end, hoping it would succeed. It would, right?

Mora woke up in soft, fresh sheets and immediately rushed towards the armchair to check if everything was okay with Aesop. Sitting in the seat was an elf, his face sporting a crayon-drawn scar and beard, dressed in tiny-Sharp clothes. Mora smiled slightly, but the uncomfortable silence, interrupted only by the ticking of the clock, deeply worried her.

"Aesop? Aesop!" she began searching for him between the chair cushions, but only silence responded. Taking a toy in her hand, she pondered for a moment whether it was Sharp, a result of a failed transformation.

"Here!" she heard a familiar amused voice from the living room and sighed with relief when Aesop Sharp, his regular tall self, appeared as she entered the other room. He glanced at her slyly from above a teacup he was sipping, with another one prepared for her. "Well, well, you thought I was stuffed with sawdust? tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Mora took a sip of tea, placed the toy on the fireplace shelf, and then settled into her chair. Both of them became a bit contemplative, looking at the elf.

"Good thing it's over," she whispered. "Although, I will miss malý, miláčik Ezop. (tiny, dear Aesop)" she added in her language.

"Hej, len nie maličký. (Hey, just not the small one.)"

Morana looked at him in surprise, unsure if she misheard.

"Rozumieš, čo hovorím?... (You understand my language)."

"Trochu som sa naučil. (A bit. I learned)"

"Prečo? (Why)"

"Pre teba, Mora.... (For you, Mora.) But don't ask me anything else; for now I only know the basics. I wrote more in a letter to you, did my best, but Mr. Weasley destroyed it along with my clothes... I... I wanted it to be a little surprise, a christmas gift for you... all I can give you..." his cheeks burned, voice become silent, before saying anything more. Or rather too much.

"That... that's probably the best gift I've ever received," she confessed, tears sparkling in her eyes.

His 'For now' echoed in her mind. She didn't expect anyone to want to learn Slovakian... for her. A pleasant silence settled between them, and when Morana's cup was empty, they wished each other a Merry Christmas, gently brushing their cheeks marked with scars, feeling the blushes wash over their faces. Morana slipped a small package into his hand and quickly left his room, throwing him only a glance from beneath her long black lashes.

For a moment, Sharp stood, dumbfounded, by the door, processing the stunning sight of this extraordinary woman that made his heart beat faster in his chest.

In the package, a tiny pillow shaped like a Niffler, hand-sewn by Morana, awaited him. It radiated warmth, likely filled with powdered ashwinder eggshell. Embroidered on the back was: from your Silly Bird. It was perfect for cold days in his class.

Sharp sank into his seat and glanced at the elf comfortably perched on the fireplace, a glass of firewhiskey appeared in his hand.

"This was a nice Christmas, don't you think?"

Epilogue

Garreth trembled with fear, waiting for Professor Sharp near his classroom. The man appeared exactly at noon, limping in his direction.

Before Garreth could utter a word, Sharp showed him an old book with a worn-out cover. "Complex Potions for Creative Aurors" read its title.

"I studied from it when I aspired to a position in the Ministry. From today on, you'll be dealing with something more creative than usual, but with logical sense, understood?"

"Y-yes, Professor."

"Good. If I catch you concocting any nonsense again, you'll be expelled from school, I will see to it. But if you follow this guide, I might put in a good word for you with my Auror acquaintances."

Garreth stared at Sharp, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry; I'll never do anything like that again. I didn't mean to harm you and ruin your holidays..." Sharp rolled his eyes and handed him the book.

"Hmph, suit yourself."

And he hobbled away.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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#hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy meme #hogwarts legacy oc #aesop sharp x mc #professor sharp #professor aesop sharp #aesop sharp smut #hogwarts legacy #aesop sharp #Aesop Sharp fluff

[tokyo-revengers-writings]

How they react to a S/o who is taller than them (Headcanon)

Warnings: Cuss words, mentions of short people, Rindou

How they react to a character that is taller than them: 

Manjiro (Mikey) Sano

He’s used to being the short one

(Doesn’t mean that he’s okay with it)

Constantly complains about his height compared to yours.

“It’s not fair! I wanna be tall!”

Never bring height into a conversation.

N e v e r.

Demands that you carry him on your shoulders.

Will use you as a stepstool.

8/10 - Complains too much

Izana Kurokawa

Another person who is used to being shorter than others.

Doesn’t really mind it too much.

(He does; he just doesn’t bring it up)

If you bring up height in a conversation, he will be sure to remind you of something embarrassing that you did.

“Wow, Izana! You’re really short!”

“Remember that time you threw up on your middle school crush when you tried to ask them out? That’s what I thought.”

Damn boy, ruthless

Will ask you to get something from a high shelf

(Honestly likes it when you come behind him and rest your head on top of his.)

9/10 - Not a sore loser when it comes to his height.

