#he’s so stubborn

[samubytheocean]

Osamu body heat hcs

Osamu radiates so much body heat and he’s kind of self conscious about it, especially in the summer. He hesitates to pull you into his arms, because he himself already is burning. He sweats buckets, and it’s a little different from Atsumu because whereas his twin kind of forgets about the fact that he is drenched with sweat, Osamu will visibly be in a bad mood until he is able to take a shower.

He won’t give you hugs after working out, because he doesn’t want you to get uncomfortable. Doesn’t smell bad, because he’s so up in his head about it and does his best to take care of himself, but definitely thinks that he does. I feel like his big hands will be burning, not very sweaty, pretty dry and rough even, but like searing hot to the point he flinches when he touches your relatively cool skin. Builds the habit of randomly placing his hands on the back of your nape when you have your hair up or something, just to mess with you.

All that being said, you bet he’s the best human heater in the winter. Definitely the type of guy who will kick off the covers at night, unconsciously of course, then proceed to crawl on top of you in his sleep when you whine that it’s literally freezing. Also the type to handle cold really well but does terrible with heat. Doesn’t like his hair sticking to his face with sweat, that’s one of the reasons why he liked volleyball so much, because it’s an indoor sport and there’s always ac on.

He will absolutely drive you insane about how he is so fixed on not wearing a coat or a jacket in the middle of winter. He already has a sweater on, and yes it took much convincing to put that on as well because he claimed that his hoodie would be just enough. Also he would take it off, even in a snowstorm, with just the thinnest shirt underneath, if you said you were cold. Not even trying to be a gentleman for you. Just takes it off and puts it on you, asks you if it smells okay, smirks a little at you blinking at him so puzzled about how the hell is this guy not freezing to death, rubs your cheek and say that the sweater seems a little big on you. and proceeds whatever he was doing, in just a shirt, in the middle of December.

Says it was getting hot anyway in the most dead pan face ever, you can’t tell if he’s being ironic. (He really isn’t, and he’s acting even more satire just to mess with you.) What makes you so messed up is that he does not get sick. In any shape or form, it’s pretty impossible for him to catch a cold. He does get migraines when he’s outside for too long, but pretends to not have them just to prove that he does not need another layer. Menace.

Works well for you in some ways in the summer though. Would refuse to put on clothes in the house. Just boxers, and maybe basketball shorts if you’re begging. Maybe. Would argue that he’s doing you a favor, giving you some smexy show for nothing, and yeah you do appreciate the sculpted back and thigh muscles maxed out now with those delicious little bits of fat on full display, only if he wasn’t a complete jerk with the ac settings.

Yeah definitely seems like the guy to unironically hide the controller and actually sulk when you turn the settings down. (Atsumu comes in again here. Anyone with siblings knows what it’s like with the ac settings. Old habits.) It’s always freezing at your house, especially if you come back from work you swear that he is the main reason for global warming (affectionate). He really does try for you, turning it a little higher few minutes before you get home, but secretly loves the way your small frame scrunches up from the chills and huddles up to him, body sticking to him for some warmth. He has always hated how he radiated so much heat, but with your bickering and cuddles, he’s beginning to think that maybe, it was like that all along for a sweet reason. (he’s annoying but he adores u)

[frogaroundandfindout]

Alfred tells dick that the bullets contained fear toxin and tells him to come back to the manor before it takes effect. Dick says he doesn’t have time for fear because the safe house Carol’s in has been breached. Upon his arrival he sees Gotham’s rogues all gathered (Nightwing Vol.2 #148)

[wutheringmights]

Things that make me sad sad:

Time not being able to see Spirit again after the shit show when he was a child.

Imagine leaving so abruptly that you have to spend the next 20 years with no closure, only to suddenly reunite with the perpetrator of all that trauma except you can’t even ask him what happened without revealing yourself to him so you spend over a year having old wounds picked at with no real hope for resolution

[avastyetwats]

"Go to bed. That's an order." (for Izzy)

Izzy had his eyes closed while leaning against the railing of the ship, enjoying the cold air on his face even though he really shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t even be outside considering how sick he’s been the past few days. He’s even had to miss a raid because of whatever the fuck he had. Coughing, sneezing, body aches, and a far shorter temper than usual only because he hated being sick. He hated being unable to do what he enjoyed doing, hated having any limitations. It was a fucking nightmare.

