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imagobin · 6 months

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❄️Winter King Caring for Reader HCs❄️

I got covid yayyyyy so here is how I think Winter King would take care of Reader if they got sick, enjoy! In this, Reader is a bodyguard for WK, whom he has hidden feelings for.

Finding out you're sick:

It takes a bit for Winter King to notice you're sick, either because you try your best to play it off as just a small cold, or because he's being kidnapped by Candy Queen so often he barely has any time to see how you're feeling.

That is until after a particularly tough rescue mission, you quite literally collapse in his arms due to your fever getting too high.

He freaks out, because this has never happened before. He places a hand on your forehead and notices you're burning up, so despite how you're usually the one who carries him back to his ice castle, this time he creates an ice carriage with his powers so you don't further exert yourself.

Yes, he could always do that, he just enjoyed being carried around by you, but even he isn't heartless enough to make you do that when you can barely stand on your own. He may not show it often, but he does care about you.

He notices you're shivering on the ride back, so he places his jacket on you to shield you a bit from the cold. He's fine with just a shirt, cold doesn't bother him at all thanks to the crown's powers.

A realization:

Once you two are back in the castle, he immediately orders his Ice Scouts to make your room extra cozy, and soon you are resting in your bed, in whatever position you feel better in, wrapped in blankets.

Winter King has never seen you so sick, so he's concerned to say the least. He has a tough time establishing serious connections with others due to his past, but seeing you in such a state is really making him realize how important you are for him.

When he notices the way he's feeling, he's quite overwhelmed and goes to his laboratory to try and take his mind off of things, while he leaves the Ice Scouts to take care of you. He just can't fathom the idea of caring so deeply for someone... not again, after what happened with Betty and Marceline.

He starts spiraling... what if you never recover from this? He briefly considers making an ice clone of you if the worst comes, but he quickly tosses that idea to the side.

WK will not let you get worse, he's going to make sure you recover from this fever! This is something very important for him... the proof that he can still save people if he wishes.

The small things he does for you:

Winter King comes back from his lab... with hot cocoa, or any other warm drink he knows you're going to enjoy.

He sits beside you on the bed, dismissing the Ice Scouts, saying he's going to take it from here, and begins to softly run his hand through your hair. His hand is soft and cool, which is a very pleasant feeling since your forehead is burning hot.

The following days, he's the one who always brings you your meals, making sure they're your favorites. He also ensures you're always staying hydrated.

He's never really made such big efforts to make someone happy, but he'd be lying if he said seeing you smile and thank him didn't make his heart flutter.

He also sings to you, 100% convinced listening to his voice will make your illness go away. It doesn't make the process any faster... but it is very pleasant, so you comply.

He's very protective of you, making sure all of your needs are met, keeping that up even when you start feeling better, finding that... it's pretty difficult to stop treating you so well... he might have to promote you from bodyguard to partner if things keep going that way... now wouldn't that be funny?

#fionna and cake #the winter king #winter king #headcanons #sick headcanons #wk headcanons #winter king headcanons #maybe a little ooc?#idk but imo he still has feelings just veeery repressed #this is totally self indulgent #fionna and cake headcanons #simon petrikov

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flattenedcat · 2 years

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Scenes We Still Have Yet To See

Since we're four episodes from the end of The Eclipse, I thought I'd go through the trailer and episode zero to see what we haven't gotten yet. Slight speculation/prediction and I guess mild spoilers so skip this post if you don't want to see either of those. Note, I might accidentally include scenes we've already seen and vice versa since I've got the memory of a goldfish with ADHD; also also, this includes some of the lines too.

From the trailer:

The total solstice/eclipse(?) at 0:33. The line at 0:51 where Akk says, "I agree with Ayan." Namo saying, "Akk, do you realize you've changed?" at 0:58. This one btw, is also heard in the preview for episode 9. Akk and Ayan lying side-by-side on the boat looking very happy at 1:36. Ayan telling Akk that, "I miss you. Kiss my cheek first," at 2:24, which is laid over the scene with him pining Akk against the wall.

From Episode Zero:

Part One - Ayan walking towards Akk quite aggressively, who has his phone out, in the club room and pushing him against the wall while saying something as Akk just listens at 2:48. The seemingly continuation of that scene at 3:40, where Akk pushes Ayan away, who's holding up his phone in his face, and saying something in a slightly confrontational way. What looks like the ending scene from the trailer at 6:42, with Ayan pining Akk against the wall and doing the 'kabedon' thing.