Ken (Draken) Ryuguji

Is honestly kinda baffled.

Like, he’s a tall dude

Would probably be slightly insecure about it, but wouldn’t bring it up too much.

“What did you eat as a kid to make you so damn tall?”

If you rest your head on his head, I think he would shut down

Straight-up freeze

Error 404 Draken Cannot Compute

(He secretly loves it, but will never admit it to your face.)

10/10 - Great sport about it.

Nahoya (Smiley) Kawata

I love him, but this boy is a Grade A Menace

This 5’7” pompom will never be quiet about the height difference

“How many gallons of milk did you go through a day?”

He can reach tall cupboards, but he will still make ask you to get him something.

lazy ass

Will make you be the big spoon

Will ask for piggyback rides in public

boy has no sense of self-awareness

7/10 - Not terrible but not great either

Souya (Angry) Kawata

Sweetest. Boy. Ever.

He would marvel at your height

Straight-up stare at you for hours

“Sorry if I creeped you out, you’re just so good-looking I couldn’t help myself.”

adorable

Will ask you to reach the high cupboards, but if you don’t want to he won’t force you to

Will propose to you on the spot if you put your head on his

He will not be quiet about how much he loves it when you do that

10000/10 - Precious baby. Protect him at all costs.

Haruchiyo Sanzu

yet another menace

This 5’6” walking trama would not be able to shut his mouth

Like, you bring up height once and that man will end your entire existence

“Damn Sanzu, can you even reach the countertop without a stool?”’

“I don’t know, Y/n. Can you stop me from knocking your ass into next month if you bring up my height one more time?”

chill out, shortie

Will always denies that he needs help reaching a shelf.

He will do anything in his power to avoid asking for help

Bro will stand on the counter before he asks you to open a cupboard.

Don’t even try to put your head on his. He will put you 6ft under.

4/10 - too aggressive.

Senju Kawarama

Probably the most chill one of these

She would love a S/o who is taller than she is

Will ask for piggyback rides

“I don’t wanna walk! Carry me, Eiffel Tower!”

did I say chill?

She’ll ask for you to pick her up so she can reach the cupboard

She loves it when you rest your head on hers

8/10 - Enthusiastic

Ran Haitani

He would be so insecure if you’re taller than him

He’d still tease you, but deep inside he’s losing it

If you bring up height in a conversation, he won’t hold back

“I thought you’d be taller, Ran!”

“Yeah? And I thought you’d know how to cook without burning the house down.”

If you put your head on his, he may pass out

Genuinely cannot fathom how someone is taller than him

7/10 - He’s not bad

Rindou Haitani

I am convinced that his brother stole his height

Like Ran, he’s very insecure about his height

This 5’6” walking Gumby doll will not tolerate any talk about height

“Rindou, why is your brother so tall and you’re-”

“Finish that thought. I fucking dare you.”

chill out Colgate

If you put your head on his, he’ll act like he hates it

he loves it

Will climb countertops before asking for help

6/10 - M E N A C E

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Masterlist

#kawata twins #tokyo revngers #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo revengers #izana kurokawa #nahoya kawata #souya kawata #ken ryuguji #draken #mikey sano #manjiro sano #ran and rindou #ran haitani #haitani rindou #haitani brothers #rindou haitani #senju kawarama #sanzu haruchiyo

[eringurumi]

I've been fighting to find time to crochet in the past 9 months (and incredibly, it's only getting harder!) I've also noticed that since having a baby, my crafting interests have definitely shifted! It's so much harder to find the bandwidth for amigurumi, but can you believe a baby hat can be whipped up in like half an hour!? Here's a little snapshot of my crafting postpartum!

"Milestone blanket" letters/numbers:

I didn't even realize I wanted to do these until Solly was born, and thought if I did some crochet it would add a more personal twist! I am glad I did because the time really does fly by and it's nice to look back month by month and compare how he grows! I used the amazing free patterns from HappyBerry Crochet, following along on her youtube videos is a delight! I then used this really helpful tutorial on stiffening with cornstarch from Heart Hook Home to keep them in shape, which is helpful now that Solly has very grabby hands!

Baby blankets:

I actually made two blankets after baby came! One for little Solly and one for his slightly older cousin! I used this super helpful tutorial by Em's Fiber Arts and of course the letter tutorials from HappyBerry again! I've always wanted to use an Ombre yarn, but of course with amigurumi that doesn't make a lot of sense - a baby blanket was the perfect opportunity!

High contrast mobile:

This was actually mostly done pre-baby! I freehanded the striped sphere around a cat toy, the ring has a little shaker of pellets, the tiny balls have a bell in them, and the checkerboard that I made with this pattern from Dream A Little Bigger has some crinkly plastic in it! I didn't have the idea to put them on a hula hoop over the crib until it was necessary, but they really helped reset the brain an angry little baby for the first few months!

