#you made me softtttt

[ladylooch]

Soft thoughts

Nico’s best man speech at Emma and T’s wedding 🤧🤧🥹

A/N: Ughhhhhhh. The softest of softtttt.

“Oh, Nico’s turn.” I murmurs to T as I put my champagne glass down. Nico grabs the microphone from Rhea and sucks in a deep breath while coming to the front of Timo and I. 

“It will probably be mostly nice.” Timo responds, kissing my cheek. The photographer snaps a picture. I already know that one is going to be a favorite. 

“Ah, hi everyone, I am Nico, Emma’s younger brother.” He waves slightly to the crowd, smiling as he does a quick 360 so everyone can see him. I purse my lips against the laughter. He’s such a dork. “I have the honor of being Timo’s best man and teammate.” He lifts his glass at Timo who returns the cheers. They both take a sip and Nico continues. “I am so honored to be standing here with you all today to celebrate two of my favorite people.” 

I tuck a loose piece of hair behind my ear, reaching for Timo’s hand creeping higher on my thigh. I squeeze his fingers tightly as a warning. I can’t focus on Nico and have Timo doing that.

“Growing up with Emma as an older sister was such a joy. I looked up to her in everything she did. I was always running around after her friends to hang out even when they didn’t want me to participate. Emma made sure I never fell behind, even when she was wanted to push me back down the hill to school.” The crowd chuckles. Nico steps closer to us, looking at me. 

“When you have an older sibling, you look up to them for many different things. How do they tie their shoes? How do they deal with difficult teachers in school? Which path to take in adulthood? Emma has been an incredible role model for me in all aspects, from school and a career, to being a great friend and overall human being. Now, I get to add what to look for in love as well.” Nico’s eyes shift to Lexi who smiles back at him.

“Timo and I have a shorter relationship, but he’s felt like a brother to me for many years now.” I close my eyes, sucking my cheeks in to not cry. “Emma and him have a long history together filled with a love for each other that stretched beyond international borders. It may have been a secret romance in the beginning, but their love for one another couldn’t stay in the shadows for long…. Because they had a baby.” Timo and I both cackle back at Nico, nodding in fairness of it all.

“Lio has been the perfect addition to our family. And I guess, Timo too.” More laughter filters around the room. 

“I am so thankful I get a front row seat to your love for the next few years. T and I have an agreement, we’ll keep re-signing with Jersey to keep the family together.” The room cheers. “Raise our kids together and reign terror on our wives. It’s a dream come true. But most of all, I am grateful to have Emma so close. And to have Timo as my brother, on and off the ice. You two are an inspiration for a meaningful marriage and what it means to be a great parent. I’m lucky to have you both. I wish you all the happiness in the world. I love you. Proscht!”

Nico puts the microphone down then rounds the table to grab me into a hug. 

“I love you so much, Neeks.” I cry into his shoulder. “You are the best little brother I could have hoped for.”

“Love you, Em. You look so beautiful and happy today. I’m thrilled you two found each other.” He brings Timo into our hug so it is the three of us together. “Hurt her and you get traded to Arizona.” 

“Seems fair.” Timo nods, clasping Nico on the back and giving him a strong hug. “Love you.. brother.”

“Brother.” Nico grins, fist bumping him and heading back to his table.

#TM: Loving & Leaving

[arc-el-ion]

Pastel doodle for the first prompt of shuake week - ‘stars’ !

They’re in Sae’s palace, backstage, somewhere, maybe probably, guys I just thought it would be cute okay

#shuake #shuake week #shuake week 2020 #goro akechi #ren amamiya #akira kurusu #pastel #digital art #drawing this made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside :)) #the colors are softttt they are softtttt #okay mostly i didnt wanna do lineart but yknow what i think this is a rly cute lil style too #plus its a lot of fun to draw so like thats important too #my tag-reading friends it is written in the stars that you will have a wonderful and prosperous future #I hope today's nice too though <3

[aiiwa]

Hi babe just wanted to let you know that your blog is awesome, you are doing great!! Like there aren’t many blogs that get a lot of recognition on Tumblr, so I just wanted to let you know that you are doing something really amazing. You put a smile on everyone’s face is whenever you post some thing, and that’s really hard to do. So keep it up :)

i am crying in the club rn 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 anonnie, you’re so, so kind! thank you for your sweet words, you’ve honestly made my day already (it’s almost 5am shsjskks) 🥺🥰 i don’t think i’ll ever get over the feeling i get knowing people read my content and like it 😭 and i’m very grateful to be able to meet and interact with you, with everyone bc of it. thank you again babes, i would like to give you a hug and kith please 💘💘💘💘

#nona interacts 💌 #anonnie❣️ #this made me so softtttt #thank you ily mwah mwah

[duskholland]

ok imagine that you are always seeking tom out for cuddles when you're cold (even when he's in meetings), but then finding out that he keeps the mansion at a cold temperature on purpose just so that you always have an excuse to cuddle him alwaysssss im softtttt

this is such a cute idea I think my heart exploded when I wrote it :’)

—soft!mob!tom monday—

It’s perplexing, really. Given Tom’s wealth and his riches, you’ve never been able to figure out why his house is always so chilly.

