#I adore the hugs where one person lifts the other off the ground

[sbd-laytall]

Andi Mack | 1.12 | "Best Surprise Ever"

[wordbunch]

their love language [the rings of power]

a/n: i had this little idea that I wanted to share w you all 🥰💛 i included the characters that i like best, so sorry if your fav isnt there. also I am a halbrand girlie so I wrote for that "version" of him. be so kind to comment/reblog your thoughts! ♡

Elrond ♡ quality time and physical touch and words of affirmation everything

Is he not just perfect? His kind heart cannot choose just one way to shower you with love, so it varies by the day. Elrond’s words are always carefully chosen to lift you up or comfort you, and the feeling of his lips or skin on yours is like a dream after a long day. Initially he was a bit more closed off, but you created a safe space together for both of you to be vulnerable and loving. Sadly, he can be quite occupied with various duties, so he cherishes any second he gets to spend in your presence. You have reached the point where you can communicate almost only through eye contact in public; his eyes are so shiny and expressive, and even the way he gazes at you tells you everything you need to know.

Galadriel ♡ acts of service and physical touch

There is nothing in this, or any other, world that she wouldn’t do for you! The downside of that is she can feel quite guilty if she feels as though she failed at something, but that is alright - you are there, always, to break the fall! She also very much receives love in this way so make sure you do lovely things for her as often as possible - our girl needs some soft wholesome love. Physical touch is something that keeps her grounded and reassures her you are really there and with her, it is not just an illusion or a dream. In private, Galadriel will cling to you like you’d just saved her from drowning. Reassurance is something she needs more than she will let on. 

Halbrand ♡ words of manipulation affirmation and physical touch 

He has a strange way of somehow knowing exactly what to say, almost at all times; the way he sweet talks you is unmatched, and he is no stranger to strings of compliments. Occasional banter is involved as well, of course, as he very much enjoys verbally “sparring” with you - it gets him going and gives a spark to his eyes. This leads to more physical expressions of desire, and you are basically the only person he enjoys being more tactile with. The way he shifts between being rough and passionate, and then gentle and adoring, keeps you on your toes constantly. However, two can play that game - has he at last met a worthy match?

Celebrimbor ♡ quality time and gift giving

This is one very busy elven lord and smith, but he will still try his best to never neglect you and your needs. Even if he is working, he loves to have you around, if you are free; and you enjoy watching him doing his thing. He calls you “his greatest inspiration” and swears you bring out the best of him, both professionally and personally. Although, he might occasionally get distracted when he feels your keen eyes on him. Naturally, since you inspire him to create, he loves to gift you items made personally for you, with utmost precision, skill and love. He also claims that no piece of jewelry, decor or weapon could ever match your beauty, but that is another challenge that motivates him even more. Sometimes, though, you have to drag him away from his work and just make him take it easy.

Isildur ♡ physical touch and being silly

This chaotic boy needs to have a hand(s) on you at all times, or the other way round. If you move away from him, there is a high chance he will look at you like a lost puppy. He might not yet be the greatest when it comes to verbalizing what you mean to him, but that’s not to say he can’t express it in a variety of ways - pulling you close in a crowded space, hugging you as if you might evaporate if he doesn’t hold onto you, kissing you breathless every chance he gets. However, playful banter with you makes him so happy as well, and it is his way of showing not only that you understand each other, but also that you can be perfectly comfortable in each other’s presence and laugh until tears stream down your face. Oftentimes those unguarded moments of silliness can become deep conversations which allow you to get to know each other even more intimately.  

Arondir ♡ acts of service and words of affirmation

I mean, have you seen what this elf does for people he deeply cares for? Expect even more than that when he is in love with you! No task is too daunting when his beloved needs something, and you don’t even need to ask - he is superb at anticipating your needs. Sometimes you need to all but force him gently to relax and prioritize himself a bit more. Arondir is just a romantic soul like that. Also, in standard elvish fashion, he knows many poems and songs, and he is no stranger to coming up with his own just to express how he feels about you and how he sees you as the most precious, wonderful person. Initially he was a bit shy about that particularly, but experiencing your joy and enthusiasm, and the way you simply melt at his words, he knew he had to make it a regular occurrence to express his adoration. Please treasure him, he deserves the world.

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Tagging some trop besties @queenmeriadoc @lady-of-imladris @starladyy @fenharel-enaste @thesolarangel

@haladriel @nanawaffles @xwakemeupwhenseptemberendsx @elswing @coraleethroughthelookingglass

[kamotecue]

you make me crazier ꕥ a. russo

pairing: alessia russo x reader

summary: when the arsenal team gets invited to attend an international artist’s show, little did they know—one of their recent signings is secretly dating them. pop star!reader

you hummed playing with the strings of your guitar, a habit you always had ever since you were a child. currently, sound check was going on and you were waiting for the lucky ones, the arsenal women’s team—you’re a fan of football.

you noticed your manager who was monitoring you with a few of your tour staff. a small chuckle escaped your lips when you saw the way your manager looked at her watch frantically.

“it seems like the arsenal women’s team has arrived.” jenny said, as you hummed—giving her a small nod. as she scurried to greet them.

you strummed the strings of the guitar playing one of your favorite songs, crazier by taylor swift. not knowing that the team had entered already, nor how your favorite person watched with a small smile on her face.

“you lift my feet off the ground, you spin me around.” you sang as you thought about the time where you agreed to be alessia’s girlfriend. the wide smile she had, it was something you had fallen for.

“would you be mine, y/n?” alessia asked, as you gave her a shy soft smile. you gave her a nod, as she lifted you up from the ground—gently spinning you around in happiness.

“you make me crazier, crazier. feels like i’m falling and i—i’m lost in your eyes.” you opened your eyes, as you noticed the team watching you with a smile, some looked starstrucked, and some admired the way you sang. but one—was totally in love with you, and they didn’t know that.

“you make me crazier, crazier—crazier.” you stood up before giving them a small bow, as they had clapped when the song had ended. jenny giving you a knowing look, as she knew about the private relationship.

of course, she knew—your childhood bestfriend turned manager. a chaotic bunch the two of you were.

“did you guys like it?” you asked, giving a small hum. as leah, the team’s co-captain gave you a nod. alessia watched as you came closer, greeting the team.

the sound check was exactly how you wanted it to be, the team enjoyed it. but it’s not over yet, is it? there’s still the actual concert, the team had the closest view to you—as they had the front row.

the set list was simple, you were playing the second album you released—it truly was a hit. you watched as the crowd cheered the loudest, but you kept your eyes on a certain blonde.

it was the way her eyes shined when she watched you sang. the way she’d look at you with pure adoration, and would get a bit teary eyed as she acknowledges what you accomplished and is proud to have you as her lover.

when the last song ended, you stood up—the tour staff quickly entering the stage to grab your guitar, and other things.

“that was a great show, london. i’m glad to have come out here for my tour, and i really can’t wait to come back.” you said, as the crowd cheered. you blew a kiss, as you entered the backstage—knowing that the arsenal team already had passes.

henry, your bodyguard let the team pass as they waited outside of your dressing room. chatter was heard, as the door swung open—revealing you in a simple white long sleeved polo shirt, black pleated wide leg dressy trousers, white trainers and plaid pattern argyle print pocket v-sweater.

“hi, i’m y/n.” you softly said, as the team chuckled at your awkwardness—even jenny gave you a pointed look, snickering at you.

you chatted with the whole team, not minding how you held onto alessia’s pinky—it was covered by a jacket she had placed over her leg.

a simple post is what broke the internet, it also had the arsenal group chat blowing up.

┊┊┊┊ ➶ ❁۪ ｡˚ ✧ ┊┊┊┊ ➶ ❁۪ ｡˚ ✧

pretend you’re the one alessia is hugging. an iconic photo this is.

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y/nl/n23: as a queen once said, you are the best thing that’s ever been mine. @alessiarusso99

⤷ alessiarusso99: likewise, love. you’re the best thing that’s ever been mine as well.

leahwilliamsonn: can’t believe you didn’t tell us, less.

⤷ alessiarusso99: sorry, cap. at least you know now

name1: no way, an arsenal and y/n l/n crossover.

name2: breaking the internet like it’s preath.

