#my comfort boyssss

[detectivechandler]

It's cooler here - the breeze rolls off the water, carrying with it a coolness that soothes the sweat from his brow, a welcome relief to the aching warmth of a sharply split lip, and he sits in silence, feet dangling off the edge of the dock and toes skimming the waves that lap teasingly at their tips. The noise from the tavern picks up once more, shouts of laughter and the raised voices of too much drink spill out between the tightly packed crowd of sailors to bounce along dirt and cobblestone roads until the faint echoes reach even the solace of his own temporary haven. There's a crash, a crescendo of spilled rum maybe, and Joe winces, reaching with one hand to probe at a swelling cheek that seems to throb in memory. It's odd, he thinks, how something once so familiar can become foreign in a matter of weeks. Once silence had been his friend, his ever present companion that had soothed him on sleepless nights .. now, after time spent on a ship with men who wouldn't know silence if someone beat them upside the head with it... it weighs on him, pricks underneath his skin like a thousand daggers, and the small reflections of light against the water make it seem as if the very moon is laughing.

Is this what you wanted all those nights you laid awake and staring? Have I granted your wish?

He opens his mouth as if to answer ( there are far worse things than arguing with stars), but it snaps quickly closed at the sound of approaching steps. His body curls instinctively, a frightened rabbit ready to run lest its caught by the snare, but as the person draws closer he feels the tightness in his belly unwind, muscles losing tension almost instinctually. James' shadow falls over him and Joe grins at the silhouette of it, hissing slightly at a too late remembered cut lip before craning his head slightly, meeting the other man's gaze.

"Hello." It's a quiet greeting, laced with a hesitance that he hasn't felt in the other man's presence for quite some time. The memory of his tavern disaster lies heavy between them and he frowns in response, an expression which only deepens at the realization that the dark coloring of the older man's eye is not a shadow as first expected. He thinks of that large, ham-like fist that had caught him in the jaw over a spilled tankard and winces, wondering if his pirate had met the same fate. Before he can ask such a thing fingers are tangling around his own, urging him to stand, and his body obeys instantly... unfolding from the dock to stand before the man who has become his savior in more ways than one. James looks almost ethereal, piercing eyes and long hair that catch the faint light of the moon overhead, and Joe reaches with tentative fingers to trace the swelling around one brow. He wants to ask what happened, wants to make sure that no injuries were earned because of him.. but the feel of cloth pressing against his still bleeding lip stops such words in his tracks. Weight shifts as if to pull away as a huff of breath falls between them, a sound meant to be both query and displeasure at once, but his pirate only laughs quietly as the fingers of his free hand reach between them, holding Joseph steady by a grip on his chin.

@gentlemanstarkey: ❛ you're mine, and i take care of what belongs to me. ❜

It's funny, but he's fairly certain he hears the moon ask its question once more, hears it's whispered inquiry of whether or not the younger man has been given everything he had dreamt of beneath her... and he also hears his heart as it beats the answer against the bones of his chest.

yes.

#gentlemanstarkey #v. we deserve much better than we've had #lmao this is so corny WHATEVER I DONT CAREEE #you're in a relationship with me. you have to deal with it. #i've been wanting to write this all day and the internet came back for like #2 seconds so here i am #my comfort boyssss #in character. writing.

[starchasing-chocolate]

CW: talking about death, suicidal thoughts

“I still get them.” Regulus whispers, breaking the familiar silence between him and his brother.

Sirius raises an eyebrow in confusion. “Get what?”

“The dreams. Nightmares.” Regulus hums. “Whatever you’d like to call them.”

Sirius’ eyes widen in understanding, swallowing harshly before responding. “The ones…about the water?”

“About me drowning. It’s alright, you can say it.” Regulus mumbles, voice void of emotion, harshly reflecting his lifeless and dull eyes. Regulus stays quiet for a moment, eyes locked on the Canis Major constellation in the night sky, before he speaks again. “I think they’re true, whatever they are. I think that’s how I die.”

“Don’t say that, Reggie-”

“Accept it, Sirius. You’ve found your family, your true family, and I have…nothing. I am nothing.” Regulus chokes out. “If the war doesn’t kill me I might just do it myself because”— Regulus laughs—“I have no reason to live anymore.”

“In a few years, I’ll be nothing but a memory to you and that’s a fact. I think I was born to die young. At least if I drown, I’ll die somewhere peaceful.” Regulus faces Sirius again, ignoring his brother’s horrified expression as he smiles sadly at him one last time. “I’ve always loved the water.”

#pov #Sirius visits regulus before he graduates #sorry in advance #:D #marauders #regulus black #Sirius black #jegulus #harry potter #black brothers #james potter #wolfstar #sad #hurt no comfort #Sirius and regulus #regulus and sirius #MY BOYSSSS #i sorry #regulus gets visions of drowning

[oxymorayuri]

❞𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞❝

Headcanons with my favorite boyssss [ Ace | Kid | Law | Doffy ] Wordcount » 1234 (lol no way... you see it? 1234...) Info » just cute things ;3

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: Ace: qmech | Kid: skxviii | Law: oyasumi_mofu | Doffy: Hijiki_DaiXt

𝑃𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑔𝑎𝑠 𝐷. 𝐴𝑐𝑒

You both get partner tattoos instead of wedding rings but not something lame like a circle around the ring finger rather something small and personal. You have a little flame on the side of your thigh and he has one on his chest that has something to do with you. Maybe you have a devil fruit or a special weapon? It's up to you :p

You never thought you'd cry at your wedding ceremony because Ace let the most beautiful vows EVER leave his lips. His words were typically Ace and in between your tears he made you laugh. You were almost ashamed when it was your turn because you just wanted to repeat a sentence he once said to you but you changed it a bit… "I'm not interested in living a thousand years, it's enough for me to survive today with you." You spoke. Ace recognized the words immediately and remembered the conversation you shared in the past with a broad grin. He almost yanked you to him and kissed your lips even though the priest hadn't even given his blessing yet. But he doesn't care, he doesn't need the priest's blessings when he has you.

He definitely had his own thoughts about the wedding. For example, he has looked into various traditions… but it seems like he got something wrong… Instead of carrying you bridal style over the doorstep, he carried you all day. As soon as you set foot on the floor to get a new drink, he picked you up in his arms. His statement? "Come on love, when will I have the chance to carry you in your wedding dress again?". Okay that's smooth.

𝐸𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝐾𝑖𝑑

Kid probably would never have proposed to you on his own. You've been together for so long now and every time you've seen a married couple your mood has soured. You were annoyed and also disgusted and one day Killer asked you about it and in the conversation you ironically realized that you also wanted to get married lol… when you were with Kid in his workshop you casually mentioned, that you thought it would be a good idea for the two of you to get married as he was working on one of his new creations. He froze at the word marriage and the next second his machine caught fire because he held the welding rod on it for too long. You both panicked and put out the fire and you realized that he found the topic unpleasant and unnecessary, but you are you and you get everything you want, even if you have to force him! Luckily for you, Killer told you that Kid likes the idea of you committing to him forever, but pshht… otherwise Killer will lose his life.

He will send you away if you want to ask him something about the wedding planning or want his opinion. He'll just tell you that you can do whatever you think is necessary (ugh). You think it's a bit of a shame but you don't mind, you just want him to feel comfortable at his own wedding. After all, it's not just yours. But if it were up to him, he would simply put the ring on your finger and seal your marriage with a big smooch on the lips. But later in the evening you notice that he has circled options he likes or left little notes on your wedding plans and that's when you know you're marrying the right one.

he forges your rings and is quite proud of his work, but secretly nags Killer that he is unsure whether you like the rings. When he saw the sparkle in your eyes and heard your words about how much you love the rings, his heart stopped for a moment only to beat extremely fast. He wanted to marry you right on the spot, but he knows how much love you put into the planning. Happy wife happy life lol.