He should be resting, but to no one’s surprise here he was, outside in the cold air, prolonging his recovery. But he at least felt a little better than he did yesterday or the day before, but not well enough to move around as much as he was. And it absolutely irritated the fuck out of him when people suggested he rest or that he shouldn’t be outside or out of bed or whatever the fuck else. He knew it was because they cared - or maybe they just wanted him the fuck away for a while - but he didn’t like being babied…

Or so he claimed.

The voice of his Captain breaks Izzy from his thoughts, pulling him out of his comfortable daze, just to order him to bed. “Oh, fuck—“ A rough sneeze interrupts his words, then two more follow, ending with a wet cough. “…off.” He finished with a sniffle, groaning in both annoyance and discomfort as he turns to look at his Captain, his eyes looking heavy, his nose red, hair a mess. He just looked a mess. “‘m fine. Had enough rest. Been restin’ all day.” A partial lie. He tried, he really did, but he was tired of just resting. So here he was outside, hiding at the back of the ship, but of course, not for long. Because if someone had to find him, it would be his captain. “Feelin’ better than I did yesterday.” Which wasn’t exactly a lie because he did, but just barely. “You probably shouldn’t stand to close to me. Might give you this shit.”

[sevrinve]

bedtime

[itsdabatt]

welcome to my Little Red Hood AU (where Jason doesn’t go through super puberty and the consequences of having stunted growth and still trying to be an intimidating crime lord)

In which the bats see a 5’4 crime lord and wonder who left their angry child unattended

The design is heavily Inspired by Juni Ba’s Boy wonder red hood who is the shortest of the older boys i was so delighted to see it and i desperately needed more. I also made him look a little more like how he did when he died :]

[choccy-milky]

sometimes you gotta lure your overly-studious ravenclaw gf into spending time with you 🥰 📚 ( from 'Every Teardrop is a Waterfall' by Kat_12739 on ao3, GO READ IT!!! the first story is about seb falling sick and still pushing himself/not admitting he's sick until he ends up in the hospital, the second story is about the birth of seb and clora's daughter and seb's reaction to clora almost dying in childbirth, and the third is about dealing with a fussy newborn lewis😭🥹THEY'RE SO GOOD AND SWEET AND SOMEWHAT SAD (not to mention beautifully written) so go check it out!!💖💖 )

[casually-eat-my-soul]

Okay so like stick with me but young Derek, alive hale fam au.

So like the Hale family finds out that Derek has a crush on Sheriff Stilinski’s delinquent son, and has mixed reactions. Talia is torn between amusement, worry and wanting to dislike stiles. Papa hale is very protective but thinks it funny that him and his son have the same tastes.

Peter is ecstatic, Stiles once beat him in chess when running from the cops. (stiles was running and sat down in the park around people for cover, turns out he interrupted a chess tournament. Peter challenged him to a game if stiles lost, Peter would turn him over to the police. If he won, stiles could use him as an alibi)

The rest of his siblings don’t really have an opinion other than using Derek’s crush to make fun of him EXPECT for Laura. Laura is in a one sided rivalry with stiles.

As the sheriff right hand deputy she was tasked with keeping an eye out for stiles and she constantly loses him. Which shouldn’t be possible because she’s a werewolf. She can never connect him to a crime he’s committed and can never prove anything. Can’t go to a judge a say “oh he left a scent trail which I followed because I’m a werewolf.”

Derek brings him home to dinner after they start dating. Unfortunately, the day that Derek brings him over, is also the day that Laura had to run around town taking reports of his crimes. She is fuming. Stiles looks her dead in her twitching eye and asked her how her day went.

The only crime she can connect him to is when he commit aggravated assault against a few of Derek’s teammates went to far with hazing. (Derek refused to fight back as not to hurt them) she lets him off.

[sadevergreen]

someone told me ‘cringe is dead have your fun’ on my last homestuck post (which was somehow my first homestuck post on this site) and it a little bit changed my perspective so ty :,)

have some morning beta kids!!

[umbrellacam]

de-aged baby Tim but it happens during Prodigal when he and Dick still barely know each other and are supposed to be holding down the fort in Gotham by themselves and also Dick's life is already in extreme early 20s shambles

Dick!Bats:

Baby Robin!Tim (with oversized domino falling off his face): (burbles) Dbbb? BUH-MUH-MUH.

Dick!Bats:

Dick!Bats: nope nope nope nope NOPE

Huntress (rolling up warily): hey...Batman. what was that lightshow - oh, that is a baby.

Baby Robin!Tim (waving his hands delightedly): He-ba-ba!

Huntress: ...Heb-- wait a minute, is that Robin's uni--

Dick!Bats (bundling Tim and the Robin uniform into his own Bat cape and using his best Bat growl): the situation is under control, move along. (sweeps away)

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Dick: (reading the manual to the new Batmobile to try and activate the baby carseat configuration that has to be in here somewhere, please god)

Tim: (yanks on the end of Dick's ponytail and sticks it in his mouth)

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Dick: (standing in front of Drake Manor gearing up to hand baby Tim over to his actual family, thank fuck this will no longer be his problem--)

Dick: (remembers (a) Jack Drake is still in a wheelchair and (b) Tim laughingly telling him the funny family story of how Janet left Jack in charge of Tim for one (1) girls night when he was a year old and came back to diaper rash because he hadn't been changed in six hours, haha Dad was so embarrassed, like "so by every two hours you meant every--??")

Dick: y'know what I've helped babysit Lian how hard can this be

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Dick (with formula in his hair, spit-up all over his shirt, juggling a red-faced wailing Tim and a corded phone held between his shoulder and his ear): ROY. ROY MAYDAY.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

If I was in a lucid dream with a ghost, I would simply impress them with my blunt rolling skills

[andi-o-geyser]

despite how you feel about the changes from the stream to the show, if you like or dislike them, i love how inherently hilarious the narrative path tlovm is taking regarding perc’ahlia is because a situationship would literally kill campaign percy and vex like how the internet would kill a small victorian child. they are NOT built for that

[theloveinc]

Lmaooo just thought about Bakugo doing squats with you walking around the neighborhood bc you’re two days overdue with his fat ass baby😭😭

[rosesvioletshardy]

Life is Beautiful with You

Fandom: Outer Range, Rhett Abbott, f!reader

Summary: Things have not been exactly what you expected since Rhett proposed, but that doesn't mean you love him any less.

Word Count: 1624

TW: Fluff, Steamy Moments, Allusions to Reader being shorter than Rhett

Notes: @footprintsinthesxnd requested a super fluffy Rhett fic so I hope this is what you had in mind 💖 Thank you to @green-socks for beta reading for me!

Happy Birthday, Lewis Pullman! 🎉 In celebration, here is some loving fluff for my favorite cowboy!

It had been difficult moving in with Rhett. Not because of him, God no! He was everything you had ever wanted and living together had just solidified the fact that you never wanted to be apart from him for the rest of your life. However, living in his family home with his parents, brother, and niece was not what you had imagined when he had proposed. Yet, it also wasn’t a surprise when he brought it up seeing how devoted he was to them, even if they didn’t show him the same devotion in return.

Life on a ranch was completely different from anything you had experienced before. You grew up in the heart of Wabang and while it wasn’t a large town, it was still very different from the Abbott’s ranch. You weren’t used to having to get up at the crack of dawn to help take care of the animals, or helping Rhett’s mother with breakfast, or coming in every evening smelling like sweat, cows, and manure. Rhett constantly told you that you didn’t have to help with the chores, but how were you supposed to just sit there and watch as everyone else worked around you? So, you continued to get up with everyone else, bit your tongue, and pushed through, despite the fact this wasn’t what you wanted for your future.

But this… this almost made it all worth it. Standing leaning on the railing of the porch, you gazed out across the wide open pastures as you watched the sun sliding steadily down towards the horizon. You could see the individual sunbeams as they streamed through the sparse line of trees on the edge of the yard, making the red and yellow fall leaves seem to glow in the dimming light. The wind drifted gently across the open pasture before curling itself around you, the first hints of winter chill hidden within causing you to shiver slightly as it kissed your freshly washed skin.  

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you back against a firm wall of muscle. Leaning your head back, you allowed Rhett to lean his chin on your shoulder. For several minutes, the two of you stood there in complete silence, just staring off into the distance as the sun sank lower and lower, causing the sky to morph between the entire spectrum of colors. 

As the clouds above began to take on a darker hue and the first stars began to shine through, you sighed, “It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?”