[natsuphoria]

if i politely asked for kuro + koga with an s/o (they/them) whos physically affectionate would i get a smooch from jes

HONEY MY BABY EVER !! i smooch u on the cheek regardless but you'll get an extra one just for this + multiple smooches from kuro and koga :3 i decided to do hcs for this one – if you’d like a scenario instead feel free to req again <3

kuro & koga w. a physically affectionate s/o

no mentions of reader's pronouns, gn reader

kuro’s no stranger to physical affection – i like to think his little sister was constantly clinging onto him when they were younger – so it's not something that catches him completely off guard.

when you first do it, he'd be slightly surprised, and perhaps a little flustered at the proximity. ah, he's so close to the person he loves… 

wide eyes + red cheeks combo teehee. he thinks it’s adorable how enthusiastic you are about showering him in your affection. 

soon, though, he's looking down at you with the fondest smile. he loves you so, so much okay he's down so bad. he’ll probably pat you a little or even give you a forehead kiss :>

we all know this man is strong. he’d totally drop everything to catch you if you run at him.

wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting and spinning you with ease… you’re giddy; from him or the spin? who knows…

at the beginning of your relationship, he wouldn’t initiate hugs or physical affection that often, but once he realises how much you like it he’s much more inclined to do so! he’s the kind of guy to place a warm, gentle hand on your lower back to guide you… it’s so comforting and grounding.

i also think you two are always holding hands in some way, maybe even linking pinkies bc you’re cute like that.

he’d 100% let you clamber onto his lap and shower his face in kisses. just. holds onto your waist and chuckles quietly until you’re done. 

overall he’s pretty receptive to physical affection, to the point where he adopts your mannerisms himself <3

koga under the cut!

now koga’s more of an enigma.

listen up now, he loves you, but he’s not gonna let that sully his tough guy image, ya got it? >:|

jokes aside, he’s likely to be eeeever so slightly put off by it at first, especially in the presence of his unit mates.

but he notices the way your face drops, the way you seem almost disappointed, and his heart squeezes. he never wants to upset you. you mean so much to him, and he never wants to be the cause of your tears.

you two talk about it and you agree to stick to a few rules. amazing. we stan communication in this household.

one, hand-holding is fine in public. he lets you cling onto his arm, play with his fingers, trace the lines on his palm… he also starts silently squeezing your hand three times, a secret code for i-love-you when he’s not able to say it out loud. 

two, quick pecks are also okay. the other members of undead have often seen koga pressing his lips to your forehead, pulling away to give you the most lovestruck look ever. (koga would deny this so hard but his cheeks are incredibly red. no one's believing him.)

three, he’s completely at your mercy in private.

as much as he pretends to be rough and tough, this boy will absolutely melt when faced with your affection. he’d be weirdly quiet… but it’s just because he doesn’t know how to react!

boundaries are great and all, but that’s not to say he’s never going to show affection in public! he’s not as direct as you are, but that doesn’t make his ministrations any less valuable – an arm casually slung around your shoulder, or a hand playfully ruffling your hair... these are common, simple ways he expresses his love physically.

he’s a good cuddler, i think. he starts off all stiff limbs and pink cheeks but when he gets comfortable it’s a 10/10 experience for you both.

he’ll absentmindedly drag his fingers across your skin… just lying there, thinking about you both… what a simp.

overall, pupiy : ‘i have no need for affection bark bark bark woof… well fine i guess it’s okay if it’s you. hmph.’ ← secretly loves it

[of-a-chaotic-mind]

A Drunk Mind Speaks A Sober Heart Part 1

Summary: Reader gets injured on a call but Buck is swiftly to the rescue with Eddie in tow. Later on, Reader and Buck make drunken confessions to separate confidants. 

TW/CW: Evan “Buck” Buckley x Reader, Best Friends to Lovers, House Fire, Injured Reader, Alcohol Consumption

Requested?: No 

Word Count: 3,042

A/N: Alrighty, part 2 picks up right after where this one leaves off and I’ll have it up as soon as I edit through it lol. This took like 4 or 5 hours to write as a whole and I’m pretty fuckin proud of it. 

A/N: I can't... he's so fucking adorable.

Part 2 Here

--- Third Person POV --- 

    It’s Monday and the LAFD 118 team has been called to a two-story house fire and said house is beginning to collapse. Buck and Eddie jog away from it toward the engine to assist in putting out the rest of the fire, having rescued the residents and left them with Hen and Chim. As they approach Bobby, his gaze is cast behind them, “Where is (Y/N)?” he asks looking back to Buck and Eddie. The two look behind them and then back at each other before Buck takes off sprinting back toward the house even as the roof caves.   

    Bobby makes eye contact with Eddie who is already backing away, “Way ahead of you.” Eddie swiftly catches up with Buck as they both dodge a falling rafter.  

    “(Y/N)!” Buck yells, fear evident in his voice. Together the two yell for their teammate as they carefully pick through the flames around them. After what feels like ages, but is only a couple of minutes, Eddie slaps his friend on the shoulder. Pulling him to a stop, he motions for Buck to stop yelling. Barely audible over the flames, a chorus of meows is heard.   

    The two look to each other once again. “Don’t tell me she went back for cats,” Eddie mumbles, shocked.  

    Buck sighs and begins moving toward the sound, “This is (Y/N) we’re talking about. Of course she did.”  

    Finally, they find (Y/N) lying in the corner of whats supposed to be the kitchen. A rafter seems to have swept her off of her feet and is now lying across her ribcage. The area is mostly clear of flames and lying just to the side of (Y/N), as if she had dropped it when she was crushed, is an upturned nylon basket which is the source of the meows. “Help me with this rafter,” Buck urges as he moves towards (Y/N). Together the two lift the rafter off of her and toss it aside. Buck bends down and carefully lifts (Y/N) into his arms and begins heading for an exit. Eddie retrieves the basket of cats and follows.  

    By now, the flames have been subdued and only small flickers are seen scattered across the now demolished building. Buck shakes (Y/N) softly and she begins to wake up. She looks up at him in slight confusion before looking around her. “Wait, wait,” she mumbles, “Put me down, please.” Unwillingly, Buck does so to avoid an elbow or knee to his ribs.   

--- Your POV --- 

    I stop Eddie as he catches up to us and retrieve the basket of cats from him. I look inside to make sure all three kittens and their mother are accounted for and at least breathing before I turn back around to find their owner. I spot the little girl with Hen and her parents and b-line toward them. My legs attempt to give out from under me as my ribs and head throb in pain but I need to do this. I pull my helmet off, tossing it to the ground and stop in front of the little girl. Holding out the basket to her, I offer a small smile. “Oh! Thank you so much! You shouldn’t have!” her mother gasps as she realizes what is inside the soot covered basket.  

    “I don’t know what I would do if I lost one of my fur babies. I wanted to,” I lean closer to the mother as the little girl takes the basket, exploding with joy. “For her sake,” I whisper to the mother and father.   

    The mom pulls me into a tight hug, which makes my ribs riot but I ignore them. She pulls away and places her palm against my cheek, “Thank you so much, honey. You just made this whole ordeal a little better for her.”   

    I offer another smile, “Don’t thank me yet. They’ll need a vet visit asap and,” I lower my voice, “I tried to keep them covered as much as possible with my coat but they got a good bit of smoke exposure. They seem okay now but I’m not sure about the long-term effects,” I pause, “If you catch my drift.”  

    The father nods, “We understand but regardless, thank you.”  

    I smile to both of them before kneeling in front of the little girl who has busied herself with brushing the soot off the still meowing cat and kittens, “You take real good care of them okay?” She nods eagerly as she sets the basket aside and hops down from the gurney. She wraps her small arms around my neck in a tight hug and mumbles a thank you into my shoulder. “You are very welcome, Sweetie.”  

    The little girl lets go and returns to her basket of fluff so I stand and turn around to see Buck waiting a few feet away. He does not look happy and I know I’ll get an earful later. I make my way toward him, and looking back at the little girl with her basket of cats I decide, “It was worth it,” I state firmly to Buck as he meets me and wraps an arm around my shoulders to guide me to the other side of the firetruck out of sight of the family. As soon as we round the corner of the truck, my legs give and Buck has to catch me to keep me from faceplanting the pavement.   

    He picks me up once more before setting me on the side of the truck. He brushes my hair out of my face, “You’re going to give me an aneurysm one of these days.” Bobby, Hen, and Eddie join us before I can muster up a response. By now my ribs feel like they're about to collapse inwards and my head is trying to explode. A bout of dizziness nearly takes me down again but I lean into Buck who has collected a handful of alcohol prep pads to clean the soot off my face and taken a seat beside me.  

    “What’s the damage?” Bobby asks as I do my best to follow the penlight Hen is moving back and forth in my eyes.  

    “Definitely a concussion,” she responds, “Let’s see those ribs.” I suppose Eddie must’ve reported back to them alerting them to my injuries plus he’s pulling an oxygen mask over my face.  

    Bobby nods and holds up my helmet, “Well, that’s not surprising.” I now notice the crack across the visor and cringe. I struggle with my turn out for a moment before Buck slaps my hands away and helps me out of it. I lift my shirt to reveal already bruising ribs.  

    Hen gently feels across my ribs and presses a stethoscope over my lungs. I take a deep breath in as Hen speaks again, “I don’t think they’re broken but definitely heavily bruised.” She pulls the stethoscope away and places it back in her kit before taking a step back to look at me, “I know it’ll be your biggest nightmare but you’re gonna have to take it really easy for the next few weeks.”  

    Buck hooks a finger under my chin and pulls me to face him as I groan. “I know. I know. You’ll live. Now let me get the rest of this mess off so we can bandage these cuts.” Eddie and Bobby depart as I attempt to sit still for Buck but I keep fidgeting and adjusting in an effort to ease the pain in my ribs.   

    Hen laughs but states seriously, “You’re gonna need a CT scan to check for brain bleeds and some X-rays to make sure your ribs aren’t broken and to check for skull fractures.”  

    “I know,” I mumble as she passes Buck some band-aids before closing her kit and returning to the other side of the truck. Buck finishes cleaning my face and begins fighting with the wrapper of a band-aid. His hands are shaking so bad he almost drops it several times before I finally wrap my hands around his and look up at him, “Just breathe, Buck. I’m alive,” I pause, “Very banged up but alive.”  

    His lips press into a thin line and he breaks eye contact to look down at our hands. He lets me have the band-aids so I open one of them before handing it to him for application. As he places it right below my hair line, eyes trained on it and not looking at mine, he mutters something under his breath. I wait for him to place the band-aid and smooth it down before tilting my head, confusion plain to see on my face. He sighs heavily, “I said you scared the shit out of me.” Finally making eye contact with me again he adds, “I can’t lose you. You mean too damn much to me.”  