Christmas tree:

Our little New York apartment never had room for a Christmas tree, but I thought it would be fun to have a little decoration! I actually crocheted around a circle of plastic cut from a grocery store cake box and freehanded a cone shape - I used some weird fat yarn for the tree and some weird pompom yarn for the garland - sometimes you just have to dig around in your stash to see what you have!

Hats:

Once again I used RepeatCrafterMe's owl hat pattern as the base. I made a little bear hat with the leftover yarn from Solly's blanket, a little Christmas hat, and of course the Grogu hat/ears for Halloween! I free-handed the ears for the two ear hats and just kinda winged it on making the longer tail of the Santa-style hat!

#crochet #diy #yarn #babyblanket #happyberrycrochet #emsfiberarts #dreamalittlebigger #repeatcrafterme #babyhat #babymobile #milestoneblanket #bearhat #babyyodahat #groguhat #santahat

[wttt-dirus-work]

Can u tell me some stuff about Quebec?

wanna give her a cameo in an fic

Hey! So first of all, YESS!

Now, you weren’t quite precise in your ask, so imma share a variety of my own headcanons to give you some more info^^

Physically:

She has middle back long, slightly curled deep brown hair, with copper reflect in the summer, and the crystal-clear blue eyes you can imagine (when she’s angry her eyes become more white than blue, and the air is way colder than before). Her skin is pale, pinkish on the nose and cheeks in the winter, and she got some freckles. In autumn, her hair is redder and more blond than brown (leaves changing colour) when she’s in the south of the province.

Her body temperature is usually colder than any of the Northeast States and lower the more she is north in her province (the only state who share the same temperature is Alaska). Now, during the summer, depending on what’s going on, she can get as warm as the lower east coast state when she has wildfire. If she had tornadoes, she’s physically frazzled, and if it’s flood, her skin takes a greenish or bluish tint. If it’s a good summer (no fire, tornadoes, or floods) she has a good temperature, around the same as the Northeast states.

For her clothes, from Automn to spring (October to April), it’s usually a t-shirt under a flannel, a toque (beanie) or earmuff, jeans, mittens, and converse (boots if there’s snow). Her shirt is usually a HABs shirt (Montreal Canadian hockey team), especially during hockey season, her flannel dark blue or bright red, and her toque vary. Sometime is a blue one with her name on it, other times a white one with a pompom, or it’s a Nordiques de Québec one (Québec City hockey team before they were bought by Colorado and became the Avalanche).

During the summer, it’s usually capri pants or long shorts, a tank top or t-shirt, a cap (usually a Buffalo bills one, or Jersey Devil after she started her relationship with NJ), and sunglasses. Sometimes she wears flip-flops, other times sandals, depends on her mood and where she’s going. She’s a fervent user of sunscreen and always got water on her.

Character:

Honestly, depends on the situation. She can be a real Bitch if she wants to, mainly with the other province when they attack her (usually the wests ones). She’s a mom friend if she knows you and care about you and will make fun of you if you embarrass yourself with her (she respects boundaries tho). She knows her worth and is incredibly stubborn when she wants to. If you dare compare her to France she’ll make you regret it and she is really proud of her culture (never says Poutine was made anywhere else than in Québec, she and I will fight you about it). She’s always happy to teach people French and if you respect her she’ll respect you.

She’s polite meeting new people and like to share culture; she’ll judge you if you do something stupid though.

Concerning religion, she’s a little lost. When she became New France, in the 1500s, she was divided between the Catholics and Natives spirituality (usually animist) before staying Catholic. Then, during the Quiet Revolution in the 60s, Québécois rejected religion, and made the government secular (not linked to religion). So, I believe she’ll be mainly Agnostic, for mostly only the oldest generations (Boomer and older) are church goers.

Relationship:

Now, her relationship is carved from centuries of existence and experience and differ from if they’re Canadian or not.

Canadian provinces and Territories:

She’s *friendly* with New Brunswick and Nunavut, but don’t really speak with Prince Edward Island or Nova Scotia. She’s extremely supportive of Newfoundland and Labrador (Trans man) and has a great relationship of mutual respect with Northwest Territories (They’re as old as the other and have known each other for a long time).

Concerning Ontario it’s more of an indifferent to *I kind of care about you* relationship. They don’t agree about a lot of things and usually snap each other (Ontarian drivers are terrible, I swear), but they will support each other when the West become snappy at them.

Québec barely care about Manitoba (the feeling’s mutual) and Yukon (they don’t know each other well).

Now, for the West province, well, its complicated. British Columbia is a bitch most of the time because she likes to rile up other people. Québec respect her because she’s alone on the other side of the Rockies and is the oldest Western province, and as women alone on their own for a long time of their existence, they both respect each other. It doesn’t stop BC from having terrible social skills (except when she’s high, then she’s like a hippie and is nicer while also staying passive-aggressive).

Now, Alberta and Saskatchewan are twins; they share the same Province day and are only older than Nunavut. Saskatchewan is the nicest one, but still resent Québec for trying to separate in the 70s. Alberta uses Québec to blame most of her problem; the French province is far from her, refuse to speak to her in English, and well, Québec doesn’t care about them most of the time. To her they are children, who doesn’t understand her, or even try to get her point of view, so she won’t fight them about it.

Concerning the states:

I wrote about QC and Alaska and their relationship in I've tried to put this all behind me (I think I was wrecked all along), but in short they met during the New France era, when Alaska was still owned by Russia, and became close friends despite the language barrier. They met again because of Maine.

For the Northeast, Virginia, Georgia, and the Carolinas, I already share some of it in my fic Five times Québec helped a Northeast State. I headcanon her as on the Aromantic spectrum (Gray or Demi) and Pansexual, and she slept with PA, NH, and Vermont before they settled down (NH with Vermont and PA with Ohio). She and Jersey have a together/not together relationship (really you need to read the fic to get it) and she’s married to NY (QPR).

Maine is like her brother, Connecticut, NH, and Vermont her close friends, and the rest are her friends. She loves Virginia and their ability to bring the other back in order when they get too chaotic. Mass, PA and she are always ready to fight each other concerning hockey (they were pissed when tempa won two Stanley cup), and she likes to watch Rhode Island kick someone’s butt.

For the other southern states, well they helped her out when Britain ordered her captured (before her wedding to NY) and she always liked them for that.

Finally, Louisiana. I didn’t present their relationship yet, but I’m working on their fic.

Louie resent her. It’s not conscious, more something they both refused to acknowledge, really. He didn’t know that, when they were separated, she was sold to the British while France sold him to Spain. He resent her because she never tried to get to him, or get him back, and how she never helped him from Spain treatment.

I’m waiting to write those two, so yeah.

That was it! You got me to write a story, omg. If you have any question hit me up^^

#wttt #welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #wtttsh #ben brainard #dirus think #wttt quebec #ask #tigerdraching #wttt headcanons

[decadent-hag]

Filling your inbox to ask why is the bun bun in your yard so ANGRY?

I think bun buns are born rageful to begin with....that added to the fact that I was shoving my phone in its face while it was trying to munch on the clover and grass that grows up in the cracks of the walkway created a little brown pompom of loathing

[shroomicakes]

How dare you call me thing Miss PomPom!! I may not b fluent on you cookie’s language but is cakes know everything we hear your whispers as we smell the changes in you all!!

(Angry CakeHound cookie noises)

[just a child being a child don’t take this as a bad thing]

“Red Velvet, come pick up your rat. I believe it has rabies.”

“Watch the way you speak about my hounds, Pomegranate.”

#answered #chiffon cookie #🪞fated follower #🔪 crimson hand #//also ur fine don’t worry! Pom is just.. like that

[regianenascimentooficial]

2K Words.

I was anxious to surprise my beloved Jason, after all, even though today he "works" a lot, and maybe he would come back just another day or luckily around midnight, I wanted to do something different this time on this fateful day, because I love his side romantic with me, always treating me like a goddess, but today I wanted to pay him back, I had already done a lot these Friday the 13th, cake, walk in the forest, and others after he hunted, to relax the stress of hunting and get back with me and going to sleep well to make up for everything he did for me, I've always loved that cute, romantic side of him with me, but today... today I wanted... you know... his rough side, and I know he hates being teased, not because he hates himself, but because when he reached the apex of the horny he was half blind with it and control himself-go not to hurt me, I know he was careful, but today I wanted to be hurt, yes... today I wanted him to be violent with me , and I would be angry if he for not hurting me, ignore me and pass by as once happened.

Everything went well on the day, we woke up and had our breakfast normally, he helped to fix things in the cabin and help me with the chores, he knows the same thing about our normal days, he knew what day it was, so even with everything normal , he was more alert than ever today, so much so that at that time three intruders had already gone to the grave, but he wanted something out of the ordinary tonight, but he still didn't have what he wanted, there were some things missing, so I tell him:

Y/N : "My Bear, I'm going to the city to buy some things and I'll be right back, okay?." I tell him trying to sound normal.

Jason immediately bows his head to me and uses sign language to communicate with me, I had taught him so that we could understand each other better 8 months ago, he learned fast, so he says:

Jason (In Sign Language) : "Please, today is a very difficult day, on account of the campers, stay well and be alert, My Princess." He says taking me gently by the hand pulling me and kissing my forehead.

Y/N: "It's ok My Bear, I'll be careful and I'll come back to you in one piece." I hug him tight and I head towards my Jeep car, which by the way is good for those who live in places like this, and I go.