“You sure are.” His voice was like a rumble deep in his chest that vibrated through your body.

You rolled your eyes as you playfully swatted your hand back against him. “I’m serious, Rhett.”

“So am I,” he whispered as his lips brushed softly against your ear. Then he lifted his head and took in the sight before you. “But you’re right. It is somethin’ to see. I guess I just got so used to it, I never take the time to pay attention anymore.”

“I could see this every night for the rest of my life and I don’t think I could ever get tired of it,” you murmured contently. The warmth of being wrapped in Rhett’s arms had taken that slight chill from your skin, making the peaceful moment all the more perfect. 

However, your perfect moment was shattered seconds later as Rhett softly asked, “Does that mean you don’t want to leave like we talked about?”

Sighing, you said, “That’s the great thing about the sun, Rhett. It follows you wherever you go. We don’t have to be on this ranch to watch the sunset together.” He nodded softly in agreement, his chin brushing lightly against the side of your head, but you could feel the way his body sagged slightly at the statement. 

Turning to face him, his hands slipping down to wrap around your hips, you said, “I know what they mean to you, but you can’t stay here forever. Perry got his own place when he and Rebecca got married. I know we aren’t there yet, but we will be soon. And I’m not saying we have to leave Wabang. I just want a place that’s just ours. Where we don’t have to worry about who is home or if we’re being too loud or if someone left the bathroom door unlocked when we are in the shower.”

Rhett’s cheeks flushed and you knew he was replaying that faithful afternoon in his head. As mortifying as it had been, at least Perry had been the one to walk in instead of his daughter. That was not something you wanted to have to explain to a kid. 

Reaching up, you cupped his face between your hands and tilted his head so you were staring into his eyes. “But… if this is what you really want. For us to stay here under your parents’ roof, I’ll do it.”

Rhett’s brow furrowed, his eyes searching yours for some sign you didn’t mean what you were saying. “Really? But you said you hated it here.”

“I don’t hate it. It’s just not what I imagined for our future.”

“What did you imagine?”

Smiling, you released your hold on his face and wrapped your arms around his waist instead. With your face pressed against his chest, you said, “I don’t know. A little place closer to town with a backyard where our future kids and dogs could play.”

“Kids and dogs? Since when did I agree to either of those things?” Rhett asked, but you heard the laughter in his tone. 

“Oh yes, didn’t you know? We’re gonna have 10 kids and 12 dogs and we are naming them all Rhett junior,” you teased.

“Even the girls?”

“Especially the girls.”

“Damn,” he whistled. “Gonna get mighty confusin’ after a while.”

“That is true.” You pretended to reconsider. “Okay, how about 2 or 3 kids and a few dogs? And they can all have their own unique names.”

“That sounds like heaven, sweetheart.” He paused and when he spoke again, his happy, playful tone had faded. “But I just don’t know about right now. With winter comin’, we need to get everythin’ ready for the snow and there’s extra feedin’s for the cattle. I just…. They need me here right now.”

“And I don’t?” You closed your eyes and counted to ten trying to keep your anger in check. But even then, there was a sharp bite to your tone as you said, “I just wish you would stop trying to make them happy because, I’m sorry, Rhett, but no matter what you do, they’re never gonna appreciate you the way they should. It’s just not gonna happen.” You lifted your head to stare at his face. “So for once, think about what you want, not about what they want, or even about what I want. What do you want?”

Rhett bowed his head until his forehead rested against yours. “I want you. I want you and those kids and the dogs. I wanna start our family together, I wanna grow old together, and I wanna never live another day without you.”  

He pressed his lips against yours and you melted, all the residual frustration left in your body evaporating in an instant. Your hand slid up the back of his neck to thread into his hair as he dipped you back slightly so you were bent over the porch railing as you lay limply in his arms. His kisses began to travel south, first across your jaw, then down the curve of your neck, until he reached the swell of your breast. 

You moaned softly as he pulled the neck of your shirt down, exposing your chest to the cool night air. His hand started to slip into the waistband of your shorts and– Bang!

Both of you bolted upright at the sound of the porch door slamming shut. You had gotten lucky as the newcomer hadn’t turned on the porch light and between Rhett’s broad frame blocking most of you from view and the encroaching darkness of night, you had time to readjust your clothes before Cecilia got close enough to see what you were doing. When your chest was properly covered, Rhett suddenly spun you around so you were now standing in front of him, a barrier between him and his mother.

