#rahhh fluff

[bunji-enthusiast]

Gentle Lovin’ — Choso Kamo

Holds him very gently 😭🤲

In any day amongst the other, he never could've imagined the life he had been dealt. Choso was merely under the impression he would always just leave behind a trail of destruction of blood and tears in his wake, never being able to see his brothers again. Close to even killing another of his brothers of whom he recently learned that he held close relations with, he almost injured himself for just almost killing Itadori Yuuji. He was confused, full of uncertainty and was just ready to end it on behalf of all his brothers before him.

But you, you came right along and slapped him with a face full of love he was never accustomed too, let alone actually recognizing it. But it felt.. young, refreshing to feel. Not having to live a reality that felt full of delusions of hope, to some it seemed incomprehensiable but to Choso Kamo alone -- He was here and alive in your arms.

"Choso baby." You murmur softly, threading your fingers through the abyssal black hair you've come to love and recognize just merely upon one look at him. He hummed in response, lacking the proper energy to even want to respond to you. "Are you comfortable? Your neck most be cramping in that position."

You let out a chuckle as he nodded, only nuzzling further to feel the warmth residing in your chest.

"So no then, you sure you don't wanna readjust?" You motion, tracing his clothed musculature. "I might even cramp my own neck." Choso perked up at this, and lifted himself off of your body with a groan. The raven-haired man and gently lifted you up toward the side, rolling you over onto your side. Which had resulted in you being the one cuddling up to him, he nuzzled you closer to the warmth of his body, as possibly close as can be.

"Pfft." You snicker absentmindedly, your hand laying to rest on his bare chest. "You. are. hopeless." These words seemed to be insulting, yet it was fully affectionate, only to you and Choso alone.

"Mmh," Choso readjusted his own head, his windswept hair ending up tickling the forefront of your temple, causing you to chuckle at the ticklish sensation. Though you couldn't see, you could sense his vague smile. In turn, You grinned and looked up at him properly, locking eyes with his own your breath had caught in your throat for a moment--taking the time to revel in the beauty of his eyes.

For some reason, you couldn't help but feel lucky to live for a domestic moment such as this. This was real, and you were here with him.

Safe to say he also has the same sentiment, as he just tightened his grip almost barely. You weren't sure what else to do beside being just held by your cute little man, in all honesty (right now he's just being adorable as hell.)

Suddenly, an urge to touch his face came over you. So you began at his jawline, trailing from there slowly and awaiting his reaction. You were slow and steady to ensure that he can stop you from touching his face any time he wanted to.

In fact, he hadn't made any move to stop you. Rather he had encourage you with a warm hum, leaning into your touch.

Choso closed his eyes, he was enjoying your face-touching. You smiled upon knowing this and went along as he had mention without a word being spoken.

Between you and Choso, no words aren't really needed. Behind closed doors anyway, merely consistent hums and murmurs.

From beyond the long day's hard work, your sociability to actually interact and speak with people is hellishly drained. Choso understands this well, even with being an elder brother it is a harsh job. But it is a job he takes with pride.

"So handsome..." You admired him, just for now. Now tracing his markings that ran across his face diagonally and vertically, he hummed and simply just laid there as to not throw you off, he found amusement in your cute ministrations.

Truthfully, he never wanted this to stop.

[snail-day]

Thinking about babies again, what's new 😮‍💨

Gojo would be over the moon when you tell him you're pregnant (the little freak inside him would show everyone the little piss test and all) pressing excited kisses to your belly, looking up at you like you're the most incredible person in the world. He talks to the baby before they can even hear him, whispering jokes and telling stories. His favorite moments are when he can feel the little kicks, he gets a giddy smile everytime before pressing a kiss to a stretch mark or two.

But then he starts reading. About the risks. The complications. The fragile nature of it all. Suddenly, the strongest sorcerer alive feels powerless. His excitement turns into quiet anxiety, masked behind nervous jokes and late-night research.