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐿𝑎𝑤

A grand wedding with everyone (including the straw hats etc.) is planned, but he has other plans and takes you to the most romantic place to have a wedding ceremony just for the two of you. The party can still take place afterwards with everyone, you are a little social butterfly after all, but the wedding ceremony? That's between you and him <3

Law, similar to Ace, would want partner tattoos instead of real rings but rather in an intimate place where only both of you will see it… if you know what I mean ;) It's safe to say he'll shower your tattoo with kisses everytime when you're getting busy.

He has already seen you (without you knowing it) in your wedding dress. He knew exactly what was going on when you waltzed happily past him with a big package... And even if he hesitated for a moment, he followed you discreetly like a pretty good stalker… He peered through the gap of the door to the room you shared. You were apparently so excited that you hadn't even closed the door. He heard you squealing happily in the bathroom and without really realizing it, he held his breath until you came out of the bathroom. And then you stood there in your beautiful white dress. The feeling in his chest increased rapidly as he watched you twirl in front of the mirror like a princess. Your laughter makes him grin… "I guess she's just as happy as I am that we're getting married..." he thought to himself with a satisfied expression as he let go of the door and walked away. He leaves you a little moment for yourself and your joy, he'll see you walking towards him soon anyway. He is pretty sure that he will never forget that moment. The sight of you walking towards him will be engraved in his brain.

𝐷𝑜𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑡𝑒 𝐷𝑜𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑜

You want fireworks that paint your faces in the sky? A thousand white doves that are released when you kiss? A 10 meter high chocolate fountain? A wedding in pink? No problem. Your list is long and you get everything you want. Doflamingo will put together the perfect team to fulfill your every wish. Money doesn't matter, but you do.

You get a ring with a gemstone you've never seen before. Even if you express your doubts that you are afraid of losing this precious ring, Doffy reacts almost insulted. You are the rarest and most valuable gemstone in the world. If you lose the ring, he'll have a new one before you know it.

It's going to be a big big wedding BUT not many people are invited because there's a chance of someone ruining it. Whoever is invited is a big figure or part of the family. Everything is secured but not in an oppressive way. It all plays in the background, because if there were security guards everywhere it would ruin your perfect wedding picture. Nobody is allowed to ruin this day for you and him and if they do, they will pay for it. He also has the wedding broadcast live on TV so that everyone can see that he's marrying the most beautiful woman in the world. How extra.

I hope you enjoyed reading it. See you next time <3

𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒖𝒓𝒊 ♡

#trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #law x reader #one piece #headcanon #portgas d ace #ace x reader #eustass kid #eustass x reader #donquixote doflamingo #doflamingo x reader #one piece reader #eustass kid x reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #portgas d ace x reader #donquixote doflamingo x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader

[moldrata]

Gaming with the boyssss 🦗🦗

Mahito and Jogo have the best dynamic in my head it comforts me sm

The lighting and everything in this drawing is my current magnum opus fr

A special thank you to madmality for giving me motivation to stop playing minecraft and finish this piece <3

#jogo #mahito #mahito fanart #mahito edit #kenjaku #hanami jjk #dagon #dagon jjk #jjk art #jujutsu kaisen fanart #geto suguru #geto #jjk fanart

[seas-storyarchive]

Hatching - what if

Note: in which Alastor gets attached and is named an the Uncle of Eggz.

The egg boi that was left behind, missed snuggling up with Pentious and his egg bros. So, he sneaks into Alastor's room, as the man played Boss once.

"Hm? Whatever are you doing in here, little creature?" Asked the man, on his back, facing the door, hopped up on pain medication and unable to sleep. Was he annoyed the little creature was in here? Shockingly no, he couldn't sleep and didn't feel like scaring him off

"I miss Boss." The egg said.

"Hm.." Alastor nodded, his eyes glowing in the dark, "tell me, little creature.. what exactly.. are you?"

"An egg." The creature answered.

"Hm.. what kind of egg? Chicken? Snake? Alligator? Fish?" Alastor listed off.

"Just an egg." The boi said. "Named Frank."

Alastor let an annoyed groan. "Okay.. a blankslate egg.." he pushed himself up, growling.

"Hey, hey! Don't get up, I'll come to you!" Frank scrambled (not literally) over to the bed and climbing up it to sit beside Alastor's head.

"Have.. any of you.. hatched?" Alastor panted, holding himself wiping his brow. What in the world was this fucking wound?

"No. Oh! Here!" Frank poured him a bit of water from the pitcher into the glass and handing it to him.

"Thank you." Alastor said softly, taking the glass and drinking from it before putting it back on the table and patting the egg on the top of it's shell.

"No problem, Boss.." the little egg said, before he began crying.

Alastor, unable to be around crying, pulled the egg into an awkward hug due to his injuries. "There, there.. the pain will become less, over time. It will never leave, it will always be there, but remember the times of good and bad, happy and sad. And all will be mended, you will be fine." Words he'd heard from everyone in his neighborhood after his mother died, so he sympathized with this little boy.. a little boy who lost his only parent.

Alastor and Frank fell asleep, his arm wrapped around him, still in comfort.

--

Pentious watched from heaven, through the seeing orb with the other eggs that had hatched into fluffy chickens.

"Boss? Is he gonna be okay?"

The snake wiped his eyes. "Yessss, my boyssss. Your Uncle Alassssstor is taking good care of him."

--

Following that night of comfort, Frank followed Alastor exclusively.

And had Alastor gotten attached? Well, hard to tell. He acted around Frank the same way he acted around Niffty.

And then, things.. changed.

--

Pentious could feel that it was coming. Frank was due to hatch, and he couldn't wait to see what he would become.

--

Alastor awake that morning, bright and early, expecting to feel the little egg creature havng taken residence on his legs as per the norm. But, after a moment, something felt wrong. He got up, only to hear and feel a CRUNCH beneath his feet. Egg shells.

"F- Franklin.." what the hell was this feeling? Had he become attached? Had something in him, not wanting that, killed the little creature in his sleep? Had-

His shadow caught his attention, pointing to a spot on the bed under the pillow bedside the one he slept on.

"Hm?" Alastor pulled up the pillow to see-

A little red and gray speckled alligator, wearing the little egg's hat.

"F- Franklin?"

The little gator woke up, rubbing it's eyes. "Morning Boss." He saw Alastor looking at him with wide eyes and worry. "What?" The little gator made a surprised noise when Alastor hugged him.

"Look at you! Oh, you bright little creature!"

--

"Look at Frank!" One of the chickens hopped up and down.

"Wow! He has scales!" Another joined him.

"He looks to cool!" The rest of the chickens jumped about.

Pentious wiped his eye. "Oh, my boi.."

"Boss! Can we go see Frank and Uncle Alastor?"

"Well.." Pentious looked at the chickens.

"Uncle Alastor! Uncle Alastor!"

--

"Come, small alligator creature! I hunger for some swine!" Alastor grabbed a hunting rifle.

"Okay Boss!" The little gator followed him without question.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin frank #hatching - what if #what if #lol become uncle idiot

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

~soft times with the softest boyssss~

(I’m gonna start doing some small ship things now, maybe not a lot, but I’m gonna try it out. This is a Texas/New York fic cuz I’m an absolute SUCKER for rare pairs that are near polar opposites.)