After 2hrs30min driving I arrive at the sex shop and buy handcuffs, collar, bunny clothes, which I knew he liked when we watched a movie, a girl in bunny clothes appeared he got nervous and looked at me tensely, at the time I didn't have understood, but when he explained to me, I laughed afterwards that's when I thought he liked it and by his look at me afterwards, he couldn't speak, but his expression said it all, he wanted it to be used one day, besides I buy a provocative red dress, vanilla scented candles, his favorite essence, cinnamon body oil for me, another one he liked, rose petals, liquid soap for a bath the other day as he would do it to apologize to something I wouldn't condone as I ordered it and walked out of the store.

Then when I went back to the cabin, it was already 6 pm and he had already gone out to hunt, the screams of the victims made that clear, but I didn't care and went on, I had gotten used to it, and I hoped that no victim would appear to disturb, no one deserves it. , soon meant he wasn't in the cabin, I managed a smirk at the fact, and ran inside.

I started to clean the house I had messed up with, I wanted everything beautiful, then I placed the candles in specific places in the living room, hallway, bedroom and bathroom, I put rose petals on the floor of the door, hallway and in the bedroom, the collar and handcuffs would be for the act, then I got dressed, took a shower, apply the body oil, put on my black bra with embroidered sunflowers that he loved, the bottom of the costume with the bunny pompom, the ears, the gloves, right on top the red dress just to take off in front of you, and red mascara and lipstick.

Soon I light the candles, and wait for him in the living room, and to my surprise, luck was in my favor today, because I hear his footsteps coming to the door, I run to the room to appear for him, then he opens the door and closes, he was angry today, luck really was on my side literally today, at the same time he left the room, saying:

Y/N: "Welcome My Bear, how was the hunt?." I speak in a sly and malicious tone.

Jason, seeing the weather and looking at me, gasped in a way as if he was looking for air he was so tense and intense the air, seeing me like this he is paralyzed, squeezing his hand to control himself like the last time, and snorted loudly, saying:

Jason (In Sign Language): "No Y/N, not today, I don't want to hurt you." He speaks half annoyed and half tense.

Y/N : "My Bear, I'm not asking you, I'm telling you to hurt me, it's not the first time I've asked this and you ignore it... *starts opening my dress and taking it off in front of you* ...I know who wants to treat me like a queen, and I really appreciate it, but today I want you to treat me rude, like a whore, I want you my love, I want to be possessed by the Forest Demon today... *I finish taking off my dress, being alone of bunny in front of you* ...come soon before the bunny escapes, My Hot Lion." I say firm, sly and malicious going in your direction.

As I turn to run from him playfully, he grabs me by the strong arm and pulls me and makes me turn around to face him, asking:

Jason (In Sign Language): "You're not a prostitute at all, My Princess, don't call yourself that anymore, do you understand me?... *he scolds me and I just shake my head with a nervous yes now* ... but is that what you really want, as I'm not in my good mood today?." He questions grabbing my now tight waist.

Y/N: "Yes, My Bear." I reply with a teasing tone and whispering.

I feel that his gaze has changed behind the mask, and for my joke, I start struggling, pretending to want to let go, saying with muffled laughter "Leave me, leave me, don't eat me Bear" he got the message, and mercilessly slaps on my ass, I give a moan of pain and pleasure, then he picks me up, taking my thighs making me stay between his hips soon I close my legs on him against the hallway wall, and with his left hand he holds them above from my head my hands and soon he takes his other hand from my thigh making me have to keep holding on to him, and soon he takes the glove off his right hand and his mask he was wide eyed with hate and lust, which I wanted to, he then with his thumb he caressed my lower lip and then put it in my mouth, he had a thick and bigger thumb, I started sucking and moaning on him, he just looked with desire, licked and sucked, and he was panting more, he then removes his thumb and shoves it in his foot. his mouth, sucking too, he soon begins to kiss me fiercely, squeezing my thigh hard, making me gasp, and he only stopped when I was breathing very hard, then without pity he attacked my neck biting it making me moan, he he went down to my breasts, and with his mouth he ripped them off, at that time I realized that it was not just his body, but his teeth and jaw were super strong, I moaned with the act and with my breasts exposed, he attacked without pity, sucking hard , bit them, licked the nipples of my breasts and spit on them, doing it straight making me moan loudly:

Y/N: "Hmm Jason is fucking hot, go on...go on." I moaned to him.

He stayed there until I was shaking with lust, then he looks at the room and at me, and with a quick movement he puts me on his shoulders giving my ass about 3 beats making me scream in pain and pleasure, and when I get to the room he sees the handcuffs and cholera on the bed, he gives a malicious smile throwing me hard on the bed, I couldn't even get up, he pulls me by the foot making me straight on the bed, and takes the handcuffs and holds my arms on the headboard from the bed, and then he puts the cholera on me, climbing on top of me without taking his eyes off mine like a lion attacking, he soon pulls the cholera to make me kiss him, it was hard to breathe a little, but he was loving it, he lets go of the kiss, but doesn't anger it, and goes towards my breasts and sucks them like a hungry animal, making me moan with the pain and pleasure of the act:

Y/N : "Oh... hmmm Jason, oh fuck... keep it up... use me today... oh fuck, Eat Me Bear, I'm not-." He closes my mouth as he devours my breasts, at which I moan hard into his hand.

He stops devouring my breasts to lower his mouth to my belly, licking and biting it, making me scream and moan into his hand that still hovers in my mouth, he then removes his hand from my mouth and collar, and moves down to mine. pussy covered by panties, he begins to make circles with his thumb on the covered clitoris, making me moans and sighs:

Y/N: "Hmmm how delicious Jason, ah ah...." He moaned whimpering.

Soon he turns me making me get on all fours, he starts hitting my ass controlling as much as he can not to hurt me, making me scream and moan at the same time, he hits five times, and I moan and sigh in pain and pleasure with the act, he soon lays me on my back with force, he rips the panties that were part of the costume and opens my legs violently, but once again not so abrupt as to hurt me, and he makes eye contact while fell with his mouth on my pussy, he licked the clitoris slowly and kissed it, he did it alternately, and seductive way and I writhed, breathed hard and whimpered, he stayed there for a good while, and lowers his mouth to the entrance of my pussy , sticking my tongue inside, turning my tongue inside too, I lifted my horny belly and moaned hard, and screamed his name all the time "Jason oh, oh, oh Jason fuck me go, that's how I want it, my good boy, it's doing so well."

Soon he stayed like that for a while he couldn't stand it, but he still took his tongue, took his hand off my leg, holding it with his elbow, and then stuck his finger in back and forth movements, making me moan " Oh fuck that's good Jason, fuck me, it's wonderful my beloved boy." But instead of stopping, he adds a second finger, twirling now at the G-spot, moaning hard and horny, "Hmmm, oh, oh fuck, come on, it's going so well love." And then a third finger, I raised my spine more, sighing with lust then begging "Please fuck me, fuck me hard, go, I'm going to come, go love." He then removes his fingers making me shiver with the sudden act, then he takes off his clothes and joins his red boxing that he loved on him, even more on his beautiful ass:

Y/N: "You look so beautiful... in that red box love... your body is so beautiful naked... come fuck me, come My Bear." I say panting and shaking.

He climbs on top of me, and with one movement, he takes off the cuffs, and makes me hug him, and without warning he thrusts in wild movements he starts punching my pussy, making me moan hard, grabbing his back and scratching until blood was coming out so hard, the bed was shaking hard, he was panting and whimpering on the spot, patting my head, he punched fiercely, and he stayed like that until I said:

Y/N: "Oh fuck... it's so good Jason... I think I'm going to come... I'm going to come for you my love." He punched more and more after that, the bed then broke to our surprise, but told us not to think about it and continue with the act, so even with the worried look he continued, and much stronger, more breathless he was until after one time I scream that I'm going to enjoy:

Y/N : "I'm going to come, Bear, go, it's almost my need, oh...." Soon after I come and I get soft and I take my hands that were now full of his blood on my nails, he continues until I feel the fuck him inside me, he came and almost howled with lust, and he enjoys a lot, even though he stopped punching, he was still coming, until it stopped coming out of him, he was on top of me panting, both of us sweaty and panting.

Getting up he notices the mess he left and the broken bed, he gets kind of scared and kept moving me to make sure I'm okay, so I say closing my eyes:

Y/N: "I love you so much Bear, you outdid yourself on that one, for-." I can barely finish the sentence and I pass out from exhaustion.

Jason soon catches me, wraps me in a blanket and puts me on his shoulders carefully, and with the other hand he takes the broken bed and puts it in the hallway leaving only the mattress on the floor, he organizes everything with one arm and carefully puts me on my back. new on the mattress now, he goes to the bathroom and sees the soap, he thinks about in the morning give me a queen bath, then take a towel and wipe me, put on clean underwear and then kiss me on the forehead, Jason in then he does the same, and cuddled with me he sleeps with me.

It was already 12:22 and I wake up to him saying good morning and giving me a "breakfast" in bed, I thought it was strange, it had broken, but Jason explains to me that while he was sleeping, he woke up early, cleaned and organized the house, made the bed with sturdier wood he kept in his storage room, and then he made me breakfast in bed, calling me Princess and making me feel like one.