You’re sure it never used to be like this. When you’d moved in over winter, it’d been warm - the mansion running warm due to a very complex heating system. Granted, even that had never been enough to keep you completely happy. Over January and February, you’d frequently found yourself trailing the corridors, searching for your boyfriend and his warm, warm arms. You’d made a bit of a habit of it even - somehow always ending up in his lap in the office, or sprawled across him in the study, clinging to his heat. Once spring had rolled around, you’d thought your case of the chills would stop, but no.

If anything, the mansion only feels colder now that it’s late spring. You’ve asked Tom about it before, only to be met with a suspicious level of reassurance from your boyfriend, who seems to flush every time you mention the heating situation. You’d learnt to drop it and deal with it, realising that it’s just one of those things that don’t quite make sense, and besides - there are far worse things to complain about than the temperature of your boyfriend’s mansion.

But you’re cold. It’s 4pm, and you are so cold, and there’s only one thing you can do to help the situation. Forget jumpers and extra layers - the only thing that ever manages to bring the warmth back to you is the feeling of Tom’s arms wrapped around you, so you set off on a mission, walking from the library in the general direction of his office.

Rocking back on your heels, you knock on the door, pulling the sleeves of your jumper down and holding them in the palms of your hands, your teeth almost chattering. After a moment, you hear the sound of Tom’s voice, drifting through the door as he calls out, “Come in!”

You slip into the room, raising a hand in greeting. “Hi,” you say, glancing around the office. Tom’s not alone - there are three other men settled in the chairs in front of his desk. Two of them you don’t recognise, but the third is Harrison, Tom’s best mate, and he smiles at you.

“Hi, darling,” Tom says. He pushes back from his desk, tossing down his pen as he stands up. His inquisitive eyes take you in, zeroing in on the way you’re rubbing at your arms, drowning in an oversized hoodie. “Are you cold again?” He asks, lips quirking into a soft smile.

You nod as you step forward, sinking into his hold easily. Immediately you sigh, your cheek pressing against the crisp white shirt that covers Tom’s chest. He runs hot, constantly, and whilst that can prove troublesome when it’s a warm evening, right now, there’s nothing you enjoy more than his body heat.

“Thanks,” you murmur. You bite your lip, remembering about the other people in the room, and reluctantly you pull away. Tom’s hands slip down to your waist, and he looks at you, eyes softly caressing the curves of your face. “I should let you-”

“Nonsense.” Tom pecks your cheek before taking your hand and leading you back over to the desk. As you’ve done a thousand times before, he slips into his seat and pulls you down with him. You settle in his lap, looping one arm around his neck, settling sideways over him as your other hand reaches out for his desk and picks up your book - your favourite book, which you keep in his office, for occasions such as these. “Comfy?” He asks.

You hum, enjoying the feeling of his hand holding your back and the warmth of his shoulder against your cheek. “Yeah,” you reply, biting your lip as you look up at him gratefully. “Thanks, baby.”

“Any time.”

Tom gets back to his discussion with his men, and you enjoy stealing his body heat as you rest in his lap, flicking through the pages of your book with ease. It’s relaxing, listening to the background hum of his voice, feeling the vibrations that shoot out from his chest as he speaks. Whenever the volume gets a little too high, you feel his eyes flicker over you, and then he corrects himself, lowering his voice and rolling a hand over your back in smooth apology. You’re like a well-oiled machine, so familiar with these late-afternoon snuggle sessions that they’re second-nature.

After about half an hour, the meeting seems to conclude, and the two men leave the room. When only Harrison remains, you bookmark your page and sit up a little straighter, looking over at your friend as he stares at you and Tom, an amused expression on his face.

“You’re both very funny,” Harrison says, standing slowly from the chair.

Tom wraps both of his arms around your middle, pulling you nearer protectively as he kisses your temple several times in quick succession.

“What do you mean?” You ask, amused. One of your hands shifts to rest in Tom’s hair, toying gently with his soft brown strands.

Harrison rolls his eyes. “Every day you end up doing this,” he says.

“Because it’s always so bloody cold in this house,” you reply.

“Yeah, and whose fault is that?” Harrison replies cryptically.

You furrow your eyebrows, sitting straighter. “What?” You say, looking around at Tom. When you see the sheepish look on his face, you furrow your eyebrows. “Tom, what is he talking about?”

“Harrison!” Tom grunts, a flash of irritation passing through his eyes when he looks at his right-hand man.

Harrison winces, throwing both of his hands in the air before rapidly walking to the door. “Bye,” he says, scurrying out before another word can be said.

You turn on Tom, pushing up from his lap and repositioning yourself so you’re straddling him, a leg hanging either side of his thighs.

“Tom?” You say, looking at him curiously. You cup his cheeks in your hands, smoothing a thumb through his ruffled eyebrow as you stare him down, a soft smirk on your face. “What’s Harrison talking about?”

Tom sags, biting his lower lip. His cheeks tickle pink, and he looks away as he mutters something incomprehensible.

“What was that?” You ask, grinning. It isn’t often you see him so bashful, so shy. Tom’s tender with you, always, but you’ve never seen his facade drop so low in his office like this. You coax him around, kissing him softly and slipping your hands back to his hair as you press your forehead to his. “What’s going on?”

Tom sighs.

“I might’ve got them to set the thermostat really low,” he mutters, “Because I like it when you come in and interrupt my meetings so we can cuddle.”

You just about melt, right there and then.

