#they mean this in the most affectionate way

[luffydotcom]

physical touches (one piece x reader)

synopsis: where they are most physically affectionate feat: luffy, zoro, sanji (monster trio) warnings: none! just fluff here 🫂 notes: i feel like turning these into short fics/drabbles in the future perchance 😝 also i had rihanna's loveeeeeee song in my head AHH

luffy

arms

he's not just dangling off of your arms, he's wrapped around you at all times. LUFFY is known to be a huge hugger and this is no exception when it comes to a relationship.

he loves the feeling of being able to hold you close and the warmth of nuzzling against your skin, especially after a long day of fighting and adventuring. he's very jumpy and active, so this kind of affection in a way calms him down.

after you accomplish something big, or even after a small moment of excitement he's already diving into your arms for a big hug, whether you like it or not! or even if it's nothing at all, he likes to hug you at random, grabbing you and lifting you in a firm embrace throughout the day.

he likes hugging you during sleep as well, his stretchy arms enfolding you and leaving you with no escape from his warmth. you're practically tangled in his arms until he decides to let go... whenever that is!

zoro

shoulders + lap + chest

ZORO prefers affection when it is a smaller and more subtle way (although not always!), it's these little moments of affection that end up having the most meaning.

when you catch him sitting against the railing of the ship, napping, you sit next to him, leaning against his heavy shoulder. he won't say anything, but it makes him feel calm knowing that you're there. sometimes he'll catch you sitting and relaxing yourself and set himself down beside you and lean on you slightly too, no words needed.

if you're not sitting close to him and leaning against him, he likes when you rest on his lap when he's sitting. if you sleep on his lap, he'll occasionally look down at you just to see your face, feeling content to see you so completely at ease, and careful not to wake you.

his CHEST. he's a big guy after all, making his chest the perfect place to lie down on. he tries to play it off like it's nothing, but you can hear the fast drumming of his heart betraying him as you lie on him. you can easily trace the scar lining down his broad chest when he's asleep.

sanji

hands

for SANJI, this is obviously a given!! sanji sees his hands as the most precious and sacred part of himself, and treats them like treasure. his hands are trusted not just for cooking, but for giving and receiving all kinds of love and affection. because they are so well taken care of, every touch is soft, tender and careful.

when you're feeling stressed or anxious, a gentle squeeze from his hand is enough to take all your worries away and let you know that he's always there for you.

he loves holding hands and interlocking fingers with you. it's a small gesture of affection that he does over and over because he finds it oddly comforting. if you're close to him and you feel his soft fingers brush against yours, the next thing you know he's seizing your hand tight without a sign of letting go.

sometimes you gently take hold of his hands and hold them up so they're right between you both, or you'll bring them to rest against your chest, or delicately plant tender kisses on his knuckles. either option has him completely flustered. his hands start getting a little shaky from nerves and he has to look away to avoid meeting your gaze, face red.

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[rollingeevee]

What did the minions first think of darling for both beast and ancient cookies

SORRY FOR THE ABSENCE! Been feeling not super amazing health wise so I took a small unannounced hiatus (sorry about that) and am still a lil iffy so will probs be slow for at least a couple more weeks ^^;

Now onto the answer!

For the minions we have so far (Cloud Haetae, Nutmeg Tiger, Candy Apple, Black Sapphire), I can say this

Cloud Haetae Cookie:

• I have a feeling they instantly became attached!

• Their master seems really fond of you, so that means they should adore you, right?

• Adoption time? Adoption time- aidhcj

• They are at your beck and call, more than happy to serve you in any way they can! Except for escape, of course. That would upset their master.

• They love being around you in general. Mystic Flour is not very outwardly affectionate, but you make up for that and give them plenty of attention.

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie

• I don’t see her liking you at first, perhaps seeing you as unworthy of The Great Destroyer. What ploy did you use to make him so infatuated with you?

• Burning Spice is quick to shut down any hostility she may have towards you. The only reason he didn’t crumble her right then and there was because you begged him not to.

• She felt a lil indebted to you afterwards, and given how quickly fierce and angered Burning Spice became over a small glare your way, she knew you were here to stay

• She tried to make it up to The Great Destroyer and you by offering to train you and help you become stronger, something you accepted and that Burning Spice approved of

• Tho she’s a lil gung ho when it comes to fighting and serving the Great Destroyer, her company is the closest thing you can consider to normal in your new life as the recipient of Burning Spice’s bite

Candy Apple Cookie

• Oh boy she hated you at first. Technically still does

• She adores Shadow Milk and has always desired his attention, and here you are with just stealing it away without any effort?! UGH!

• Shadow Milk is quick to notice her attitude,, but leaves it be. A test to see if she’s smart enough to obey his desires and leave you alone.

• A test she fails.

• She had never been punished as severely as when she tried to bring harm to you. She was lucky Shadow Milk didn’t crumble her. Her only saving grace was how much you seemed to like her and tried to get along with her. One of the few tethers keeping you compliant for the moment.

• This did not get rid of her jealousy, but it did pacify her. She tolerates you at most.

Black Sapphire Cookie

• Black Sapphire is a follower of Shadow Milk above all else. If Shadow Milk says you are to remain in the Spire, that is where you are to be. If Shadow Milk wants you attached at his hip, Black Sapphire will do his best to ensure you remain there.

• He’s not necessarily fond of you per se- not any more than he needs to be at least.

• Shadow Milk trusts Black Sapphire around you much more than he does Candy Apple, and allows Black Sapphire to get physically close to you and attend to you when he himself cannot, but he’s a fickle contradiction. He allows the close proximity but gets grumbly about it later. You can’t win with this guy ughhhhh

• Anything his Lord Shadow Milk wants, he gets. Shall he attend to you while Shadow Milk is busy? Of course! Oh- he needs to leave- ok-

• Unlike Candy Apple, Black Sapphire is fully aware of what you are. He’s been around longer, knows what that mark on you means, what that possessive attitude entails. I feel when Black Sapphire was younger, he might have been bratty with one of or perhaps Shadow Milk’s very first bitten, something he quickly learned was a no no, much like Candy Apple.

• And as much as Candy Apple annoys him, she’s still his sister, and he does his brotherly duties to make sure she doesn’t do anything too stupid and get herself killed by their master

[lov3lycosmos]

𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑌 𝐾𝐼𝐷𝑆 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸 𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐺𝑈𝐴𝐺𝐸𝑆 (maknae line)

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Maknae Line x GN!Reader

Warnings: maybe a bit suggestive?

Cosmos note: finally doing the maknae line to this post T–T

my library!