    I wrap him in a hug, which he promptly returns, and mumble, “I’m sorry.” He buries his face in my neck as I bury mine in his chest and we stay that way for a long moment before finally returning to the task at hand. I open another band-aid and hand it over for him to place on my cheek below the other. “I just figure that the house burning down is pretty shitty but to lose the cats too would be even worse. I know I would’ve been devastated to lose mine,” I explain and he nods in understanding. Once he’s satisfied with my treatment, we both make our way to join the others, Buck keeping an arm at my back in case I start to collapse again.  

    Soon, we all depart and return to the Fire House. I’m carted off to the ER to get a CT scan and X-rays as doc ordered. As expected, the results confirm a concussion but no brain bleeds, skull fractures, or broken ribs.   

    Finally, the weekend is here and I am spending my Saturday night at Maddie and Chim’s house with Maddie, Athena, Hen, and Karen. By now my concussion is gone for the most part but my ribs are still pretty sore. My fellow ladies are all taking it easy, having a beer or glass of wine. I on the other hand have managed to get sloshed even though they have repeatedly warned me to slow down. Who knows what trouble Buck and Eddie are getting into tonight but Chim is at Bobby and Athena’s house with Jee-Yun for cooking lessons.   

    I’m currently sprawled out on my back in Maddie’s living room floor babbling on and on. Most of it is drunken non-sense but soon I find myself on a train of thought that I’m not quite sure I should be voicing aloud but drunk me has lost all fucks to give. As soon as the first sentence stumbles out of my mouth, “You know who I really really like?” the ladies are all on the edges of their seats. Hen has even pulled out her phone and started recording but I couldn’t care less. I need to get this off my chest and it’s about fucking time. I might as well carry on while I have the guts. “Buck,” I pause trying but failing to collect my thoughts and decide to simply ramble on as the room wobbles, “He’s just so fucking sweet. He’s got the largest and shiniest heart of gold I’ve ever seen. He’s hilarious as fuck… And adorable… And fine as hell… He makes me feel safe… and happy… and giddy.”  

    I sit up abruptly and wobble slightly before looking at the nearest person, who just happens to be Maddie, “And I don’t know what the hell the whole knee nudge thing is that he does,” I point to Hen, “You know what I’m talking about. That thing he does whenever he’s sitting beside me where he just like nudges my knee with his,” The room starts to spin so I lay back down and look up at the ceiling, “I-I don’t know what that is. I don’t know if he does it as a funny funny ha ha. Or if he does it to aggravate me. Which it did at first because I couldn’t figure out why he was doing it but I finally gave up and just started nudging back. But anyway, I don’t know why he does it but I hope he never stops… It always reminds me that he’s right there… It reminds me that I’m not alone, that someone will have my back if I’m about to do stupid shit or be there if I need a shoulder to lean on. It makes me feel safe.” I come to a halt and shuffle through the thoughts in my head.  

    “And another fucking thing. His fucking biceps, dude. They’re damn near as big as my head. Sometimes I just wanna,” I click my teeth together, “bite them. Actually, next time he hits me with the ‘Bite me, (Y/L/N)’… I’ma do it.” I stop to catch my breath and a sudden realization hits me, “I think I fucked up,” I slur out.  

    “Yeah, honey, you’re pretty wasted,” Athen says with laughter.  

    “No. No I said I fucked up,” I correct her, assuming she thought I said, “I think I’m fucked up.”  

    “You mean by drinking so much?” Hen asks,” Yeah, probably so.”  

    I see Maddie shake her head with a grin out of the corner of my eye and I inquire, “What?”  

    “Elaborate. They haven’t put two and two together yet,” she replies.  

    I huff, “I said, ‘I think I fucked up’ because I told myself I was not gonna fall in love again because my luck with relationships is so damn shitty but I think I done fell in love with him and I’m scared.”  

    “Why are you scared, sweetheart,” Karen asks.  

    “Because I don’t wanna get hurt again,” I mumble before quickly adding, “It’s not that I think he’s gonna hurt me. It’s just… conditioning ya know? Like, anytime things are going good for a while, my body kicks into fight or flight thinking something bad is about to happen because that’s always what happens. I always get steamrolled and knocked down a peg. I don’t wanna rope him into the shit show that is my life. He deserves someone that has their shit together. Someone who can give him the world. That’s what he deserves… not someone who’s gonna expect shit to go south from the start.” The room is silent as this explanation sinks in.   

    I hear the beep of Hen stopping the recording as Maddie gets up from the couch and bends down to grab my arm and help me up, “Let’s get you to bed, okay?” I nod as she guides me toward a spare bedroom.  

--- Buck's POV ---

    “How’s (Y/N) doing?” I hear Eddie ask from the kitchen as I sit sipping my whiskey. Chris has already gone to bed for the night and Eddie is putting away leftovers from dinner.  

    Having not fully processed what he asked due to the alcohol coursing through my bloodstream I drop my head onto the back of the chair I’m sitting in and grin, “She’s just so beautiful.”  

    Eddie pokes his head around the wall and looks at me in confusion, “What?’  

    “You asked about (Y/N). She’s pretty… and smart… She’s funny too.”  

    Eddie waves his hand to interrupt me and sits down on the couch across from me, pulling out his phone, “Hang on what were you saying about (Y/N) I couldn’t hear you through your mumbles.”  

    I know damn well I wasn’t mumbling but repeat myself anyway, “I said, ‘She’s pretty and smart and funny,’” making sure to over-annunciate my words.  

    “Go on,” Eddie encourages, grinning at his phone.  

    I shake my head and carry on, “She’s always down for an adventure. She’s self-less. Like, as much as I want to be mad at her for risking her life to save those cats the other day, I can’t be because I know I’d do the same damn thing. She’d risk her life just to make sure someone else's doesn't end or is a little brighter despite the catastrophe they’ve just endured.” I sigh loudly, “I could watch her dance around like a goof ball or ramble about random shit for hours. Her smile makes me smile. Her laugh makes me laugh.”  

    “Really?” Eddie asks to keep me going.  

    I nod, “And you know how I nudge her knee with mine all the time?” Eddie nods, “It started out as just a way to annoy her when I was bored but now it’s way more than that. Now it’s a gentle reminder to her that I’m still right there by her side but also a reminder to myself that she’s right there within arm's reach. I-I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her. I thought I did when I looked behind us and she wasn’t there. If I had lost her that day then not only would I no longer be able to enjoy her presence but i-it would’ve been my fault. I should’ve pulled up the rear and made sure she got out safe.”  

    “Don’t blame yourself, Buck. You know she would’ve gone back for the cats anyway,” Eddie comments.  

    “I know but like I said that’s one of the things I love about her,” I pause, “Love. Did I just say love?” I see him nod, “Man, I think I’m in love.” It’s quiet for a few moments before I breath out a laugh, “She has a really nice ass too.”   

    Eddie shakes his head and puts his phone away, “Alright buddy,” he says as he gets up and pulls the glass of whiskey from my grasp, “Time for you to hit the hay.” I begrudgingly get up and Eddie helps me to the couch.  

    “Wait,” I slur out once I’ve plopped onto the couch, and try to get back up but Eddie pushes me back down, “But I wanna go see her,” I whine but as the room wobbles, I give up and lie back down.  

    “You can see her tomorrow. We’re having family breakfast at Athena and Bobby’s remember?” Eddie responds.  

    “Oh yeah,” I mumble before drifting off to sleep. 

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ACROSS THE STARS

ೃ⁀➷ summary: headcanons of dating a inquisitor! lance stroll ೃ⁀➷ pairing: inquisitor! lance stroll x bounty hunter! gn! reader ೃ⁀➷ warnings: mention of injury and blood ೃ⁀➷ word count: 546 words ೃ⁀➷ author note: pairing up my love for star wars and f1 but not proud of this

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ೃ⁀➷ The two of you meet on a chance encounter, having been after the same bounty, a rebel spy, which he got to bring in. "I'll let you have the next one." So, it began

ೃ⁀➷ There were instances where you worked together not against each other. These moments felt like you were meant to meet. Your fighting styles complementing one another, everything was in tune

ೃ⁀➷ The time after these missions felt surreal. Sometimes one or both need medical assistance. They were the only time you'd seen Lance worry

ೃ⁀➷ It was one of these moments when Lance admitted. "I can't hide it anymore. I love you." He kissed you, the worst thing he could have done. It was a mistake even saying those words

ೃ⁀➷ The problem being the emperor finding out which he did and ordering Lance to kill you. "There can be no distractions."

ೃ⁀➷ You were captured and brought before him. Once Lance refused to harm you, the emperor tried to stab you. Only for Lance to stand in his way. He received the deadly blow to his chest. The sith lord had little care for one of the inquisitors dying the issue was solved any ways

ೃ⁀➷ You were brought back to your prison cell, soon after alarms started blaring and troopers running. Then the door to your cell was sliced

Walking out you saw Lance, his back against the wall and fully sitting on the ground. The lightsaber was discarded, next to him. "You're alive!" you hugged him. There was a bandage covering his chest and blood was starting to bleed through. "Yeah," was all he could muster.

All he could think about was. "Please don't be too late." Over and over. It was driving him mad. Picturing the worst case scenario but you were fine and he was exhausted. His injuries catching up with him and the adrenaline leaving his body.

"I thought I have to survive this hell hole without you," he smiled slightly as his eyes started to close. The corridor was empty except for the two of you. There were no troopers running. "We might wanna get out of here." You lifted him up. The ship was falling apart but you managed to secure a shuttle off.