“Aww,” you coo, pouting softly. You run your hands through his hair, lifting your lips to kiss his forehead. “Mr Tough Guy likes his cuddles.”

Tom scowls, squeezing your hips. “I like your cuddles,” he counters, before bringing your lips together in a warm kiss. “You’re making me soft,” he whispers against your mouth.

You smile, pressing your nose to his. “Do you mind?”

Tom shakes his head. “Not at all.”

#everyone say thanks chloe for planting this idea in my head :))) #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland blurb #tom holland x y/n #mob!tom holland #mob!tomfic #mob!tomblurbs #myblurbs #tomblurbs #tom.sfw #geminiparkers

[danniburgh]

Could you do an “I thought I lost you” fic where reader gets injured on the job and Javi is losing his mind because they won’t let him in the hospital room until he manages to sneak back 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 They’re my fav

uuuuuuuu my friend i love this ones as well!!!! (also please forgive me for taking a few days, my writing juice was on dangerously low)

warnings: mentions of blood, gun violence, anxiety and FEELINGS this is softtttt

Javier was walking side to side like a caged lion, Steve was there, sitting on a chair in the middle of the waiting room, leg bouncing up and down in anxiety and desperation, he glanced at his watch, three hours since they had brought you.

Three hours since Javier was pacing to one end of the room to the other, restless, shirt stained with your blood, hands gripping at the air, hair disheveled and deeply worried.

Steve wanted, for a second, to grab him by the arms and force him to sit down and wait like a decent and normal human being.

But knowing him, he just couldn’t.

“What’s taking them so long?” he muttered, exasperated, playing his lower lip with his thumb.

“They’re stitching her up, Javi, that takes time,” Steve said, not bothering to look at his partner.

You had been on a raid that quickly became a shooting, a bullet had grazed your arm and made you stop and hiss in pain, but you kept moving despite the burning fire in your skin, then, one of the sicarios had snuck around you and took a shot, hitting you on the shoulder, right where the kevlar stopped protecting you.

Javier closed his eyes tight when he remembered your scream, he had rushed to you and took the sicario down himself and kneeled next to you to cradle you in his arms while Murphy barked out orders to the police officers and made sure someone called an ambulance for you. He remembered the way you had looked at him before fainting because of the pain and he remembered the invasive thought of loosing someone else roaming around in his mind.

Every time he closed his eyes, the image of you in his arms, bleeding out and unresponsive, came to him and haunted his mind.

He just couldn’t stand there anymore and wait until someone decided it was time to let him know if you were okay. He had no more energy on him to pretend he was being patient.

Someone behind him called your name, and he rushed to turn around and stride to the doctor.

“¿Usted es su compañero?” (you’re her partner?) the doctor asked, and he nodded, noticing Steve walking to stand next to him.

Javier nodded a few times and Steve noticed how he opened his mouth as if he wanted to add something else but closed right away.

“How is she?” Steve asked, his blue eyes still on Javier.

“Estable, salió de la operación y está recuperándose.” (Stable, she got out of the or and is recovering) Javier let out a heavy sigh and gulped harshly. Steve felt his muscles relax as well.

“¿Puedo verla?” (can I see her?) he asked, Steve looked at the doctor and back at Javier when the doctor shook his head no a few times.

“Soon” the doctor muttered, then turned and walked away from them.

“Fuck,” Javier mumbled, biting his lower lip. And for the first time in three hours, Javier looked at Steve. “I need to see her,”

Steve nodded.

“I know.”

And he did. 

Steve studied the waiting room for a few minutes, knowing Javier’s mind was reeling faster than ever for him to focus on anything else. He gave a few steps, looked at some distracter nurses and read the directory on the wall.

“Out to the right,” he whispered on Javier’s head, turning his head to the side, dissimulating “I’ll distract the nurse” and gave him a slap on the back. Javier nodded to him and thanked him without words. “I know” Steve whispered again, Javier landed his hand on the blonde’s shoulder and gripped it.

Steve walked to the nurse station and started talking to the nurse in his broken spanish, Javier looked at them for a few seconds and rushed to the hallway and to the right just as Steve had told him, he reached the recovery room and looked through the window; he saw a couple of people until his eyes caught your sleeping figure and he rushed to open the door.

A couple of heads turned to see him and he ignored them completely, almost running to your bed.

Javier felt a tug in his chest when he took in, pale faced, a few scratches on your forehead, your arm tucked into your chest and a thick bandage covering it from your shoulder to your forearm. Your chest rising and going down with your calm breaths.

He lifted a hand and ever so slowly, with a newfound delicateness, his fingers brushed your cheek and tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

“Javi,” you let out a half whisper and he stiffened, looking at you open your eyes with calmness and a patience he didn’t know he had.

“Hi” he whispered, cupping your face gently and guiding you to him.

“My arm hurts” you muttered, and he nodded.

“They shot you.” he whispered again and watched you scrunch up your nose.

“Another hole, huh?” you teased and gave him a lopsided smile that made his chest turn and toss inside him “what is it?” you asked him, tilting your head on the pillow, Javier shook his head and tried to give you one of his half smiles, failing “I don’t believe you”

“‘ts nothing” he murmured, leaning down to give you a soft kiss on the forehead, minding not to press too much on you.