HAN JISUNG: Words of Affirmation & Physical Touch

• Han Jisung wears his heart on his sleeve, and that’s especially true when it comes to love. He expresses his affection through constant reassurances, playful teasing, and heartfelt compliments. Whether it’s a soft “I’m so proud of you,” whispered when no one else is around, or a loud “That’s my baby!” shouted with zero shame, Han makes sure to let it be known just how much is felt in that big heart of his. He’s the type to send long, rambling texts when inspiration strikes, telling every little reason he loves being around — from the way that laugh makes him smile to the way being hugged makes him feel grounded again. He keeps little sticky notes hidden in bags, notebooks, or jacket pockets, just so they’re found at random moments and brighten the day. His love isn’t just spoken — it’s loud, proud, and constant.

• Han clings like it’s second nature. Physical touch is how he feels safe and connected, so he’ll always be reaching out — looping arms, leaning into shoulders, wrapping himself around during movie nights, or tugging close during sleepy mornings. It’s never just about being physically close — it’s his way of saying “I’m here,” without needing words. On tough days, he’ll hold tighter, rubbing soft circles into backs, brushing hair out of faces, or simply lying still, heart pressed to heart. And when energy’s high, he’s all tickles, giggles, and playful tackles, craving touch in a way that always feels comforting, never overwhelming. With Han, love is something felt through every squeeze of the hand, every forehead kiss, and every time he tucks someone closer like he’s afraid to let go.

LEE FELIX: Gift Giving & Physical Touch

• Felix puts so much thought into everything he gives. Whether it’s a tiny trinket from a random shop or something handmade that took him hours, each gift comes with so much meaning it’s impossible not to melt. He remembers the most specific things — a snack mentioned once in passing, a keychain that looked like a favorite character, a bracelet in a favorite color — and tucks them away until the perfect moment. To him, gifts aren’t about the price or size. They’re about saying “I saw this and thought of you,” or “I wanted you to have this because it reminds me of how special you are.” He lights up when handing them over, always a little shy but so proud, and he’ll always add a little note or whisper something soft like, “I hope this makes you smile.” And it always does — because it’s Felix, and everything he gives comes straight from the heart.

• He’s also so cuddly. Touch is how he recharges — through soft hugs from behind, gentle head pats, fingers intertwined during quiet walks, and wrapping arms around like he never wants to let go. He loves long, lazy cuddles on the couch, often burying his face into a shoulder or chest while whispering about his day. When he’s happy, he’ll pull close and sway to music only he can hear. When he’s tired, he’ll find comfort in resting together, skin warm against skin, letting out content sighs like it’s the safest place in the world. Felix’s touch is never demanding — it’s gentle, patient, always full of love. And being held by him feels like being wrapped in sunshine: warm, soft, and a little bit magical.

KIM SEUNGMIN: Words of Affirmation & Acts of Service

• Seungmin might tease sometimes, but his words carry so much love when he wants you to know how deeply he cares. He has a quiet way of affirming everything you are — never over-the-top, but always honest and sincere. Whether it’s a softly murmured “You did great today,” or a dry but affectionate “Of course you handled it, you’re you,” he’ll never let you forget your worth. He notices the little things you do and makes sure you hear about them. And when you’re having a hard day, he knows just what to say to ground you — never cheesy, just real, and exactly what you need to hear. He’s the type to leave little notes on your desk before a test or message you out of nowhere just to say, “I’m proud of you.” He doesn’t drown you in words — but the ones he gives? They always hit straight to the heart.

• His love shows up in the way he quietly takes care of things, sometimes before you even realize they need to be done. If you mention needing to run errands, he’s already checking them off your list before you wake up. If you’re cold, there’s a hoodie being tossed at you with a casual, “Wear this, you’ll catch a cold.” When you’re tired, he’ll grumble about how you need to rest more, all while tucking a blanket around you and turning down the lights. He won’t make a big show of it — that’s not his style — but he’s always there, quietly and consistently, making life easier for you in the most thoughtful ways. His care isn’t loud, but it’s always there, woven into the background of your everyday life — constant, comforting, and full of love.

YANG JEONGIN: Physical Touch & Quality Time

• Jeongin may come off a little shy or playful at first, but when it comes to affection, he’s all in — especially through gentle touches. Whether it’s resting his chin on your shoulder from behind, playfully nudging you with his knee while you’re sitting together, or linking pinkies when you walk side by side, his body finds a way to stay connected to yours. He loves curling up next to you while watching something, slowly inching closer until he’s practically draped over you like a blanket. He might not always say how he feels out loud, but the way he pulls you in for a quiet hug after a long day says it all. Every touch is soft, deliberate, and comforting — like he’s silently saying, “I’m here. You’re safe.” Sometimes his members get a bit upset as they can never get close to the maknae without him complaining.

• For Jeongin, nothing beats just being with you. He doesn’t need grand plans — in fact, he prefers the quiet simplicity of your company. Whether you're out grabbing convenience store snacks, lying on the floor sharing earbuds, or just sitting together doing your own thing, every moment feels special to him when you're by his side. He'll drop everything for a movie night with you, and it's always him who gets excited planning the snack lineup or picking out a theme. When he’s busy with schedules or work, he’ll FaceTime you just to sit in silence together — not because he has anything to say, but because being near you, even virtually, helps him recharge. He treasures time with you like it’s the best part of his day, because to him, it is.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hiiihoo ! I'd like to request for some hcs between (netflix) dante and a tall s/o? Like close to his height who feels insecure about it sometimes

Ty for your time and have a nice day!

Dante loves that your both the same height!

he loves that he doesn't have to lean down or anything to compensate for your diffrence in height.

he could easily kiss any aspect of your face or rest his forehead against your own and stare into your eyes for a prolonged time.

his favourite things to do from time to time whenever he got affectionate, which was basically anytime you were nearby.

he's naturally a physically affectionate person but knew his boundaries and if he was being too much, not that was ever a case for you

so when he finds that you were insecure about being tall on the odd occasion when someone dares point it out, only to be a dick about it then he's more then ready to be of comfort.

'you're the perfect height.' he says softly as he holds you in his arms. 'besides height is not something we can easily alter anyways but people choose to act like it is says alot about their characters.' he adds.

'what does it say about them dante?' you asked him, head buried in his neck as his hands rubbed up and down your back soothingly.

'it just goes to show that they're projecting their insecuries and problmes on everyone else who's remotely happy with themsleves and their lives becuase they could never be happy with their own.' dante tells you truthfully.