The first time he holds them, his breath catches. They’re so small. So soft. So warm. Their tiny fingers curl instinctively around his, and he feels it, the shift in his entire being. A weight heavier than anything he’s ever carried, yet lighter than air.

Anxiety for the first time crawling over him. He’s scared. Terrified, even. What if he’s too rough? What if his touch, so used to battle, isn't meant for something so delicate? His hands tremble the first time you ask him to hold them on his own, a wobbly smile on his lips thats begging you to not hand the fragile creature over. But then, the baby lets out the tiniest yawn, their little face scrunching up before settling against his chest. And just like that, the fear melts away.

He learns. Slowly.

How to support their head, how to sway just right to stop the cries, how to tickle their tummy without worrying about breaking bones. He learns that they love the sound of his voice, giggling whenever he whispers nonsense. That their tiny grubby fingers grab at his blindfold, fascinated by the fabric, and that they light up whenever he enters the room.

Satoru is completely smitten. This small creature becoming the greatest gift. He kisses their chubby cheeks until they squeal, blows raspberries on their belly just to hear their laughter. Learns to appreciate all the slobber kisses that reach his cheeks. The teething phase where they bite on his jacket or his fingers. Carrying them everywhere, showing them off like they’re the most precious treasure in the world. Which, to him, they are. (Oh how he'd brag to Nanami if he managed to have a kid first).

When they fall asleep against his chest, soft breaths puffing against his collarbone, Satoru feels like his heart might just burst. They’re so tiny, so warm, so safe in his arms. He presses a few more kisses to the top of their fuzzy little head, inhaling that sweet, new-baby scent.

As he sits there, holding them close, he wonders - how bad can the twos and threes really be? Because right now, he’s excited for them. For the giggles and wobbly little steps, for the endless chatter, for their silly little thoughts and questions. He wants to share sweets, wants to sneak them treats behind your back with a conspiratorial wink. He wants to play at the park, wants to see them coming running with bugs, snails, and flowers in their hands as that tiny, delighted voice comes calling, "Daddy look!"

Gojo Satoru, the strongest, the untouchable, the undefeatable, completely, helplessly in love with his baby. Maybe being this strong has never felt as important as it does now, with this little life curled up against his heart.

[milliesfishes]

hihihi !! i’m not sure if you’re taking requests but i was wondering if you could write something with either young!president!coryo or academy!coryo helping reader with nighttime anxiety fall asleep? just soothing, gentle words filled with fluff and love. LOVE U MILLIE!❤️

LOVE YOU MWAH I'm so sorry I took forever to do this hehe

౨ৎ꣑ৎcoriolanus when you have nighttime anxiety౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x coriolanus snow

The pink silken strap of your nightdress kept falling off your shoulder, and at this point you didn't even bother to fix it. Staring at yourself in the clean gold rimmed mirror, you tried to breathe in. There were no windows in this closet, but you knew it was dark out. Coriolanus would have drawn the curtains in the bedroom by now, and it would only ease you a little bit.

For years now you'd dreaded earth after dark, something about the day's end propelling you into a world of worry that you could hardly escape. Crawling on your belly, you tried to outrun it. But the more you struggled, the worse it became.

"Darling?"

You turned your head at Coriolanus' call, swallowing and breathing in softly. Maybe it would be better tonight. Maybe you'd be able to slide under the covers with nary a feeling other than your husband's arms around you. Smoothing your pretty nightdress one more time, an attempt to get excited for bed, you gave yourself one last glance in the mirror. It would have to do.

Making your way into the next room, you tiptoed across the plush carpet, making your way into the waiting cradle of his arms. He pressed on your back, settling you into his body. "Just relax."

It had been a hard thing to hide from your husband- your night-caused fear. He'd crept within you the way ivy crawled up a garden wall. You made no move to trim it.

Coriolanus' chin rested atop your head, and he breathed in. The tension in his body seemed to diffuse, and you nuzzled into him, rubbing his chest. "How was your day today?"

