#i love them soooooooooo much

[aleksan-art]

barret cuddles wouldve saved him.

[pixiesnooze]

sometimes i cry

[toxicpineapple]

"i'll be right here, don't worry" for harumami mayhaps?,,,

Maki finds it difficult to sleep after missions. Rantaro, in turn, finds it difficult to sleep when she’s not in bed with him, so the two of them stay up late most nights, between Maki’s need to pace and Rantaro’s need to hold her.

She feels guilty about it, knowing that Rantaro isn’t just being needy, but it doesn’t do anything to lessen the persistent restlessness that courses through her veins as she circles the perimeter of the room. Her hands are clean, her hair neatly plaited and her clothing changed into something more comfortable, but the scream of tonight’s victim has been echoing in her ears since she killed them. She can still smell the iron tang of their blood—she can almost taste it, in fact.

Missions never used to affect her this way before. Not that Maki wasn’t upset, but there’s a difference between hating your job and being genuinely shaken by it. Murder is wrong and Maki is a monster, yes, but you have to cope to survive. Constant breakdowns are just unsustainable.

Loving Rantaro has changed her, Maki thinks is the primary issue. The obvious solution would be to tell him to leave—and she has, before, but… Rantaro always gets this look when he thinks he’ll really leave her, where his expression tightens and his lip trembles and his eyes moisten and Maki…

Is weak, for all her years of assassin training. In her defence, they never once showed her how she was meant to deal with that.

A glance over at the bed reveals that Rantaro is still reading, his hair a bit mussed and his eyes drooping with obvious sleepiness. He hasn’t complained, though. He never does, on nights like this, though a part of Maki wishes that he would. She knows it can’t be easy on him, yet Rantaro rarely says anything even close to a complaint, like it hasn’t occurred to him to be bothered. It’s hard to know what to make of that, being loved so unconditionally. It causes a restlessness almost worse than she gets after kills.

“You should sleep,” Maki says. Rantaro’s eyes dart up to her.

“You’re not tired yet.”

“But you are.” Maki walks over and puts a hand out. Rantaro stares at it uncomprehendingly for a moment before he seems to realise what she wants. Rather pliant when he’s this tired, Rantaro passes over his book without a word, yawning afterwards. Maki tries not to smile. “So sleep. I’ll be right here. Don’t worry.”

Rantaro blinks up at her. His pupils are a little dilated, lips set in an endearing pout Maki knows he only let sneak out because he’s so exhausted. Unable to help herself, Maki reaches to touch one of his cheeks, and he immediately leans into her hand, practically drooping against her.

Voice low and thick, Rantaro says, “Mkay, but…”

He trails off. Maki thinks he might be worried about getting nightmares. He tends to, when he falls asleep without holding her. Sometimes even cuddling isn’t enough to fix it, but it’s a guarantee when they don’t share the bed. Maki traces her thumb under his eye.

“I can lie down,” Maki decides. Rantaro lets out a soft hum, distinctly pleased-sounding, before he all but flops back into the pillows. His lashes are already beginning to flutter, his breathing evening out before Maki’s ears. She smirks at him for a moment, fond, before turning around to turn off the light. Even if she doesn’t plan to sleep yet, she doesn’t exactly want to go back on her word, either.

Rantaro’s arms around her are always comfortably warm. He’s tall with long limbs and a soft middle, impossibly indulgent to snuggle into. Since he’s too tired to remember anyway, Maki goes ahead and does so, leaning in to press a kiss against his jaw.

“Thanks,” Rantaro murmurs. Maki almost questions if he means for the kiss—which would be silly—but stops herself when she remembers. Right. Rantaro thinks she lets him do this for his sake.

Which… she does, partially. The rest is kind of embarrassing to say, and not to mention pointless to do when he’s drifting off. She should say it, though, at some point. For posterity if for no other reason.

Maki swallows. “Sure,” she breathes out, her eyes starting to close. She’s not… sleepy, really, but there’s a sort of bone-deep exhaustion that only becomes obvious in the moments like this, when she feels truly safe.

What a strange word for someone like her to use. Safe. Rantaro’s a weird enough person to have brought it on, though.

[thelonelymutant]

Is there a ship name for them?