'so why should you listen to them when you're perfectly happier as yourself,' he smiles at you when you lift your head from his neck, kissing your forehead and nuzziling your nose with his onw affectionately, 'because i like you the way you are and wouldn't dare ask you to chage a single aspect of yourself.'

'you mean it?' you aksed him, starting to feel slightly better. 'that you like me, height and all?'

'especially height and all sweetheart, make no mistake about that.' dante guarentees as he pecks your lips multiple times that you couldn't help but start to laught against his lips, his goofy affection making you forget the events of the day prior as though by magic.

though you guessed that was just the magic of Dante and his ability to make you seemingly forget anything and everything that might attempt to bring you down, only for him to uplift you and make you smile once more.

and you couldn't help but love and thank him for that, for being someone that you could lean on and cry while he reminds you that most of people's issues reside in themsleves and their lack of insight, but while making you laugh about the times he almost lost a limb doing the most stupid shit known to man and demon kind.

'thank you dante.' you said as you gave him a little kiss on the lip as he smiles, showing his sharp canines of his.

'don't thank me sweetheart, im just merely reminding you of your worth, reminding you to never take anyone seriously and just let their words slide off of you like water off a duck's back.' dante tells you, kissing the tip of your nose before adding. 'now lets treat oursleves by sharing a strawberry sundae shall we?'

and a nice strawberry sundae you both had, the sweet treat was healing to say the least.

[jyoongim]

Okay, so

This idea has been (lol hazbin) rotting in the back of my mind for, forever now

Basically, reader and alastor are besties, but also damn dense. They both like, like each other, BUT reader is too nervous, and fearful of rejection to confess, and al is just in denial, and partly scared of rejection too.

And Charlie noticed this (of course), thinking they would get together any day now, but of course she was wrong, because the two are tip toeing around anything related to romance with each other, not realizing they both feel the same.

So Charlie basically ships them, and the rest eventually notice it too, some frustrated because they won't just get together already, while others are more patient,

Until, one day reader or Y/N, and alastor are just chatting in the lobby on a couch, when Charlie decides she had enough of this, yelling something along the lines of "you two kiss right now, or I'll make you!" Of course with the best intentions, because she's just a sweet little donut.

Unfortunately my mind goes blank here, somehow they do end up kissing, and like admittedly I'm a huge ass simp, could it end up with them making out? Of course not in front of everyone, because um... Al is affectionate behind closed doors, like no doubt, of course subtle things in public, but that doesn't matter right now.

If you could do this it would make my absolutely day <3

Love your writing :3

Title: Awkwardly In Love

The Happy Hotel was buzzing with its usual chaotic energy. The lobby, with its eclectic mix of neon signs, mismatched furniture, and the distant hum of otherworldly voices, felt like a home away from home for Y/N. They were lounging on one of the couches, a half-drunk cup of coffee in hand, chatting with their best friend, Alastor.

Alastor, with his impeccable posture and the eerie air of someone who always had control over the situation, looked particularly… well, Alastor today. His pinstripe suit shimmered in the soft glow of the hotel’s lights, his eyes dancing with the usual manic gleam.

“I’m telling you, Y/N, the culinary world is truly one of the most thrilling frontiers for artistic expression,” he said, his voice thick with enthusiasm. He leaned forward just a bit, hands gesturing as he spoke with the kind of passion that could make even the most mundane topic sound exciting.

Y/N snorted, the familiar sound of Al’s voice breaking through their nervous haze. They shifted a little, trying not to stare too much. God, when was it going to stop feeling like their heart was in their throat every time he looked at them?

“That’s a really dramatic way of putting it,” Y/N teased, their lips twitching into a smile. “It’s food, Al. It’s not a battle royale. No need to get that worked up about it.”

Alastor’s smile widened, a touch of something mischievous flickering in his eyes. “Ah, but you see, my dear friend, where others see food, I see magic. True magic.”

Y/N was about to respond when they were interrupted by an overly enthusiastic voice calling their name.

“Y/N! Al!” Charlie burst into the lobby, practically bouncing on her heels. Her eyes immediately locked onto the two of them sitting so close together. She had that gleam in her eyes—like she was about to make a suggestion that was probably going to be the worst idea ever.

"Hey, Charlie," Y/N greeted with a wave, momentarily relieved to have something other than Alastor to focus on.

“Oh my god, you two are so cute together,” Charlie said, plopping down beside Y/N without so much as a glance at the couch's actual armrest. “I mean, it’s so obvious!”

Y/N felt their stomach drop. “C-Charlie, what are you—?”

Alastor, as ever, maintained his dignified smile, but there was a slight twitch in his eye. “Charlie, what are you implying, exactly?”

“You two, come on! You’ve been practically inseparable for weeks now, and it’s honestly adorable how much you’re both trying to pretend that you don’t like each other,” Charlie said, clearly not holding back her excitement.

Y/N froze, feeling their face go beet red. “N-No, we’re just friends!” they stammered, shifting uncomfortably in their seat.

Alastor made a sound of mild amusement, but there was something unreadable in his expression. “Yes, yes. Friends,” he echoed, his voice a little too smooth, like he was trying to convince himself of something.

Charlie gave them a pointed look, crossing her arms. “You two are so obvious,” she said dramatically. “It’s like watching two people try to avoid a train wreck. It’s painful.”

Before anyone could respond, Charlie’s face lit up like she’d just found the solution to a very obvious problem.

“That’s it!” she declared, practically standing up in her excitement. “You two need to kiss. Right now.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in sheer panic. “W-what?!”

Alastor’s expression stiffened, but a flicker of something—maybe confusion or surprise—showed through. “Charlie, I believe you’re misunderstanding—”

“Nope!” Charlie cut him off with a dramatic flourish, hands on her hips. “I’m done watching this nonsense. The sexual tension between you two is palpable! If you won’t do it yourselves, I’ll make you!” She threw her hands in the air like a showman unveiling the grand finale.

Y/N almost choked on air. “I—No—Charlie, you’re crazy—”

“I’m serious!” she pressed. “Kiss right now, or I’ll make you both do it!” She grinned, clearly pleased with herself.

Y/N was on the verge of sinking into the couch in pure embarrassment, but before they could even process what was happening, Alastor—Alastor—took a breath. He stood up suddenly, straightening his jacket with an almost mechanical precision.

“Very well, then,” he said, his voice still smooth but with a slight edge to it. His crimson eyes locked onto Y/N’s, and for the first time, they could swear they saw something like nervousness behind that cool, collected exterior. “I believe, if this is truly your wish, we should get this over with.”