"Fine." He brushed it off, seeming more interested in smoothing down your hair. "Long. Busy. How was yours, sweetheart?"

"I read a little bit," you mused, the conversation distracting you. The knot in your stomach began to unravel. "And...I went shopping.'

"Did you get this?" he murmured, pinching the soft material of your nightdress.

"Uh huh." It had been his suggestion. That maybe if you had something new, going to bed would seem nicer. It seemed there was no end to the money Coriolanus was willing to spend to help you get better.

He kissed your forehead. "I like it."

"Mhm." You slid your hand under his sleep shirt, splaying fingers out over his bare skin. The feeling soothed your thumping heart, and You shut your eyes, going limp over his chest.

Always attentive, Coriolanus guided your head so one ear rested over his heart. He raked his fingers gently through your hair, and you felt the press of his nose to your temple. "I've got you." He secured his free arm over your waist. "Whatever you're worrying about, I can make it go away."

You did feel invincible there, in his arms. Terror gripped you like a vice, and suddenly he was swooping in, an angel backlit by fear's tight fingers around your neck. He pried each one away, nursing the awful red marks they left. One look into his eyes told you how safe it was here. That everything horrible that dared darken your doorstep would cower once his shadow loomed over it. That was his power. But even if he had nothing, penniless with not a title to his name, you would feel just as protected.

"What do you want to do tomorrow?" he breathed, and you could hear that he was half-asleep.

"Are you going to be home?" you asked, feeling yourself start to drift off. it was a sensation you welcomed, and in Coriolanus' hold all the negatives that came with it dissolved in the net of the bubble around you both.

"Yes," he affirmed, lovingly stroking your hair, the repetition lulling your mind. His voice was soft, words pushed together. Whenever he got like this it always made you smile. The cold-hearted president of Panem, sleepy and refusing to let go of his wife. You loved him this way. You loved him every way. "It's been too long since we've had a day together, I think. What would you like to do?"

Smoothing a hand up his side, you shifted your head on his chest, the corners of your lips turning up as you thought. "The rose gardens are in bloom. I want to take a walk."

He kissed the top of your head. "Done."

Daydreams filled your head, of walking through the sea of roses, mostly red, with a great deal of pink he'd had planted specifically for you. And before you knew it, your eyes were growing heavy. Your last thought before you drifted off was the realization that he'd tricked you. Sleep was creeping up your spine when you hadn't wanted it to.

But you didn't mind one bit.

[sabh0]

EHEHEHEH GUYS SAB PASSED HER ART PROJECT DEFENCES TODAY WITH THE HIGHEST POSSIBLE MARK RAHHH i may have a bit more time to draw stinkers now,,, i miss em I didn't draw em for weEKS.

[enoe-of-noen]

“Look What I Can Do!”

I forgor so, I combined day 4 - 5! 🥰

Prompt(s) from @obeymetournaments here!

Mc raced through the halls of HOL, determined to knock on the third born’s door. “Lev! Levi! Levia-chan!”

The door swung open, a confused and slightly sleepy Leviathan looking around. “Hm?” Without a second to process the thumping of footsteps, Mc pounced onto him. “WHAGH-“

“So you know how I’m learning spells with Soloman, right?” “Yeah-“

“Well, well, well!” Mc hopped off of Leviathan’s chest and onto their feet. They waved their hand as they whispered words under their breath. Their eyes and hand glowed, a mystic energy wrapping around Leviathan’s body.

Suddenly, he was lifted to his feet. He shivered at the feeling of being levitated, finding his footing. “C-cool..” he trembled. Mc was jumping in excitement, “isn’t he the best?! And guess what’s cooler?!”

Leviathan frowned before quickly putting on a smile. Albeit, a weak one. “Wh-hat..?” He wheezed. Mc was being too energetic for him right now, but he didn’t have the heart to push them away.

“Watch, watch!” They took in a deep breath, raising Leviathan’s brow. “Uh..” “Shh.” They planted their feet, slowly raising their hand. With another breath, they grinned and quickly pointed at Leviathan.

Leviathan’s confusion grew before he glowed in a bright light. He felt fabric flowing around him and wrapping his skin, his hair slightly blowing. The light died down and he was poofed into a new outfit.

He ran his hands down the dark purple skirt, his face heating up. “Uhm..what is with this..?” He looked up, tipping the large hat on his head to see its detail. Its inside was orange. The outer colour similar to the skirt. “A witch hat?” He shrugged and noticed the small cloak on his shoulders. Fluff on the inside of the hood. Same colour as the hat that faded into an orange. He looked down and wore a nicely fit, white shirt. Finally noticing the black and orange striped thigh highs he was wearing. His blush grew tenfold.

“Mc?! W-what am I wearing?!” He flushed, hiding his face in the cloak’s fluffy hood. “I saw you had this design in mind for a while. At least, enough to draw it out.”

“Seriously..” he grumbled. “Spotted it on one of our gaming nights. Now with this spell, I was able to conjure it up for you!” “Oh?”

“It’d be the perfect halloween costume! You’ll be the prettiest witch ever!” Leviathan chuckled at Mc’s words, checking himself out again. “Well..I wouldn’t mind, lol.”

“Want me to be the broom?”

“What?”

[unformula1]

make it right (LS2 x OP81)

oscar and logan late night chat about problems. w/c: 552 day 39 of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium!!!!!!! a/n: short one yall!!

Oscar hears a knock on his door. Weird. He gets off his bed and walks toward the door, taking a look through the peephole.

Logan?

What would Logan be doing here… at this hour?

Oscar opens his door and standing in front of him is Logan, but something is off.

His body is tense and his face is darkened, like something miserable just happened. 

“Hi.” Logan manages, although he chokes on his own words.

“Hi Logan.” Oscar says, having to tilt his head slightly up.

“Can I crash?” Logan says, his hands stuffed deep into his pockets and his feet shuffling.

Oscar raises an eyebrow, “I’m sorry?”

“I wanna stay in your room…” Logan mutters, “Just for tonight.”

“I mean, yea.” Oscar smiles, “Sure.”

Logan’s body relaxes a little. 

“Something up?” Oscar says while closing the door as Logan sits on his bed.

Logan takes a moment to breathe before flopping onto the bed.

“Yea.” Logan says.

“Wanna talk?”

“How long you got?”

“The whole night.”

Oscar can see Logan’s lips curl up, he’s smiling. He’s smiling just a little.

“Alright.” Logan says, swinging his legs onto the bed.

Oscar positions himself next to Logan, before lying down as well.

“Do you think we aren’t as close anymore?” Logan whispers, but loud enough for Oscar to hear.

Oscar hesitates for a second.

“Yea.” 

Logan sighs.

“Sorry.” Oscar says.

“Don’t be.” Logan replies, “It’s natural. The cutthroat nature of this sport.”

“Still isn’t good enough of a reason to drift from you.” Oscar says, “I mean, you’ve been such a great person. I feel bad that you’re alone.”

Logan nods, “Do you think the grid doesn’t like me?”

Oscar finds himself thinking hard for a reply.

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Then what?”

“They aren’t close to you.”

Logan nods subtly again.

“No one wants to be close to me.” Logan chuckles. It’s not a happy chuckle.

“I want to.” Oscar clears his throat.

Logan smiles slightly.

“I’m just the friendly American at the back of the line.” Logan says, his voice almost cracking.

“They’ll only talk to me if they have to.” Logan continues.

Oscar lowers his head, looking at Logan in the eyes.

He’s right.

“They don’t matter.” Oscar says.

Logan hums softly.

“I’ll be your friend… well- I already am.” Oscar says, “I’ll be… a better friend.”

Logan looks away.

“I mean it. They don’t need to matter, only I do.” Oscar says, his voice laced with concern.

“Sure?” Logan says, his voice is soft and weak.

“Yes.” Oscar confidently says back, “Yes I’m sure. You’re not the back of the line for me.”

Logan turns back.

“Thanks Oscar.”

Oscar clears his throat before shifting closer to Logan.

Logan’s right in so many ways and Oscar hates it. He’s right about just being “an American” to everyone else and a last resort for conversations. He knows it. Logan knows it. Everyone knows it.

It’s been forever since Oscar’s seen Logan initiate conversation with someone because Logan knows no one wants to talk to him anyway. They aren’t making it subtle either, they’re making it look like they’re a 5 year old child being asked to tidy his room.

Oscar hates it. His heart shatters a little more every time Logan forces a smile out. 

He’ll make this right.

He has to.

[luvv4j4ybe11]

I have the fattest fuckin urge to write a series about tsireyaoldersister!reader x neteyam and them falling in love and she helps him survive the shot and after that night they become mated🥹

All of this bc of this song, like it js sums up how you guys feel about each other☹️🩷

[obsolescent]

i was half asleep when i initially wrote this, so i need to edit and rewrite some parts, but i tried to take his behavior and trauma and such into account. also there’s some nsfw in here !! and one last thing : this isn’t finished, so i’ll probably add more to the hcs later :DD

but vkvkv im so excited to discuss this with you!! i love hearing other perspectives, especially since im not as knowledgeable about his time in raccoon city (the game scares me. i’ve got 5 hours in the game and i haven’t even gotten the maiden medallion yet) and i haven’t finished re4 or even started re6. so please don’t hold back and gimme all you got ^^

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leon wouldn’t want someone in his line of work. it would be a constant reminder of the horrors of his job, and while he would be able to share the burden of fear and pain, ultimately he does show avoidance traits.

i think leon would be a little hesitant if there was an age gap, but if said person was mature enough, was sure about themselves, and was independent he could overlook it.

leon would want someone independent and mature. he’s often away on missions and doesn’t have time to talk or even shoot a text to them, so they would have to be understanding, be able to take care of themselves, and not hold it against him.

leon would want someone kind and nurturing. when he’s away from the horrors of his missions, he dreams of domesticity and a family. he would want s/o to have the desire to have a family of their own, but if they don’t want to or are unable to, then that’s completely fine with him as well.

while he wouldn’t open up about his issues, i think he would want to be doted on and taken care of from time to time. he would want it to be the smaller things like cleaning up after him, writing him notes, holding him when he’s had a hard day, and so on.

leon is a bit of a hypocrite in the sense that he wouldn’t open up about his problems (mostly because they’re classified and he struggles with communicating his emotions) but he would take on all of his s/o pain and do everything he can to find solutions.

leon’s love languages would be gift giving, quality time, and physical touch. he’s a bit awkward with it but it’s endearing and he does try his hardest.

petnames leon would use : baby, sweetheart, darling, sugar, love — sweet names.

in bed, i don’t think he would be able to indulge in most hard kinks. the amount of times leon has been choked by an enemy and has been traumatized by it would prevent him from doing the same to you, but i think at the most he would rest his hand there and gently caress the skin. i think he would prefer sweet, soft sex. he doesn’t mind a fast pace, and would prioritize your pleasure over his own. he’s a giver, but won’t object if you decide to pleasure him of your own accord.

i can see leon having an avoidance or disorganized attachment style. while he is afraid of intimacy, he so desperately wants and needs it.

leon is extremely touch starved. when he’s fully comfortable with his s/o, he would be very touchy in the comfort of his home (or theirs). in public, it would be small things like linking pinkies or holding hands.

Ahhh I loved these!! Thank you for sharing with me, I’ll chat about some of the ones I really like to keep it short :)

(Also perfectly understandable, I’ve had my fiancée play some parts of the game for me due to how damn scary it can get 😭 no pressure to play any of them though, literally take them at your own pace and have fun!!!)

