#my babies 💓💓💓💓

[satoblue]

satoru takes it to heart when you tell him you hate him — even if it slips from your lips in a moment of playful annoyance along with an eye roll and a light shove when he’s being too handsy in front of others.

it lands differently for him.

he freezes. withdraws. goes quiet in a way that feels wrong on him — bc it hurts. and it’s not something that just happens often.

gojo satoru, the strongest, is immune to insults. he’s had a lifetime of them thrown his way, and he’s learned to let them bounce off him like they are nothing.

but you? your words don’t bounce. they sink. they stay. like every single part of you etches onto him permanently. bc you’re not supposed to hate him — not even as a joke. the very suggestion tugs at his heart — leaving it aching in his chest.

his grin falters, the light in his eyes dim, and he becomes a quieter version of himself — almost unrecognizable. it doesn’t matter if you didn’t mean it that way. you’re the one person whose voice matters to him — the only one that can penetrate through his infinity and straight to his heart.

bc in his world, everyone else can hate him. that’s fine. that’s expected. but not you. never you. you’re his person. and he is yours. always.

it will only ever be the two of you in the end.

it will only ever be you and him against the world.

[erwinsvow]

“Angst” but actually it’s just reader seeing Rafe’s buzz cut for the first time lol

- 💓

"what did you do?" you cry out, a horrible, anguished look taking over your pretty face. he doesn't think he's ever seen you so distraught, except maybe that time you walked in on him punching the squishmallows that live on your bed.

rafe runs a hand through his freshly buzzed hair, rolling his eyes at your reaction.

"it's summer. fuckin' hot as hell. and it was getting too long, anyways-"

"no it wasn't!" you cry out, and for a second, he wonders if you're actually about to sob over his haircut. "it was perfect. i loved your hair like that."

"okay, calm down-"

"don't tell me to calm down! you didn't even ask me-" you huff, but he cuts you off.

"ask you?"

"i'm your girlfriend. don't you care about my feelings? do you even care about me?"

"woah, kid, it's just hair-"

you calm down eventually, but still make a pouty face every time you turn to look at rafe for the rest of the day. later that night in bed, you curl up against him.

"how am i gonna play with your hair now?"

"you can still play with it."

"no i can't. ugh," you groan, burying your head into his chest. another thought pours into your head. "what am i gonna grab when we do stuff?"

rafe tilts your head up with his fingers.

"what stuff?" your face burns.

"you know. stuff."

"use your words, kid."

"ugh. when you.. y'know.. go down on me," you end up murmuring quietly, burying your face again.

"why don't we test it out then, hm?"

[starseongs]

[henrycangelbaby]

In which: Y/N pulled back slightly, wiping her tears gently away. “But you didn't; that's what matters," Y/N responded. “You fought so hard, baby, and I am so proud of you."

Or

Abby is reunited with her family.

A gunshot rang through the air. Ellie let up, pulling back in surprise. Abby gasped for air, grounding herself as she was suddenly released from under the water.

"Put your hands in the air," the voice was trying to be firm; it wavered at the end.

"Ellie," the voice continued.

Ellie turned around at the sound of her name; she recognized the source of the voice instantly. When Tommy had told her where Abby was and how to find her, he had referenced this girl. Y/N had been described as a best friend and right-hand woman of Abby's. Ellie had known better than to assume that this girl, who Abby just happened to share a life (and bed) with, was simply only a friend.

But their shared dating preferences hadn't brought her any sympathy; perhaps it had secretly angered Ellie with a slap-in-the-face reminder that Ellie was more like Abby than she wanted to be.

"Ellie, you need to listen to me," her voice became clearer as it moved towards them. The now visible girl's rifle was clutched close to her. She looked over at Ellie, pointing the gun at her head.

"If you move, I will kill you."

Ellie nodded along.

"Put your hands in the air and leave them there, I swear to God."

Her gun was still pointed at Ellie as she moved to raise her hands above her head, keeping them there as the girl walked past her. She placed the gun strap over her body, her face falling when she saw Abby.

"Christ."

Y/N dropped down, pulling the injured girl close.

"My love, oh my honey."