Y/N's heart slammed in their chest. "A-Alastor, no, we—"

Alastor wasn’t listening. With a swift movement that left Y/N breathless, he stepped forward, cupping their face gently in his hands, his thumb brushing across their cheek with surprising tenderness. The touch, so warm and close, sent a jolt of electricity through Y/N's entire body.

There was a heartbeat of silence—just the two of them, standing so close, the entire world falling away. Y/N’s breath caught in their throat. Was this really happening?

And then, without further hesitation, Alastor leaned in.

Y/N’s world tilted as their lips met. It was… soft at first. Hesitant. A bit unsure, like neither of them had quite figured out how to be more than what they were—friends, best friends, who'd danced around this moment for far too long.

But it didn’t stay tentative for long. The kiss deepened, and suddenly, it was like they were both starved for this closeness, this connection they hadn’t dared name before. Y/N’s heart pounded in their ears, their hands moving on their own to rest on Alastor’s chest.

Alastor was warm—so warm, the heat of his touch spreading through them in a way they didn’t know they craved until now.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathing heavily, eyes wide, unsure how to even process what had just happened. Y/N blinked rapidly, their face burning.

“I—I don’t—” Y/N began, but the words stuck in their throat.

Alastor cleared his throat, but the faint flush on his face betrayed him. “That was…” He paused, then smiled—a small, knowing smile that held a little more than just their usual banter. “Interesting.”

Y/N laughed nervously, not entirely sure whether to laugh or cry. “I—yeah. That was… something.”

Charlie, still seated on the armrest, beamed from ear to ear, clearly pleased with herself. “I knew it! Took you two long enough.”

Y/N glanced at Alastor, and for the first time, saw a small, playful glint in his eye. “I suppose… it’s a start?” he said, his voice a little warmer than usual.

Y/N nodded, still reeling. “Yeah. A start.”

As Charlie clapped happily in the background, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something much more than they had ever expected.

And for once, they didn’t mind that it took a little push from their overly optimistic princess to get them there.

The End

[hearts4sturn]

STAY WITH ME – MATT STURNIOLO

pairing: clingy!matt sturniolo x fem!reader synopsis: matt wants reader to stay warnings: lowercase intended, use of y/n, tooth rotting fluff

rays of the sun peeped through the soft folds of the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room and quietly announcing the arrival of a new day. nestled under the blankets on the bed was a couple—matt and y/n—entwined so closely it was as if even the air between them dared not exist. they lay wrapped around each other, still caught in the gentle haze of sleep, peaceful and undisturbed until the first light crept in and began to brush against their skin like a whisper.

y/n, a notoriously light sleeper, stirred first as the sunlight kissed her face. her eyelashes fluttered, delicate against her cheeks, before her eyes slowly blinked open, adjusting to the soft glow of morning. she let out a quiet yawn, her limbs instinctively trying to stretch out, but the motion was halted by the warm, grounding weight of matt’s arms still tightly wrapped around her. his hold was firm, yet comforting—possessive in the most affectionate way, as though some part of him feared she’d vanish if he loosened his grip.

she gave a gentle wriggle, trying to slip free, but the movement only caused matt to stir. his brows knit together slightly, and without opening his eyes, he mumbled in a sleep-heavy voice, “too early…” then, as if their closeness wasn’t already absolute, he buried his face deeper into the crook of her neck, letting out a low sigh that tickled her skin.

“matt, i have to start my day,” y/n whispered, trying not to smile as she resumed her gentle squirming.

matt’s arms only tightened around her in response, refusing to let her go. “no,” he said, voice muffled and stubborn.

y/n let out a soft laugh, her body going still as she looked down at him. “no?” she echoed, amused by his childish protest.

“mm-hmm,” he hummed, eyes still closed, face still pressed against her. “day doesn’t start unless you stay here. that’s the rule.”

“you just made that up,” she teased, her voice filled with affection.

“doesn’t mean it’s not real,” he murmured, finally cracking one eye open to look at her with the faintest, sleepy smile.

“whatever…” she mumbled, sighing softly as her fingers absentmindedly brushed a bit of hair from his forehead. “but matt, i seriously have to get up.”

“noooo,” matt whined, drawing the word out as he tightened his hold around her. “you stay.”

“matt… come on,” she tried to wiggle again, her voice a mix of fondness and mild frustration.

“if you get up, you hate me,” he pouted dramatically, peeking up at her with wide, exaggerated eyes.

“oh come on,” y/n gave him a pointed look, her lips twitching in amusement. “you’re not serious right now.”

“very serious!” he declared with mock gravity, shifting just enough to drape a leg over hers in a final act of defiance. “just stay for a few more minutes. five, tops.”

“you said that yesterday,” she said, raising a brow. “and then it turned into thirty.”

“well,” he said, smiling lazily, “yesterday’s minutes were different. these ones are special.”

“special, huh?”

“mm-hmm. these are ‘matt’s-in-love’ minutes. extremely rare. very valuable. cannot be wasted.”

she rolled her eyes, but her heart softened, the corners of her lips lifting into a quiet smile. “you’re ridiculous.”

“ridiculously in love with you,” he added, without missing a beat.

“ugh,” she groaned, trying to hide the way her cheeks warmed. “that’s so cheesy.”

“yeah, but you like it,” he said, eyes finally open now, looking at her like she was the only thing worth waking up for. “and you love me, so that means you’re kinda stuck.”

she sighed again, far less convincingly this time, and let herself melt into the mattress beside him, the tension in her limbs easing as he pulled her closer with a satisfied hum.

“five minutes,” she warned, already knowing it would be more.

“five,” he agreed, voice smug with victory. “maybe ten. or twenty. we’ll see.”

matt tucked his chin into the top of her head, sighing contentedly like he’d just won the world’s most important battle. his fingers lazily traced patterns along her back, slow and aimless, like he had all the time in the world.

“you’re the worst,” y/n mumbled against his chest, though she made no real effort to move.

“mmm. and yet, here you are,” he said smugly, pressing a sleepy kiss to her hairline. “clearly i’m doing something right.”

“you’re just warm,” she muttered, eyes fluttering shut for a moment despite herself. “like a human heater.”

“you forgot handsome. and charming. and persuasive.”

“you forgot delusional.”

matt gasped, full of mock offense. “you wound me.”

she snorted. “you’ll live.”

they laid there in comfortable silence for a beat, the kind that fills a room without needing words—just the rhythm of two hearts beating close together and the sound of morning creeping in around them. but eventually, y/n shifted again, gently tapping her fingers against his side.

“matt.”

“hm?”

“i really do have to get up soon. i’ve got that meeting at ten, and i still need to shower and eat and—”

“breakfast in bed,” he interrupted suddenly, lifting his head slightly like he’d just had a stroke of genius. “i’ll make you breakfast. you stay in bed, and i’ll bring it to you. perfect solution.”

y/n raised a skeptical brow. “you? cooking? last time you tried, the fire alarm went off.”

“that was one time,” he argued. “and the toaster was faulty.”

“it was cereal, matt.”

“a complicated cereal,” he said with a straight face. “it had... granola clusters.”

she giggled, burying her face into his chest to hide her smile. “you’re such an idiot.”

“but i’m your idiot,” he grinned, wrapping both arms around her again with triumphant glee.

“unfortunately,” she teased.

“blessedly,” he corrected, then leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. “just five more minutes. i swear. and then you can get up and do all your productive, impressive, boss-person things.”

she looked up at him, eyes soft. “you promise?”

he nodded solemnly. “scout’s honor.”

“you were never a scout.”

“okay, boyfriend’s honor. that’s rarer.”

she laughed again, the kind of laugh that melted into a smile before it was even fully formed. and finally, with a dramatic sigh, she let her head fall back to the pillow.

“five minutes.”

“five minutes,” he repeated, already settling in like he’d just convinced the universe to slow down time itself.

matt’s thumb traced slow, lazy circles against the small of her back, his breathing evening out again like he could drift right back to sleep. y/n lay still in his arms, staring at the ceiling with a soft, resigned smile playing on her lips. the room was quiet except for the distant hum of the city waking up outside, and the occasional rustle of the sheets when either of them shifted slightly.

“you know,” he said after a moment, voice hushed, almost thoughtful, “someday we won’t have to argue about five more minutes. we’ll just have the time.”

she glanced up at him, her head still tucked against his chest. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” he said, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “someday, maybe we’ll wake up like this and not have to rush anywhere. no alarms. no meetings. just… us.”

y/n was quiet for a beat, her expression softening. “that sounds kind of perfect.”

“yeah,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “it does.”

she let out a small breath, her fingers curling gently into the fabric of his shirt. “but for now, i do have alarms. and meetings. and actual responsibilities.”

“ugh, responsibilities,” he groaned dramatically. “who invented those? we should sue.”

she laughed quietly, the sound muffled against him. “matt?”

“yeah?”

“i’m serious. i have to get up.”

he tilted his head back with a sigh, staring at the ceiling like it had personally betrayed him. “fine. but at least let me get the door for you.”

“the door?” she echoed, confused.

“yep,” he said, already scooting down and crawling toward the foot of the bed, dragging the blanket halfway with him like a child refusing to share. “you’re clearly far too important to open your own bedroom door. let me do the honors.”

“matt, it’s not—” she stopped when he stumbled dramatically off the bed, tripping on the blanket and nearly faceplanting into the rug. “oh my god.”

“shhh,” he said, standing up with fake composure and brushing invisible dust from his sleep shirt. “you saw nothing. i’m still cool.”

“very cool,” she said, rolling her eyes affectionately as she sat up. “now move. i need to actually start my day.”

“fine,” he said, padding toward the door with exaggerated reluctance. “but don’t blame me when you miss your meeting because your boyfriend’s too charming to resist.”

“i’ll be sure to mention that in my apology email,” she replied, grabbing her robe off the back of the chair.

“cc me. i want credit.”

she walked past him, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek on her way out. “credit for delaying me, sure.”

as she disappeared down the hallway, matt stood in the doorway for a moment, watching her with the dopiest smile on his face. he scratched the back of his head, then turned back to the bed, flopping face-first into the pillows with a groan.

“five minutes turned into twenty again,” he mumbled into the sheets. “worth it.”

wc: 1.6k author's note: this was supposed to be a blurb… dividers: @hyunneskkami taglist: @courta13 @tits4matt @backwardshatnick @emely9274

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[misfxtteam]

“I get that, I know it’s complicated for you and Steve. Honestly I’ve never seen him get aggravated the way he does with you, not since he was a punk in Brooklyn at least," he recalls, "But I'm glad you're telling me, even if I had known the guy I would still appreciate the honesty more than anything"

Bucky hears him out about the possibility of Therapy still being able to help him, his eyes focused on the thumb that was tracing absently over Tony's skin. He can see the logic in what Tony said although the parallel of his arm didn't seem quite right.

"I do see what you mean, but I don't know. You're a genius, especially with tech. So even though you'd never seen anything like my arm before, your experience made it so you knew what you were doing. A therapist does go to school and would have knowledge and experience on how to help me with most of my issues, but just..I don't know..you're probably right. Drinking isn't the best coping mechanism...no," he has to agree with that, "but it's not the worst one I guess, and I feel the same way about therapy so it feels unfair that I should encourage you to seek it out when I'm still heavily on the fence about it," he admits.

He has to admit that he's enjoying the simple affection of holding hands. Tony had initiated it so it felt alright to continue it, and Bucky was an affectionate guy if he was close enough with someone. Sure he and Tony had barely just started to be able to tolerate one another but after everything they had done today and then the whole conversation they'd just had, he felt closer to Tony than nearly anyone else he knew, so it felt alright. Especially since he was offering to help find his sister. His eyes widen at that, "Would you really? I..Tony I would really appreciate that, even just knowing what happened to her would mean a lot"

“I get that, I mean you can’t force people to change their minds or how they view things and I don’t expect you to try to it’s just…I don’t know, I still can’t believe people have responded that way. I know Steve must have had some kind of reaction about your dad, and I’m guessing it wasn’t the best kind. I barely met the guy so I have no previous bias about him, but the way Steve worked with him especially after the Serum…it doesn’t take a genius to know what Steve’s perspective on the guy was,” he reasons.

He nods, to everything Tony says after that, “I never thought of it that way but yeah, therapy really is just non-judge mental talking about stuff. I’m not sure if you feel this way though but the idea that a therapist who hasn’t actually gone through even a quarter of the mess I’ve dealt with being the one to be able to help seems…crazy. Sure they might be able to listen and understand how I feel about things but I genuinely don’t understand how they’ll be able to figure out how I should best cope with it all”

He looks down for a moment when Tony’s thumb brushes his skin, he doesn’t know why but he was actually able to take comfort from little gestures like that when it came from Tony. The only other person who came close to be able to ease his anxieties or traumas had been Steve and it had still never felt like his. Steve was empathetic sure and he cared deeply for him, obviously, but with Tony it felt like more than that, more like Tony genuinely understood exactly what he was dealing with when it came to stuff like that.