Part Two - Kan and Thua probably doing some school work in what might be the club room or another place other than their normal classroom at 1:04. This one might just be the cast hanging out, but gonna include it just in case; at 1:50, Ayan and the prefect boys are hanging out at one of the outside walkways with none of their blazers on. What seems to be the continuation of scene 1:04 at 2:52 with Kan staring at Thua, who doesn't notice, almost longingly (but what's new). Kan comforting a sad Thua, while at school and at one of the outside tables, pulling him in to rest his head against him and resting his hand on Thua's shoulder at 2:57. Scene at 3:06, same as 1:04 and 2:52. Thua walking and quickly turning his head at 4:07, as if someone called his name. Scene at 5:07, you know the one. Thua and Ayan this time, where Thua is on his phone outside and showing something to him at 5:25. Another one of our besties at 5:30, this time in front of the flyer board; the flyers are from the World Remembers group and notably has a hashtag. The Thua-walking-scene seems to be continued here, with Kan practically running towards him, grabbing his hand and pulling them somewhere while Thua says something in shock at 6:47; in the background, a pair of actors watch them do this. Wat sitting at Teacher Sani's desk and talking at 8:12. Teacher Wareer and Ayan butting heads again, with an Akk that's trying not to smile at 9:00, and continuation of what looks like the rehearsal at 9:45 and 10:10; note might be just because of rehearsal or something, but our prefect boys and besties Ayan+Thua are the only ones not wearing the jacket. Akk breaking down in his parents' embrace at the beach and his dad comforting him at 12:25. Akk sitting on his boat alone and looking solemn(?) at 12:44.

Part Three - The glorious kabedon rehearsal at 4:33; Ayan says "Don't you miss me?" and Akk's lines are, "I do. Happy now? Now let me go, I have work to do." while removing Ayan's hands from the wall. Another rehearsal at 5:48 for what looks Ayan and Akk working together on a website, perhaps for the protest. Akk says quite happily, "We've got one click already," and the little shit Ayan responds, "It's me. I was checking if the link is right." Akk hits him upside the head and Ayan says, "That's violence. This is authoritarianism," in a huffy manner and turns around, looking at his phone again.

Part Four - The same breakdown scene with Akk's parents at the beach, and this time also sitting on top of that beached-boat at 0:38. Same scene of Akk sitting on his boat alone at 0:40. Ayan sitting alone at their desk, with other students in the background, and looking troubled at 3:34. Akk pulling Ayan by his wrist while walking side-by-side outside after Ayan probably makes a cheeky comment since he laughs a bit before being pulled sorta aggressively at 3:38. Thua abruptly stands up and Kan gently pulls him back down at 4:12; this scene is probably the same KanThua outdoor comfort one. Kabedon again at 6:40, where Ayan is saying something to the gay-panicked Akk and slightly pouts afterwards. KanThua outdoor comfort continued, with Kan patting Thua on the arm and leaving, both of them looking happy I guess, at 6:47. AkkAyan are outside with both their phones, the laptop, lunch and the aggressively-unbranded can, and looking at each other at 8:06.

AND, THAT'S A WRAP!

#this is totally self indulgent #long post #the eclipse #the eclipse the series #the eclipse text #the eclipse meta #not really but sorta #the eclipse series #akk x ayan #akkayan #kanthua #kan x thua #my posts #the eclipse spoilers

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mienar · 14 days

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small town buzz

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#artists on tumblr #animated illustration #illustration #backgrounds #animated gifs #cozy rooms #background illustration #animation #myillust #hellooo! just wanted to share this artwork i made! this is totally fresh from the oven phew #ive always adored the idea of living/being in a low-density flat in a small town #it's such a niche thing LOL but i think about it a lot kfnjdndf #this is really more of a self-indulgent artwork i suppose #anyways!! i do hope you'll like it! :3 and i hope you'll have a lovely day/night ahead!

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thatrainbowskeleton · 2 years

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Trans rights are pretty neat actually

#art?#doodle #oc #transgender #trans #I just felt like doodling Poly with a trans flag #this is totally self indulgent

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cheeseceli · 9 months

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Sides of SKZ they only show around their s/o

Pairing: ot8!skz × gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff and maybe a little bit of angst

A/n: idk if that makes sense and I'm sorry if it happens to be repetitive but ! I liked to write it so yeah. As always, not proofread

Bang Chan - He's Reckless

Being the eldest sibling, eldest member and the leader of stray kids, Chan became pretty much a parental figure for many. He's always looking out for everybody, making sure everything is okay and dealing with any problem. Don't get him wrong, he loves his job and the people in his life, but sometimes it's exhausting to take care of everything. When he met you though, everything changed. He feels that he can let go. He can be reckless and ask for attention some times. Because, for once, there's someone taking care of him.

Lee Know - He's scared

Usually, he is a confident and even cocky guy. With you though, he is scared. Scared that he might lose you. Scared that his job or personality might scare you. Scared that someone out there is better than him and you'd soon find out. He can't bear to lose you, he doesn't want to imagine a life without you in it. So he'll fight each one of his fears if that means you'll be with him till the very end.

Changbin - He doesn't care

I feel like he always wants to give people the right impression. He wants to say the right thing, behave the right way and hope people will be always satisfied. But suddenly he doesn't care that much anymore. Because he already managed to impress you and you're more than satisfied. Above all of that, you love him. People's opinions are not that important after all.

Hyunjin - He's aware

Always an artist, he knew how to appreciate the beauty in the world since a young age. But since he fell for you every moment seems like an epiphany. The autumn leaves are beautiful, falling with grace. The old lady talking to a kid brings tears to his eyes for an unknown reason. He realises how the breeze is refreshing and how he loves you dearly. He thinks for a second that maybe you're the one who brought life to this world, and he is so happy that he can see all this beauty when he's with you.

Han - He doesn't think

Most of the time, he's too self conscious about his actions and his words, like he needs to be super cautious with everything. Self doubt and overthinking is part of his routine at this point, except when you're with him. You're his safe place. Whenever you're with him, he just does or says whatever he thinks and is never scared you'll judge him, because he knows you never would.

Felix - He's protective

He has a kind nature. He usually doesn't look up for confrontation and is always gentle. But then you came to his life as the most precious treasure he ever saw and now he wants to protect it. Because you're the light of his life and he'll fight anything and anyone if that means you'll be safe. He would happily be your knight in a shining armour if you asked him.

Seungmin - He's vulnerable

Most people only see his "mean" personality or how he doesn't show a lot of affection towards others. We all know he actually is really caring but when it comes to you he's also vulnerable. He doesn't care if one can perceive him as "weak", and he's not scared of oversharing by accident. When he's with you, he's made of glass, but he doesn't mind as he knows you'd never break him.

I.N - He's perfeccionist

You're the best thing to ever happen to him and he is aware of that. He wants to give his all to you and he wants you to be treated like royalty. So he is always trying his best to make sure you're treated like one. He always wants everything to be perfect, because he believes that perfect is still so little compared to what you truly deserve.

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Dividers by @cafekitsune

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usurperss · 5 months

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some blushy Karlachs 🩷

#my art #sketches #totally not from my little self-indulgent yuri comic I drew like last month #the karly brainrot is real 🚶#and I am off again 🫡

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primordialgod · 2 years

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Pagan God AU: Alyona is the Slavic goddess of the afterlife, judgement, redemption, salvation, healing, protection, and holy fire/light.

Her symbols are the sun, fire, bonfires, the firebird, and a nightingale shrouded in flames. Her sacred day is the summer solstice. She is known as the Dawnbringer, the Lightbringer, the Sacred Firebird, among other names. She usually appears as either a firebird or a young woman when among mortals. Those who come across her in her firebird form are said to be either blessed or cursed, depending on who’s asked; finding one of her feathers is seen as a blessing and good luck.

She represents the concepts of rebirth and resurrection, of change and new beginnings, of burning away the past and casting away your old self so your new self can walk a better path to a brighter future. She represents hope and forgiveness and redemption; she represents healing and purification and salvation from suffering.

Her fire burns away all suffering and corruption; her fire purifies and heals all it touches. Her light brings true enlightenment --- illuminates the truth, banishes all lies and illusions, shows people their true selves.

Pray to her for protection and deliverance from evil, for peace and healing, for the courage to travel down a new path and learn who you truly are in your heart and soul.

#;;my edits #;;pagan god au #;;au #this is totally self indulgent #playing in my little sandbox here #now i just gotta do a paladin au moodboard

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clopinasworld · 4 months

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He's beauty, he's grace, he'll shoot you in the face + Bonus:

#totally a self-indulgent gifset #detroit become human #dbh connor #connor rk800 #tw flashing #tw gun #dbh #dbh gifs #my gifs #i had to slow down that first gif so much #dbh rk800 #rk800 #detroit: become human #gif #dbh gif

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astermath · 1 year

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“So? Whatever.”

pairing: dave lizewski x popular!fem!reader

summary: The preppy girl that just about everyone admires has more in common with Dave than he expects. He doesn’t quite know how to handle this information, but it excites him nonetheless.

word count: 2K

♡ LANDING PAGE♡

notes: I haven’t written something like this in a good while, so please bear with me if I’m rusty or there are some mistakes here and there. Reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, I tried to be as non descriptive as possible about her appearance. I do love writing a bit of a mean reader like this, but don’t worry, she’ll warm up to him. This fic takes place in senior year for age purposes, I’m pretty much fully ignoring the timeline of the film. Comments and/or requests are super welcome btw!! Hope you enjoy!! <3

(ps this will get a part two don’t worry xx)

To Dave, girls like you were unreachable. You could hear about them, you could listen to them talk in the hallways, sneak a glance their way… But talk to them? Any single one of their group would consider that social suicide. The only reason any of them even looked in his direction was to ask him to do their homework. So why in god’s name were you at his locker? Why were you acknowledging his existence at all?

“What’s that?” You leaned against the locker next to his, pointing at the piece of a comic book panel he’d taped to the door. It pictured Spider-man putting on his mask for the first time, something Dave looked to when he needed some motivation for the day.

He struggled to get basically any words out, still not fully registering that you’re within such close range. He could smell you… God that was really weird to think about, he felt like a creep already, but you just… Smelled really nice. Like vanilla, mixed with something sweet. He realized he hadn’t answered your question yet and was just staring in front of him like a weirdo. “O-Oh, yeah, that’s uh… That’s Spider-man. It’s this… This superhero I like.” He adjusted the strap of his backpack to keep his hands busy.

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “Duh, I know who Spider-man is, please.” You couldn’t help but think he was doing anything to avoid looking into your eyes, as if you’d turn him to stone if he dared to do so. Which, yes, was exactly how he felt.

“I wanted to know which comic that was from. The art style looks a lot different than the ones I’ve seen.” Now this part was pretty much making his teenage brain short circuit. He probably didn’t hear that right, there’s no way a popular girl like you read comics, right? This had to be some kind of elaborate joke, like you were trying to pull a prank on him by making him ramble about his favorite superheroes. However, he wasn’t close minded. Even if this was a prank, at least you were talking to him, right?

“Yeah, sorry, I uh… Forget he’s a pretty popular character sometimes. This one’s from a collector’s edition. One of the pages was kinda falling apart so I just… Taped my favorite panel to my locker.” Again, he tried to look anywhere else, but it felt rude not to be making eye contact with the person who’s trying to give you a chance at a conversation. His eyes met yours and he realised he hadn’t ever actually seen you up close like this. You were really pretty, he knew that, but he never noticed these particular things about you before. The way your hair framed your features so nicely, the little beauty mark that seemed to be somehow perfectly placed, or the way a dimple appeared on your right cheek when you smiled.

“Hopefully you didn’t pay too much for it, those things cost like, a fortune.” You followed, snapping him out of his haze as you twirled a piece of hair between your index and middle finger. Dave was much taller than you, so you had to look up to match his gaze, which was already hard since he kept avoiding your eyes. You never realized how much he’d matured since freshman year. He looked pretty cute… Really cute, actually.

“S-So, uhm, I really don‘t wanna be rude, but…” He closed his locker before looking at you with a rather awkward expression. “Why are you here? Why are you… talking to me?” Honestly, not an unjustified question. Dave was often the subject of bullying, and the popular girls clique made no exception to that rule. He doesn’t remember you specifically doing anything, although... He has a vague memory of you being in the car with those jocks when they threw spoiled milk at him.

“What? A girl can’t talk to her fellow classmate? This is a free country, you know.” You pretended to be a little hurt by his assumption that you were probably just here to make fun of him. In all honesty he was still a little dumbfounded by this whole ordeal, and the fact that half the people that passed you were giving you two weird looks really wasn’t helping. “You know I sit behind you in English, right?” He responds by nodding. He is painfully aware of this fact, as your friends had expressed their empathy for you when your seat was assigned behind him, though you honestly didn’t mind. And also the fact that he got a fair share of gossip from you and your best friend always whispering to each other. “Well,” you flipped a bit of hair over your shoulder. “I saw you had a copy of Birth of Venom in your backpack, and I... Wanted to ask if I could borrow it...” You looked to the side, muttering the last part. As much as you tried not to care what people thought, you did have a bit of a reputation that you were stuck to. Liking comics wasn’t for you, you were a cheerleader, you went to parties, you liked shopping. Okay, you secretly liked comics.

Dave looked at you with a puzzled expression. “I-I’m sorry, can you repeat tha--”

“Can I borrow your stupid comic or what?” You interrupted him, clearly looking a bit embarrassed.

“Oh!” His face was getting hot, this conversation was lasting way longer than he imagined it would. Usually he’d have his face shoved into his locker by now. “U-Uhm, sure! It’s a bit expensive, but... Well, just don’t damage it, please.” He took his backpack off his shoulder and was about to pull it out before you grabbed his arm.

“Not here you dumbass! Just, like... Ugh, meet me at my car after school’s over, you can hand it to me then.” You were acting like this was some kind of illegal drug deal, but this truly was something important to you. Your dad had already made it very clear that he didn’t want his little girl becoming some kind of tomboy and have her mind run rampant with superhero stories. Especially with this Kickass guy running around...

The bell rang and you silently thanked it for doing so. “Look, I gotta go. White Corvette, by the vending machines.” You walked past him, and a waft of that lovely vanilla scent hit his nose. He damn near melted into the floor when your arm brushed against his. “Later, Lizewksi.”

You leaned against the hood of your car, scrolling on your phone as you waited for the brunette to show up. You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that you were just meeting him in secret like this. It’s not like you were embarrassed to be seen with him, or that you didn’t like him, it’s just that liking comics and superheroes was just about the dorkiest thing anyone could be into. Especially with Kickass running around, and, well, kicking ass, people would probably be thinking you’d be into this whole vigilante business yourself. Sure, you thought it was cool that people were doing something about all the crime, but you’d rather die than mess up your hair beating some thug’s ass.

You noticed someone approaching and noticed that Dave wasn’t alone. With a bit of a disgusted expression, you gestured to his two sidekicks. “I don’t remember inviting the entire geek entourage to come see me. This isn’t some kinda meet and greet, you know.” Todd and Marty seemed, just like Dave before, a little shocked that you were talking to them.

“S-Sorry, they just uh...” Dave began.

“We didn’t believe him.” Todd followed.

“...believe what?” You questioned, crossing your arms.

“That a chick like you was into comics.” Marty said, before Todd smacked him on the back of the head. “Dude! Don’t say it like that!”

You got a bit flustered, and looked at Dave. “You told them!? What the fuck, Lizewski?”

“I-I’m sorry!” He held up his hands. “They were asking me what we were talking about, and... I panicked.” They were more so insinuating that he was flirting with her, and he didn’t want that rumor going around, in case your jock brother caught wind of that and beat his ass for flirting with his sister.

You sighed, looking down and pinching the bridge of your nose before waving your hand out in a dismissive manner. “It’s... whatever, just leave. Before I change my mind and throw a bitch fit.” His two friends gave him a suggestive look before heading out. “Those two better not snitch or I’ll cut off their shrimps.” He nodded, just a little intimidated by the threat.

He got out his backpack and handed you the comic. “I’m still surprised I uh... I never knew you were into this stuff.” His breath hitched in his throat when your finger brushed over his as you took it from him. You flipped through it, keeping your eyes on the pages.

“Yeah, well... There’s a lot you don’t know about me, as much as I’m sure you guys love to assume.” You realized you hadn’t even told him your name, so you looked up at him and held out your hand, introducing yourself. You know, out of courtesy.

“I-I know your name, but uhm... I’m Dave.” Your hand felt so soft, your beautifully manicured fingers being a real juxtaposition to his. His hand was much bigger and rougher than yours. You wondered why his hand was so calloused anyways... He didn’t look like he did many sports.

“Wait... Your name isn’t Lizewski?” You chuckled. “Christ, my bad... I always thought that was just your first name.” Your feeling of guilt for the boy before you flared up a bit again. He was being really nice to you, offering you something personal of his that he probably spent a pretty penny on. And you didn’t even know his actual name before. No wonder some people thought you were a bit of a bitch, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, uhm... I know you got a bunch of these, and my dad would kill me if he knew I was reading them. He hates vigilantes, and he thinks reading comics will get me into the whole thing. Stupid, I know, but... He takes it surprisingly seriously.” You put the comic away carefully. “So I have a proposition for you.”

His eyebrows rose a little. A proposition, alright. No big deal. Could be literally anything though.

“Come to my house this Saturday, bring a bunch of these, and I’ll tell my dad you’re coming to tutor me for physics or something.” You tilted your head a little, your locks falling gently over your shoulders. “I’ll pay you. Money’s not a problem. It’ll be like I’m renting them from you.”

He thought for a second, but in all honesty... How was this not a total win/win situation? He got to be in a pretty girl’s room, read comics with her, talk about them and make money. What kind of idiot would say no to that? “Yeah! Sounds good to me, uh... What do you want me to...” His words trailed off as you pulled out a pen and reached for his hand, writing a string of numbers on the back of it.

“I’ll text you the address, and which series I like. I’ll let you do the picking. Oh, and Dave?”

“Y-Yeah?” He felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. This is the closest you’ve ever stood to him.

Your grip on his hand tightens, and you look up at him with a death stare. “Not a word to anyone about this.” You followed with a cutesy smile. “Alrighty?” You let go of his hand and put your stuff away before pulling out your car keys.

Dave stands frozen in place, a faint blush already spread across his cheeks. He swore you were going to be the death of him. He looked down for a second and realized that what you wrote down wasn’t just some random numbers. It was your phone number. It all just suddenly felt very real to him, he’d never gotten a girl’s number before. And you were just about the last person he’d expect it from too.

You got in your car and turned on your engine. “See ya on Saturday, Lizewski! Don’t be late or I’ll kill you!” You smile, before driving off at a totally normal and acceptable speed.

He gave a nervous wave before he looked back down at his hand. There was a little heart scribbled behind the phone number. It probably meant nothing.

But boy did it make his heart flutter.

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math-is-math · 6 months

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“The next thing I knew I had him around the waist and was squeezing the daylights out of him…”

I’ve been rereading the outsiders and I shit y'all not I've been waiting 6 YEARS to draw this exact image. This vision has been in my head ever since I read the hospital scene for the first time 6 fucking years ago and I kept waiting until my skills were good enough to take a crack at it and I finally did it. Never give up on your dreams kids.

Anyway I love a good hurt/comfort moment this moment reigns supreme forever 💪

#art #literature #the outsiders #the outsiders fanart #ponyboy curtis #ponyboy curtis fanart #darry curtis #darry curtis fanart #curtis brothers #oh my god a post that’s not total drama lmaooo #this was very self indulgent #raahhhhh this part gets me everytime i swear #its just so sweet like YES HE DOES LOVE YOU PONY #*cries in hurt/comfort*#anyway i can't believe i've never made fanart for the outsiders tho #crazy...

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naivegh0ul · 6 months

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I need reader who naturally runs hot versus Ghost who runs cold. Why do you think he's always covered head to toe in thick layers?

And when you drag him off to a cabin deep in the woods in the thick of the winter months, eager to spend time alone with him. His favourite thing to do is to hold you close and shove his hands under your shirt playfully as he loves to hear you squeal and bat his freezing cold hands away.

He uses you as his personal radiator, cuddling you close, making you sit on his lap all the time as you two sit by the fireplace and make out, his large hands cupping your cheeks, the cold metal of his wedding band cooling your warm skin.

#totally self indulgent #husband!ghost #gender neutral reader #ghost cod #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x gender neutral reader #simon riley x gender neutral reader #ghost fluff #i need to stop writing these cutesy little drabbles and i need to work on my drafts

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kakujis · 1 year

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do you love me? 2;

synposis: they wake you up at 3am to ask if you love them. pt 1 here. 3 + 4

warnings: gn!reader, clingy bfs, no set timeline, kazutora's is a lil sad, insecurities, implications of cheating(there is none tho). not proofread!

feat: kakucho, kazutora, izana.

a/n: after i wrote the first part, i wanted to do the same thing but switched! this is the most flowery, fluttery, butterflies searching for a drink type beat drabble i've ever written. i haven't written like this in a while soo i hope it makes sense lol. the tone of kaku's is a lil different because i started his first oops! also big ty to @fuyuluvr for helping me finish izana's bit. ♡

kakucho had never once doubted you, not when you’ve told him he’s the sun and the moon and the reason why the stars gather in the night sky, cheesy words always getting a hot blush on his face. how could he, when you’ve barreled through the doors of your shared apartment to jump into his waiting arms, peppering kisses along his jaw, whines of “i missed you! i missed you!”.

but it’s hard lately when he finds you and rindou with hushed voices at the gym, sitting on a bench, sheepish grins on your faces when he approaches to ask what the two of you have been talking about.

“nothing!” you exclaimed, slipping your phone back into your pocket, scooting farther from the blonde beside you. “i’m gonna head out okay? i’ll see you later.” you exchanged one more glance with rin who nodded to you. kakucho remembers the surprised look on your face, when he pulled you into a particularly tight hug pressing his lips to your forehead, “see you at home,” you said, eyes softened before breaking free and walking out.

he tried his best to not pry throughout his workout, tried his best to not get angry when rindou asked, “you alright?” when he noticed the particularly quick responses that kakucho was throwing at him.

“yeah, i’m fine.” he assured, fighting the urge to accuse his friend of anything nefarious. but man was it hard with this little nail in his heart hammering away at his insecurities and worst fears. maybe it was time to take izana’s advice and “just ask them about it.”

and that’s how he ended up here, sitting awake at 3am listening to the tick of a clock. even in your sleep you clung on to him, drooling and snoring on his arm.

gently, he reaches over to shake your shoulder. the shift made you cling harder, eliciting a whine from your sleepy state. kakucho chuckles, before he shakes a little bit harder, already feeling a little silly at his concerns.

“you awake yet?” he asks when you finally start to blink your eyes and glance up at him.

“hi,” you yawn, using your hand to wipe at your drool, “what time is it?” you prop yourself up, squinting at the clock on the wall.

“like 3am.” he says, unable to hold back the smile on his face as he studies your sleepy expression.

“hmm? why are we awake then?” you yawn again, droopy lids starting to fall again, but kakucho stops you before you’re able to fall asleep.