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(This takes place at around 2am)

Texas and New York were both peacefully cuddling in Texas’s room. New York had been getting a bit overstimulated with the noise of the northeast, so ofc he ran to his boyfriend’s room. So now he was cuddling with him, with his back against the taller’s chest, Texas’s chin resting on top of his hair, and a soft comforter covering them both while he scrolled through TikTok. Though he would never admit it, he loved small little moments like these, where it was nothing but him and Texas. He jumped a tiny bit when he felt the Lone Star State wrap an arm around his waist, but eventually settled back down.

"You good, hun?" Texas asked quietly, his voice slightly muffled by York’s hair.

"Y-yea ya just startled me a bit." York responded. He suddenly squeaked a bit when he felt Texas place a small kiss behind his ear. He felt and heard Texas chuckle a bit before feeling another kiss be placed behind his ear. And another. And another. At this point, York was smiling like a dork and giggling slightly. "Tehehex dohohont be mean…"

"Ok then. It’s time for you to go to sleep now, it’s 2am." Said the taller before gently taking York’s phone from his hands and placing it on his nightstand. He fondly smirked a bit when the smaller gave a small whine. Texas gently flipped himself onto his back, picked up the smaller, and placed him on his chest before grabbing the comforter and placing it back on top of them.

"I’m not tired tho…" NY protested quietly, tho Texas could tell it was a complete and total lie, even without the fact that the smaller yawned not even a second after he said that.

"Mhm…. You are practically asleep right now." Texas said with a small smirk.

NY looked like he was about to protest again, but he instead just settled for burying his face in his bf’s chest. Texas laughed a little bit before placing a gentle kiss on his bf’s forehead and turning off the lamp on his nightstand….

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(Hope this was alright my first small ship fic lmao-)

(And ima just— @literallyjustexistinghere come get ya boy before Texas steals him-/silly)

#welcome to the table #welcome to the statehouse #ben brainard #wttt #wttt new york #wttt texas #soft boi hours #hehehheheheheheh

[lmfsus]

LOOK AT MY BOYSSSS THEY SO COMFORTABLE TOGETHER I CAN'T BREATHE

#conmin #armin attack on titan #connie springer #armin x connie #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

[imhereforbrownies]

your pronouns (only if you feel okay with it ofc <3) she/her

your personality traits: fun, giving, extroverted, funny, happy, kind of like a golden retriever

your hobbies: art, reading, spending time with friends, listening to music while driving down the highway

favourite movies/songs/food/places/books etc.: movie: love actually song: daechwita or callaita by Bad bunny food: sushi places: the beach and a museum

if you have any pets: a schnauzer

your dreams and aspirations: to make museums more accessible for people and make people happy with art

zodiac sign/MBTI: Sag and ENFP

your aesthetic: dark academia and athleisure

the group you’d like me to pick from: BTS

you can include any cute idea that you have or any scenario you would like me to write about

Heyyy! You're officially my first full-on BTS request and I'm so so so happy that I'll finally get to write about my favorite boyssss

Also, I absolutely love your dreams! You go, girl!!!! <3

Now to your ship :)

-

I was thinking about this and I decided I'd ship you with Namjoon.

My reasoning behind it:

- like your obvious love for art and museums and stuff made me immediately think of him and his interest in art and I thought that you two would definitely bond over that :)

- also your personalities seem like a great match in my eyes... I think he would absolutely adore someone with golden retriever energyyy

- beach dates with Namjoon??????? I think hell yeah <3

- I also think your aesthetics could match quite well because Namjoon also seems to be stuck somewhere between athleisure and (not necessarily dark but) academia vibes lol

- you both are ENFPs which makes you a great match hihi

- honestly, the more I think about it the more I think you two would make such a great couple omgggg 10/10 would ship hihi

-

"Look!" 

Your exclaim makes Namjoon look up from his book and follow your pointy finger to where your dogs chase each other by the sea, a smile spreading on his lips, his adorable dimples showing up on his cheeks, making your own smile grow.

"I'm so glad they get along so well," he states softly, meeting your gaze.

"Me too. I was a bit worried at first but they seem to be best friends now," you say, making Namjoon chuckle.

"Yeah," he nods before turning his attention back to his book while you take a bite of one of the toast you brought with you to your little beach rendezvous, your gaze following your dogs again.

Comfortable silence settles between the two of you, interrupted only by the steady swishing of the waves and playful barking of your dogs, the whole atmosphere bringing an unusual peace to your heart.

"We could go on a dinner later," you murmur, munching on your toast, making Namjoon look up once again, a grin on his face.

"Are you taking me on a date?" He asks and you whip your head around to face him, eyes wide and cheeks burning as you shake your head in denial, mortified.

"N-no! That's not what I meant," you deny, speaking with a full mouth and so you cover it with your hand, hoping it at least partly conceals your embarrassment too.

Not that you wouldn't like to go on a date with Namjoon, not at all. You always kinda thought of the time you two spend together as dates but he never called it that and so you kept those feelings to yourself, not wanting to make things between the two of you weird.

"So you don't want to go on a date with me?" He asks softly, his expression completely serious now, making you freeze.

"That's not what I said either," you murmur, meeting his gaze shyly.

"So you would like to?" He asks, a smile tugging on his pretty lips, making your heart flutter.

You nod softly, hoping that this whole thing is not just a dream.

"We can go then," he states as if that was something casual, adjusting the book in his hand and getting ready to get back to reading.

"What?" You find yourself asking rather loudly, making Namjoon face you again.

"I said we can go on a date if you want to," he repeats, looking at you with a slightly raised eyebrow as if he didn't understand your behavior.

"You mean it?" You have the need to assure, making him chuckle.

"Of course, I mean it, Y/N. I wouldn't ask you otherwise. But we don't have to if you changed your mind," he states quietly, looking down at his book as if he was the one turning shy now.

"I- I want to, Joonie. I really want to," you admit, making him glance at you with a grin on his handsome face.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Great. I know this nice sushi place you'll love," he states softly, making you smile widely.

"It's a date then," you say, making him chuckle.

"It's a date."

#bts imagines #bts #bts fanfic #kim namjoon #kim namjoon x reader #250 followers celebration #shipping hours

[flowerhound]

spit it out, welcome, & surfacing from the slipknot-based asks for whoever's on your mind :3 -- violetsareblue-selfships

Thank you so much <3 Answering this for Caduceus and Belladonna since I want to intro them properly on this blog! Spit it out - how long did it take for your f/o to confess to you (or vice versa)? was it sudden? drawn out? humorous? serious?

Cad: Hmmm... I'd imagine it was kind of a natural progression that ultimately resulted in a kind of explosive reveal. Caduceus is not very open about his emotions, so he was somewhat...offput, when he realized how close he was getting to me. It had been hard enough to accept how much he'd grown to trust me as a friend, admitting that it went further than that was terrifying to him. It was after a job, a big fight that we had to struggle to win, and I think he fully expected it to be met with rejection. Of course, I did not do that and instead told him that the sentiment was returned tenfold. <3

Belladonna: He'd apparently been harboring feelings for me for some time! And y'know, that was likely mutual. He wasn't sure if mine and Cad's relationship was open to a third, and when we first met he was in such a god awful situation that there was no way he could take on a genuine romantic relationship. It wasn't until he got out of that and began to really take control of his life that he started seeing if boundaries could be moved. It didn't start explicitly romantic but...the line moved, bit by bit, until we finally broached the idea to him. He liked it :)

Welcome - what is you and your f/o’s living space like? do you have a house or apartment? are you on the run? what defines ‘home’ for you two(or three)?