He squeezes Tony’s hand lightly, “Yeah..yeah you’re right. I don’t know the first thing about trying to track anyone down from before, I think Steve did it to track down the Howling Commandos when he woke up. But I guess I should start by trying to figure out which boarding school she was sent to and go from there? I don’t want to have any more regrets, especially not from just taking too long,” he mumbles, his own thumb tracing absently against Tony’s skin.

[bleedingichorhearts]

Can you write some relationship headcanons for Khorne?

𝐊𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬:

“Killin’ two in one. Khorne would be proud. :D Was falling asleep doing this, lol.” - Ichor

Summary - "Smut & Normal headcanons for Khrone."

TW // Smut, Teratophilia.

|°𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕃𝕚𝕤𝕥°|

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫: Khorne

"Though the gates that stand between the mortal world and the immortal Realm of Chaos are now closed to me, still I would rather die having glimpsed eternity than never to have stirred from the cold furrow of mortal life. I embrace death without regret as I have embraced life without fear." - Kargos Bloodspitter, Champion of Khorne

𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜/𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜:

This god… where to start? Ah, grumpy. He’s a grumpy/gruff type. He’s always the mood sourer to rain upon your sunshine filled days. He will tell you that you look astonishing when you need it, but will he say anything about it when you look normal? No. It’s not a big deal to him to see what you’re dressed up in. You could go bare and he would care less until other matters come into play…

He maybe grumpy, but I can see him being a rather good gentleman as well. Maybe it’s because he’s the first Chaos god, and he looks rather calm upon his throne in the art’s of him. Either way, he’ll open a door for you when needed. He’ll hunt for you if needed, and give you a compliment when you need it, not because you want it. He doesn’t like dealing with brats, especially Slannesh.

Fights for you, and/or sends minions in his place to protect you as you are highly valued considering your by a gods’ side, and on good terms with one too. Sticking with the Khorne however, he fights for you, and that is quite a rare sight. I mean, not many would want to pick a fight with a god. A practical war god at that too. That would just be carelessly dumb, but there are a few who try and test his mettle.

He likes to keep you close, and the bullet point above is one of those reasons why. You’re valuable to him. You can be used against him, and he rather not experience that sort of situation despite his eternal age. Another reason why he would not like a brat that simply shrugs him off as they do not know the horrors of this world… He’s keeping you safe, remember that.

His kisses are surprisingly soft and full of tongue. The more affectionate kisses could be gentle nuzzles into your neck, cheek, forehead and the top of your head. The ones filled with tongue? Are a bit messy as he likes to taste a bit of your skin and mark you up with his saliva, but it’s also a very heated act. He doesn’t do any types of kissing often, but if needed. It would be a private matter.

He saying “I love you” would take a millennium for you to hear. He’s not one to really express himself with words, more so on actions. So, don’t really expect him to be anywhere near talkative, but do expect a little bit of gift-giving and active body language here and there. Mostly privately. He has a deadly reputation to uphold.

His influence upon you isn’t actually forced, nor strong. He wants a willing partner, not some drunk-dazed one. He likes not extorting his power in order to sway you for he could save it for the battles that are always making him hunger. Sure, he’ll entertain you here and there of what he can do, but that’s about it. No fancy tricks, words or pretty display, that’s Tzeentchs’ deal. However, he does like to show himself off.

He isn’t one to get jealous, not in a millennia- or maybe half of one. I’d say this because there are times where he has gotten jealous, but he is not irrational about it. Well, maybe if there was another lover in the way, but still. He’s rather… collected. Thinks it through before acting upon what his instincts or impulses say. Though, I wouldn’t tease him about it for being jealous and/or trying to make him jealous. He thinks that is also bratty behavior. He just wants a loyal partner for his age.

His lap is one of the places that you can find yourself on most of the time. Need to talk to him? Lap. Need affection? Lap. Rest? Lap. Need to vent your frustrations that he will take actions onto later? Lap. This works out rather well between the two of you. Especially when he manifests as big or a smaller, yet still bigger figure for you. It’s your own little time to gather your social needs.

If death had taken you, may another god have mercy because he would not. The whole realm changes to immediate hate, anger and a hint of despair. The god is less merciful the before, not even offering such a grace anymore. His attacks, power and minions more ruthless than ever, and considering he’s a god? This can last however long he wants to. On the more sappy side, he keeps your skull on himself personally or on a special spot upon his throne, and your soul? It’s stored safely away. Though, some rumor he keeps your soul inside of himself, keeping you close like he always has.

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥/𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭:

Private lover, definitely. No gangbangs and no sharing. He thinks that’s Slaanesh whole odeal, and it is. He just wants nothing to do with that pitiful creature of a god. His wants a loyal love all to himself, for him to treasure and cherish. He wants nothing like what that foul god has, nothing.

Blood and blood marking. He loves to see blood staining the soft flesh your skin. Whether it would be yours, his or anyone else’s. He finds it incredibly attractive and a bit satisfying to see the blood trickle between the pores of your skin. For blood marking? He’s using his own ichor for that. Using it to put symbols of himself on your body while pleasuring you. Telling others that you belong to him and only him.

This god definitely plays the dominance role. There is no doubt about it. He is the bigger one here, and he takes absolute advantage of it. His talon-like gauntlets holding both of your hands together above you with only one of his own. His other gauntlet? Is at your waist, keeping you in place while he takes and gives you the pleasure you had graced him with.

Would cage you up. Wrap you up on some pretty rope, and this can go two ways. Either he will overstimulate you or leave you on edge for your behavior. Mostly to overstimulate you. To worship your soft skin compared to his own body. To leave you a mess, that you can’t even breathe without him. That you would have to wither within or below his grasp. The edging is for your more bratty behavior.

Being a brat can also put you in many different situations, but if he did have a bratty lover? He would straighten them up quick. He’s merciless about it too until you get it through your thick head that he will not deal with your shit. Don’t test him for he will test you for long he can leave you on the edge for. He has the patience, but you do not have the lifetime to fill that, and to make it tip and fall.

His long tongue works wonders with you. Always curling down deep into your depths in all the right places. Reaching where nothing else humane could. Claiming you like a god, like a monster should. Only using one gauntlet to keep you held down while he takes his fill of you. Eating you out or claiming your throat as well. He is not shy on the subjects surprisingly.

Definitely cockwarms you. Even for just the casual stuff. He just wants to feel your warmth around him, by mouth or core. To feel the nerves of you struggling to take him. To expand around him. It’s one of the reasons he doesn’t do it often enough that you get used to him because he wants to see you struggling to take him.