18+ for discussion of sexual activities

Leon would be big on avoiding/hiding his feelings due to the job. He doesn’t want you to ever have to know of the horrors he’s gone through, see what he’s seen, so it would make sense he would try to divert the topic when it comes to speaking about his feelings in regard to work.

He would definitely benefit from someone (like myself ahah) who actually needs their own space away from their partner, someone who needs time alone and I think if he found that type of person, their relationship would work out well!

If I say Leon is actually a hopeless romantic who desires domesticity and wants to have a big, nurturing family, like the one that was sadly taken from him when he was a child? What then?? Also Leon girl dad, though he would be happy with any and all the children he would have!!!

But speaking of that, he wants a big family. I honestly think it would be a criteria for his future partner, something that he denied himself for so long that now, he isn’t going to shy away from what he wants any longer.

Since he’s a hopeless romantic he would love to be doted on and would love to dote on someone else, he would take the time to sit down and listen to all that you have to say and try anything to help you with any problems you may have! Him sitting there with you with a hand covering yours and rubbing your thumb while the other props his head up on the couch and he’s just staring adoringly at you while you chat away 😫

Acts of service was what I pegged Leon’s love language to be, but yeah also physical touch. He’s probably touched-starved after all these years alone, the poor thing :( but yes he’s pretty awkward, but he doesn’t let that stop him from showing you affection and love!!

Yes those pet names are very cute, but I think his favorite would be ones he had given you over the years, ones that started from a joke between to two of you or one from a sentimental moment the two of you shared ♡ (Ex. I was thinking of a scenario of a time you were watching the stars and you were gushing about them and he was being cheesy and called you his star but that’s what he started calling you after that moment 😭)

I feel the same way that he would not be aggressive or use weapon play when it comes to sex. He’s been in too many situations that would just bring back traumatic memories if he were to try anything like that in the bedroom. He’s very gentle and loving, also definitely a giver, going at the pace you like and making sure you’re satisfied before himself. He loves to receive as well, but not before you’ve had yours. (My headcanon that getting you off gets him off 🫠😵‍💫)

He would have conflicting feelings, but knows he wants the intimacy and all that comes with it. While trying to stay with his newfound principles of no longer denying himself after years of doing so he will (try to) be fearless and open up to love and all that it offers ♡

(I did not keep this short, I’m sorry LMFAO)

[bananafire11]

quick fanart for @murdadixon of her series, the dixon chronicles (with her ver. of reader ofc ofc) :D i just had to. im totally hooked on your stuff. i couldnt NOT doodle something. thanks for all that you write!!

[starstruckloves]

Imagine turning over in your bed, your eyes still heavy and mind foggy. You had just woken up from a nap after a long day. As you try to sit up you rub your groggy eyes before noticing an extra weight on you.

A new, heavy blanket laid draped across your body. At first, you pick up part of the blanket, staring at it with a raised brow until the dots finally connect. You’re f/o must have come in to check on you while you were asleep. You feel a warm feeling in your chest as you continue to look at the blanket for a few moments before getting up, a bit more ready to continue your day with someone waiting for you <3

[baddieland09]

Should I write something for squid games guy😛 my things are open for request

[snail-day]

I fear I have gone soft, here is JJK husbands x Reader play fighting.

Satoru is, without a doubt, the most playful of husbands. Mischief practically sparkles in his bright blue eyes as he corners you, wiggling his fingers ominously before lunging. Whether you like it or not, you will be tickled. Just loves watching you scramble away, curling into a tiny, desperate ball, laughing breathlessly as you plead for mercy. But mercy isn’t in his vocabulary. Instead, he grins down at you, bright eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh? What’s this?” he coos, tilting his head dramatically. “A little snack-sized human? Guess I better show you what happens when a curse eats you.” Before you can protest, he’s on you - playfully nipping at your shoulders, your neck, even your cheeks. His teeth graze your skin between bouts of harsh tickling (he's not gentle with it, you will be bruised by morning), his warm hands squeezing your sides until you're a giggling, half-crying mess. He only stops when you're gasping for air, sprawled across the floor, cheeks flushed, and eyes watery. And even then, he kisses your forehead sweetly, whispering, “You’re too cute when you’re helpless.”