True for Both: Well, it was originally Cad's place. He'd lived there for some time, and sort of unofficially ran his hit-for-hire business out of the front part of the building. When I joined in on the business, he originally just kind of holed me up in a spare room he had no use for, until we got close enough that I moved into his space. Then Belladonna had a similar process! Desperately needed a place to go, so we set him up in the spare room, and then things just went from there. The house isn't anything super fancy. It's got a decent kitchen, and it's pretty roomy- it has to be, considering who lives in it, but it's very comfortable for us. We share a bedroom with a big old bed, and it's usually not untidy but definitely lived in. There's a hammock in the top corner of the bedroom because sometimes Cad likes to hang out up there, we've got a TV room, decor is very eclectic because of the collision of tastes...but it's home. Even if the front of house is all business.

Surfacing - when did your f/o realize they were in love with you? did they try to avoid the feelings or push them down?

Cad: I mentioned this before but, for him it was something he knew about ages before he actually accepted it. It had been a long time since he'd felt something genuinely romantic with anyone, and so many things over the years had turned out badly, he just...tried really, really hard to ignore it until he couldn't. I wish he'd told me sooner so I could have loved on him longer, but I understand he wasn't ready.

Belladonna: Bella was probably More willing to accept his feelings than Cad, from what I can tell. He knew how he felt, he knew it was romantic for the both of us, he knew he wanted to be part of things...but at the time we were getting to be close, he wasn't in any kind of place to enter a relationship like that. So it was just kind of this...unspoken thing. We all felt it, but none of us pushed any action until his situation massively improved. Only after that did we start letting things grow, and it was a very comfortable progression from there.

I'm so glad I finally get to show y'all my boyssss properly because I'm obsessed with them.

#asks #violetsareblue-selfships #THANK YOU THIS WAS FUN #I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY OC BOYS #serpentine sweetheart #bloom anew #ART BY MY IRL HUSBAND BTW #HE DESIGNED THEM

[levi-dayne]

therapy isn't enough i need my comfort characters to know that every time they come on screen i go "my BOYSSSS :D"

[panbitch-com]

STREAMING AND BEING RANDOM; I GUESS

Characters: Dreamwastaken, Georgenotfound, Sapnap, Karl Jacobs, Quackity

No skin colors used

Pronouns: they/them

Warnings:

Summary: a chill evenings with da boys

Proofread: Yes / No

Request: Yes / No

y/n = your name

y/n/n = your nickname

y/h/ct = your home country

Please it's also so short and random, I'm so sorry :')

I was bored, and had nothing to do or well I don't really have motivation to write a big ass long imagine right now. And I'm working on a few so it could really take a big amount of time till they come out. And a few will even be a christmas or new years eve imagine- I'm so sorry haha. So this will maybe or probably I don't really know if it does but maybe this imagines contains Spiderman: No Way Home spoilers.

Please keep in mind my native language isn’t English, so there can be grammatical or spelling mistakes :3

gif is not mine!

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'just chilling and hanging with da boyz :)'

You start your stream and smile while looking how the people in the chat spam 'HEYYY' ; 'HELLO y/n/n' or 'FINALLY BACK AGAIN'.

"Hello guys, how have you all been?", you're a faceless youtuber so no one could see the smile on your face which spread out on your whole face. "Good? Good, that's great. I'm glad. Well, I thought we maybe could just talk a little bit together or you guys can ask me questions if you want and in like 30 minutes we can join the call with the boys.", 'yes' came in your chat quite a few times and you nod.

"Okayyy, then let's get started, shall we?"

"Have you ever met Dream or Karl?", you try to read out the question in chat and smile. "Actually yes I have, I have met Dream once and I swear it was so complicated to find him in the airport. Because well yes we facetimed some time but like can you imagine searching for a 6'2 feet tall guy who's face you saw once and not even that good because frontcameras qualitys are shit? But eventually we found each other and hugged and all that cute shit you do with your internet friends.", you stop for a second and just now feel how dry your mouth is, then you continue. "Wait i'm gonna get something to drink, I'll be there in a sec.", you got up from your gamingchair and went to your kitchen. When you were back in your room you look down at your monitor and see that your friends are asking you to invite a call.

"Okay, so the boys are calling me now so we're talking with them 20 minutes earlier than I thought."

"Helloooo boyssss, you're favourite person joined the call!", you shout into your mic and the boys start to laugh. "Oh waitt, my chat asked if I met Dream or Karl. I have to tell the story with Karl now." "OHHH CAN I TELL THE STORYß?", Karl excitedly asks and you start laughing. "If you want to.", you say between laughter and a grin was forming on your lips.

"Okay, okay, okay, so I flied to y/h/ct and they didn't know anything about it and when I was infront of their door and I knocked on the door they swung the door open and I saw them in pj's and with a baseball bat in their hand! A BASEBALL BAT!" "I mean it's your fault tho, you decided to scare me and knock on my door, normal people consider ringing the doorbell or texting before they're going to someone else's house!", you defend yourself and earn a laugh from everyone else.

-ONE HOUR IN THE STREAM-

"Okay so you know I decided to paint my nails today, again.", Karl tells you while you could here the talking of Dream and George in the Background.

A squeal leaves your mouth and you grin from ear tp ear. "WHICH COLORS DID YOU DO?"

"OKAY GUYS OKAY STOP. Let y/n decide please.", a bit helpless Dream laughed into his mic and rolls his eyes.

"YEAH DUH BECAUSE I'M WAY SMARTER THAN YOU ARE! So what should I decide?"

"I REMEMBER SOMETHING DIFFERENT FROM 2nd GRADE, MI AMOR!"

"Oh don't you dare!"

"Wait what? I just came back, so what happend?", Sapnap's confused voice appears and while that he gets comfortable in his chair.

"Nothing, nothing happend. Dream and George were being husbands and Karl was just about to tell me how he painted his nails today AND Quackity cursed on Spanish for some unknown reason.", you said while trying to find a more comfortable position in laying your foot on your desk and leaning back into the chair.

"So Karl, which colors?", you asked with a small smile on your lips. Your eyes fixated on the monitor where your minecraft character stared at Karl's. "All nials black butthe middlefinger, it's this light green." "Can you send me a picture?", you ask and on your face you had this puppy look even tho he couldn't see it, you didn't really care. t

"So Karl, which colors?", you asked with a small smile on your lips. Your eyes fixated on the monitor where your minecraft character stared at Karl's. "All nials black butthe middlefinger, it's this light green." "Can you send me a picture?", you ask and on your face you had this puppy look even tho he couldn't see it, you didn't really care.

Not even one minute later your phone lit up and a mesage of Karl showed up. You kilcked on it and started to screech.

"IT LOOKS SO GOOD!", the light giggles of Karl could be made up in the background and your smile widens immediatley. "Thanks."

*time skip*

Your mic is mute in discord while you answer a few questions chat is asking. An hour earlier you decided to turn on your plylist and now it's still playing soft in the background.

"'How are you doing?' I'm doing fine thank you, how are you guys doing? I hope everything's going okay in your life."

A while ago you got yourself a drawing tablet and now you got it connected to your PC and draw a little smiley face on it while saying that sentence.

"Eyo y/n/n you still there?", you can hear Quackity's voice and almost immediatley look at your other monitor to unmute yourself and answer. "Yeah, I'm still alive guys, just talking a bit to chat.", you hear the other boys do a approving hum and you nod to yourself.