His throne is one of the top things to have something devious to happen upon it. Cockwarming, many positions of sex upon it. Worshiping. You name it. It maybe a throne of skulls and blood, but it’s also a… symbol of devotion. A great one too. It’s also one of the reasons he likes you being on his lap. For easier access to you.

The man definitely has his rough days, mostly when things are not going to plan and needs to vent out his frustrations, and that when you come in. The perfect little lover for him to absolutely destroy. His talon-like gauntlets wrapping around your waist and hips as he takes what he wants. His breath hot on the back of your skin as his pace is brutal and bruising. Nothing is stopping him until you mutter those precious safe words, but until then? You are his to use.

He maybe rough, but he is also soft. One would be lucky if he was still in the mood after absolutely rocking your shit. To feel how he carefully curls around you, nuzzling into the back of your neck. Listening to your soft moans while he has one of your bruised legs lifted, thrusting slowly in and out of you. Giving you more of a proper pleasure for the both of you instead of just using you and taking you as he pleases.

“@kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.”

“+@c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @marcela2000, @passionofthesith, @insanity6666.” - Tagged

[aaknopf]

The letters of the writer and groundbreaking neurological investigator Oliver Sacks–now collected in a volume that displays on every page his boundless curiosity and love of the human animal in its myriad ways of perceiving the world–include several to the poet W. H. Auden, among other literary lights. We unfortunately have no record of the Coleridge quote Sacks refers to in this missive to Auden of August 18, 1971, but the line he mentions from the German Romantic poet Novalis was surely a favorite aphorism of Oliver’s: “Every disease is a musical problem; its care a musical solution.” We also share below the typescript of Auden’s poem “Anthem,” which the poet had enclosed in his foregoing letter to Sacks, written on August 2, where he ended by saying: “Overleaf a little poem about the Cosmos. Yours ever, Wystan.”

Letter to W. H. AudenAugust 18,1971 [37 Mapesbury Rd., London]

Dear Wystan,

Your letter was forwarded to me a few days ago, and it (or your poem, or you) was the best of palliatives. Does there come a point (if one is very lucky, or has the right gifts, or grace, or works at it) when style, feeling, content, judgement all flow together and assume the right form? Your “Anthem” seems instinctively and effortlessly lyrical, and absolutely natural, like an organic growth; and yet obviously has the most careful and sophisticated and exquisite choice of words—and no feeling of any “joins” anywhere, of artifice, of manipulation. Marvellous. I will treasure it.      Yes, I thought the Coleridge quote was a real find, and so to the point. And I agree (I feel) absolutely with the Novalis one. In some sense, I think, my medical sense is a musical one. I diagnose by the feeling of discordancy, or of some peculiarity of harmony. And it’s immediate, total, and gestalt. My sleeping-sickness patients have innumerable types of strange “crises,” immensely complex, absolutely specific, yet completely indescribable. I recognize them all now as I recognize a bar of Brahms or Mahler. And so do the patients. Such strange physiological harmonies—I hope I can find some way to describe these, because they are unique states, at the edges of being, beyond imaginable being, beneath comprehension, and when the last of the sleeping-sickness patients die (they are very old now) no memory will be left of their extraordinary states. Writing seems more of a struggle now—maybe I’m trying something harder—I find meanings go out of focus, or there is some sort of “slippage” between word and meaning, and the phrase which seemed right, yesterday, is dead today. [. . .] And medical jargon is so awful. It conveys no real picture, no impression whatever, of what—say—it feels like to be Parkinsonian. And yet it’s an absolutely specific, and intolerable feeling. A feeling of confinement, but of an inner constraint and confinement and cramp and crushedness, which is closely analogous to depression (although it is not emotional as such), and, of course, is very depressing. And a painful inner conflict—one patient called it the push-and-pull, another the goad-and-halter. It’s a most hateful condition, although it has a sort of elegant formal structure. But no book that I know of brings home that Parkinsonism feels like this—they just reduce it to an unevocative listing of symptoms. I hope Osbert Sitwell didn’t have it too badly.       I’ve been reading some Goethe (for the first time, really) in the last week or two. Starting with his Italian Journey—thank God I did start with that, or I might not have got any further. And then the Pelican Faust—maybe it’s the same with any translation. I must learn German. And Mann’s fabulous essay on Goethe and Tolstoy. And Elective Affinities. And that great, meandering, affectionate Lewes biography. There is one point (I think in his chapter on Goethe’s philanthropy) where Lewes says that he could “eat Goethe for love”—and I think these are beginning to be my sentiments too.       I hope I can join Orlan on a lightning visit to Vienna. There is nothing I would like more, but I am awfully fretted with my current book, and may not be at liberty (or feel myself at liberty) until I have finished it. I would love to see you in your own Kirchstetten, but if I cannot come I will surely see you in New York a few weeks later. 

Yours ever, [Oliver]

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[lingeringvestige]

Aizawa and Mic were high school sweethearts.

They both had come a long way since their high school days. They’d navigated the twists and turns of growing up, each challenge only strengthening the bond between the pair.

From their early days as classmates in Class 1-A, to building a life together, they had learned the importance of communication, patience, and understanding.

Although, that didn’t mean things were always easy.

They’d faced their share of struggles. Hizashi’s demanding schedule, Aizawa’s endless fatigue, and the occasional petty argument that seemed to test their limits. But through it all, they’d always found a way to work through things, never giving up on each other.

Despite their differences, Aizawa’s quiet, stoic demeanour and Mic’s loud, energetic personality, they had always made it work. It was something others found curious, even a bit perplexing at times, but it was the foundation of their relationship.

And then came Shinsou.

The decision to adopt hadn’t come easily. They were still young, just starting their careers, unsure of what the future held. But when they met Shinsou, something changed.

The boy had a quiet way about him, a withdrawn, fragile aura that made Aizawa feel both protective and uncertain. At first, he had struggled with how to be a father, especially to someone so withdrawn, but Mic had always been the opposite. He’d dove right in, showering the boy with attention and affection, much to Aizawa’s concern.

But in the end, the boy had found his place with them. They had become a family in their own unorthodox way, learning and growing together with every passing day.

It wasn’t perfect. But it was theirs.

"Aizawa? Can you come and read me a bedtime story?" Shinsou poked at Aizawa's wrist which was hanging over the edge of the armrest of the couch.

It kind of hurt Aizawa that Shinsou still didn't call either him or Mic dad or papa, or anything other than their names.