"I have to redo your bandages," he nodded, being too tired to even say anything. He let you sit him on the table as you started to unwrap the gauze. His eyes were solely focused on you, standing between his legs. You tried to ignore his wandering eyes. Eyes filled with adoration. He would wince from the pain as you did your best to patch him up.

"I did my best," you went to move away from him. Only to be pulled back. He took your hands, moving them closer to his lips. Kissing them softly. His eyes not even for a second leaving yours then he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you as if all might disappear.

Right now, you were the most important person in his life. Since he'd met you, his thoughts always go back to you. He'd give you the stars. The air from his lungs if you asked for it. He knows it's extreme but... he'd still do it.

"We're okay."

Thanks for reading!

[leaderpinhead]

Lilia - King Of The Hill

“Bow down before me!” 

Lilia paused with a hum. He had left the other juniors behind on the main street where they were nostalgically looking back on previous Bean Days. Lilia had thought it adorable to watch them laugh and tease each other, their cheeks still reddened from the day’s activities. It would be their last year on the campus, and it was shaping up to be a fine ending in Lilia’s opinion. 

The sun had dipped to the point of twilight though, and Lilia had excused himself to search for his wayward children. Beans Day or not, there were still classes in the morning. Sebek and Silver needed a good night's sleep after such a strenuous day of activity. 

The sounds of shouts and scuffling within the trees quickly detoured him from his path. He tempered his steps until he was practically gliding over the detritus littering the ground, not emitting a sound that would announce his arrival. He followed the excited noises to a small clearing not far into the woods. His perplexed frown stretched into a humorous grin. 

Six little freshmen plus one Ortho bounced around the clearing, and they had somehow all managed to find some type of bean camo gear. Yuu stood on top of a tree stump, a green and purple camo monster jacket slipping off one shoulder and the hood thrown over her head. Ortho hovered beside her, looking like he was having a grand time swinging his monster net to deflect incoming bean attacks from Grim, who frequently paused to adjust the farmer ammo vest devouring his tiny form. 

A boisterous laugh from Epel said he was having the same amount of fun in his monster gear as he clashed with Deuce, the Heartslabyul freshman grinning just as wildly under his farmer beret. Jack, still in his monster camo, stood off against Sebek, now fully decked out in farmer’s gear. He stood at full attention, with his shoulders thrown back and one arm thrust towards Yuu. “I will never bow to the likes of you, human!” 

One of Jack’s ears twitched. “You realize none of this is real, right?” 

“Real or pretend, to bow before anyone other than Malleus is a personal insult!” 

Yuu pointed back at him, the sleeve of her jacket covering her pointing finger. “Then suffer my monster army! Attack!” 

Epel tackled Deuce with renewed gusto, knocking the taller boy off his feet with a startled grunt. Lilia hummed in approval when Epel utilized the maneuvers Lilia had taught him, using his smaller size as an advantage instead of lamenting its weakness. Grim released a loud battle cry and charged at Ortho. Ortho swung his weapon, catching the small monster in its net. Ortho giggled and lifted the net high. “I caught an actual monster!” 

“Little did you know, that was this monster’s plan all along!” Grim popped over the rim of the net and pelted Ortho with a pawful of beans. Ortho cried as he was beaned directly in the face. “Take that! I told you you’d rue the day you underestimated the Great Grim!” 

Ortho carefully placed the net on the ground beside the tree stump before dramatically falling. He reached for Yuu, and his tone took on a warbling tune. “I’ve been beaned! I’m so sorry I failed you, Yuu!” 

Ortho “died” with a loud “Blergh!” that made Lilia giggle. Ortho’s eyes briefly snapped to his hiding spot, but he placed a single finger over his grinning lips and winked. Ortho’s eyes creased with a smile before he squeezed them shut. 

Yuu jumped from her tree stump with a dramatic cry. She hugged Ortho’s limp body. “I shall avenge your death, my one and only adorable sidekick!” Ortho broke character to giggle at Grim’s offended Hey! Yuu pulled a length of rope from the pocket of her camo jacket and swung it towards Grim. “Take that!” 

Grim yelped with honest surprise when the rope twined around him. He waddled a few steps away in the enchanted rope before falling on his side. His back legs kicked in the air. “No fair! We said we weren’t using the enchanted items.” 

“That was before you took the life of my adopted son!” Ortho couldn’t keep up his act thanks to his constant giggling, so he leaned against Yuu’s shoulder. “Think about your actions, Grim.” 

“I’m starting to rethink a lot of things!” 

A cry from Sebek drew Lilia’s eyes back to him and Jack. Jack grunted in his grappling standoff with Sebek. Lilia could see the genuine shock on Jack’s face when Sebek dominated their confrontation. Sebek jostled Jack into the right position and with a mighty roar tossed the other freshman over his shoulder. Jack landed on his back with a startled grunt, an expression of dazed confusion blanketing his face. Sebek laughed above him. “Have I not told you I train daily for the moment I become Lord Malleus’s devoted guard? None of you can comprehend the sheer determination that pushes me—.” 

Lilia was proud of Sebek’s growth. He had trained both Sebek and Silver himself after all, and he didn’t think it a bit egocentric to pat himself on the back for their successes. Unfortunately, he would need to revisit their lessons on keeping an awareness of their surroundings because it didn’t take much effort on Yuu’s part to sling another length of enchanted rope towards Sebek and ensnare him. Sebek fell face down into the dirt beside the still stunned Jack, his passionate protests muffled in the grass. 

Yuu glanced in the direction of Deuce and Epel. Epel now rode Deuce’s shoulders with a sharp-toothed smirk at the steadily escalating rise of Deuce’s voice. Lilia thought the boy would be a force to be reckoned with if Vil ever managed to temper the quick fuse that ignited and stole all forethought from the boy. 

Yuu turned away from them without a single attempt to save either and climbed back onto her stump. She threw her arms above her head and cackled with an impressive amount of wickedness. “I am the king of this hill! Bow before my might!” 

Yuu barely got another cackle out before she was tackled from behind. Lilia tipped his head as the orange and white camo of Ace’s farmer jacket tangled with Yuu's monster jacket. What a turn of events! Lilia had imagined the missing Ace had been his way of showing his lack of enthusiasm for their childish games. Lilia had become laxer during his stay at Night Raven College than he realized. Had he been more thorough with his initial scan of the area, he would have easily spotted Ace hiding out in the bushes at the edge of the clearing. 

The two of them tussled with each other for domination, rolling across the ground and kicking up clods of dirt and grass. At one point, Ace leered down over Yuu and shoved a fist into her face. “Eat beans!” 

Lilia belatedly realized the fist was full of beans when Yuu nipped at Ace’s knuckles. “You shove your own beans down your throat!” 

“Hey! Watch it with the teeth!” 

They both gamely rolled along the ground, tripping Deuce and Epel in their journey. Jack, having regained his bearings, sat up and watched them with a wide grin and wagging tail. Ortho perched himself on the tree stump and kicked out his legs. “For someone who acted so against the idea of playing a game of King of the Hill, Ace sure has changed his tune.” 

Grim huffed and wiggled out of the ropes Ortho had loosened for him. “Yuu’s lost her mind. Who knew slapping monster bean camo on her would make her into such a villain?” 

Jack’s tail wagged harder. “She’s not a villain. She’s just got a competitive spirit.” 

“Release me from my bonds!” 

Lilia snickered when Jack casually pushed Sebek’s face into the grass. Yuu and Ace rolled around for several more minutes, each one taking the advantage before abruptly losing it. Epel and Deuce abandoned their tussle after being steamrolled by the two and watched with the same fascination as the others. Ace had somehow rolled out of his camo jacket, and Lilia could have sworn he saw Yuu’s hairclip go flying through the air. Lilia watched with anticipation to see who would come out victorious. 

In the end, neither won. 

Lilia’s ears caught the familiar sound of a bean rifle. A second later, Ace jerked upright from where he grappled on top of Yuu. His hand slapped the back of his neck where an almost indiscernible bean had pegged him. “What the—!” 

“No one told me we were going another round~.” 

“I assume the rules remain relatively the same?” 

The foliage on the opposite side of the clearing from where Lilia hid parted between the Leech brothers. Floyd grinned as he twirled one of the dual bean launchers by the trigger. Jade smiled, a bean rifle strapped to his shoulder. Lilia was somewhat surprised when the bushes continued to part as Silver, Kalim, and Jamil followed them. Riddle and Azul must have retired to the dorms, neither of them likely interested in exerting more physical fortitude than they had already shown today. 

Lilia smiled as the sophomores joined the game. Kalim laughed when Deuce gave him an extra farmer’s vest to wear. Silver freed Sebek from the ropes, much to Sebek’s stuttering protest. Floyd cackled as he joined Ortho on the stump, listening with undivided attention as Ortho explained the game to him. 

Jade grinned next to Jamil while the latter helped both Ace and Yuu off the ground. Lilia was pleased to see even a small smile on Jamil’s face though he tried to hide it with a stern frown. “If I had known you were asking for my camo jacket to roll around in the dirt like a child, I would have thought twice before lending it to you.”  

Yuu rolled her eyes towards the sky. “And what were you planning on doing with it, huh? Just give it back to Coach Vargas?” 

“Did you have to peg me with a bean like that?” Ace grouched. He still rubbed the spot on the back of his neck while he glowered at Jade. “That thing’s meant for long distance targets.” 

Jade’s grin never faltered. “I’m afraid you have the wrong twin. Floyd was the one who shot you.” 