Suguru is different - rougher, slower, and far more smug. He doesn’t just play-fight with you; he toys with you. A playful smirk tugs at his lips as he effortlessly traps you, long fingers curling around your wrist as he twists your arm behind your back - gently, but with enough force to remind you that struggling is pointless. Leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear. “Shhh, baby. Just let it happen,” he whispers a slight chuckle leaving his lips. You wince as you try to pull away. “See? If you keep squirming, it’s only going to hurt more.” The way he restrains you feels almost too easy, and it doesn’t help that his chest is pressed flush against your back, his warmth seeping into you. Then you feel it - the unmistakable hardness against you. He knows you notice, and that only makes his smirk grow. “Aw, feeling shy now?” he taunts, pressing just a little closer. Play fighting with Suguru is always a dangerous game, because he knows exactly how to turn it into something else.

Nanami doesn’t engage in nonsense - at least, that’s what he wants you to believe. But if you’re feeling particularly brave and decide to poke the bear, he’ll indulge you. Just once. He lets out a deep, exasperated sigh, adjusting his tie as he watches you with mild amusement. And then, in a single swift motion, he grabs you, effortlessly tossing you onto the bed as if you weigh nothing. His large hands pin you down just long enough for you to realize - oh, he’s strong. There’s no smug teasing, no taunting - just the confidence of a man. He stares down at you with a small smirk, shaking his head. “Are you done?” he asks, voice calm, but there’s a hint at something playful in his tone. And when you huff in defiance, his lips twitch just slightly. “Good. Because I have work to do.” And yet, as he pulls away, there’s a fleeting touch - a warm palm grazing your hip, a small brush of his fingers along your cheek - that betrays just how much he enjoys indulging you.

Sukuna? Yeah, let’s not. The moment you so much as think about play fighting with him, he’s already watching you like a predator sizing up its prey. Lips curling into a sharp, nearly playful grin as he cracks his knuckles, tilting his head. “You sure about that, little one?” he muses, eyes gleaming at the challenge. If you try to land a playful shove, he’s immediately countering - grabbing your wrist so fast you barely register the movement before you’re flipped onto your back, pinned beneath his weight. His claws press lightly into your skin, enough to remind you exactly who you’re dealing with. “Tch. You’re too weak,” scoffing, though there’s something almost affectionate in the way he smirks down at you, another glint of amusement in his crimson gaze. He likes to watch you struggle, likes to see you realize there’s no winning against him. And if you pout? If you grumble that he’s being unfair? He only laughs - a deep, rich sound that vibrates through your chest as you squirm - before leaning down, lips ghosting over your ear. “Cry all you want, brat. You started this.”

[milliesfishes]

*tentatively peeking out of my shell* hey guys...hehe...how are we doing?

[panpanicatmha]

COME GET SOME GOOD OLD HURT/COMFORT BESTIES.

“Look at me, Bakugo?” Katsuki takes in a sharp inhale, purposefully keeping his eyes averted from Kirishima’s. Don’t look, don’t look, don’t fucking look— “Did…did I do something?” Kirishima asks, voice laced with hesitancy and hurt. “Are you mad at me?” Katsuki’s eyes widen, head snapping up automatically to find Kirishima’s face and tell him no, he didn’t do anything, he— Ah, shit. Kirishima is sitting on the couch beside Katsuki, head tilted slightly and his face completely gone.

[jlan22]

kirbtober day 5+6 : animal friend + royalty!

[extra version with white background for the characters under the cut!]

