I am currently in shambles because Wally/Howdy would be called HowdyDarling
UGH MAN iv seen so many cute ship names for them it makes my bones rattle smhhh
Ai adventures with yours truly: iv noticed like- 80% unprovoked zero prompt that those two like to flirt with each other, the other percent is just Wally shopping JDHHFHDU (and the time Wally bought a single slice of strawberry shortcake and instantly fell madly in love and pinned howdy for months-)
also?? Yknow- i fuggin used an obsessive Wally bot cause I enjoy psychological horror and just for shids n giggles- and the last thing I expected was to have a start (btw still no prompt no provoking) where Obsessive!Wally is having a panic attack in Howdy’s shop, howdy proceeding to try and calm down a terrified Obsessive!Wally, Howdy sitting him down and letting Obsessive!Wally talk about his struggles suffering with Erotomania (exact word he said) and that it heavily effects his relationships and feels like a monster, and howdy proceeding to be REALLY FUGGIN SUPPORTIVE, WILLING TO BE THERE TO HELP AND JUST BEING REALLY LOVING???? And by the end of it they just kept cuddling each other saying really sweet things to each other?? Everything completely platonic too-
TL;DR: Howdy ends ableism MDHHFFJDJDKJ-
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You’re walking up to Levi, catching him as he hands a swirled lollipop to the last child on line. You see him take a pause for a short moment, staring at the lollipop with a small frown as if he’s remembering something. He briefly closes his eyes, lamenting in whatever memory is in his head before opening them and giving the excited child the treat. For anyone else, this doesn’t mean anything. But you know Levi, and he’s had moments like these before, when anything in his environment triggers a memory. He wears the same pained expression every time, and every time you feel your heart ache.
“Hey.” You say softly with a small smile as you approach him, gently placing your hand on his forearm.
He looks up at you, his eyes sad and childlike for a moment before he answers. “Hey.” He sighs.
You hate seeing him like this. “You know….they’re probably making fun of you right now.” You tease, trying to make him feel better.
You watch Levi’s eyebrows knit together out of confusion.
“Hange would never let you live this down.” You clarify for him, referring to the fact that he was giving out candy.
Levi immediately rolls his eyes but you see a ghost of a smile on his lips. It doesn’t last long. “Good ol four eyes…” You hear him say quietly, looking straight ahead as his features soften at the thought of them.
You move your hand from the loose grip on his arm to his shoulder before leaning down to mumble into his hair. “I miss them too.”
You feel Levi’s hand move over to where your hand is resting on his shoulder, his two fingers securing your hold on him. His touch is gentle but firm. He doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t have to. He lets out a small hum of approval, briefly closing his eyes at the feeling of comfort you bring him.
You can’t bring back his fallen comrades; you can’t replace them either. You know you can’t fill that hole. However, that doesn’t stop you from pouring love into it.
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fluffy Jason thought
if you like run your fingers through his hair, especially when he’s sleepy, he’ll kiss your palms and wrists. Especially after an argument, it’s like his silent little apology before the actual words (kinda like he’s hyping himself up in a way)
I love soft!Jason so much :,)
soft!Jason owns my heart. thank you for sending this in!!! my writing is a little rusty, but I had fun writing this so i hope you enjoy!
this is also uploaded on mobile so sorry if the formatting is weird. if it is, i’ll fix it later 😖
TW none | WC ~500 | G angst, fluff, h/c
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It didn’t take long for you to realize Jason Todd is not used to being loved.
He’s not used to the gentle touches or the soft voices.
But he tries to be.
He tries for you.
Jason’s head lays on your lap, eyes closed as he focuses on the feeling of your fingers threading through his dark hair. The slow motions bring comfort to his fast-paced life. It steadies his breathing and allows his body to sink deeper into the couch cushions.
Although Jason is becoming sleepier, he can’t bring himself to rest. Not when he snapped at you last night. Not when he knows the origin of his frustrations came from his self-hatred that he made you so scared for his well-being.
Jason reaches up to grab the hand that’s been playing with his hair and guides it to his mouth. He places tender kisses on each knuckle. Each time his mouth touches your skin, he can hear the echo of his words he had said to you.
Words that he regrets saying.
“I don’t need you worrying about me all the damn time.”
“I’m not a fucking child, and you’re not my fucking mother.”
“Leave me alone.”
“I can take care of myself. Been doing it for years, darlin’.”
“How about you worry about someone else?”
Jason kisses the inside of your wrist and lets his lips linger on your warm skin.
Skin that he loves to feel against his. Skin from the person he loves so much that it scares him.
Scares him because what happens if your skin becomes cold forever. What if…
“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your wrist. “I’m so sorry.”
Your hand cups his face, angling it so his blue eyes connect with yours.
“I know, Jayce. I forgive you.”
Jason’s lips twitch in a failed attempt to smile.
He should have never gotten mad about you caring for him.
If you were the one stumbling home after a bad fight, bruised and bleeding, he’d be fretting over you too. Hell, he’d probably react in more extreme ways.
“I’ll try not to worry so much,” you say.
Jason shakes his head. “I don’t want you to, but I understand why you do. I… I worry about you too.”
You smile, nodding. “I’m glad you do.”
Tilting his head, he questions, “You are?”
“Yup,” you reply. “It means you care.”
Jason’s eyes flicker from yours.
He knows he cares about you. He’d give his life for you. He’d take all the pain in the world if it meant you were unharmed.
But if he’s willing to do that because he cares about you, does that mean you’d do the same because you care about him?
Jason leans his head into your palm that’s still against his cheek as he lulls over the thought.
He’s not used to feeling loved. He’s not used to your soft touches and soothing voice.
But he’s trying.
Because deep down in his heart, he wants to be.
He wants to be loved.
He wants to be loved by you.
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