Ellie's chest tightened with a feeling she was unsure of as she watched Abby grab onto Y/N’s t-shirt, pulling her down to her knees, wanting to have her girl impossibly close. Y/N pulled her head close into her chest, rocking Abby for a moment. A tear escaped her eye as she ran her hands through the rough hair that had been brutally slashed off.

Abby spoke weakly.

"Lev, he u—"

She was gently shushed.

"I know, my love, we're going to get you two out of here safe, okay? He's coming home with us," Y/N told Abby gently.

The water around Ellie sloshed gently as she moved to stand. Y/N was quick on her, flipping around and pointing the gun right back at Ellie.

Y/N stood up, her once loose shirt now wet and clinging to what seemed to be the unmistakable curve of a pregnancy bump.

This had to be a joke—a cruel sick joke that was being played on Ellie. She felt ill—something more than regret settling in the pit of her stomach. She had come all this way for revenge. She had been so sure that she was going to kill Abby, that it would sedate the longing and grief inside her.

It hadn't.

She felt diseased with the thought of what she had left to come here—her family. She was more than angered by the cruel truth—a painful reminder of her wrongdoings. Abby had a family—a growing one at that—a family that Ellie had been ready to tear apart when she had walked down to this beach.

Ellie had left her family behind. She knew deep down she probably wouldn’t be returning to it either. She had left all of it behind only to become a killer. Abby had a family—a family that was here with her now, ready to take her home. Abby had a pregnant girlfriend that had fought to come save her.

Ellie had no one.

"Don't move," Y/N ordered, standing in front of Abby. "Ellie, you need to leave, okay? You can walk out of here unharmed by me. End this."

Ellie went to yell, adrenaline coursing through her veins, angered by her realization, her jealousy.

"OR!" Y/N was quick to yell over her. "If you don't leave my family alone, if you try and win this fight, I will kill you right now."

She moved closer to Ellie, who, despite her protests, still had her hands in the air. Y/N stepped close, placing the rifle against Ellie's chest. She spoke lowly.

"You've already killed enough people and ruined enough families; you don't have to ruin this one too."

"Go home, Ellie."

She used the rifle to nudge her back towards the shore. Ellie wasn't sure why she was compelled to listen. Perhaps, deep down, she knew that this girl was right. The circle of violence she had created would follow her around forever if she didn't cut it off at some point.

Ellie couldn't tear her eyes away from Abby, from Y/N. She sits in the shallow water, allowing the saltwater to burn her open wounds. The sting aids her anger; it distracts her from the pain inside her, the ache in her chest that won't let up.

Abby lifts Lev gently into the boat; despite her weakness and her injuries, he feels light; everything was going to be okay. Everyone she cared about was accounted for. Lev was laid down in the boat, her lover placing a jumper under his head. Abby watches as Y/N leans close to a barely conscious Lev, pushing his hair back gently. He reaches up towards the older girl in a weak attempt to put his arms up, wanting to be closer to her. She smiles at him in a way that makes Abby's heart ache; she can hear Y/N promise him something, leaning down to kiss his forehead gently afterward. Lev appears to settle after that, allowing himself to relax, finally safe, back with those who love him.

The attention falls to Abby next; she knew that it would have fallen to her first had Lev not been there. Y/N had taken quickly to looking after Lev; she had a maternal instinct that Abby had taken longer to learn, taking care of Lev in a way that confused him. He had confessed to Abby that he was unsure what to do with the doting; it had made Abby laugh. It was a sentiment that she understood; she had been unsure what to do with Y/N's caring nature back when they had only been friends. It had only gotten worse when they had begun dating. Abby had yet to go hungry or have a neck ache from sleeping funny since they had begun dating what seemed like forever ago.

Abby feels Y/N pull her close; she was weakened by the torture, holding her with as much strength as she could. Abby was used to holding her girl close, crushing her into a hug. It had become a joke between them. Abby's strength was a source of fun between them. Abby throwing Y/N over her shoulder or lifting her off the ground during an innocent hug (it was also a source of something else when they were alone). She had let up when Y/N had fallen pregnant.

Abby had always been protective, but it had gotten far worse when they had come to the realization of her girlfriends pregnancy. It hadn't exactly been a positive realization, but after the initial shock and horror, Abby had become more than eager for her expanding family. Their search for the fireflies had been less than successful, and it had put Y/N in far more danger than Abby had been willing to accept.