Jason then prepares the bath with rose petals and the liquid soap making foam, I couldn't walk, then he washes me bridal style and takes me to the bathroom, he sits me in the bathtub with me and washes me, but asks:

Jason (In Sign Language): "You're really fine, you're not hurt, you can't even walk straight, I was a monster-." He stops when I kiss him on the mouth, and I answer him:

Y/N : "Don't be afraid Jason, My Bear, I loved it so much, it's ok, because I'm feeling great you have no idea, I love you so much Jason." I speak for later to place a kiss on his forehead.

He immediately surprised and relieved, hugs me tightly, and we continue our shower... and then... it would be another day... at Camp Crystal Lake.

©️Regiane Nascimento©️

🌹@regianenascimentooficial 🌹

#jason voorhees #jason voorhees hot #jason voorhees oneshot #friday the 13th #friday the thirteenth #slasher community #slasher movies #slashers #slasher fandom #slashers x reader #slasher boyfriend #oneshot #jason voorhees x reader

[yozoramitsuki]

Characters that do not exist in genshin impact in-game but I write about !

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⚠️Warning ~ Mention of Aether x xiao (gay) /fem reader / oc / fan fiction

📝Notes ~ It might be a bit messy lol (it’s my first fiction post) I hope you like it , if you don’t like it it’s okay you can move on 👍

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The Golden-Winged King’s twin Alatus

Alatus also known as the original design of xiao or red xiao

I call him Alatus since calling him red xiao is kinda weird

As written in the title my headcanon is that Alatus is Xiao’s older twin

Many say he is flirty and I think so too but I think he would also be a big softy towards his s/o

He smiles 24/7 and loves hanging out with people that are close to him

He is the opposite of his twin brother Xiao, he gets along with almost anyone he meets and is fairly popular among girls 🥴

Although they are different like the moon and sun they get along well and are very close

Flirt with anyone doesn’t matter what gender he is just like that

but no one knows that he never dated anyone and never even had his first kiss🤭

When you flirt back he will return it back but is secretly bashful inside and is bad at hiding the blush that formes on his cheeks

Loves to tease his brother (not too much) but secretly really wants him just to smile again

Unlike Xiao he loves to go to Liyue harbor and just watch people (he finds it interesting to watch human behavior)

He Doesnt really like to show his vulnerable side in front of anyone

He doesn’t want anyone to worry about him especially xiao

When Alatus feels his karma being worse he hides himself from everyone so no one sees this side of him

You rarely find him being seriously angry or irritated

Bro has ultimate patient

Asks Aether (I write Aether bcs I chose him as my traveler and also bcs I ship Aether and xiao) to interact with xiao because Alatus knows Aether is one of the few people xiao is comfortable with

He may be almost friends with anyone he meets but actually he only has Aether and y/n as close friends

Alatus and Xiao can make their wings and tail appear when they want to though no one can touch it

Xiao rarely shows his bird features but Alatus shows them when he is resting on a tree or simply feels like it

When he does he cleans his feathers and sometimes looks like a pompom

It’s also cute when he sleeps with his wings and tail out

He covers his body with his wings and surrounds himself with his tail (I’m not sure how to describe it but I’ll maybe put a drawing if I can)

You become close friends once you only see through his flirty facade

The Kreideprinz’s Brother Rubedo

people who write about him give him different names and some call him Rubedo and I am one of them ☺️ his name is Rubedo

I think unlike Albedo he is very emotional and he shows that he is emotional

He is very quiet in nature so I think he would get along with a person that is quite and gentle

His eyes are ice blue (rather than teal like albedos) and they hold endless curiosity

He is curious about other things simple things that is normal to any other person and not really the alchemical curiosity

He is curious about those this since he never reallly got to see them

When you first found him in the cave he was tense

Thousand thoughts ran through his mind like—"are they going to hurt me?” But relaxed when he saw you meant no harm

When you offered your hand for him to hold he was hesitating and scared but also craving for care since he never got it. But he took your hand after seeing your reassuring eyes

Well we’ll talk about the first interaction in a another time—

He is touch-starved and therefore loves soft attention

The affect you have on him…oh mah ga

Simply sharing with him something small can lighten up his whole world, darling whether that be what you did that day or share your food with him or literally anything

He also loves it when you read him stories before you both go to sleep

He loves it when you cup his face in your palms and give a kiss on his forehead it makes him feel wanted and not unwanted like his own mother that simply threw him away to the dragon

He may not know how to comfort you with words but he holds you close when he knows something isn’t right

He tried you repay you in someway

Rubedo has nightmares quite often in the beginning, where he remembers again how his mother looked at him disappointingly and how he got eaten by the dragon

He will have horror written all over his face cold sweat covering his whole body and tearful eyes

He seeks you in those situations. He’ll scramble out of bed and lay next to you

Though he keeps a distance when he does lay next to you afraid that you might not like it when he is too close to you

But you don’t mind so when you do find him lay next to you you know that he had that nightmare again so you hold him close