“Liar, liar,” you teased again, making him chuckle. You raised your non bandaged arm to him and grabbed his bicep “tell me.”

“I thought I lost you,” he let out, refusing to look at you, eyeing the bandage on your shoulder “for a quick moment I thought it and I didn’t like it.” he stood up straight and you noticed his shirt stained with dry blood.

“Is that mine?” you asked softly, he nodded, and you smiled at him, breaking down instantly, Javier saw your face turning from that smile that he felt illuminated his days to watery eyes and a pouty mouth, you let out a chuckle “I love you” you let out shakingly.

Javier rolled his eyes and leaned down again to you, reaching to brush the tears off your cheeks.

“I know,” he teased back. You cupped his face, and he sighed.

“Are you gonna cry?” you asked him, looking at him in the eyes, noticing them glistening with unshed, unshared feelings, your bright smile returning to your face, Javier smirked.

“You wish.”

You let out a chuckle as he closed the distance between you and let a soft, deep kiss on your lips.

“Señor, ¡no puede estar aquí!” (sir, you can't be here!) a nurse scolded him from the door and you laughed weakly.

“Someone’s in trouble,”

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[vampcubus]

So Android Izuku is hot ngl

I promise this is the last time I'll send my art just HEAR ME OUT👋🏾😭😭

We all know Android Izuku is a lil glitchy, so at first(especially due to how nervous he is around you) when cooking and such, he might twitch and drop a few things. He's sure you'll yell at him, but when you ask if he's OK, stroking his cheek lovingly, he m e l t s

You doing this and treating him so kindly motivates him to work harder for you, to make you feel as happy as you make him. He devotes himself fully to you, making you smile just brings him so much happiness. He'd wear whatever you wanted him to, if it pleased you.

Bub's hair can glow whenever you'd like, and I'd bet he can use his eyes like a flashlight to help you see.

Also, like in the Canon anime, I feel like Android Izuku would have a huge scar on his right arm. It might have a lack of silicone there, or possibly something else. At first he was super self conscious. It came from one of his previous owners. What if you hated him for the way it looked? What if you wanted to send him away like all the others did? One said "I'll be back, soon!" But soon never came, and when the door started to jingle, Izuku shot up, excited for his master's return. But no, he recognized these people, they were apart of the company that'd created him. They were coming to take him away, once again.

Don't even get me started on his last owner. She'd drove out to the dump, and told poor Izuku that they were going to play a game. She had him stand in a single spot, telling him not to move no matter what, that...she'd be back. Poor thing, he followed her instructions to the letter, and for years, he stayed, never losing hope that his owner would come along. After possibly four years of waiting, he began to wonder where she could be. And after seven, he'd shut himself off. Not purposefully, though, his battery had died.

But then, after ten years, you came along. Having spotted the Android while looking for spare parts. You came, and cared for him. Youd traveled far and wide just so Izuku could see Hatsume, the one person you knew would have the parts to fix him.. Izuku wasn't stupid, though, he knew his previous owner didn't want him anymore, he'd made the connection almost as soon as he was found out how long he'd been out there(through his own internal clock, I suppose). She was just like the rest, throwing him aside after using him for all he was worth, his body, his mind, his time. But when he'd met you, everything changed. You tried to fix him, only after he got used to you, though. You'd respected his boundaries when he faltered the moment you'd attempted to touch one of his injuries. After awhile, izuku found that he'd fallen for you. He'd watched on the television how people fell in love, and he realized he'd felt the same about you.

So yes, android Izuku loves you, he'd do anything for you, anything to please you, so that he can stay by your side forever. He hates it when he can't accompany you to the store, or wherever it is that you're going. He always feels as though you'll leave him, that he's done something wrong. But everytime, you come back. And everytime, he comes running, overjoyed to see his love. He'd never tell you about his feelings, though. Surely, you'd leave him, he'd never feel your touch again. He'd never get to look into your eyes, hold onto your arm while you search for parts to fix him. He couldn't bare such a thing, so for now..he'll stay silent. He won't say anything, and he'll stay with you forever.

Also there's nakey android

He be cute

-Frazier

OH MY GOD HE TURNED OUT SO FUCKING GORGEOUS!! YOU’RE SO TALENTED THANK YOU FOR SHARING YOUR BEAUTIFUL ART WITH ME, IT WILL ALWAYS BE WELCOMED AND APPRECIATED HERE!! 😭💜💜💜💜🙌

And yes y e s Y E S to all of this!! I’m so softtttt, I love him so much 😭😭

(I’m sorry this is so late 😳)

#ashi rambles #wife frazier #anon writings #wife writings #android izuku #izuku midoriya #anon art #wife art

[harrywritingsbyme]

i have this fantasy of being best friends with H and one day you’re having a movie night and he rolls over and out of the blue he looks at you and asks “is it weird we haven’t kissed yet” and you laugh lightly at how obscure the outburst was and respond something like “it would be weirder if we did, i mean we’re friends” and he laughs “yeah you’re probably right” so you give him a playful punch and say “watch the movie you dork.” And the whole rest of the night you feel him stealing glances over at you, so you pause the movie and sit up to face him and ask “what’s with you tonight” and he tries to play it off knowing damn well what he’s been doing so you say “really h whats the matter?” and he continues to act oblivious “what are you talking about y/n?” but your persistent so you move closer to him to you can make direct eye contact, practically on top of him at this point and you ask “seriously what’s up? did i do something” his expression falters and he drops the act “you didn’t do anything, trust me it’s not anything you have done. i-it’s actually something i haven’t done that’s been eating away at me and that’s why i’ve been acting so strange.” he admits “what is it H you can tell me anything.” you say unsure of what’s really going on. He takes a breath and props himself up on his shoulders “i really want to kiss you right now” a little shocked at his confession you reply “would it be crazy if i said i wanted to kiss you right now too?” and let’s just say there wasn’t much movie watching the rest of the night - ☎️

i loveeee this🥺🥺like this made me softtttt…i should write a best friend h fic!!