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"GUYS! I JUST WATCHED SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME! AND I WAS CRYING IN THE CINEMA!", you shouted into your mic as you entered the voice chat, completely interrupting the whole conversation which was going on. "Okay so like I was sitting there and then-" "No spoilers you bitch, I haven't watched it yet!", Sapnap screams but you just start to talk again. "then there was May-" "lalalalalala, can't hear you!" "You bitch, then don't listen. Or I will just text you when I told everything and you can leave, god damit.", you laugh and the next thing you hear is the sound of Sapnap leaving the discord call.

"I wouldn't have told anything about the movie anyway. I'm not a spoil type of person.", you laugh and can hear the loud laugh of KArl errupting from the other end of the line. "HE will hate you so much.", he says between laughter while you just shrug and grin to yourself.

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken imagines #dreamwastaken platonic imagine #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken x yn #Georgenotfound x reader #Georgenotfound x you #Georgenotfound xyn #Georgenotfound imagine #Georgenotfound imagines #Georgenotfound platonic imagine #Sapnap x reader #Sapnap x you #Sapnap x yn #Sapnap imagine #Sapnap imagines #Sapnap platonic imagine #Georgenotfound x yn #Karl Jacobs x reader #Karl Jacobs x you #Karl Jacobs x yn #Karl Jacobs imagine #Karl Jacobs imagines #Karl Jacobs platonic imagine #Quackity x reader #Quackity x you #Quackity imagine

[cloversdreams]

how about accidental kiss and ranpoe... :0

my best boyssss<3<3!! theyre so precious and im all the more excited for rarepair week!!

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Edgar glanced at his companion out of the corner of his eye. Ranpo was happy as could be sipping on his third Ramune. Good. He was glad he’d gotten so many this time. There would be no running out like previous afternoon’s they’d spent together. He turned his attention back to the movie they were watching then chuckled softly when something rather silly happened. He hadn’t meant to disturb his guest, but he couldn’t help himself.

Ranpo turned towards him and asked, “You really like it when animals talk, huh?”

“It’s as ridiculous as it is charming,” Edgar explained. He looked towards the other man and added, “Makes me wonder what Karl would say if he could talk to me.”

As if on cue, there was a dramatic squeak as Karl leapt down from the tall bookcase behind them. Edgar didn’t have time to react before the raccoon landed atop his head then jumped right off and ran from the room. The force of this caused him to shut his eyes and lean forward quite unexpectedly. He noticed two things in this order. Suddenly, there was something warm pressed against his lips. And it was super sweet.

His eyes snapped open and the situation immediately registered in his head. His lips were pressed against Ranpo’s! He quickly leaned away from the other man and waited for what he was sure would be some mix of horror and disgust.Because the two of them were rivals, not... not–!

To his surprise, Ranpo didn’t show either of those things. Instead he watched his rival’s cheeks turn the most appealing shade of pink he’d ever seen. What. Edgar was totally dumbstruck. He had no idea what to do now. It wasn’t until Ranpo touched his own lips tentatively that he finally snapped out of his daze.

Edgar shook his hands and head at the same time. It was all he could do to form coherent thoughts as he exclaimed, “I’m-! Sorry! I didn’t mean to-! Karl, he-! You have my apologies!”

“There’s no need for all that,” Ranpo said softly. The fingers upon his lips curled. He still didn’t meet the other man’s gaze as he admitted, “I’m just surprised is all.”

“I made you uncomfortable! I’m so sorry!” Edgar cried.

“No, you didn’t.” Ranpo assured him. His hand finally fell away from his face and he explained, “I’d already planned on giving you my first kiss but I thought it’d be on my terms, not something so random. I’m rarely ever caught off guard. It’s a strange feeling.”

There was nothing Edgar could do about the way his voice cracked as he yelped, “Your what!?” He hid his face in his hands and shook his head. He couldn’t believe this. Edgar heard a little huff and separated his fingers to peek through them.

Ranpo looked at him and a teasing smile spread across his face then he chirped, “Guess you have to marry me now!” 

“I will! I’ll do anything you want!” Edgar exclaimed. He felt faint. He was seriously going to pass out. This was terrible. The last thing he ever wanted to do was offend Ranpo in any way or make him the slightest bit uncomfortable. Whatever was necessary to make this right would be done, no questions asked.

“Anything I want...” Ranpo muttered mostly to himself. He thought about it for a second then scooted closer to Edgar and made himself comfortable. Ranpo pulled Edgar’s arm around his shoulders and rested his head against him. He intertwined his fingers with those of the hand he held then said, “Then let’s finish watching this movie together.”

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bingo prompts (x)

#bungo stray dogs #ranpoe #bsd ranpo #bsd poe #ranpo x poe #bungou stray dogs #warmandfluffybingo #long post #these two are so sweet im die #thanks for the ask!!

[cloud-9ine]

Through a Golden Lens (pt 6)

⤷ pairing - hawks x (fem) reader

⤷ fandom - bnha

⤷ warnings - some language, hawks flirting, reader’s cynicism, alcohol, slight angst, slight hurt and comfort

⤷ summary - reader is a bitter, overworked photographer at a hero press agency with little patience for her newly assigned muse- hawks

⤷ notes - this is ittt boyssss this is it! the moment youve all been waiting for! although, we’re nearing the end now. im expecting this to have 2-3 more chapters left. hopefully.

⤷ word count - 3.7k +

⤷ pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6

@babymomma391​: have you guys seen this? 0///0

@goldenrippers replying to @babymomma391: bro,,, i did not see that coming

@hangedmancards: do we actually have any solid proof except those photos

@juniorallmight replying to @hangedmancards: yeah, they could just be friends :///

@pinkperidotgirl replying to @hangedmancards: i saw them at starbucks about a month ago!! looked like they were on a date ^^

@juniorallmight replying to @pinkperidotgirl: oh fr? that’s pretty circumstantial

@agentgay69 replying to @juniorallmight: they also have been going to a cafe my friend’s grandma owns. it’s called sunset hour if you’re interested

@juniorallmight replying to @agentgay69: thanks ill have to check it out

@nighteyesbottomdollar: those photos at the apartment are so cute!!

@bigmanqt replying to @nighteyesbottomdollar: i pass by those apartments on the way to work

@nighteyesbottomdollar replying  @bigmanqt: send the address too me plssss

@chungatruck replying to @bigmanqt: me too

@bigmanqt replying to @chungatruck: ill post it on my story

You couldn’t tell if your vision was blurred from the rain or the alcohol.

Your clothes stuck slick to your skin, an uncomfortable barrier coating your flesh from the pelting storm which soaked you through to the point you felt the cold reverberating into an ache in your bones.

A gag pushed past your lips, the ground spinning below you as you leant on the wall next to you. You knees shook when you tried to walk, the bare skin of your shoulders scraping against the course brick.

The neon lights at the end of the alley blared into your vision, exacerbating the pounding behind your eyes that made your skull feel despairingly thin. Your head felt heavy, lolling on your shoulders like a useless paper weight.

Tears collected under your lashes and dripped over your hot cheeks to mingle with the rain splashing onto your face. You could barely breathe, chest tightening with every weak stumble. The only thing that kept you from passing out was the scorching pain that penetrated the crown of your head and the blood that slicked your palms.

Your hand slipped from the wall, sending you crashing to the ground below. Your knees met the asphalt first, the pain that shot through your veins merely a sullen ache. Grimy water splashed around your knees, soaking into your thighs. You slumped against the wall behind you, heaving.

Under the veil of the dark, you willed your fatigued body to keep fighting, eyes darting around restlessly to discern even a flash of something familiar.

“Don’t fall asleep just yet.”

Keigo saw the headlines before anyone had the chance to tell him.