Ace snorted. “Yeah, right. Did you forget I'm in the Basketball Club with him? If it had been Floyd, he would have run over here bragging about making the shot.” 

Jade covered his smile with the tips of his fingers. “You know my brother quite well.” 

“You’re not even gonna try to deny it now?” 

“I fail to see what it is I'm meant to deny.” 

“Jamil!” Kalim shouted next to Deuce. He waved enthusiastically even after gaining his vice housewarden’s attention. “Can we play a round of King of the Hill? It sounds like fun!” 

Jamil released a long, drawn sigh. “Don’t you think it best to retire back to the dorm like Azul and Riddle did?” 

“But I was so busy making the lunch you prepared for everyone today that I didn’t really get to play!” 

Lilia snickered as the vice housewarden’s plan came back to nip him in the rear. Jamil knew it too if the resignation in his lidded stare said anything. “Fine. But we need to return to the dorm after one round.” 

Kalim’s cheer was muffled by a camo jacket landing on his head. Ortho giggled from his perch on Floyd’s shoulders. Floyd grinned. “I’m playing the monster this time. You better run, li’l farmers. I’m coming for you first, Sealie~.” 

Grim yipped and sprinted over to Deuce and Kalim. Epel grinned with an enthusiastic fist bump. “We’re gonna dominate this hill!” 

“Perhaps I should remind you who was on the losing team today.” Jade slung his rifle off his shoulder to grip it properly. “Floyd is easily distractable.” 

Floyd’s cackle abruptly silenced. “I don’t like how you’re talking right now, Jade.” 

“Case in point.” 

“Silver!” Sebek’s shout drew Lilia’s attention back to them. Silver started out of his apparent doze and blinked at Sebek. “Were you not assigned to guard Malleus?” 

Silver’s eyebrows drew together. “Lilia insisted on the duty after their rivalry today. I believe he and Malleus joined the others in their classes for an afterparty celebration. Perhaps they would enjoy an invitation to this game as well.” 

Lilia grinned at Sebek’s huffing protest of them being too refined to join a child’s game. He directed his grin to his left. “Well? Is it too childish for us to join?” 

Malleus didn’t appear shocked when Lilia addressed him. The prince had tried very hard to sneak up on him, but Lilia had sensed his presence quickly. Malleus may have been stronger in both magic and physical prowess, but Lilia possessed the experience that evenly balanced them out and often pushed Lilia ahead. As he had once more exhibited to Malleus earlier. 

Malleus shook his head, making Lilia emit a slightly disappointed huff. The young prince watched the group of lowerclassmen divide themselves into teams and circle the lone tree stump. “As much as I would enjoy playing with them, I am afraid this is not for my benefit. I was beginning to worry he was not bonding with his fellow classmates.” 

Lilia’s eyes darted to Sebek without needing clarification. Sebek still addressed Silver on the subject of their whereabouts. The moment Yuu declared the game beginning, Sebek dropped the topic and charged Jack. Jack clearly anticipated Sebek’s intentions and ducked away instead of being caught in another grappling match. Floyd was drawn to them like a bug to a bright light, and he cackled the whole time he attempted to bait one of them into tackling him. 

Lilia grinned. “Sebek will be fine! Both of them will be. They’re dedicated little retainers, but I believe it will do them good to have the opportunity to explore themselves in our absence.” Malleus hummed in agreement. “That being said, it wouldn’t be too detrimental for us to join.” 

Malleus simply shook his head. “I would rather not ruin the fun with my presence.” 

Lilia frowned at the offhanded self-derision. He didn’t try to sound like Malleus’s fellow classmate when he said, “Malleus. I thought we both agreed this small group has become—.” 

“My apologies for how that may have sounded.” When Malleus turned to him, it was with a small smirk. “I meant only that my presence would force both Sebek and Silver to focus their efforts on protecting me.” 

Lilia snickered with a sudden wave of understanding. Sebek’s enthusiasm to protect his lord would all but guarantee he’d be pelted with both beans and monster weapons. Silver would be more subtle, but still, what was the fun in participating knowing you were being handicapped by both teammates and enemies. “I see. Well, that changes everything. I suppose we will have to sit out this one game and allow the children to have their fun.” 

Malleus nodded. They turned their attention back to the young ones just in time for Yuu to launch herself onto the top of the stump. Her jacket was a bit more worn at this point and heavily slipping down one side. She didn’t appear at all inhibited by the bulky clothing as she threw her arms into the air. “Bow before me, peasants!” 

Lilia giggled along with her and watched her defend her throne from both farmers and monsters. 

[dearstvckyx]

Flufftober | 10.08 |

Pumpkin Picking - Ethan Edwards

The crisp autumn air danced around Emily as she pulled her cozy sweater closer, it was that perfect fall day—sunny, but cool enough to warrant a warm drink and layers. With a wide grin and an adventurous spirit, she made her way across the field towards the pumpkin patch where she’d be meeting her boyfriend, Ethan Edwards.

Ethan, the charming but playful Michigan hockey player, had promised a day filled with laughter and good times. The thought of being out in the cool weather, surrounded by orange pumpkins and gorgeous fall foliage, made her heart flutter with excitement.

As she approached the lively scene, she spotted Ethan, his tall frame easily recognizable against the background of golden, orange, and green. He was trying to lift a massive pumpkin, struggling to even budge it, his brow furrowed in concentration. Despite the sight, she couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute he looked, determined yet comically mismatched with the hefty gourd.

“Need some help there, my strong hockey player?” Emily called out, her laughter ringing like chimes in the wind.

Ethan looked up, a grin breaking across his face as he realized she was watching. “A little assistance wouldn’t hurt! It’s like this pumpkin has a personal vendetta against me!”

Emily jogged over, her brown boots crunching the small, dead leaves on the ground. “Let me give it a try!” She bent down, putting both her arms on the pumpkin, and with a grunt, she managed to lift it just a few inches.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, pretending to be impressed. “Wow, strong girl!” He moved in beside her, and together they managed to hoist the pumpkin up and carry it closer to the wagon. The slight leaning weight of the pumpkin combined with their laughter made the task feel effortless.

Once they dropped the pumpkin onto the pile, Emily brushed her hands off and flourished them like she had just completed a tough athletic competition. “Victory!” she exclaimed, and Ethan responded by pulling her into a side hug, planting a playful peck on her cheek.

They wandered deeper into the patch, hand in hand. Bright pumpkins lined the rows, their colors ranging from burnt orange to deep green, some mismatched and others perfectly circular. As they strolled, Emily pretended to be an expert pumpkin critic, lifting pumpkins and giving them silly ratings.

“Ooh, this one has great height but lacks personality,” she said, holding a tall, somewhat lopsided pumpkin before dramatically tossing it aside.

Ethan doubled over with laughter. “Its personality isn’t great, but I think you just hurt its feelings!”

She rolled her eyes, a grin spreading across her face. “Don’t you dare bring feelings into this! It’s all about the aesthetics!”

Suddenly, an idea sparked in her mind. “I know! Let’s pick pumpkins and carve them tonight! We can make scary faces or funny ones!”

“That sounds awesome! And just to warn you, my pumpkin carving skills are superior,” Ethan joked, puffing out his chest as if preparing for a competition.

“What are you challenging me?” she teased back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Bring it on, Edwards!”

As the sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over the field, they finally settled on an assortment of pumpkins—each perfectly unique, just like them. But the best part of the day was when Ethan spotted a tiny, malformed pumpkin that looked like it was still smiling despite its odd shape.

“Em! Look at this little guy!” he said, crouching down to pick it up gently.

Emily burst into laughter. “Oh my gosh, that’s adorable! It’s like the underdog of pumpkins!”

Ethan held it close to his heart. “We’re definitely taking this home. He deserves a chance!”

They made their way to the checkout, laughing and tossing ideas back and forth for their pumpkin carving that evening. Once they paid for their pumpkins, Ethan insisted on carrying the larger pumpkin, while Emily handled the smaller ones, her spirit light with joy.

As they headed back to the car, Ethan stopped suddenly, a sparkle in his eye. “I have a surprise for you,” he said, pulling Emily toward a nearby stand.

“What it is?" she asked, tilting her head with curiosity

He pointed to a stall filled with freshly made caramel apples, glistening in the warm hues of the twilight. “I thought we needed a sweet treat to celebrate our hard work!”

She beamed up at him. “You know me too well!” After grabbing two caramel apples—one topped with nuts and the other drizzled with chocolate—they made their way back to the car, hand in hand.

As they drove back home, the laughter they shared over ridiculous pumpkin ideas filled the car with warmth, paralleling the vibrant palette of fall all around them. That night, as they carved their pumpkins—Ethan struggling to maintain a serious face while Emily made silly faces—it became clear that they were making memories that would last far beyond the season.

Sure, the pumpkins would eventually rot, but their time spent together—filled with love, laughter, and some friendly competition—would last forever. And that was what autumn was truly all about.

[cyeli-no]

Headcanon: Cyno's Hugs (pt. 2) [Cyno Relationships]

Originally had a thought of Al-Haitham hugging Cyno after his missions because he can finally relax and feel completely safe— But I think Dehya gives Cyno the best hugs, no one can tell me otherwise.

So putting pause on that to talk about Cyno's friends and how they hug him.