If she noticed how flustered and out of breath you both seemed, she didn’t comment on it. “Hey, kids. Dinner will be ready in about five minutes, so come wash up.”

“Thanks. We’ll be right in.” You leaned back against Rhett and immediately had to stifle a giggle as you realized why he had practically thrown you in front of him. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other, using the movement to hide the fact you rubbed your ass against the bulge in Rhett’s jeans. His nails dug into your arm and you had to bite your lip to stop another giggle from escaping. 

Cecilia gave you both a strange look, but just turned and went back into the house without another word. As soon as she was gone, you burst out laughing. Rhett was not as amused. “I oughta whoop your ass for that.”

You responded by rolling your hips against him again, eliciting a needy moan from your fiance. “You know I would love that, but I don’t think you want your mom to come back to see what is taking us so long.”

Rhett leaned his head against the top of yours and muttered, “You were right. We need our own place…. Now!”

You chuckled as you placed a kiss on his cheek. “Whatever you want, baby. Whatever you want.”

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[ruporas]

endless love!

[ID Two drawing collage pages of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. In the first collage, top corner, Wolfwood looks upwards disgruntled with a flushed expression, lying against a pillow, as his hair is being pet by Vash's hand. Next shows Vash and Wolfwood from behind, Wolfwood with his top bare and hickies covers around his nape area. Vash lifts hair away from his nape and asks, "More?" Wolfwood nervously says, "No." Next is a side profile of Vash, his arms around Wolfwood from behind while Wolfwood rests his hands against Vash's arms. Next to this are two smaller drawings; Vash turns to Wolfwood and says repetitively, "Wolfwood, Wolfwood..." Wolfwood, not looking at him, says "What?" He finally turns his head and looks shocked as he exclaims, "So close!" Vash says plainly, "You just noticed?" Below these is a drawing of Vash and Wolfwood sitting together as Vash kisses and hugs him from behind with his right arm around Wolfwood's neck and his left hand around his side. He also has his right leg propped against Wolfwood's knee. Bottom of the page has a comic. Wolfwood looks annoyed, speaking to himself, "Where is that idiot?! Need to get out of town before--" A chat bubble exclaims, "Wolfwood!" The next panel shows Vash running from the townspeople, small text saying "Get him! Vash the stampede!". Wolfwood, mad and about to pull the Punisher off his shoulder, says, "Argh, you fucking dumbass!" Vash exclaims, "Ah, don't!" before pulling Wolfwood into a quick kiss. He then tugs on Wolfwood's collar and says, "There's no need to shoot, just run!" Wolfwood stammers, "R-right..." with a flushed, dumbstruck expression.

Second collage; Top left, Wolfwood spoons Vash in bed, his arms around his chest and the other beneath Vash's head. Vash has his hand on top of Wolfwood's as he sleeps while Wolfwood lies awake. Behind this drawing is faint sketches of Vash's face. In a small panel, Wolfwood hides in Vash's neck as he mumbles to himself "Stop. Stop thinking embarrassing things, Wolfwood..." Beneath this drawing is another of them in bed, Vash now turned to Wolfwood and a hand on his cheek as he kisses him good morning. In a simpler style, Vash wraps an arm tightly around wolfwood with the text "snork mimimi" next to him while Wolfwood says, "We need to get up. Spikey! HEY!" In this corner, there are faint sketches of Vash and Wolfwood; one of them looking at each other; Vash kissing Wolfwood's forehead; Wolfwood saying, "Hand" with an outstretch hand and Vash says "ok" behind a drawing of them holding hands, both turned away from each other shyly. Next is a 4 panel comic. First shows Wolfwood's face getting squished by Vash's hands with the text "squish" around his face. Next, his cheeks are stretched with the text "Chee--" Wolfwood then hits Vash's face with his palm, exclaimining "That hurts!" The last shows Vash on Wolfwood's lap, smiling to himself as he continues to have Wolfwood's face in his hands. Next to this is another comic; A close up of their hands, Vash holding Wolfwood's with both of his. He then kisses the palm of Wolfwood's palm and says, "They're soft!" Wolfwood looks at him with flushed cheeks, "There's no way that's true..." END ID]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

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