As soon as his bleary vision lay on his phone screen, he could almost feel his stomach drop. It was a visceral reaction that spurred him completely out of bed, all tiredness stripped from his body and mind. There was a physical reaction to the dread, his stomach twisting with nausea and a cold sweat beginning to bead at his hairline.

The first and only thing Keigo wanted to do that morning was to find you. He needed to know you were okay. He needed to make you okay, otherwise he wouldn’t be sure what to do what himself.

And yet, just another thing went wrong, as the moment he managed to get out of his home, the Hero Commission managed to take him by the wings.

“I’m sure you’ve seen what the tabloids picked up.” Keigo had always detested this room. The wide windows stretched across the wall behind the woman at the desk, looking down on the city below. The sun blared through the transparency, causing Keigo to avert his gaze. He had never been sure if it had been purposeful or not.

The President of the Hero Commission fixed him with an icy stare. He had always found her a little unnerving, ever since he first arrived within their clutches. She was unforgiving and at times even a little cruel.

“Of course. This is about (Y/N)?”

“Naturally.” Keigo gulped, “A scandal like this is likely to catch our attention.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking out to the spiralling buildings. It was mid- noon (his hero duties from the night before had kept him out long into the dark) which means he hadn’t seen you in two full days. He was itching to catch sight of you, even as miraculous as it would be from where he was. You would be working right now, or at the very least bunking off work in your apartment.

“It’s not exactly a scandal.” He pushed, eyebrows pinching together in a look of exasperation. The woman sighed, leaning forward on her elbows.

“You know full well that the press can create a story out of anything, and with someone of your status, even just a few pictures of an unknown girl can be the difference between sensation and outrage.”

“Then dispel the rumours,” he insisted, desperation beginning to slip through his façade. Keigo knew he shouldn’t display such a weakness, but it was undeniable that his fear of something happening to you outweighed his fear of the person before him.

“You know we can’t do that,” Keigo was beginning to get fed up with being told what he knew, “the only way to calm the tabloids is to create a bigger story. A harsh, public declaration that there’s nothing going on between the two of you, but honestly, that would be bad for your image. I don’t think you’d particularly like to do that either.” Keigo paused, but ultimately nodded.

“That would be... undesirable.” 

“I know you like her, Takami.” He froze. The Hero Commission wasn’t exactly known for being lenient when it came to what their workers did, especially when it came to personal relationships. For someone as high-status as himself, if he were to pursue you, there was no telling what it would do to his success.

“Look, I...” the words died in his mouth. He couldn’t defend himself. Couldn’t disguise it. Couldn’t make an excuse. Keigo liked you so much that it hurt, and the thought of having to loose you over some candid photos was enough to make him nauseous.

His gaze darted to the President, searching for an answer. And then, she smiled, an occurrence Keigo so rarely laid eyes upon that it almost made him choke.

“You’ve done so much for the Commission,” she sighed, a wistful expression on her features, “it pains me to say it but I think I can make an exception just this once.” Keigo’s heart was beating so fast he thought it might burst from his chest.

“You mean...” Keigo couldn’t find the words, eyes glossing over. She nodded, taking off her glasses and placing them folded on the desk in front of her. Without them, she looked a lot softer, a certain kindness taking over her face that he hadn’t witnessed before.

“We can overlook this scandal, if you promise you don’t forsake this.” He frantically nodded, ignoring the pain that shot through his neck at the rushed motions. He could feel the blood pumping through his veins, his breath hitching in his throat.

“I won’t. Thank you so much.” He couldn’t help but stumble over his thanks several more times before the woman waved him off, a weary smile on her face.

“What are you still doing here? Go on Keigo. Consider this your day off.” He didn’t have to be told twice. Within seconds, he was out the room, rushing out the building as quickly as he could. There was no way to the roof, so he to sprint down each staircase, and although this was not too inconvenient, every minute the halls felt more and more claustrophobic, a searing heat burning under his skin that he couldn’t shake off.

The moment he pushed open the glass doors, he was swamped by a crowd of reporters. A microphone was shoved in his face, his back pressing back against the glass. Sweat beaded at the back of his neck, his chest heaving as his eyes darted to find an opening.

“Who was the girl you have been seen with?”

“There have been claims that you are using your power to manipulate this woman, is this true?”

“Many fans are wondering about the photos online, what do you have to say?”

“Is it true you have been dating this woman for five months?”

“Will your relationship affect your hero duties?”

“Mr Hawks! Please, over here!”

“As the number two hero, will you put your girlfriend or your work first?”

“Hawks!”

“Number two!”

“How long has this affair been going on?”

“The woman in the photos has been speculated to be Miss (L/N) (Y/N), can you confirm this?”

“Do you have any comment?”

“No…” Keigo gasped out, nausea creeping up his spine at the words. The crowd was a mass of straggling limbs and shouting voices, and every once in a while he would hear your name, your agency, and even your apartment. Guilt twisted in his stomach, heart dropping.

“I gotta run!” He coughed out, trying in vain to paint a smile on his face before snapping out his wings, rising from the ground in one swift motion. Plumes of dust shot into the air at the voice, reporters dropped their notebooks and the feedback from discarded mics rang out their shrill shriek that cut through the shouts of the others.

Not looking back once, he shot into the sky, eyes desperately searching the alleys and roads below him in any sort of attempt to catch you. He could see the camera flashes, but the sound seemed dulled, his mind completely elsewhere.

The first place he thought to look was your apartment. He knew the way on instinct, which was good, because his vision was going blurry and he didn’t think he could navigate by vision even if his life was on the line.

He stilled in the air, wings flapping to keep him upright as he peeked through your window.

His stomach dropped.

You were nowhere to be seen, but what was happened to be worse. Papers were strewn everywhere, your bed sheets and pillows crumpled on the ground next to your bed carelessly. Most of your drawers had been pulled out, their contents thrown every which way. Your door was open, and dread washed over him. Your lock was broken.

He didn’t waste any more time before flying higher, giving himself a bird’s eye view of the city. The next place to check was your agency. It was about a ten minute flight from your apartment, but the speed at which he was going cut that time in half. There was a pressure on his chest from the wind-resistance that made it hard to breathe, but he couldn’t find it within him to care.

As your agency building came into view, Keigo could see there were crowds outside the doors, and he could faintly recognise Haruto trying to deal with them with a couple of other workers who he’d seen around the office occasionally during his visits. They looked much too overwhelmed, but he knew that he couldn’t do anything to help, not at that time. Darting around the back, he squeezed through the window to your office. You had been keeping it open for him since a couple of weeks ago. You weren’t inside.

As soon as his feet touched down on the soft cream carpet, he was moving again, slipping into the hallway. There was a small huddle of workers at the end of the corridor, and Keigo almost sighed in relief at the unmistakeable pensive expression of Mizuki.

“Mizuki!” The woman turned at the sound of his voice, eyes widening slightly at his heaving form, a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

“Mr Hawks!” She exclaimed, the others in the group returning to hushed whispers at the arrival of the man.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” His heart dropped when she looked down, remorse written on her face.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “none of us have seen (Y/N) since yesterday.” For a split moment, Keigo felt as though all energy had left him.

“It’s okay. I’ll keep looking.” As he turned to leave, a hand gripping his wrist, spinning him back around with firmness unbecoming of the holder. There was desperation in her eyes, face pinched with anxiety. Like this, she looked far older than her actual age.

“Please make sure she’s safe,” she spoke, voice stuttering and scraping against her throat, “before you came, (Y/N) was at her limit. She doesn’t have much to live for anymore,” tears glossed Mizuki’s eyes, sniffles increasing as she brought her gaze up to meet Keigo’s. He couldn’t help but feel stricken as she begged, “she won’t live for herself, but she’ll do it for you! You have to make her okay. Please.”