#asks #anonymous #concepts of h #best friend!h

[purekesseltrash]

My Fic List

Whelp, decided I should do one of these.  I have mostly written for Hockey RPF and BNHA, as you have likely already seen!

My BNHA Fics

Bury Them Deep

- “Shouji Mezou's entire life has revolved around being a goalie and playing hockey since he was five years old. After being drafted in the third round in the NHL, Shouji has two more years of college before moving on to playing professional hockey like he's always wanted. Or at least like he always thought he wanted. An injury that ends his season throws him into a tailspin, forcing him to take a look at his life and how he is going to live it, especially after meeting his fascinating new goth history tutor.”

(This bad bitch is 81k total and is chock full of my red hot hockey takes and midwestern references.  I love it very much and it is a sweet baby.)

The Rooftop Necromancy series AKA my black metal band AU:

Downhill from Here 

- “ Hizashi just wants to tour the country with his best friends with their metal band in their shitty van like they've been planning for years. He'd successfully hidden his crush on one of them for years, after all, he would definitely be able to make this work and keep things fun and uncomplicated. Until Aizawa decided to start acting weird. “

(In which I take you all on a nostalgic trip to 2006-2008 metal culture and you can see the black metal love song that my dumb ass wrote.)

The Perfect Mistake

- “ It wasn't as though Hizashi had planned on breaking up with his boyfriend while they were on tour in a tiny cargo van with no room and no peace. He would have much rather preferred to do it when they were home and he could easily go and crawl back into his mom's basement. But he didn't have a choice. “

(As relationships tend to do, theirs goes through problems.)

Rooftop Necromancy

-"He’d even ended up leaning into the crowd when someone’s elbow had connected solidly with his nose and thrown him back. They’d gone quiet as Hizashi got himself up to his feet, ripped off his now bloody ‘Within Temptations’ tshirt from 2004, whipped his hair back from his face and screamed, “That’s what I’m FUCKING talking about.” into the mic.

They went wild for it, cheering as blood ran down his nose, past his mouth and dripped onto the stage, leaving him feeling like an otherworldly monster performing an occult ritual. Metal, he thought dazedly to himself, why in the fuck had he ever stopped doing metal."

(I hyperfocused so hard at the idea of Mic as a metal head that I wrote this in seven straight hours and WROTE THROUGH THE ATTEMPTED COUP ON DEMOCRACY WITHOUT KNOWING IT.  It’s a bit rough, but it’s got some good parts and it spawned the whole damn series.)

Hands Up

- "But of course he had, they had always been able to read each other and what they meant. That had often been their problem, if he was going to be honest."

(In which they figure their shit out.  Basically it was written when I was thinking alot about how my own mental health had evolved through the years.  It’s basically the story of two people who are both very good for each other and also very bad and how they deal with that.  It’s probably the most personally meaningful thing I’ve ever written.)

The other BNHA fics:

Waking Up With Ghosts

-"Hizashi opened his eyes to a world that belonged to ghosts. His headphones were gone and the gray, grimy world that he felt more than saw was muffled and still. This was bad, he hazily thought."

In which we follow Hizashi shortly after the events of 296. How he's found, how he finds out and how he has to tell.”

(I fished this one out of the garbage of my Google Docs because I’d written most of it and forgotten about it.  I dragged it out, prettied it up a little and threw it up on AO3.  It is by far my most well read BNHA fic, go figure.)

Leave Her Johnny

-”Captain Hizashi Yamada has combed the Seven Seas looking for the elusive smuggler Eraserhead. He has spent years searching for him, tracking his movements and trying to anticipate where he would be next. But he had never considered what would happen when he finally found him. “

(I wrote a paragraph of this and was immediately like ‘I MUST CREATE THIS’.  I take some chances writing wise in this as the whole thing is done in a Victorian Era ish style of writing.  But I think it’s effective and the ending is likely one of the best that I’ve ever managed.  I’m proud of it.)

Gold Rush

-”"That earned him a laugh and Mashirao’s smile made something in his chest ache, something that made him want to hurt. Why had he ever left?

“I’m really not,” Mashirao was saying but Shinsou just shook his head and kissed him once, twice and wished he could take the sunny afternoon and make it stay forever. Make it stay forever like Mashirao somehow had, while the neighborhood had adjusted without Hitoshi’s permission.

“You are,” he said, “And I love it.”

I love you, he should have said.  But as Mashirao’s eyes softened and the blonde pushed him back against the bed, Hitoshi knew he didn’t need to say it."

(You know how sometimes you listen to a Death Cab for Cutie song about gentrification over and over until a fic comes out?  Because that’s basically what happened here.)

Black Sun

‘"But then he remembered the way that Shouji had eaten the night after, one hand curled into his hair as he hung back in the corner. Shouji hid when something was wrong, like a wounded cat trying to find a dark place to either live or die and he was being released tomorrow. Now was the time to push or he’d find Shouji right back on his bed, staring at nothing."

Something happened to Shouji on the beach. Tokoyami is sure of it.‘

(Aaaaaand Death Cab for Cutie strikes again.  But heyo, my first published ShouToko and it is SOFTTTTT)

In the Far and Mighty West

Mic came closer and despite himself, Shouta could not find it in him to feel afraid. “You won’t understand, not really. I’ll try, though. I’m like Pecos Bill or Paul Bunyan or a jackalope or that fish that your friend caught that he swears he brought in but that you’ve never seen proof of. I’m the herd of dogies moving sweet and steady in the right direction, I’m no stragglers to worry about, I’m that perfect dog that’s there to keep them in line. I’m that group of good friends that you would kill for, I’m the woman who you’re dying to come home to, I’m that promised home of milk and honey. I’m Mic.”

Shouta stared at him dazedly and licked his lips, feeling drunk and stupid as he stared at the man. “You’re… magic?”

“I suppose you could call me that.”

(Cowboy!Erasermic.  Inspired heavily by American Gods and my own love of folk heroes.)

In Your Violence

- “'Mezou frowned, eyes narrowing. “Are you trying to say that you’re scared that I’ll be killed by having faith in you?”

“It would be in your best interest to stay away from me,” Fumikage finally said, his voice falling flat and quiet. “I am destined to be a monster.”

'Mezou gets the call he fears, the one that says that Fumikage has lost control again. But this time it's different, in more ways than one.”

(I listened to Silence by Marshmello until I went insane in this is the result.  Featuring some of my super depressing headcanons about Shouji!  But it’s not awful.)

My hockey fics that I still like:

Hufflepuff Halfwit  

- ““Zhenya, the wind is coming from the west, I will not remind you again. You shut that window before the house stinks of factories!” She snapped and Geno stared at the owl as though maybe it would know what to do. But instead, it had given a little hoot and wiggled inside, only to drop it’s letter on the counter.

He turned his head very slowly back to look at his mother, who had suddenly gone very quiet. “It… just showed up, Mama. And um. It brought a letter.” He waited again, looked back at the owl who had begun to nose at the pirozhkis in interest and then looked back at his mother with the best puppy dog eyes he had ever attempted. “Can I keep it?”

(This is a part of my hockey/Harry Potter au that still legitimately haunts my dreams.  It’s basically a Sid/Geno in Hogwarts but I really love the world building I got to do with Koldovstoretz, the Russian school of wizardry.  Don’t read ‘On the Word of a Slytherin’ though, I’m not as proud of that one.)

The Prince  

- “What the fuck.” Matt breathed out, sitting back heavily onto his hotel bed as he stared at his phone.

‘This is Henrik.’ The text read. ‘I would like to meet you. I will book a room in Pittsburgh at your convenience. Let me know what time will work for you.’  - 

(Listen, it’s Henrik Lundqvist/Matt Murray smut, I feel like that is novel and interesting and worth your attention.  I wax poetic on goalies in this, as you do.)

The Zoo of Toronto 

- “No one missed it when a massive porcupine had shuffled in between the reporters with a single minded focus, pushing media away until it was able to grip onto Phil’s suit pants and try to pull itself up. He hadn’t been able to do more then besides pick the animal up before it could shred his pants to shreds and walk out of the locker room before the decision had been made with the Toronto media.

Phil Kessel was guilty.” 

(Not gonna lie, this is probably my favorite of the hockey fics I’ve written.  And it’s Phil/Carl, which is never found anymore but it was a good pairing.)

#my writing

[hikarus-shida]

Hikaru Shida: "New Love" Part 2

Hikaru Shida x gender neutral!reader

genre: fluff fluff fluff

summary: hikaru's crush on the newest aew recruit gets deeper and she finds that she has no choice but to go for what she wants.

warnings: none

requested by: anon

tag list: @cutierocker202 @bec0m @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @elitehunter

imagines masterlist

God, I’m so softtttt, I can’t take it. I’m so glad a part 2 was requested because I literally now cherish this imagine (and the first one). I need more soft imagines like this to do next time!

*i do not own this gif!*

Days after you had met Hikaru, all you two ever did was spend time with each other. She had introduced you to so many things in that short period of time, it had made her become one of your most favorite people you’ve ever met. And when you told her that, Hikaru was so red from blushing and didn’t even know what to say.

You were extremely oblivious to Hikaru’s very obvious crush on you, to say the least. You never really understood how she could be so comfortable around you yet get so coy and shy almost immediately after; at first you thought it was because you had did something wrong and Hikaru shut that down quickly, feeling terrible that she had even put you in the position to believe that you had did anything wrong to her.

Things changed though when you started seeing Hikaru less and less. You would ask her to hang out, but she would dodge you. It really hurt you, since she was the only one you felt closest to, and you kind of had no one as of right now, but you figured it was best to not have any distractions to fully focus on your career. God, you couldn’t get her out of your head though and it bothered you.