“wait,” he mutters, pulling you up so that you’re pressed against his chest and facing him. he places his hands on the sides of your cheeks, staring straight into your drowsy eyes. “do you love me?”

the question catches you off guard, you’ve never seen him so serious before. there’s a crease in his brow and his heterochromatic eyes hold something like worry, something that’s scared, as if you’d say no.

you blink off the sleep that once riddled your bones before scowling, “kaku.. what kinda question is that? of course i love you.” you assert, squirming until you’re straddling him. you place your hands on top of his own, prying one down to lace with your fingers. “why?”

he looks away, burning under your gaze, “it’s nothin’,” he mumbles, dropping his other hand from your face. but since you’re fully awake now, the haze of sleep gone, you catch on fast, the wheels in your head rewinding back to earlier that day at the gym.

“ohh,” you hum, removing your hand from his and cupping his face this time so that he’ll look at you. “is this because of earlier? with rindou?”

“maybe..” he says, eyes darting away from yours, “it’s just weird you don’t want me to hear what you two are talking about and it’s also not the first time so...”

you sigh, climbing off of him and reaching over to the nightstand on your side of the bed to grab your phone. settling back next to him, you unlock the screen and click on your messages. you wiggle your phone at him adding, “i’ve got nothing to hide, see?” before you open the texts with rindou:

y/n: HEY

rindou 🙄: hi

y/n: IS PROJECT KAKUCHO STILL A GO??

rindou 🙄: project kakucho???

y/n: dont tell me u forgot… his birthday is coming up!!!

the conversation continues with the plans the two of you had made specifically for kakucho’s birthday, the venue, the people invited, what kind of cake you should get, etc. you scroll slowly, periodically glancing up at your boyfriend as the blush on his face deepens. probably from a mixture of embarrassment and the way every mention of his name has some type of adjective describing how cute he is.

“see? i wanted to surprise you.” you say, beginning to hand the phone over, “you can scroll up even earlier if you want.”

“no, i trust you…” he says before taking your phone and putting it down on the nightstand. “sorry, that was sort of stupid of me.” honestly, he had completely forgotten about the occasion, it was just another day for him.

you shake your head, “well.. i can’t blame you. if i’m thinking about it from your perspective, i’d probably be a little suspicious too.”

he blinks, caught off guard by the way you agreed without a hint of sarcasm. “really?”

you nod, “yup… especially if i didn’t trust my partner, cmon now! rindou?” you tease and he groans out another “sorry.”

“couldn’t you have thought i had a crush on one of your cute friends?” you scoff, crossing your arms.

“rindou is cute though.” he says quickly and matter of fact, not really processing what he’s just said.

“huh?”

“he’s… y’know, he’s good looking.” he repeats, gesturing with his hands and glancing down at you. your face is unreadable as you take in the information, those little gears in your head turning again.

“hm. well, if he’s so good looking then you should totally date him.” you joke, trying your best to keep a straight face.

“that’s not what i meant!” kakucho exclaims, running his hands down his face and you laugh.

“gimme my phone, i’ll set you up.♡” you chime, holding your hand out. “besides i think he’s into you too! totally checks you out at the gym.”

“can you stop?!”

kazutora:

kazutora has an annoying little habit, where he doubts if you really love him, which culminates in late night questioning. you’ve assured him many times before that you don’t mind, you’ll tell him as many times as he wants and you’ll reassure him whenever he’s doubtful, but he hates it. this little worm of insecurity that digs its way through his stomach, his chest, until it makes it up into his brain, shaking and bouncing off it’s walls until he can’t take it anymore.

he hates this feeling, more so because he knows it’s stupid, he knows there’s no reason for it, there’s never been any indication for it and yet, he still cries or lashes out because of it. like maybe he's not that good of a person, maybe he's not what you need, and maybe he'll never be enough. what better time for insecurity to sink it’s fangs in than the dead of night?

he rolls over, cheek squished against the pillow. reaching over to quickly pull you closer to him, back against his chest. you shift a little, rousing out of sleep, tilting your head up towards his with a little curl of a smile. it’s so easy to read him now and pick up on his mood changes, but you think nothing negative, instead feeling warm that sometimes he’s so vulnerable with you, searching for his security like a child looking for their favorite blanket.

“hi tora,” you mumble, voice heavily laced with sleep, “what’s wrong baby?” he doesn’t answer at first, the only response to you being an even tighter squeeze under his muscled arms. you respond back, wriggling under his touch, pressing so far into him it’s as if the two of you are trying to mold together and become one.

“do you love me?” he asks, voice barely louder than a whisper.

“i’ve never loved anything more,” you proclaim and kazutora gives a little needy whine while his hands start to wander up the expanse of your skin and you giggle as his touch tickles you under the sheets.

“you’d pick me every time?” he asks, the heaviness in his heart lightening with each breathy giggle of “that tickles!” but it’s his way of comforting himself, whether it’s running his hands over your bare skin or inserting them into your jacket pockets while he holds you from behind, kazutora finds solace in the warmth of your body.