Not a second later Mizuki broke down, sob escaping her lips as her grip on Keigo grew weak. She crumpled in the arms of the woman next to her, desperately wiping her eyes in some fruitless attempt to regain her composure.

“If you find her,” her voice cracked, words interspersed between sharp, stuttered intakes of breaths and the blinking away of tears, “please bring her home.” Keigo could feel his chest tighten, eyes stinging with tears he refused to let fall. There was something about Mizuki’s confession- maybe it was the pain in her voice, or the way the others around looked equally as distraught, or something else he couldn’t place, but he couldn’t help the goose bumps that rose on his skin.

And in the end, all he could do was nod.

The Sunset Hour was a small establishment, tucked near a park in a low-traffic part of Musutafu. It never got an abundance of costumers- enough to keep it afloat, sure, but not enough that there would be a queue leading all the way outside.

This was why Keigo couldn’t fathom what was happening for a moment. That quickly changed after the patrons had caught sight of him, and immediately began shouting and waving, arms flailing in the air to try to get his attention. They weren’t normal fans; they composed themselves with purpose, firing questions akin to the reporters at both your agencies.

“Great. If you’re here, then the fans come here. If the fans come here, then the press comes here. And if that happens, I’ve lost the last bit of solace I have before work.”

He stared down in horror, expression betraying his feelings as he grinned and waved.

“You really think I’d do that to you?”

He’d led them right to you.

The guilt didn’t leave him for the rest of the day, plaguing his mind more and more for each second he looked. It was no use- he couldn’t find you.

You weren’t helping at the kindergarten where your nephew went, you weren’t at the theme park he had taken you one time a couple of weeks before, you weren’t at the restaurant the two of you had gone to on your day off, you weren’t at the beach, you weren’t hiding out in one of the photography rooms.

Not in the sunflower fields. Not in the Starbucks. Not in the park. Not with him.

And that fact was nearly enough to break him.

It was late evening when he felt like he would be searching for the rest of the night. It was colder now, and his position at the top of his agency building didn’t help this at all. The neon lights pierced into his vision, obscuring his near-perfect view of the streets as he relentlessly searched, fatigue making his limbs feel heavy in the night.

His eyes were beginning to flutter, the darkness creeping into his vision. His search had persisted for hours now, and although he wasn’t about to stop, he was starting to lose hope. He willed himself not to think the worst, but with every passing second he spent with no sign of you, the more the dread clouded his mind.

You were strong, of course you were, but that didn’t help quell his worries. His hands tightened around his phone, waiting anxiously for any sort of message or notice from you.

“Hawks!” He jumped. Someone could see him up there? With a groan, he retreated back, prepared to take off and continue his search in a more secluded spot whilst silently contemplating how that person was so loud as for him to hear her, even with his superior hearing.

“Hawks, you idiot! It’s me!” Before he could fully comprehend the words, a sequence of thumping noises sounded, ricocheting of his building and the one next to it, before Miruko appeared.

“Miruko?” He spluttered, taking a step forward to help up his friend, who was lightly panting from her position crouched on the floor.

“It’s (Y/N),” she gasped out, “I found her. She’s at Musutafu Hospital.” Keigo’s blood ran cold, but he quickly nodded, unfurling his wings.

“Thank you, Miruko.” She just smiled, throwing him a thumbs up with a crooked smirk. “Yeah, yeah, okay. Don’t thank me, just go.” With a succinct nod, he took to the sky.

The crisp night air whipped through his hair, stung his eyes and burnt his lungs. The neon lights became a blur, merely an unwilling spectacle to something much greater in his world. He felt unabashedly eager, despite his anxiety tightening his chest to discomfort.

The hospital was soaked in the aseptic stench of carbolic acid, throwing him into a haze of dizziness as he rushed to the front desk.

“H-Hawks?” The receptionist squeaked, face growing red in seconds.

“Where’s (Y/N)? (Y/N) (L/N)? Where is she?” Wordlessly, she typed on her computer, each shocked tap taking far too long for Keigo’s liking.

“Room 113.”

“Thanks.” If she said anything else, he didn’t hear, taking swiftly up the stairs. The walls of the corridors were a pristine white, almost unnaturally so, and made it hard to navigate the floors. There weren’t that many patients out at this time- something Keigo was thankful for as he all but sprinted through the area. The tapping of his shoes on the marble floors was practically deafening, piercing his ears with an unforgivable ring.

Room 113

His heart fluttered in his chest as the sign came into view, the anxiety making his head pound and muscles tighten. With one forceful push, the door slammed open.

You stared at back at him.

Your back was propped up by a pillow, a bandage wrapped around your head and a hospital band tightened around your wrist. Your eyes were wide, skin slightly sunken in and dressed in a hospital gown that he could tell you hated.

His resolve crumbled.

“(Y/N).” He moved to your bedside, sinking to his knees by your side. You slipped your hand into his, smile etched onto your face.

“Oh, god. (Y/N). I’ve been looking for you for ages,” he gasped, gripping your hands as you looked down on him, the emotion in your eyes indiscernible, “I-I thought… I mean, I’m so sorry.” You moved your hands up to his face, gently cradling him as he rambled. Your thumbs rubbed lightly over his cheekbones, noticing his skin was freezing.

“I didn’t know what to do. This is all my fault. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

You stared deep into his eyes. A tear ran down his right cheek. You wiped it away with a gentle touch.

“I-I should’ve known, and now you’re in danger, and it’s all my fault.”

You stayed silent, watching as his eyes darted around the room. From your face, to your bandage, to your hospital band and finally back to your face.

“But…”

Keigo sucked in a deep breath, heart pounding wildly at your darkened gaze.

“But the Hero Commission said…”

He gulped, eyes darting around your face.

“I think I lo-“

In one swift move, you leant forward, capturing his lips with yours. You could feel his muffled gasp, threading your hand in his hair and moving closer to deepen the experience. Your eyes fluttered shut, but his were wide open, staring into your face in absolute amazement.

It took him a couple of seconds, but he returned the action, lips moulding together with yours.

There was no great epiphany; no sparks flew, but it was delightfully real. You could taste a tinge of mint, and his lips were chapped and dry from flying so much. His hair smelled like fresh air and greenery, and as you pulled even closer, you could just about pick up the scent of his cologne.

Your hands moved to the back of his neck, locks of your hair tickling his skin as you pressed against his chest, tip of your tongue only lightly tracing his lips. Your own were soft, pressed against his like you were made for him. Your expression was serene as his hands rested on your waist, the heat of your chest making his skin feel like fire. Every light graze of your fingertips burned his skin, ricocheting down into his very core.

He didn’t even realise he was crying until he tasted the salty tang of his own tears.

At once, he had a sudden urge to laugh. Your mouth tasted like coffee, exactly as he had expected.

His hands moved down, resting idly on your hips and giving them a gentle squeeze as he angled his face to more easily kiss you. The way he did so was effervescent, filled with an intense passion that had been building over months finally boiling over. It was love, spilling out of him and into you, burning with a ardent sincerity that took you aback. He was fervent, desperately pressing his lips against yours as if it was the last time he would ever do it. It was almost enough to take your breath away.

You pulled away after a minute or so, Keigo chasing after you with flushed cheeks.

“Sometimes you really need to know how to shut up.” 

