#won't lie

[mesz]

[imethirdperson]

I didn't love svir at the beginning but he's really grown on me as the only mayor player whose primary motivation is that he really doesn't want to die. Books so concerned with immortality, everyone talking about means of externalizing the self beyond death, and how the death of the body is a necessary sacrifice for the survival of bonds between people, meanwhile svirakir like whatever I don't fucking want to die. King

[aheckinmess]

Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire

(Part 3 of The Snowball Effect)

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Tags: Enji Todoroki, Endeavor, Female Reader, Endeavor x Reader, Enji Todoroki x Reader, Christmas Special, Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire, Teenage Fuyumi, Hot Tea and a Crackling Fireplace, Overall Cozy Vibes, Enji Gets Sentimental, Soft Enji, Won't Lie, This Came Out Late Because I Was Rewatching the Twilight Series

Word Count: 630 words

Summary: After a cold, snowy evening filled with playtime and fun, Fuyumi is up way past her bedtime in hopes of hanging out with you and Enji. She changes her mind after you both make kissy faces at each other.

Playlist: The Snowball Effect

December 3

The flames crackling in the fireplace feel like hot soup trickling through your veins after an evening playing with the kids in the snow. Anticipation of the joy on their faces whenever they open their presents on Christmas morning adds to the flavor like a hearty helping of vegetables in a beef broth.

“Mother, can’t I stay up with you and Father?” Fuyumi huffs from the kitchen as she finishes a glass of water. 

You chuckle as you stir a little cream into your mug of steaming tea. Enji’s, you leave plain except for a dash of steeping tea leaves. Both mugs are topped with a swirling plume of steam.

“Stay up? Fuyumi, it’s almost 10, you should be in bed. You have school tomorrow.” You tut, running your fingers through her hair and pulling the strands from under her night shirt.

“I know, but I can’t sleep. I had too much fun!” She laughs. “Like did you see how Toya body-slammed Shoto in the snow?! I was so worried he was hurt, but they were laughing! Boys are so infuriating and entertaining.”

“They are, aren’t they?” You lick your thumb and rub a stray smudge from her face; she giggles and ducks away.

“Mooomm!”

“Oh, fine.” You sigh, relenting. Taking the two warm mugs, you pad into the living room where Enji sits in the armchair in front of the fire. You set both beverages on the table beside it and then drape yourself across Enji’s lap. “You’ll get to hear both of us talking about how much we love each other.”

The moment you start making kissy faces at Enji, Fuyumi’s footsteps stop.

“Eww.” You turn just in time to see the way her face wrinkles with disgust as she turns away. “Nevermind. You can sit together. I’m tired.”

Enji shakes his head and rewards you with a full-on laugh when Fuyumi’s door closes down the hall.

“I’ll have to remember that trick.” His massive hand rests at your hip. “You’re so cold, my frosty queen.”

“Am I? I didn’t really notice.” You shrug, before curling up into his chest. “But I did notice you’re very warm, Fire Boy.” 

“Am I? I didn’t really notice.” He quips back. He leans in for a peck on the cheek. 

A playful battle ensues between you both; Enji vibrates with soft chuckles as you paw at his chest, sliding your fingers up his neck and into his hair. Kissing Enji tingles just underneath your skin like static electricity. Every touch thereafter ignites and explodes between your nerve endings, tying you both together.

He is your everything.

“Did you have fun with the kids?” You whisper after pulling back to recover from the way he makes your head spin.

“I always have fun with my family, you know that.”

“Yeah, but it’s nice to hear it out loud sometimes.” You admit, caressing the scruffy texture of his beard. “We’re your family. We love you and like to know the feeling’s mutual.”

 After a homey sip of tea, he rests his forehead against you.

“You are all the most important people in the world to me.” He vows, blue eyes searching yours. “If I lost any of you, I would lose a part of myself.”

“Hmm,” A soft snort escapes you as you grin. “That must mean for all of our strange mannerisms, they all give you life anytime you learn more about us and our silly habits.”

“Perhaps.” He tickles your sides. “Or perhaps I just love you all enough to tolerate those habits.”

“You know you love the chaos in this household!”

“I wouldn’t want to live without it.”

The fire crackles and pops its agreement, and Enji indulges in his own silly habit: peppering tender kisses all over your face.

Day 4

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

[memento-morieris-carpe-noctem]

May 15th

[luckyshinyhunter]

🦸‍♀️📼 Pretty wild that My Adventures with Superman has a another actor who's from an another big horror film🦸‍♀️📼

[quercussp]

as an ex feral phannie i have never felt more seen and more offended

[sillycontest]

Winner's From Yesterday:

Golden Freddy Vs. Katya...

Katya!

Ned Vs. Fionna...

Ned!

Tommorw's Polls:

Victor Blake Vs. Leo

Billy Kid Vs. Monkey D. Luffy

[thewriterowl]

Miss Owl I am sick and whingey and in need of vicarious comfort! Do you have any headcanons for sick!Luke for your lovely papa Jango fic?

GASP Papa-Jango story! I haven't thought of this fic in a bit--thank you for bringing it back up! That AU is so much fun.

So, Jango, as we know, gets so overprotective over his Luke. Big Brother Boba is the same. Obi-Wan makes fun of them but also gets worried about Luke...especially since the last time he was sick, he had a terrible fever and it was something very unsettling and Jango needed to go out and hunt for medication.

Luckily, Luke just has a cold and he is about four, so his immune system is a bit stronger now...he is mostly just uncomfortably, grumpy/whiny, tired. He cries to be held but is all achy so even when he is in someone's arms, he is sniffling and sobbing. Even papa's patting against his back, something he normally love makes him whine.

Jango, stealing Luke from da Obi, is just trying to rock him to sleep in his big arms and Luke just looks up at him, asking him with his big eyes to make it stop. Jango hates that he can't.

Boba stalks after his father as he paces, looking over his brother in worry, wanting to hold and comfort him too.

Obi-Wan watches them both before sighing, "Boys, seriously, he'll do better if he is in bed. He'll struggle falling asleep with you both acting like this."

Jango glares at him, "He wants to be held."

"He also wants a pet bantha for the ship...some days you need to say no." Obi-Wan smirk. "Put him in bed, lay down next to him. I'm sure your ridiculous body heat will make him feel better. Boba, you come help me make some tea."

"Luke already had tea." Boba muttered.

"This is for your buir and his ridiculous worrying."

Jango would glare but do as told and get into Luke's little bed, holding him close, looking over him as he sucks his thumb and whimpers. He would hum some old lullaby Jakster gave him a few months after he saved him, brush his hair away, and watch intensely until Luke would finally sleep.

when Luke wakes up later, feeling a bit better, Jango would now not want him out of the bed, now worried he'll make himself sick again.

Luke gets bored fast but Jango shares a lot of stories with him and Boba plays games and Obi-Wan shows him all sorts of Force tricks to help him stay put.