While you were having your own internal afflictions because of the lack of Hikaru, she was having her own as well. It beat Hikaru up knowing that you didn’t notice her advances and she blamed it on herself not being forward enough. Riho and Ryo told her she was being silly and to not blame herself, she just needed to talk you directly and tell you how she actually felt instead of dancing around the topic.

Hikaru sighed and laid her hand in one of her hands, stress taking over and she could feel her body tighten from it. “Maybe you guys are right, I love to be around them, but then I get so shy.” Riho and Ryo engulfed her in a hug, the group hug made Hikaru feel a lot better and the positivity mantras that they had said gave her the confidence she needed to go for what she wanted, which was you.

“I am strong, I am confident, I am me,” Hikaru whispered to herself over and over again as she walked over to your hotel room door. She lifted a hand to knock on the door, but much to her surprise the door had swung open and she came face to face with you. Hikaru slowly lifted her hand down and smiled slightly, the shy feeling now becoming embarrassment.

“Hi stranger!” You smiled, “I was actually about to go somewhere, but since you’re here now I want to stay.”

Hikaru’s cheeks reddened, your words made her feel like someone was doing backflips in her belly and her heart pounded just from looking at you. To say she had it bad for you was an understatement. “I’m sorry we haven’t hung out... but I wanted to talk, if that’s okay?” There she goes again, the shyness was her biggest detriment, but little did she know that was your favorite thing about her.

You nodded and stepped aside, give Hikaru room to walk in which she did. You shut the door behind her and followed her over to your bed, sitting down and patted the seat next to you. Hikaru smiled and sat down, fumbling around with her fingers that were currently interlocked together because of her nervousness. “What did you want to talk about?” Your oblivious smile was all she could pay attention to. How your lips curved up, the way your teeth managed to look so perfect every time she looked at them, and it was as if she couldn’t find a single flaw.

“I am strong, I am confident, I am me.” The saying had replayed in Hikaru’s mind a trillion times while she tried to come up with the right words. She swore she almost malfunctioned when your hand laid over hers, in support.

“Y/N, I like you. I have liked you ever since I saw you. It’s crazy, but it’s true. You.. you are so sweet to me and you make it so easy to have fun. I like everything about you.” Hikaru’s lips worked faster than her brain, she hadn’t even had time to think of what she wanted to say, but it may have worked out in her favor this way when she had saw you blush.

“That’s so sweet, Hikaru. I actually thought you didn’t like me that way all this time, which sucked when you stopped seeing me for a bit. It was hard trying to move on, since I had such a big crush on you too.” You admitted, and boy you felt like an idiot for not picking up on the signs sooner. Your time apart from Hikaru could’ve been avoided if you had said something, but at least the two of you knew now.

“Can I kiss you?” Hikaru asked with a sudden surge of confidence, her cheeks were still reddened from earlier and she knew that the blush wasn’t going away any time soon. You nodded in response, suddenly becoming shy yourself.

The two of you both leaned in, eyes shut, as your lips pressed against each other’s. You always thought people lied when they mentioned the fireworks and electricity they felt when they kissed someone they really liked, but now you knew it was real. You felt goosebumps raise on your skin, along with your arm hairs that stood up.

When Hikaru pulled away, her hands slid up to the sides of your cheeks and they laid there as she leaned her forward against yours. The two of you giggled after looking into each others eyes for so long and almost immediately, your shyness flew away as you settled into her touch.

You ended up never leaving your hotel room and stayed with Hikaru, watching movies and ordering in while you two cuddled. “I’m so happy that I’m here with you right now... and to finally call you mine.” Hikaru sighed in content, cuddling into your body more. You turned to the side and kissed her on the forehead, a slight smile turning the corners of your lips up.

“I’m happy too, Hikaru, I really am.”

#hikaru shida #hikaru shida aew #hikaru shida imagine #hikaru shida headcanon #hikaru shida drabble #aew #aew imagine

[erodasfishtacos]

the mlbrry beauty secrets blurb made me SO SOFTTTTT 😩🙏

I’m glad you enjoyed it!

#anon #asks

[liltexasjedii]

Y’ALL

OP made me a spooky basket w/ a baby yoda, Kit Kats, hair ties, makeup wipes, a softtttt blanket, a yoda mug, wine, danglers , sprite, bananas, flowers 💐 and Cheetos 🥺 🎃🥰 w/ a letter that started with “ I love you to death 💀 “ 🥺🥺🥺🥺MY HEART

#this man is everything #🥺🥰💗💫💗🤰🏽🤰🏽🤰🏽🤰🏽🤰🏽🤰🏽 #a day in the life #tali talks #I cried bc it was so sweet 👁👄👁🤌🏽 #OP

[harryfeatgaga]

After you’ve had sex you just stay there and he’s looking at you like 😄 and he throws in a few jokes that make you cackle but you know it’s also the fact that you love him that makes you laugh so much and he’s like “so you wanna go again?” And you burst into laughter for no reason at all you just love him too much and his tone when he said it made you laugh so you nod and you both roll into each other having a second round and this time it’s giggly sex, your favorite 🥰

UGH PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE GIGGLY SEX MAKES ME SO SOFTTTTT UGH IM SADDDDD

#harry concept

[witch-hazels-musings]

hazel!!!!

i just finished the new headcanon post and it was 👀 diluc's made me so softtttt ive been in his position before and what i would've done to lay in someone's lap-

might I offer: xiao lying on his s/o's lap but the process and build up is super slow because

1. he doesn't see a reason for it (foolish mortals yadda yadda)

2. hes scared to hurt his s/o just by being near them

but the eventual payoff would be so rewarding, he needs some relaxation :((

can't wait for more of your stuff! I hope you're taking care and doing well :)

- 🌙

Diluc makes me go somewhere else - I see him so clearly in my mind, and for days I wanted to get him go take a break with me (so here we are lol)

Oh yeah ... Xiao is soooo hesitant and against it. He'd for sure rest his head so he can lay in front of you, not at your side. This way he can keep more of an eye on what's going on, and if he needs to take action he can ... But how will he do that when his eyes are closed.