You whisper how you’ll be there for him and that he is not a failure and how he has a place in this world too

He listens to every single word you say and let them directly sink into his heart and let’s himself cry to sleep

Overall you got his back and he got yours ☺️ and please keep it that way

He loves to go pick Cecilia flowers with you btw-

Rubedo’s little child Losis

Losis is the whopper flower albedo

I call him Rubedo’s child cuz the little flower trusts Rubedo and the little one follows his master around

So I imagine the whopper flower like a child like a duckling waddling behind his parent

Is like a child version of Albedo (though the hair is not braided unlike Rubedo and albedo)

Is VERY shy and hides behind Rubedo most of the time

Has trust issues with Albedo since…well Albedo stabbed him

He almost never talks since he is a whopper flower

Loves being carried by you and Rubedo and when you do he falls a sleep most of the time

He’ll come up to one of you and stretch his little hands towards you pleaing to carry him

He also loves going in nature it brings him comfort

Loves picking flowers and putting them in Rubedo or your hair (sometimes his own)

If he does put flowers in his own hair he looks like a small flower bush waddling around ☺️

Is very emotional like Rubedo and…cry’s sometimes…

He wears a blue one piece?? (Not sure how to say this either) and a red flower pin on his left-side chest

Loves it too when you read a story for him or sing for him

He doesn’t necessarily need to eat but he would eat vegetable porridge 🥣 but you have to feed him since he’s a bit clumsy with those kind of stuff

He’d sit on your lap and eat the porridge you feed him

You and Rubedo are basically his parents and albedo is his uncle 😉

He can turn back to his whopper flower form whenever he wants

Sometimes he transforms into one of the flowers and chills there it’s quite interesting to look at

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Please do credit the original publisher/creater of the above image cuz it does NOT belong to me (I found the two in google) (and gif in tumble gif)

Credits to some username : dourpeep too bcs I got inspiration from them and mixed some of their hcs with mine 🫶

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#genshin fanfic #xiao #alatus #headcanon #genshin headcanons #aether x xiao #rubedo #fanfic #writing #aether #my ocs #headcanons #gayboy

[blindaysblogforturtles]

Do you still sleep with a stuffed animal? If so what kind is it and what's it's name if it has one?

I AM SO GLAD SOMEBODY FINALLY ASKED-

Okay so I currently have 8 within my possesion, I sleep with 7 of them and have a ton of them that I need to find because their box got lost when I was moving houses.

Numero uno is Cookie the Leopard. I have many moles on my arms and face and never really liked them but Cookie is a Leopard and is proud of them so she helped me a lot during teen years. I got her when I was 4.

Teresa (aka Mamãe Ursa/Mama Bear) is a 3 foot bear plush I got from my Granny on my 7th birthday and she is AMAZING. I was very touch sensitive in my childhood but was also very touch starved so I struggled a lot to ask for hugs because they were never the way I wanted them to be. Well, no more, because Mama Bear came into my life and I suddently had all the cuddles I could ask for delivered with perfection. She's seen my breakdowns more than my parents. (Not their fault, I have the tendency to hide and avoid my support system when I need. You know. Support. Trauma? Yes, but they were doing their best and we're working on it).

Next is Maxwell, my Baymax plush. I got him in the christmas of 2015 after insisting to my mom that I NEEDED the marshmallow robot in my life. It took her a year because she knows how picky I am and how much I like things in the way I envisioned, but she found the PERFECT Baymax and I named him Maxwell the Marshmallow Baymax.

Then I got Ohana the doll for my 14th birthday, a stylized plush doll I loved for the lack of a drawn face other than two lil dots that are her eyes. She is absolutely huggable but has very fragile hair so I don't sleep with her but she is always watching for me on my nightstand. I'll get a way to fix her gashes someday.

I bought Kiwi the Huggy Hedgehog when I was 15 and I have no regrets. He is the size of my hand but very cute and cuddly.

Number 6 is Rafael Gato Brabo (Angry Cat), again given to me by my mom when I was grumpy because a trip to the city was taking TOO DAMN LONG and I immediatly cheered up. He is very small.

Number 7 is Dom Pompom terceiro (translated to Lord Tasselball the third), which was given to me in 2021 by a friend who was practicing to knit her baby a gift. She gave me the third attempt because I said the texture was calming, and because the first and second attempts were horrible according to her. He is a little bear with a nice fancy scarf around his neck.

The last one is Senhor Nicolau Bigudon (translated to Sir Nicolau Bellybutton), a pink koala with a very cute bellybutton. I bought him last year. I have no regrets.

I have many more, but these are the ones currently in my possesion and the ones I always gave priority to sleeping with. I love them very much.

That's the gaang!

#ask game #asks #anon #anon asks #Plushies #Plush #stuffed bear #stuffed animals #stuffed toys #comfort object