Source: https://www.comicartfans.com/gallerypiece.asp?piece=433618

[aslfua-remade]

ok thats it im going to reread haikyuu

[swamp-chicken]

scar can only think of nice things to say about bdubs (clutches heart, dies)

[attapullman]

HAPPY VALENTINES TO ME 💖🥵🥹🫠

Oh, Helena, you write them so, so beautifully ����

The level of complexity to them, the small breaks in facade as they fall in love…it’s absolutely everything. The way he’s so nervous revealing how out of his wheelhouse he is doing this for her? HAS ME IN TEARS 😭

rose blush | eccentric professor!bob floyd x oc

a gold rush fic

SUMMARY: Professor Bob has a special surprise for his TA on Valentine's Day.

WARNINGS: fluff, allusions to smut, age gap (mid 20s/late 30s), power imbalance, brief mention of past relationships. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 1k

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SPECIAL THANKS to @laracrofted who said Professor Bob gives off strong Valentine's Day vibes. I had to agree, even if his deliciously grumpy ass would deny it. So, enjoy a candlelit bubble bath with our favorite professor. Thank you, Ames!

“Robert Floyd, you didn’t.”

They’ve already had an amazing dinner at a restaurant with red wine and delicious pasta, and now he’s only gone and done this.

“I didn’t,” he whispers in her ear, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. “The hotel staff did.”

She smacks his arm, but can’t fight the grin spreading across her face. The filled bathtub stands in front of them with lit candles all around the edge and rose petals sprinkled over the bubbly water. An ice bucket with champagne and two glasses sits on a tray straddling the edges of the tub, and her heart sings for this man.

It’s hard to believe where they started compared to where they are now. They still argue, still have to pretend they don’t want to rip each other’s clothes off all the time, still have to make people believe their relationship is only that of professor and teaching assistant. It’s hard to keep up, and she knows that’s why he booked them a hotel outside the city. Valentine’s Day weekend no less. He’s being romantic.

“Go on,” he breathes against her skin.

She turns in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck, and rises to her toes. “You’re coming with me.”

He chuckles and pecks her lips. “Wasn’t even up for debate, baby.”

He slides one of the thin straps off her shoulder, leans down to kiss her collarbone. A shiver runs down her spine, and a breathy laugh tickles her skin. He knows what he’s doing when he pulls the other strap down, too.

With a few tugs, the dress falls in a pool of red fabric on the bathroom floor. The professor’s eyes travel the expanse of her body with a hungry look, like he’s ready to devour her.

She feels powerful. Seductive.

Stepping closer, he lifts a hand and runs his finger along the underside of her breast while keeping his eyes locked on hers. She shivers as his fingertip grazes her nipple, and it pebbles immediately.

She holds her breath, but can’t fight the shiver running through her. It makes the professor smile in a way that makes him look younger, and he leans down to kiss her. Gentle but hungry. Possessive.

“The water’s gonna get cold,” she reminds him.

“Right,” he whispers, leaning back a little. “Let’s get these off you.” He reaches for her panties and carefully drags the red lace down her legs. At a quick tap to her ankle, she steps out of them and Bob tosses them aside.

Rising from the floor, he offers his hand for balance as she steps in and she takes it, still amazed by the size difference.

As she sinks beneath the surface of the water, letting herself be engulfed by bubbles and rose petals, Bob undresses. She watches as he sheds his clothing, and she’ll never tire of looking at him or that surprisingly lean body he hides. If all the students who have a crush on him knew what Imogen does, they would lose their minds.

But she’s not willing to share.

He joins her in the water and reaches for the chilled champagne, pouring a glass for each of them.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Imogen,” he says, voice deep and rumbly. Hearing him say her name makes her stomach flip, even all these months later.

She clinks her glass against his. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

She tips the glass back, enjoying the way it fizzles down her throat. When she puts her glass down, Bob’s watching her with a burning look in his eyes.

Cocking her head to the side, she narrows her eyes. “What?”

He shakes his head slightly. “Come here,” he mutters into the quiet room, his voice bouncing off the tiled walls.

With a smile, she glides through the water until she’s straddling his thighs, arms around his neck. He leans forward and captures her lips in a demanding kiss.

She’s not sure how long they stay like that, just kissing each other and being close, but she feels the moment he gets aroused.

She pulls back with a grin, fingers playing with the damp hair at his nape. “I knew shower sex was your thing, but bath sex too? You’re ready anywhere, huh, Professor?”