Linked Posts: How Cyno likes hugs (pt. 1)

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My personal opinion is he leans into Dehya's hugs the most. She has always been more physically affectionate than others are around him, which made him grow accustomed to her warm touch faster. He leans into her side when they walk or She runs hot like the desert, but she is firm and always holds him steady. Cyno is heavier than he appears and his sudden weight can make people stumble. But Dehya never does. In fact, even if he trips and falls against her, she won’t even move and just laughs as she lifts him back up. It is like she is always ready to catch him and hold him, and she always will.

He is also very comfortable around Tighnari since they are best friends and his tail always curls around Cyno. It's a habit, now, for his tail to wrap around Cyno to protect him and hide him from eyes of people who hope to see him weak. His archer arms will tighten their hold to ground Cyno back to reality whenever his mind begins to wander away. It happens more often than they'll admit and sometimes Tighnari will take off his gloves so Cyno can feel the pads of his fingers. Tighnari does everything in his power to make sure Cyno feels safe and he always has.

Al-Haitham is the exact opposite of them. He isn't wrong to call himself a feeble scholar, always the one who needs to brace himself or take a step back to make sure they don't trip (unlike Dehya). He also doesn't have arms strong enough to tie down the General Mahamatra (unlike Tighnari). He runs cold and is not overly affectionate. But when he hugs Cyno? He lets Cyno bury his face into his chest, wraps his arms around his head to keep him close in case the man starts to have second thoughts. He doesn't care what others think or say about him, but he knows how it affects Cyno (especially since people always seem to scrutinize him over every little thing). So, he will make sure his coat covers him completely without suffocating him. Cyno doesn't really have a reason for hugging Al-Haitham (Dehya invites it and Tighnari expects it). Despite that, he finds his way into Al-Haitham's arms and is always welcomed into them. Al-Haitham's hugs don't have the intention to, but it reminds Cyno that the Akademiya can also be another home; there are people there who cherish him and Al-Haitham certainly does.

When he hugs Lisa, he feels like she wants to smother him (lovingly). Cyno finds comfort in how tight she squeezes him and presses him to her collarbone. She is so gentle with him, resting her cheek on his head and occasionally pressing a kiss against his hair. Where most of the others do not vocalize their thoughts, Lisa continues to whisper loving words, promises of his importance, and general adoration for her precious little brother. She teaches him of a love that transcends distance, never asked for but always freely given.

Candace does not hug him often, usually a brief and reassuring touch. She will throw her arm around his shoulder or let him lean against her when his exhaustion is too high. It is part of her consideration over him. When she finds him in the desert, he is high-strung, stressed, or hurt. And, more than anyone else, she intrinsically understands his responsibilities. So, just as he is with her, she is careful around all his bruises and aches, alleviating the burden that threaten to bury him under the floor. Even if it isn't often, she stands at the entrance of Aaru Village to welcome him and offer her unwavering comfort and firm support.

[mythicalartistx]

Soriku in Novels Part 3 - Fighting Together

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Part 5

"Are you okay?" asked Riku.

"Yeah! Actually this is kinda fun!" Sora grinned as he got up again and readied the Keyblade. Of course, he knew this was a battle for the fate of the worlds, but fighting something big and ferocious with Riku beside him— it brightened his spirits. And knowing that Riku felt the same way made him especially glad.

The bolded portion I just love. It was fun because he could do it with Riku. They're so precious. They're each other's precious person.

"We got ‘im!" Sora jumped back to the glider and threw his arms around Riku's neck.

"Ack!" The momentum from Sora's hug knock Riku into he control stick, and the glider spin around.

Awww, they're so cute. They are hugging because they think it's over is so adorable. And he so surprised that he accidentally caused the glider to spin. ASHSHHSHSHSK

The next part is the Xemnas fight,

Sora stiffened, expecting a terrible blow, but then— Riku was on his feet. He shoved Sora out of range.

"Riku...!" Sora cried. In saving him, Riku had taken a direct hit from the Ethereal Blade to his own back.

"Sora!" he called.

Sora leaned in his direction and as he passed close, Riku handed off Way to the Dawn— his own Keyblade.

With each Keyblade in hand, Sora charged at Xemnas. "How about this?!"

Xemnas was knocked aloft and flipped through the air.

"Riku!" Sora landed next to him and lifted Way to the Dawn. Riku's hand close around it— they both held it together.

This is just a precious moment, he protects him from getting hit and take the hit himself despite having previous injuries. He literally got up from being on the ground and pushed Sora away and protected him 🥺🥺🥺

Then they both use Way to the Dawn to finish Xemnas off.

"Sora grinned at him. "We can beat ‘em together!"

Right. We'll be okay together. Whatever's waiting for us, we can get through it now that Riku's back.

How many times have I taken down Nobodies like this? But I usually had Donald and Goofy with me.. Oh, and sometimes Axel too. But now I have Riku. And if I'm fighting besides Riku, we're going to be okay, Sora thought firmly.

That is so precious that as long as he is fighting against Riku, he knows they'll be alright. Again my statement stands of him believing they're way more stronger with the other compared rather than anyone else.

Where could Xemnas have taken him..?

Dread sat heavy in his chest, choking him, but Riku kept calling out.

Just when we finally found each other and I was able to turn back into my real self...

Sora, you can't leave me now...

As Riku started sinking into despair, Sora materialized in the middle of the party, spawled on the ground as if he'd fallen from somewhere.

"Sora!"

This is so sad, so precious. He felt so sad and dreadful that Sora was missing and something could have happened to him especially after he spent a year watching him sleep. I'm not sure when this takes place, but I know it's during one of the Xemnas fights maybe when all the others are fighting too?

There has to be a way out. I'm not giving up, Sora told himself. I haven't given up yet. I'm going back to Destiny Island with Riku.

"Sora?" Riku said softly. The name of his best friend, who he was leaning on. Literally.

"Yeah?" Sora's smile was untroubled.

"You lead." He looked ahead, too.

This is just so precious, he wants them to return together. I love the phrasing of the bolded section.

He had never imagined that just being with Riku — fighting alongside him— would give him so much strength. He'd hoped and wished that he would be able to reunite with Riku and have him as an ally, and yet he hadn't expected that desire to come true. Riku didn't look like himself now— but it didn't matter. Sora was so glad to be near him again.

"Let's go!" A little bashful for some reason, he broke into a run.

This is when Riku still is in his Ansem form, and Again and again is Sora just happy to fight by his side. It GIVES HIM STRENGTH. He always wanted him as an ally. HE WISHED AND IS SO HAPPY IT'S TRUE. It's so cute. And Sora doesn't care about his appearance, Riku is his friend no matter what. Also Sora... there's a reason why you're bashful. It's cause he's happy to fight alongside him... and he likes Riku.

Someone needs to tell him the existence of gay people.

Also the next part will probably have more of the other novels, I just wanted to get 2 out of the way since it has SO MANY CUTE SCENES.

I might have other moments of 2 in some of the others if I find a thing I forgot, but probably won't...

[jekyllnahyena]

Give me more SW throuple Ghoag (the name is hideous yes but idk what else to call GhostxSoapxReg

GHOAG THAT IS PERFECT I CAN'T-

aight, gonna start with just small fun facts >:D

Ghost really likes showing off for his partners. we know that motherfucker is confident, but he likes it even more when he physically lifts his sparring opponent up to slam him into the ground while Soap and Reg watch in the sidelines going ‘yeah. that beautiful and terrifying man? that’s ours’. Soap has wolf whistled at several points and Ghost will throw him a middle finger but he really enjoys the confirmation. 

Reg and Soap have also experimented on how to make Ghost flustered. The best one yet was that they simply told him that they love him and want to do mundane things with him, like cooking and laundry and wanna wake up in the morning and see his face and beautiful eyes. he got very quiet and tried to walk away but was stopped by an also flustered Reg hugging him close while he hid his face and going ‘No no no no no, Cyare, pls, no, that was so adorable :’)’. Soap, meanwhile, almost died of laughter before covering him with kisses.

Soap really enjoys small routines. they have firmly set movie nights and will try to get together, even if it’s only over their coms, and they all try to catch each other to at least say good night and the like. it’s as much a confirmation that they’re all still kicking as it is a simple comfort. Johnny worries the most about the other two, which is ridiculous because he, as Reg has pointed out, has fought a fuckin tank with a goddamn rifle. 

he won, but still. 

Reg and Soap are the one that do the whole ‘let’s go on dates!’ thing and Reg specifically enjoys trying out new things. they love when Ghost comes along, but understand if he wouldn’t want to. He always does, though he had moments of slight awkwardness because both Soap and Reg decided to pick out outfits and be a bit fancy while this motherfucker pulled up in his military fatigues and a hoodie. both told him that is absolutely fine, they love him very much, now let’s go and get some ice cream. it’s kinda hilarious to see Ghost be out of his depth. he’s since made it a point to always keep a clean pair of boots around at least.

i’m putting more on the history side under the cut because jesus, this got long-

the whole thing started between Ghost and Reg to be honest. For all that she’s a pretty awkward person off the field, her anger is absolutely blistering and terrifying. she and Ghost had a, lets say, disagreement that became physical and then Physical. It evolved into muted discussions at night and on balconies where they smoked and spoke of a past neither could ever return to. It was a weirdly solemn thing, both people of grays and misty mornings. Which is why they both returned to Johnny. It didn’t take them long to figure out how much he means to them and the other, or how much he just fuckin brightens everything. It took them one very drunken night where Reg stared at him in awe while talking bout how pretty his eyes are while Ghost just rested his head on Johnny’s shoulder as he pulled him closer. It got the message across. He, very much in the know that those two had something going on, kept quiet bout it but in that self-sacrificing way and tried to convince himself that he just wants them to be happy before those two completely blind-sided him that night.

