#my baby🥺

[byouchi]

I love you AFO🥺🤲

[judes-hoe]

Alexa! Start playing I Bet on Losing Dogs by Mitski 🥺

[shiftingwithmars]

Matty edit cause idk what else to post

[fcb-mv33]

we're going on a 1-month break with a Max win. THANK GOD

It’s what we deserved🥰

[ceo-of-daichi]

sending you some love 💕💕💕 and Daichi

JADEEEE THANK YOU FOR THE DAICHI LOVE😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺 Sending all my love in return to you bby!!💛

Just look at our man🥺😭 he’s so handsome in a derpy way, i love him sm!! Just want to wrap him up in my arms, or pick him up and put him in my pocket🥺

[rinwhore]

hello babes if u know any or wrote Shion fics plz mention me love you so much u and ur fave<3

[ceo-of-daichi]

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[cryrovo]

WHAT I GOTTA SAY TO GET A PIECE OF THAT?!

art by: mossmaybe1 on twt

[tayyywonders]

All hail coco

[queerhoodies]

the softness in his eyes at first, then the absolute river of tears once he hugs wille… omar rudberg the actor that you are

[rsmrnn]

A man who didn't have a father.

A man who didn't have friends.

A man who lost his mother.

He lived only when he read the book.

[beif0ngs]

It looks like they fell asleep.

[seiwas]

papa nanami and how he can't decide which fleece jacket he should buy for his little girl—

they’re tiny, the length of the fabric spanning his two palms and a half. he’s thinking hard on this one—tan or pink? tan or pink… tan or pink.

the store is closing soon; the only free time he had was after work, now, half an hour before dinner. he should hurry so he can go home already—to his little girl and you.

he sighs, holding the jackets up again. tan or pink...

hm.

he makes his choice.

.

when he arrives home, crouching low as his little girl comes crashing into him—the shopping bag falls to his side, hands holding her close. you peek from the kitchen, smile warm and in love.

kento always makes it in time for dinner, no matter what.

after tickles and giggles and a big munching on her cheek, your little girl pulls her papa by his pinky, dragging him over to you.

you always give him a kiss on the cheek.

“welcome home, my love.” you whisper by his ear, setting the last bowl of food down on the dining table.

you spot the shopping bag by the foyer, sneaking him a look, “did some early gift shopping?”

he follows your eyes, picking up your little girl as he sets her down on her seat.

“bought some fleece jackets for her, before it gets too cold.”

your lips curl up, knowing you chose the right man; his foresight, the way he looks after you both—it makes your heart swell as you walk to pick up the shopping bag.

when you pry it open, you’re met with fuzzy bundles of tan and pink. you snort, “couldn’t pick?”

he flushes, cheeks turning the same shade as the fabric in front of you—he points to his suit, “she said she wanted to match with me.”

your mouth forms an ‘ah’, still smiling, “and the pink?”

“i thought it’d look cute on her.”

he turns to your little girl, grip tight on her silicon utensils as she stabs around her food. she’s almost on her way to full sentences now and it shouldn’t make him this sentimental, but it does.

he wants her to stay this tiny forever.

his little girl.

“what do you think, baby?” you hold up the pink jacket beside you, speaking to your daughter.

she giggles, silicon fork in hand as her bib bounces; her eyes, the same brown as her papa’s but shaped like yours, sparkles, “pwitty! pwitty on!”

“papa always has good taste doesn’t he?” you look at your husband fondly.

your little girl babbles, giggling.

and nanami doesn’t know what he did to deserve this—your little family, but if he has to buy every fleece jacket in the world to keep you both warm and toasty, he will.

he’ll even make you all matchy.

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@kentoangel @em1e @augustinewrites @crysugu @soumies @itadorey @mididoodles thought about u all while writing this 🥹

[ceo-of-daichi]

Drawing a randomly generated Haikyuu character (almost) every day until I give up

54. Sawamura Daichi

[winterswake]

CHARLIE VICKERS as Sauron in THE RINGS OF POWER "Doomed To Die"

[moodyvoid]

Imagine dating Dabi and he’s sick in bed with a flu and you’ve been watching over him while he sleeps it off.

He starts mumbling in his sleep, “so hot… won’t stop… burning.” and you feel his forehead, it’s even hotter than usual.

You start dabbing an icy, cold rag on his face. The coldness wakes him up and in between that moment of asleep and awake he whispers, “Mom?”