His arms tighten around her waist, pulling her even closer to him, and their foreheads press together. “I don’t do this.”

She frowns, pulling back. “What, bath sex? I was joking.”

He looks up at her. His cheeks have flushed from the heat in the room and the alcohol coursing through his system, and he looks almost nervous. “No,” he says, and she hears the hesitation in his voice. “I don’t do this.” He gestures at the champagne, the bathtub, and maybe even the hotel room.

“Take women on Valentine’s dates?”

He shakes his head. “Never.”

Her brows shoot up. “Ever?”

“Ever,” he confirms.

“You’re telling me you’ve never had a girlfriend?”

Now he looks almost offended. “I’ve had girlfriends,” he tells her. “It just never lasted very long.”

She goes quiet, and silence hangs heavy in the air. Only the faint sound of bubbling champagne and flickering flames from the lit candles fill the room.

He takes a deep breath. “Does that scare you?”

She comes back to herself, eyes meeting his again. “No,” she says, voice quiet at first. “I’m just confused.”

“Confused?”

“Robert, you’re a catch,” she says, tugging on his hair gently. “You’re attractive, successful, and romantic when you want to be.”

“I don’t want to be romantic,” he says, hands travel down her back.

Leaning forward, she kisses him passionately while his hands find her ass in the water and pull her closer to him. Her cunt grazes his erection, and she gasps into his mouth.

“Too late for that, Professor,” she mutters, voice light and breathless. “Because this is pretty damn romantic.”

His hands knead her ass as his lips leave open-mouthed kisses all over her neck, his tongue tasting her skin. “I’ll show you romantic.”

He makes good on that promise.

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[gvaine]

5.04 Another's Sorrow

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

themthemthemthemthemthemthem-

[meganechan05]

Team Gap Moe

And gifs

And the actual video for peeps who don't have a VPN and is outside Japan

[falgardien]

Adrien Agreste aka golden boy Based on "Before the Party’s Over" movie clip by Mustii

[p4nishers]

HE'S TALKING TO GROGU. HE'S NARRATING WHAT HE'S DOING AND SHOWING HIM THE SHIP. HE'S LITERALLY PARENTING HIM LIKE. AHDHHENSS HE'S GIVEN UP ON ANY PRETENSE OF NOT BEING A FATHER NOW HE'S JUST FUCKING LEANING INTO IT AND WHERE IN SEASON 1 HE WOULD ONLY TALK WHEN LITERALLY NECESSARY HE'S NOW FUCKING NARRATING WHAT HE'S DOING AND GIVING GROGU ADVICE JUST TO TALK TO HIM?????!!!!?!! LIKE WATCH THE FIRST EP AGAIN AND NOTICE HOW HE TALKS LIKE TWO SENTENCES THE FIRST 20 MINUTES. HE'S EMBRACING BEING A DAD AND TRYING SO HARD FOR GROGU IM LITERALLY GOING INSANE.

[chrisrin]

AVENTURINE!!!!!! HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!

[jvpiterstears]

if you make any sour screen (taco x mepad) art tag me in it i need more of them. literally just tag me if you make platonic art of them I NEED MORE SO BAD. MORE MORE MORE!!!

breaking news local american kid goes feral over a fucking taco and a purple tablet.

also PLEASE send me any headcanons you have of them they’re so silly i would love to share the ship with other people

please i’m literally the biggest sour screen shipper. trust. trust LLEASE EEEEE EPLEASE PLEASE. i’ve shipped them since before this year even started. i’m serious. they’re so cuteeee uhghGHHHHH

[bookinit02]

conversations i had at the bar tonight:

nerding out over my favorite book, which also happened to be the guy next to me’s favorite book (that apparently he has been telling people about for YEARS and nobody else has ever read it)

gender politics and microlabels and whether it’s more important to be genuinely trying to be respectful of identity or to be using “correct” language and terms 100% of the time

the decline of young men into alt-right communities and how anger pushes them into isolation and violence

how the guy across from me is building a huge personal library and he has so many books that he can barely even fit them all in his apartment

how trauma and cultural uncertainty shapes writing & the importance of writing hopeful/happy stories

whether the american expectation of monogamy is harmful to relationships and whether it’s more important to be faithful to your long-term partner or to follow new passions

in summary. i fucking love grad school

[joshriku]

they make me so :(