#hazelmail

[read-weep-repeat]

1. what if the fuck happened between chap. 17 and now??? i’m here for it but god there’s so many new stories to love and think about😂 2. i come to praise chap. 17 the fluff was so nice after a crap week that reading it literally made me squeal!!! so softtttt🥺. also i’m here for all of these new stories but!!! there is something i want to add and ik i’ll fuck up the explanation 1/2-💕

☺️☺️☺️ I love to throw y’all for a loop sometimes, cause I forget that y’all don’t see them as slow as I do. You get on and your dashboard is flooded with alibis mskdkfkg

Thank you!!! I wanted the fluff to be tooth rotting 🥺

I’m so excited for your second ask dnfmfjjg

#💕 anon

[joyfulbeegaming]

Ashdhsjf I wish I had a Max irl 🥺🥺 the last ask made me so softtttt I’m in love with him

Aww, anon, I appreciate the sentiment, and so does Max!!  And don’t feel too bad, you caught yourself and that’s what matters!  I’ll admit though, I did sort of laugh at the thought of Max having ever used masculine pronouns XD sorry.

~

Thank you for the ask and your correction!!

#answered asks #nice asks #max rowley #ask to tag #and now y'all can see which tumblr theme i use on mobile XDD #i was *giddy* when i realized i didn't have to use light mode

[dearest-kibble]

Something I whipped up today cause I’m softtttt (also I hope it’s alright,,,) also anyone wants to learn more about my yhhh OC lad lemme know I’ll put a thing out about himmmm

There’s some very slight possessiveness but it’s not a whole lot literally blink and you’ll miss it. This is mainly just wholesome,,,,

- -

The rain pounds on the roof of the car, music softly fading into the back of your mind as the two of you sit in the car. Silently, watching the road in peaceful bliss. Elliot sits next to you, eyes on the road, crinkled with contentment. Small flashes of light flash through the windows every time you pass a streetlight in the dark. The book in your hands has been long forgotten, instead the music from your playlist has taken over your mind and the rain is so calmingly soft to think about anything but him. The way he holds you when you feel sad, or the way he makes you laugh doing nothing in particular. How he’ll send you stupid little things that he knows you’ll like when he’s out. His arms that so casually dangle from hands that hold the wheel. The same arms that held you when the night was young, wrapped around your waist as he pulls you into his chest. Subtle breaths as he gently rocks you to sleep. The same lull before you fall asleep, like his mumbles of “You’ve got such a cute laugh” or “What was your favorite thing today?”or just soft humming. Like the way he gently nods along to the rhythm now and smiles at just the feeling of being alone with you. He gave you a sweater before you left, as you sit snugly with the petrichor and the faint strawberries left on his sweater from the cake he made. All you want to do is to look at him, his face in the light of a streetlamp and watch him blink slowly and softly. Slowly you reach your hand out, and place it on his forearm and rest it on the slight muscle, delicately wrapping chilled hands around his arm and lightly pull his right arm from the wheel. You drag your fingers down, intertwining gracefully to the sounds of droplets on glass and the speaker's soft bass thumping in your ears. He whispers a soft,

“I’m sorry I got angry about your clothing. You’re allowed to wear what you want - I just,” His voice is even quieter as he mumbles with his breathy voice. “You’re so pretty, and you know the guys, I worry about them… being weird around you, they’re sexist - some are fine, but you know… You’re just so, so pretty. Besides,” His smile is like poetry in physical form. “You look really good in my sweater.” His grasp on your hand tightens slightly, like it always does when he wants to express something better.

“I know - I know Elliot. Some of them scare me a bit too -” And It makes sense for Elliot to be concerned, it was a party with people you only talk to over the internet. “Hey Elliot?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you,”

“Of course.” He rubs his thumb over the back of your hand. “I can turn around if you don’t want to go?”

“No! No! I’m good, I just-”

“If you want to go home, I’ll make Moussaka and turn on something?”

“And then you can cuddle me?” You lean in your seat, towards his shoulder that your head cannot rest on. “Or I can read to you if you want?”

“Anything you want. Don’t feel uncomfortable, you will be fine.” His hand constricts on the wheel.

“Thank you Elliot. Let’s go home.” The music still beating gently, with the sweater smelling so sweetly of strawberry and Elliot’s cinnamon overtones. You sigh, and in the most soothing voice you can, “I love you Elliot.” His grip on the steering wheel releases.

“I love you too. I’ll talk to some of them, try to get the ones who don’t scare you together?”

“Thank you Elliot.”

“Of course Honey.”

#yandere oc #my ocs #yandere x reader #x reader #oc x reader #oc #yandere imagines #oc imagines