It honestly just kinda went on from then.

now, because how they married was spectacularly dramatic. And Ghost was the one that proposed. in a way. Reg, to make this understandable, is a mando in star wars.

Reg and Soap were cornered on a mission and it looked bad. like, ‘i dont think we’re going to make it’ bad. they were on the channel with Ghost the whole time, who was very frantically trying to get to them aka fucking mowing down people and it’s the most panicked anyone’s ever heard them. 

And he screamed something along the lines of ‘don’t you fucking dare die here! you’re coming home, we’re all coming home! i love you two and i want you in my life forever, i can’t do this again!’ and Soap, in all his glory asked if he just fucking proposed to which a very frantic Ghost screamed ‘bloody fucking hell, YES!’ and then Reg kinda went. ‘ok, we could do that right now.’ and then they did. Both Reg and Soap ended up in the hospital for a few days, knocked out for a good part of it, while Ghost stayed by their side the whole time. When they all finally woke up, they immediately squished together into one bed with Simon in the middle who just started silently weeping into which the other two joined in. they spent the rest of the day just lying together and cuddling and making plans on how to go about stuff now. very little and everything changed that day

[chocoblep]

#6: A Long Day

It had been a long day, and by the time Shev returned home from his latest job it was just past the normal dinner hour. He’d pearled Anzhi to let him know that he’d be late, but he wasn’t entirely sure how late, and his husband had agreed to hold off on getting dinner ready until he made it home. And so, when he stepped through the front door and found Kismet and Anzhi lounging on the couch and reading, he wasn’t surprised. They both looked up, Kismet smiling and Anzhi wriggling off the couch to come around it and envelop him in a hug.

“Welcome home, Silvertongue,” Anzhi crooned, rising onto his toes to press a kiss to Shev’s cheek before flitting away. “We prepped everything, but didn’t throw it in the oven yet, so I will go and do that now.”

Shev smiled. “Hope I didn’t hold everythin’ up too much.”

“You didn’t!” Anzhi called as he traipsed down the stairs. 

Kismet rose to his feet and came over to where Shev was lifting his bag from his shoulder, taking it from him. “Go hop in the shower, sweetheart, you’re filthy. We’ll have dinner ready by the time you’re out.”

Shev barked a laugh. “Straight t’the point, I see!”

“Would you have it any other way?”

“Nah.” Shev leaned over and pressed his lips to the top of Kismet’s head. “Thanks.” And then he was leading the way down the stairs and popping into the bathroom.

It wasn’t particularly big, the space dwarfed by the large tub near the back and lined with a counter on one side and a small armoire on the right. He snagged a towel out of the latter, disrobed, and then stepped into the tub, fiddling with the valves on the shower to turn it on and yelping when the water that hit him in the face was ice cold. He immediately stepped out of the flow, waiting for the water to heat.

It had been a long day, but not a bad day. He’d gotten to work with a few old friends from his early mercenary days, caught up with one of the former gladiators that fought with and against him on the Bloodsands, and made a little Miqo’te girl smile when he’d given her a bit of sea glass he’d found on the beach earlier that afternoon. As far as jobs went, he wasn’t complaining, but there was still a part of him that was melancholy. 

It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy; he absolutely was. He had a husband who adored him, and another… well, partner, he supposed, who also cared for him a good deal. He could choose which jobs he accepted because they weren’t hurting monetarily, and Kismet’s island resort was beginning to gain ground. But there was something he’d been feeling the loss of keenly, and that was his bi-monthly Sixday nights. 

Ever since The Warded Ring had closed, he’d been trying to fill that void with other things, but nothing really seemed to scratch the itch that fighting all out with another person did. It wasn’t that fight clubs were few and far between… He just liked the assurance that he wouldn’t kill his opponent or be too maimed to do his job the next day, and the shields at the Ring had afforded him that sense of security.

He spent his shower thinking about alternative outlets that he could employ to get that same result, but by the time he stepped out of the bathroom, freshly washed and re-dressed, he hadn’t come up with anything else.

“What’s wrong?” Anzhi asked immediately when he saw his face.

“Nothin’,” Shev answered. “Was just thinkin’ abou’ Ring.”

Anzhi and Kismet looked at each other before Kismet spoke. “I know Nightingale House is going through a remodel, but they’re going to keep one of the mats, at least. I’d be happy to go against you anytime. And I’m willing to bet Anzhi’d be more than happy to watch us sweat.”

“Oh, you know me so well,” Anzhi said with a grin, moving to pull dinner out of the oven.

Shev’s stomach growled. “Aye, I’d like tha’. It’s just a bittersweet thing, y’know?”

“Understandable. It was your baby,” Anzhi said, and then Kismet reached up to give him a squeeze on the shoulder.

“Maybe we can do a date night on those nights. Make new memories that are just as good.”

“I’d like that, too,” Shev said, and moved to go grab plates. They set the table and ate, and later relaxed upstairs in the living room while they practiced various idle-time hobbies for a quiet few hours.

Today had been a long day, but it hadn’t been a bad day.

[un-love]

seventeen and types of hugs

'97, '98, '99

warnings: none

[purely fictional]

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'95

☽ ︎seungcheol

ecstatic, lifting you off the ground, falling into each others' arms because no one else exists outside this bubble created by the two of you. these hugs are pure, child like and would probably last all day if it were up to you but y'all together with stars in your eyes? a public hazard. his arm firm around your hips as your foreheads touch, you can't stop smiling.

☽ jeonghan

when the heart breaks, it needs warmth and chocolate filled desserts to be put back together. jeonghan's hugs are a safe haven. his hand finds the back of your head as you let yourself fall against his chest. back rubs and whispers of “it's going to be okay”. and you really believe that. it is going to be okay as long as he holds you like this.

☽ joshua

when you hug someone for the first time, and you don't quite fit. arms outstretched at an awkward angle, trying to find your footing. momentary hugs that last way shorter than you wanted them to, giggling when you step on each other's foot while pulling back.

'96

☽ jun

he's successfully pissed you off on a bad day and now he doesn't know what to do with himself. you won't look at him and he was never the best with words. three taps on your shoulder and he pulls you in when you turn around. just close enough that you know he's sorry.

[alternatively, sneaking an arm around your shoulder and kissing the top of your head when he sees you engrossed in work, melting into your laptop. definitely ruffles your hair]

☽ hoshi

a sudden rush of love. you know when you need to touch the other person because you feel physically incapable of containing the adoration you feel for them in that moment? bear hugs which threaten to squeeze the life out of you. kisses both of your cheeks before pulling away. “i can't believe you're real”

☽ wonwoo

something electric flows through your veins when your fingertips brush against his arm. softly pulling each other closer and finding yourself melting into his touch. his hand meets your waist so delicately you wouldn't have noticed it was there if you weren't so hyper aware about his every move. i don't want to pull away but maybe i should? definitely the start of something more.

☽ woozi

nodding in acknowledgment of the other's existence when you see them at a work meeting. you're used to keeping your hands to yourself because your personal space is sacred. the occasional side hug where shoulders barely meet and fingers ghost over their upper arm. there are other ways to show affection.

[make-me-imagine]

Headcanons: Anniversaries with Maverick

Headcanons of how I think you and Pete would celebrate your anniversaries.

Pairing: Pete "Maverick" Mitchell x Gn!Reader

Scenario Request: Maverick Gives you a bear hug because it is your anniversary. (from TG scenario game) Requested By: @sarcasticsourwolf, I wasn't sure how to turn this into a fic or drabble, and then this popped into my head, so I decided to just include this as a small piece, I hope you like it~

Warnings: None~

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Pete loves an excuse to celebrate with you, so he always wants to do something fun and/or romantic on your anniversaries.

On the first year anniversary of your relationship, the two of you went out for a nice early dinner, before taking a ride on his motorcycle to watch the sunset. He surprised you with a promise ring, telling you, you were the only person he could imagine spending the rest of his life with.

Every anniversary after, you tried to start traditions. You'd always take time to watch the sunset together. You'd always get each other some form of gift that had a special meaning, or was referencing an inside joke.

One of his favorite running "jokes" or tradition, was surprising you with a giant bear hug, before lifting you off the ground and spinning you around, usually yelling out something embarrassing about how much he loves you.

He did this once in public, and you made him swear he'd never do it again. (He'd often joke/threaten too, but never did - he lied the way you'd panic for a moment thinking he was going to embarrass you)

Even if Pete was away on a mission or job, he would find a way to celebrate your anniversaries. If he happened to be gone during one, he would make sure to have flowers, and some sort of dessert delivered to you as a surprise.

He would also make sure to set aside some time to call you and talk. He'd remind you how much he loves and adores you and would promise to be home soon.

Pete would also tell you that he'd watch the sunset that evening and think of you. You promised to do the same.

He sent you a singing telegram once as a joke, because he'd knew you'd find it so awkward. He took screen shots of the messages you sent him and showed them to the others.

There was an occasion as well in which he was not supposed to be home for a while, but ended up coming back on your anniversary to surprise you. It was the best surprise yet.

UNTIL

Pete proposed to you on your fourth anniversary. In his mind, he was originally planning to propose on the fifth, but he couldn't wait any longer.

He proposed to you in the same exact spot where he gave you the promise ring on your first anniversary. This is also the same spot you took engagement photos (if that's your sort of thing).

You got married on the day of your fifth anniversary.

On your sixth anniversary, aka your first anniversary of marriage, you went on a trip to a bucket-list place (your choice).

He would often suggest doing big bucket lists things on your anniversaries. Bungee jumping, sky diving, scuba diving, shark diving, etc.

He would never force you to do them, but whichever ones you were interested in, he would always make sure to book himself to make sure you wouldn't back out.

You have a scrapbook dedicated solely to your anniversaries, because he always makes them into a fun event for the two of you to truly celebrate your happiness.

Each anniversary is a new adventure and new great memory.

xx End xx

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[yan-lorkai]

Can I request a headcanon or imagine, whichever you prefer really, where reader adores to cuddle and hug Floyd?

◕｡ A/N: Gosh I love Floyd. He was one of the first characters that I identified with when I started to see the translations of the game on youtube, he is very relatable. Thank you for making this request, anon! :3

◕｡ Warnings: Mention of punishments, aside from that this is just fluff ig

Squeezing things is Floyd's specialty. He just can't help himself and needs to express all of his feelings on something or someone, squeezing that person in a tight, hard-to-escape hug just because he thinks it's fun. Yet the person he likes to hug and squeeze the most is you and you make the best sounds, always screaming in surprise as he lifts you off the ground and spins you in the air, pinning your body against his chest as he starts to tell you how his day is going and everything that happened, not caring who you were talking to or what you were doing.

It could be inconvenient at times, but it's not like you care about it anymore. You just loved Floyd's impulsive way and his infectious laugh made you burst into laughter, you always let him hold you and squeeze you as long as it took for him to regain his mood and you loved those moments, even though people distanced themselves from you, afraid of being Floyd's next targets. His arms, the same arms used to squeeze the other students, gave you a sense of security and they were big enough to circle your entire waist. He's twice your height after all or not. 

Buddy, do you have 190 cm / 6 feet tall too?

And when you take the initiative and surprise him with surprise hugs, pecks on the cheek or hop on his back for a piggyback ride, he feels his heart skip a beat and he feels excited for the rest of the day. You are expressing affection to him, he loves affection! He loves you! And whenever you ask him to hug you and squeeze you, saying you love it? Floyd is ascending to the heavens, swimming in the sensation and heat your body against his provides as he smiles. 

You're a weird little shrimp asking him to squeeze you, but you're his weird little shrimp and only he can hug you, cuddle you, kiss you and hold your heart in his hands. And Floyd is so much happier when he's around you. Especially at night when he sneaks you into Octavinelle's dorm to sleep with him, I mean he needs to hear your voice, see your sleepy smile and finally feel that you're close to him to be able to calm down and rest at last.

All in all he loves your affections. But if you dare to be that affectionate with anyone other than him and maybe Jade, Floyd will have to squeeze you harder to teach you a lesson. Shrimp and eels stay together, don't think about swimming away alone.

[zukuist]

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬

“just really random mannerisms they like about you”

my 1.5k special

fandom/s: 僕のヘロアカデミア // boku no hero academia [bnha]

includes: several characters

your name is shortened to y/n, gender neutral!

side note: lol i’ve been gone for 22 days 💀 so sorry for the wait guys! it was finals week during the first half of the month. but now that i’m done with the 9th grade, i can post more! there’ll be more to come later this week

thank you all for 1.5k !!

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bakugō katsuki

— SPIN

when you do that cute little spin when you’re showing off your outfit for the day, especially before dates

he claims that he thinks it’s dumb, and that you should ‘knock it off’ or ‘quit fuckin’ spinning around like that’ but he actually thinks the opposite, believe it or not. he’ll still react like ‘🙄’ and smirk, like he’s going to make fun of you. however, if you look closely, that smirk of his is actually him smiling at you genuinely, and endearingly. i don’t think katsuki would be someone that would shower his s/o with presents constantly, especially with things like clothes (like.. you could just borrow his sweater, if you needed one) but! he finds himself buying you more clothes, just so you could sit him down, and do that little spin for him.

but, as to be expected of him, he’ll never outright admit that he finds it adorable. but maybe if you push the right buttons, the blond will admit it under his breath.

midoriya izuku

— GESTURING

when you start talking with your hands during conversations and debates.

usually, he’s the one that rambles, and you’re the listener. and though he’s very grateful that you’re his #1 listener, he also really enjoys returning the favor by listening to you too! especially when he gets to stare into those heavenly eyes of yours. but! how can he do that, if you’re the type to speak with your hands? there’s something about it that intrigues him to no end. izuku doesn’t point it out right away when he first notices, but he tends to stare at them like ‘👁👁👀👁👁’, not at all conscious of his own stare, and until someone, or something snaps him out of it. try not to tease him about it, he’s just so infatuated, it’s excruciating for everyone to witness.

he probably has this mannerism written somewhere in his notebook. it’s not at all creepy, but the fact that he thinks it’s important enough to be written in his notebook makes you happy.

todoroki shōto

— QUICK FIX

when you fix his hair, or appearance when he himself, doesn’t notice the disorganization

todoroki shōto is not a messy person. he’s organized, level-headed, and most of the time, he knows how to keep his appearance clean. but like everyone else, there’ll be that instance where he just.. doesn’t see it. and this is where you enter! he dislikes it a ton whenever people try to touch him, but when you do it, he really can’t find himself being angry about it, despite initially hating the idea of being touched without permission. if you’ll go out of your way to fix his appearance, he’ll be grateful! especially when you fix his hair, so his middle part is split nicely and perfectly.

of course, there are other things, like fixing his tie, and making sure that his collar is centered, and even smoothing down his eyebrows with your thumbs. sometimes, he’ll even mess up his appearance on purpose! he’s whipped.

kirishima eijirō

— SQUEAL

when you squeal whenever you’re surprised, and most especially when you see something you like and dislike

it actually does aid him a lot, in a weird sense. not sure if it’s because he finds these sounds helpful, or if he just finds those little squeals, and sounds of approval or disapproval adorable. it also helps him a lot, if you weren’t talkative in the first place. either way, it does help him navigate what you like or dislike. some may say it’s because it gives him an ego boost, or that eijirou gets a weird kick out of it, but it can’t be less genuine than this. whether if it would be a sound of adoration that escaped your lips when you received a post workout selfie, or if it would be a sound of disapproval when you feel the leftover hair gel in his scalp. either way, he finds it super adorable, 10/10.

but.. if you were to ask him, the faux red head would say that he liked your sounds of appreciation more than the ones of disapproval (duh). eijirou kirishima takes pride in making his s/o happy!

kaminari denki

— VICTORY DANCE

the victory dance you do whenever you accomplish, or win something

it’s actually quite iconic at this point. the first time denki witnessed it in person, he was elated, mesmerized. first of all, where did you get those moves? and second of all, do you know how attractive this actually is to him? at this point, he should pull out a camera every time you do your little ‘dancey dance’ because he would like to learn the dance itself. i don’t care if you think the moves are absurd or random, nah. absurd is out of the question, because denki will just admire you, as you danced cheerfully.

people will sometimes ask him “out of all of the things he could’ve found cute, he chose this?” and he’ll just be like “yep.” shamelessly.

shinsō hitoshi

— TOYING

when you start toying, or fiddling with his fingers out of nowhere

please, as if this man’s oblivious about his level of attractiveness. newsflash, he’s aware. he knows that some people like his hands, but in his honest opinion, hitoshi doesn’t know why. he doesn’t have a physical quirk, so he doesn’t need to rely on his hands 100% of the time. but that doesn’t mean that this habit of yours didn’t catch him by surprise. you even did it when you guys weren’t officially together so, he kind of just.. allowed you. so that’s how things are. you’d talk to someone, and your hands would reach to play with his fingers under the table, and when you were a bit nervous than usual, you’d do the same.

he didn’t have to ask you too much about this habit, raising a brow when you first did it, only to receive a sheepish look in return. either way, he finds this habit really cute, and he’ll even start offering you his hand.

amajiki tamaki

— GRASP

grasping onto his hand, especially when you’re anticipating something, or when you’re nervous

he’s usually the one that needed some form of encouragement, support, or comfort. it’s always been that way for him, and there’s a part of him that desperately wished that he just woke up with mirio’s personality. he wishes he could be stronger, and the timid soon-to-be hero wishes there was an instant remedy. which is why, tamaki loves this habit! yeah sure, it flustered him, reducing him to being beet red, and a stammering mess, but moving past the first touch, he adores it. i mean, he doesn’t know if there’s a way he could say it, without making it seem weird but.. it feels nice, knowing you’ll grab onto his hand for comfort.

it makes him feel.. strong. knowing that he’s the one that’s doing the comforting, and not the other way around like how it’s always been. even if not a lot of words are exchanged during these times.

monoma neito

— FOOT POP

when you go to give him a hug or a kiss, and your foot lifts off the ground

yeah, i’m kind of referencing the princess diaries here. but out of everything neito could find cute, this would be at the top. man didn’t notice it at first, because well.. he’s usually kissing you, too absorbed to even notice anything else. but when he realizes it when your foot pops at a little peck on the cheek, he’s proud, boastful like how he usually is. this habit is very dreamy to him, something straight out of a old romcom, or a fairytale. to him, a good kiss would also be defined by this habit. he’ll smirk, “ohoh, your foot did the foot pop! guess i’m that good” he wants to see more of this little habit (habit or not, he still wants to see it)

he’ll boast about this cute habit to everyone, especially when the chance to boast arises. “can you make your s/o’s foot pop?!” he’ll erupt in laughter, absolutely proud of himself despite everyone not really knowing what that even is

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