Aizawa lightly grasped the boy’s finger, nodding as he rose from his seat beside Mic, who was busy marking English papers.

They had noticed early on that the young boy struggled to sleep through the night as he often ending up curled on Aizawa’s chest. More than once, his shirts had been left stained with drool, a subtle testament to the trust Shinsou had begun to place in him.

Shinsou held onto Aizawa's shirt, listening to his words intently.

By the second page, Aizawa noticed the soft snores of the purple haired boy filling the room.

He let out a quiet chuckle, amazed at how quickly the boy managed to fall asleep He tried to pick him up and tuck him into bed which only resulted in small grunts from Shinsou.

He kissed Shinsou on the forehead, pulling the blankets over him. "I'll be here when you wake up. I promise." Shinsou furrowed his eyebrows, body curling in on himself. Aizawa turned off the lights, shutting the door as quietly as possible. He had a smile visible on his face as he made his way back to his seat besides his husband.

“You're covered in drool,” Mic chuckled, putting the papers down beside him. He started wiping at Aizawa’s shirt with the sleeve of his hoodie as Aizawa returned to the couch, smiling at him affectionately.

“He was asleep before I even got to the second page,” Aizawa replied, sinking back into the cushions. “I didn’t have the heart to move him.”

Mic leaned over and kissed his cheek. “You’re getting soft.”

“Yeah,” Aizawa murmured, eyes distant. He thought about how quickly the boy had started to feel like theirs.

“If this is what it's like, then I think I’m okay with that.”

He smiled faintly, leaning into Mic and resting his head in the crook of his neck.

Discipline was something Aizawa still struggled with. Most nights, he gave in and let Shinsou sleep between him and Mic, the boy clutching his shirt like a lifeline.

He didn’t care what the parenting books said, adoption wasn’t something you could figure out through pages and checklists. It was messy, delicate, and unique.

Mic continued flipping through his stack of papers, adjusting his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He noticed Aizawa scratching lightly at his scalp and stretching his neck—an old nervous habit.

“What’s wrong, love?” Mic asked softly, setting the paper aside.

Aizawa, still leaning against him, spoke quietly, his voice thin and laced with hesitation.

“Do you ever think that… we’re messing it all up? That maybe we’re not the right people for him?”

Mic let out a soft chuckle. “You mean the same kid who follows you around like a lost kitten? The one who needs you to read him to sleep?”

His features softened as he slid an arm around Aizawa, pulling him closer.

“You’re doing fine Shou'. Honestly, he couldn’t be luckier than to have you as his dad.”

Aizawa exhaled slowly, the breath shaky as it left him. He hadn’t even realized he was holding it in. His fingers reached instinctively for his scarf—only to find it absent. Instead, he curled them into the fabric of Mic’s joggers.

“I just…” he whispered. “I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want to mess him up. He’s been through too much. Way too much for a kid that young.”

Mic pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. “I promise you, Shou'. You are, have been, and always will be the best possible dad to him.”

Aizawa’s gaze drifted toward the hallway, where a sliver of light spilled from beneath Shinsou’s door. The house was quiet. Peaceful. But the knot in his chest hadn’t loosened. Not since the day they brought the boy home.

“I keep thinking,” he said, voice barely above a whisper, “what if he starts to believe this is just another stop? Another house. Another set of people who’ll eventually change their minds and send him back?”

Mic didn’t respond right away. He let the silence settle, heavy and intimate, before rubbing slow, steady circles into Aizawa’s back.

“He won’t,” he said eventually.

Then he turned fully to face his husband, cupping his cheek with a warm, steady hand.

“If we keep showing up,” he said simply. “Every morning. Every bedtime story. Every time he crawls in beside us. That’s half the job of being a parent done, right?”

The silence returned, but this time, it felt full of something unspoken. Something real.

Aizawa closed his eyes, leaning into Mic’s hand. “I’m scared,” he admitted, his voice low and hoarse. “I’m scared of not being enough.”

Mic pulled him in completely, holding him tight—strong and grounding, like roots in the earth.

“Darling, you are,” he whispered. “You already are.”

[twinstxrs]

idk if this is accurate but i’ve felt like in previous seasons riz & gorgug have been one of the inter-bad kids dynamics we’ve seen the least of & this season has been so great in that aspect. gorgug having helped make some of riz’s magic gear. riz helping gorgug with his studies. the shared birthday party. gorgug’s gift to riz being something he himself made to protect riz. riz’s gift to gorgug being something he illegally grabbed to protect gorgug. gorgug who utilizes rage to put his body on the line for his friends & riz who will take deep levels of mental stress for his friends. even though it was within the context of a joke, riz calling gorgug an “absolute sweetie.” like yea they might not be in a band together or both part of a presidential campaign team or owlbears teammates, but they’d go to war for each other, because they’re best friends.

[deadpoets]

GEORGE HARRISON’S OUTFITS: DAY TEN – JANUARY 16, 1969 The Beatles: Get Back (2021) dir. Peter Jackson

[goatdon]

guys can we get so serious? I’ve seen so many people mad at santos for her and langdon back and forth beef but.

santos wasn’t out of line for saying langdon was supposed to be there. HES LITERALLY NOT SUPPOSED TO BE THERE….

all hands on deck yes. and him being there probably did save lives yes. but

IS HE SUPPOSED TO BE THERE THO??? NO!!!

Like he legally should not be there. like Forbid Gloria finds out what langdon done and the fact that he was still there… pray for robby fr. but no!! he legally should not be in that hospital or performing operations.

the man could be impaired. he like probably is plus he has been stealing from the hospital. he should not be there especially now that the mci is over. i get yall don’t like her but good grief yall have to get a grip. she can’t be wrong for everything just cause she’s a meany and sucks.

she’s wrong for lot of things but telling on langdon will never be one of those things.

[the-dragon-girl-27]

Actually heres one other drawing of Silver I never posted he's eepy

i fucking loooooove how i drew Feraligatr here like damn i am starting to get why crocodile and gator fans are like that

[mcdonaldsforehead-emofurry]

Felt it was appropriate to post this now that episode 7 is out

[formerprincewille]

Something that really sets Wille and Simon apart from other queer ships is that when we say their love language is physical touch, IT REALLY IS PHYSICAL TOUCH. And I’m not speaking of just sex. Over the course of the show, the amount of touching between them is astronomical. And that’s really something rarely seen in queer media. There may be moments here or there, but often times there’s a lack of physical contact unless it’s for “the plot”. Wille and Simon feel like a real couple in the way they’re always physically reaching out for each other.