He couldn’t help but laugh. 

tags:

@lizzyolanda1966 @effmigentlywithachainsaw @splaterparty0-0 @pogpixelz​

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks bnha #hawks mha #keigo #keigo x reader #keigo takami #keigo takami x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #mha x reader #boku no hero #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero #my hero x reader #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #hawks bnha x reader #hawks mha x reader

[squishytenya]

S/O Crying HCs - Midoriya, Kirishima + Iida

Pairings: midoriya, kirishima, iida x gn!reader

Notes: please excuse the fact Kiri’s is so long I don’t get many requests for him and love him very much lots

Warnings: none really it’s all fluff

Midoriya:

Panics 

Seriously if he catches you crying and you don’t notice he’s gonna shoot Ochako a text to ask what he’s supposed to do

But if you’re really crying he will just walk in and ask (delicately he doesn’t want to upset you further) what's wrong or what happened

Once you notice him and express to him you’re upset he actually becomes helpful

He shifts you so you’re being held in his arms, head in his neck or laying on his chest and will rub comforting, if not a little awkward, circles on your back

Only when you stop sobbing will he ask you in depth what happened 

Izuku will try to help you solve the problem if it’s something your stuck on, he will compliment you if it’s insecurity and if it’s caused by someone else he will ask if you want him to go and speak to them (or get Iida to lecture them)

He is someone that tries to help as much as he can with everything which can be annoying if you’re not looking for advice and you just want some cuddles

So you’re gonna have to be blunt with him if that's all you want

As soon as you ask though he gets it and will probably find some extra pillows and blankets to make you comfortable

And then he will scoop you up in his arms and wipe his hands across your cheeks to get off the tear tracks 

Then will spend the next hour talking to you about things he knows will cheer you up or just telling you things he loves about you

Doesn’t avidly try to make you laugh but you probably end up giggling from his awkward babbling anyway

He is lowkey good at comforting you though and the longer you date he gets more used to you being upset

Just trying his best ya know? And his best is pretty good all things considered

Iida:

More awkward than Izuku to be honest

Will do his hand movements at first before noticing that it’s probably making you worse and then he will calm down

Probably ends up sitting on the floor with you and tilting your chin up to meet his eyes

Doesn’t really realise how soft he’s being but he’s just too scared to upset your further 

“My love, what’s wrong?”

If you’re not in a state to answer that he will just move you between his legs and let you hide your face in his chest until you calm down

Then he will repeat his question and sit there in uncharacteristic silence for as long as you need before talking 

And then, much like Izuku, he will try to give you as much advice as possible or as much mood lifting praise

But he does this while cuddling you so it’s fine and he is BIG so he gives some amazing cuddles, he has his arms wrapped around you like he’s keeping you safe from whatever made you upset

The thing is that he gives genuinely good advice on how to handle things especially if it’s something you need to do because he will offer help

If it’s just feeling bad about yourself or feeling bad in general then he will tell you how much he loves you even if it does cause him to go a little pink around the ears

“You mean the world to me Y/n, I hate seeing you upset” (the last part is mumbled cause he’s a little shy)

Whatever was troubling you is sorted the next day if it’s possible for him to do that

He knows he shouldn’t but if Aizawa just so happens to extend the homework deadline for a very worried Iida then that’s on him

Or if a note finds its way onto your mirror reminding you how much he loves you then oops I guess

Either way he’s going to try his best to make sure you’re never going to cry over it again

Can you see why I’m in love with him? Can you cause you should be able to

Kirishima:

The comfort KING

Such a good boyfriend he knows you inside and out (not that the others don’t they’re just awkward as fuck)

Has your favourite snacks stocked up and runs to get them the moment he hears you’re upset

And grabs a bunch of pillows and blankets to make you a pillow fort like a true gentleman 

But this is immediately dumped in the corner of your room and saved for after you calm down

When i say he’s the expert I mean he’s the expert

He will sit you on his lap with you facing him, legs wrapped around his torso and draw patterns on your back while he waits for you to stop sobbing

Doesn’t talk much but makes those cute little shh-ing noises that should not be as comforting as they are

But it’s Kiri so it is

When you’re calmed down he won’t ask you about what happened, that's up to you to tell him when and where you want to

But he makes sure you know that’s why he’s not asking like when you first start dating so you don’t assume it’s cause he doesn’t care

Will probably tilt your chin up and say something like 

“There’s my beautiful s/o?”

Which will make you so flustered that you forget why you’re even crying for a minute cause he’s just that good in such a small amount of time

AND THEN COMES THE PILLOW FORTS he will sit with you and watch old cartoons or comedies he knows will make you happy

Then when he’s sitting and cuddling you till you’re both sleepy, he’ll lean down and whisper into the top of you head how lucky he is and how much he loves you

“Talk to me when you’re upset baby, I’ll always be here when you need me”

Catch me crying cause i’m so in love with these soft boyssss

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[turtle-steverogers]

I am SOO jazzed to answer your ask! But it’s gonna be INTENSE. So I need to be able to set aside some time and sit down to focus on it.

I have NOT forgotten. But it’s a doozy. 😁❤️ And it’s been crazy ‘round these parts.

omg take your time, pal! it was a pretty hefty ask😄 i’m so excited to see how you answer it!!! i can’t wait to hear about my boyssss. sammy deserves all the comfort 😌

#mutuals!! #telltaleclerk #samsteve

[sunshinesukuna]

akashi seijuro husbando headcanons!

pairing: akashi seijuro x reader

genre: fluff

a/n: ngl the kurobas fandom is literally living on scraps rn. its like the 2017-2020 haikyuu drought but waaay longer, and we know that nothing more is gonna come out anymore except fanarts or anything. i really miss my kurobas boyssss :(((

ask: 

hcs:

so everyone hcs akashi as the type of person that showers their s/o with wealthy and luxurious gifts, right?

and while that maybe true, as someone who has lived with money their whole life, I think he realizes that money... can’t buy everything

would really appreciate if you gave him gifts that are handmade instead of things that he could just easily buy

will do the same thing to you

whether it’s a homecooked meal or a whole renaissance painting that he did by hand by himself, he definitely appreciates the sacrifice below it all

your wedding was luxurious, but private

again, as akashi is someone that grew up in the limelight and has always pushed to be in the center, and best at everything, i think he would just maybe make it a private affair

your close friends, family, the kiseki, and just a handful of business associates that just really, really, really had to be there

despite it being an intimate affair, his wedding is anything but frugal

cartier diamonds, designer gowns, and a cake flown in straight from paris

the honeymoon would be really nice too 

i picture akashi as kind of a mountains over beach person

so skiing in the alps, making out in saunas are activities that you guys are 110% going to be doing

as for married life

would probably get you a comfortable home near his office

ooh!

him coming home and entering your house without a word while you’re cooking something over the stove

and his hands just come up from behind and pull you close to him

he doesn’t say anything, just holds you

dancing with akashi!11!!

on lazy days where he absolutely doesn’t have anywork because he completed it 2 weeks beforehand or because you forced him to take the day off, he will most certainly turn on some waltz music and gently guide you as you sway to the music

being the rich kid he is, i have on doubt that he learned to dance ballroom at some point in his life

and even if you’re not good at it, he’ll still teach you patiently

maybe after a whole thirty minutes of dancing quietly he just says

“you’re stepping on my toes, darling,”

of course he’s a very loving husband

and as someone who lacked a mother figure in his life, as well as a father like his, i can definitely see him being reluctant about having kids

probably will wait a few years post-wedding to have kids?

but once he does come around to it i think he’ll want around 1-2

he’s the strict around others but loving towards his kids kinda dad

pushes his kids to become the best versions of themselves

i would 1000000000/100 marry this boi

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