[unformula1]

happy birthday (LS2 x OP81)

synopsis: happy birthday oscar piastri. ur amazing. lovely lovely oscar!! w/c: 688 a/n: it’s oscar piastri day!! there’s a lot of logical flaws in this story but who cares right. day 13 of Loscar posts until we get a LOSCAR PODIUM (series masterlist) also remind me to write a part 2 to this on the 31st of December okay 

Oscar stares at his lock screen, his stare is blank and unreadable. He watches the multiple notifications slide in all wishing him happy birthday in one way or another. He swipes them away after briefly reading the first few words.

He looks back up at the clock again, 10am. He sighs and looks back down at his phone as it fades to black. He turns it on again, still staring at the empty lock screen.

He starts floating into a daze.

His phone rings, which snaps him out of his trance. It’s Lando. 

He picks up the phone

“Hey.” He says, trying his best to sound excited. Well, he is but he’s more excited for something else.

“Hello Oscar Piastri.” Lando says, clearly sensing Oscar’s lack of excitement, “Clearly someone hasn’t texted in yet.” Lando scoffs softly but Oscar can hear it.

“Shut up.” Oscar says, rolling his eyes, “I’m not expecting his text, we haven’t talked in a while okay.”

“Really?” Lando pushes.

“Yes.”

“Sure?”

“Yes. Very sure.”

“Liar.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re still waiting for Logan’s little happy birthday!” Lando says it in a childish sound.

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.” 

“No.”

“Okay once you’re done waffling on about it, Logan’s here… like outside the McLaren garage.” Lando says, which piques Oscar’s attention.

“Why are you there so early?” Oscar says, diverting the subject of the conversation.

“Needed to talk.”

“Liar.”

Oscar says as Lando hangs up.

He tuts and gets up, throwing on his coat and walking out. He briskly walks to the track, which isn’t that far.

Oscar anxiously walks into the paddock, his eyes darting around to find Logan. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous. Maybe it was because he had the looming thought that Logan would never wish him happy birthday again, which wouldn’t be that big of a deal if it wasn’t Logan but it was and it meant everything.

Logan and Oscar were the closest of friends before all of this. Logan wished Oscar happy birthday every single year at 12 midnight sharp but ever since last year he hasn’t.

Last year, Logan wished Oscar at a random time in the day which disappointed Oscar a little by not receiving a message at 12 midnight.

However, this year Logan hasn’t even wished Oscar a happy birthday probably because they were nearing the final thread of their friendship. It suddenly dawned on Oscar that he would never get another “happy birthday!” from Logan if he didn’t do anything now.

He panics.

He fucked up real bad didn’t he.

He forgot to wish Logan a happy birthday last year and now Logan probably thought that meant the end of their friendship.

God he was stupid.

He beat himself up over forgetting to wish him and regretted everything.

He swiftly finds the McLaren garage but no Logan, he quickly wipes his disappointment and walks into the garage. His entire team is there to wish him a happy birthday and that made him feel slightly better. He smiles widely for the camera and blows out the candles. 

Lando makes some snarky remark which causes Oscar to chuckle stupidly again.

It takes them a few minutes to wrap everything up but when they do, Oscar takes out his phone and the message lingering there makes his face light up.

Logan: happy birthday oscar!! come outside please

Oscar shuts his phone off, being so excited he forgets to respond to the message. He darts past his team and pushes the garage door open and right there is Logan Hunter Sargeant.

“Happy Birthday Oscar.” Logan says, presenting Oscar a soft toy of a koala.

Oscar’s smile widens even more and he feels like he’s stupid smiling right now but he couldn’t care less.

He hugs the koala tight and snuggles it before running up to Logan and hugging him.

“Thank you.” Oscar says as he tightly grips onto Logan.

“Happiest of birthdays Oscar.”

“I promise I’ll never forget yours again.” Oscar says as he hugs Logan tighter.

“Are we still talking about this? I told you it’s alright.”

“No it’s not. It isn’t.”

“Whatever.” Logan chuckles.