“mhm! every time, without a doubt! now stop!” you say in between laughs, desperately trying to push his hands off of you but he’s stronger, hands curling into the plush fat of your side and you yelp. “toraa!”

“hmm?” he teases, continuing his relentless assault. but the way you’re kicking and squirming has his hold on you weakening. you’re unable to fully control your movement, thrashing as your elbow flies back, hitting him right in the stomach. “ow, fuck!” he groans, releasing you and rolling over. he grimaces as he places a hand where you hit him, curling inwardly on himself.

out of breath, you roll onto your knees, sitting up while you scoot closer to him. one hand rests on your side, aching from your previous uncontrollable laughter.

“not my fault.” you pant when he glances up at you with puppy dog eyes. “i told you to stop.” you roll your eyes at him, but the pout gracing his face persists and you give in. you bend over, brushing away stray blonde locks from his face before you bend down and give him a kiss. “sorry.”

“s’okay,” he grins, eyes crinkling as he pulls you back down into his embrace. there’s a few minutes of silence, the only noise being the occasional swivel of fabric underneath your feet as readjust every so often. “you really meant it, right?” he asks, breaking through the silence, that pesky little worm still rearing it’s ugly head in his thoughts.

“every word.” you reply, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. you place a finger on his lips as you continue, hoping to dispel the rest of his worries. “in any dimension, in any lifetime. if i could live a thousand lives, i’d pick you every time.”

he blinks before he’s pushing your head down to rest on his chest. there’s no vocal response, instead only the tremble of his body as his grip on you turns crushing, one hand’s fingers intertwined with the tresses of your hair. you realize now that it was due to his embarrassment, a silent plea to just this once, not look at him as his relief spills out as fat, droplet tears that run down his face and onto yours. but it’s okay, you’ve always embraced the rain.

izana:

izana thinks its insane every time you pull at the that strings that hold together his weary heart. but you pluck at them with each call of his name that rolls off your tongue like a siren call, entrancing and pulling him towards you and only you. with those vibrations he seeks you like a moth to a flame, fluttering towards your light and basking in the glow.

heavy and sluggish, he trudges up the stairs to your shared apartment inwardly cursing about how late it is. the plan is to take a shower and get in bed as quietly and quickly as possible. you’re definitely asleep by now, so he tries his best to enter silently, not wanting to wake you. but as he tiptoes into your bedroom, the sight of you asleep huddled under the covers as you hug izana’s pillow has him falling onto the bed, gently taking the pillow from your arms and replacing it with himself.

you scrunch your face as you awaken, heavy lidded eyes blinking and adjusting to the blurry image of izana before you. pretty lavender eyes watch you with a small upturned grin that grows wider at your, “mm?” the chirrup of your voice like the birdsongs in the morning. izana thinks you’re the prettiest melody, better than any song on the radio or classical composition.

“good morning.” he says and you tilt your head quizzically, squinting at the alarm clock on your nightstand, the lull of sleep still beckoning you over.

“it’s 3am, zana,” you whine when you read the red blink of numbers, trying to roll over but he holds you still, arms wrapped around your hips.

he shrugs, a smirk on his face. “and?”

“and i was sleeping.” you mumble, irritation lacing through your voice before frowning and closing your eyes.

the quirk of his grin falls, settling into a line, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt. he knows he came home late and he knows it’s probably annoying to be woken up, yet he was hoping you’d still be excited to see him, to be with him.

“do you love me?” he asks, knowing it’s a dumb question. your reaction is normal, but being around you makes him feel abnormal, and he’s so greedy for everything you’ve got. he thinks you’ll reprimand him again for keeping you awake, but instead you hum when he starts to caress your face, the pad of his thumb running over your skin in airy strokes.

“mhm. i love, love you.” you reply, happily keening up into his touch, pressing your cheek further into his hand.

“say it again,” he says and you open one eye, quirking an eyebrow. you almost say, “really?” but the insecurity dancing in his eyes stops you and you comply.

“i love you.” you say again, a little louder this time.

“again.” he commands.

“izana..” you huff. you know him, this could go on for hours if you gave in.

“just one more time, please?” he pleads hanging onto his last word. he’s never told you, but this is his favorite song, the kind that always gets stuck on replay in his head. the one that he puts on to comfort him when the outside noise of daily life is a little too loud.

“i love you.” you sigh, conceding and punctuating it with a quick peck on his lips and he grins. “happy now?”

he nods, “i’ll never get tired of hearing that.” he presses a kiss to your cheek, letting you settle back into a more comfortable position. you lay with your back to his chest, as he cages you from behind. “now get some sleep, its late.”

you’re quick to look back at him, eye brow raised in disbelief. “you’re literally the one who woke me up?”

“shh, that doesn’t matter, just go to sleep.”

“but-“

“good night, love.” he interrupts, thinking that he should record it the next time you sing him such a pretty number.

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