Abby had been so scared and worried for her family that she had considered stopping. Searching for an abandoned gated community or farm, taking her family there and ensuring that they could always be safe, protected within the walls of somewhere she could control.

“I thought,” Abby spoke quietly.

Y/N shook her head, imploring her not to speak, but Abby continued, “I thought I was going to die.” She began to cry, wetting Y/N's shoulder. “I was going to leave you all alone.”

Y/N pulled back slightly, wiping her tears gently away. “But you didn't; that's what matters," Y/N responded. “You fought so hard, baby, and I am so proud of you."

Abby could barely nod in response, her body shutting down from relief.

“We don't have to think about that anymore, okay? We can move on,” Y/N stated firmly as she led Abby towards the boat. “We can leave in one second, okay?” Y/N spoke after Abby was situated, walking back towards the shore.

Ellie flinched as she felt a hand land on her shoulder. Her body was immediately put into fight or flight, but for some reason, she remained still; she knew who it was.

Y/N crouched down beside her, a little awkwardly due to her protruding belly, but Ellie didn't want to think about that right now, the thought made her feel sick.

She spoke lowly to Ellie almost as if she were a child, a child who had just learned a hard lesson.

“Go home, Ellie,” Y/N spoke, “go home and live to see another day."

Ellie couldn't respond; Y/N had sounded so sincere it made her head hurt and her eyes wet. She nodded in response, rendered silent by everything.

It seemed to be enough for Y/N, who walked away, back towards her boat. Toward her loving family.

[myokk]

eloise and her daughter🥺

[butterflysweety]

Literally Kenji,Darius and Ben mf pincus

[littlemartyr]

literally how it feels to be a lochlan defender after the last two episodes

[sourbeltstims]

🥚🍳 YOLKY SLIME - SLIME RANCHER!

"But unlike tabby slimes, their intent is not to hunt, for within their warm, golden center lies an enduring love for chickens. Such is the power of this glowing affection that it sometimes inspires nearby hens to produce a rare delight: a giant egg full of chicks and yolky plorts."

X X X / X X X / X X X

[iraia-gamer]

LOOK OF WHAT I FOUND ON PINTEREST!!!

My reaction when i found and Saw it:

(crédits of Who made the art from Pinterest)

[satoblue]

✌🏻🔵֊🔵

[girzapata6]

Been infected... With the Baby Virus. Now on traditional™

( Previous art of her here for context!! )

[mrsfitzgerald]

gelsenkirchen ♥︎ 30.07.24

[mrsoharaa]

Choso Kamo, being the biggest sweetheart and crush impending cutie that he is, walks you home late at night after staying with you to finish up paperwork from your last adjoined mission together. Who keeps remotely close to you, carefully watching your surroundings all while awkwardly engaging stimulus conversation with you.

You, who finds it absolutely adorable, noting his shy dismays of tensed shoulders and lack of eye contact to be heartwarmingly endearing.

And as he walks you to your front door, upon three steps, he couldn't help but see the admiring glint and appreciation swell in those glimmering eyes of yours. Making his heart beat with such accelerated spur, his chest tightening.

And as he finally, silently, bids you a farewell and a good night, you stop him in his tracks. Watching the stiff, bashful man turn back to your direction, pupils dilate when he feels your lips press ever so lovingly against his. Can practically hear his heart in his beating ears.

All while Yuji gleefully celebrates for his timid older brother from a near by bush, hiding his oh so "subtle" presence.

[dalkyum]

Yugyeom ♡ 1 MINUTE ending fairy 240224

[myokk]

For writers:

What’s your favorite piece of writing you’ve done, and why??

Idk I just woke up thinking about this & now I’m curious!!! & may or may not be compiling a tbr based on your responses since I really haven’t had the time to read any hl fics yet🫶🫶🫶

[zoennes]

“𝖨’𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖨 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝗈, 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾. 𝖬𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

17 DECEMBER, 2018 ✧ ✦ ✧ MAANDAG, 11:37 ✧ ✦ ✧ ZEKER-ALS-DIE-AL-VOL-ZIT-MET-JOU-VERSARY

𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀'𝗌 𝟨𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒. 𝗒𝖾𝗌, ��𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋.