#all the nose kisses to him

[giyuji]

KING-SIZED — 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢

pairings. keigo takami (hawks) x reader.

synopsis. your tiny apartment didn’t possess over a huge bed, not one that’s big enough to accommodate you, your boyfriend and his wings. so, the only solution? getting a new one for him, of course.

cw. none! just tooth-rotting fluff.

author's note. hawks deserves a hug. and a kiss. and just—somebody who takes care of him :( i'll do it for free, too

wc. 1.7k.

There were very few things in the world that you loved more than your charming menace of a boyfriend. 

Your darling boyfriend, who took the time to ask you how your day went, every time without fail, nevermind the tiredness he felt. Your darling boyfriend who spent what little free time he had helping you with dinner, despite your protests for him to go lay down. Your darling boyfriend, who worked himself to the bone, and endured the brunt of his fatigue by himself whenever his shifts ended—always feigning nonchalance as he stumbled into your living room.

You didn’t know why he did it, didn’t know why he always chose to come to your place instead of his own. You were very well aware of the apartment he owned, the big, king-sized bed he hardly ever slept in. Still, he insisted on coming to yours once he finished his patrols. To your apartment, where a bed that could hardly be classified as a queen-sized one was waiting for him.

It’s because your place is closer!

You recognised his words as a lie immediately. However—it was an oddly endearing lie, so you chose to let it slide. For some reason, Keigo adored sharing your smaller bed with you, to have you close to him, to feel you cuddle into him as you ushered him to get closer so his larger frame wouldn’t fall off. And, well, if you were being honest…so did you.

The lovesick bubble you wrapped yourself in each night popped when you caught sight of his wings on a particular evening. His pretty, fiery red wings laid mostly on the ground as he slept. On the ground. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise, as the bed was barely big enough for the two of you—let alone for the two of you and the entirety of his wings. 

That didn’t mean you weren’t bothered by the sight, however. Then and there, you decided that it simply wouldn’t do.

Keigo over-worked himself—day in, day out, and he started the cycle back up again the day after with the same smile on his face. So, you settled on taking a page out of his book for the next few weeks. 

Aside from your regular job, you took on a couple of extra side-jobs; small things—such as babysitting your neighbour’s kids, or walking their dogs. And right before the next month was over, you’d gathered enough money for a big, king-sized bed you knew for sure would be big enough for your boyfriend. You’d looked at him often enough to know his wings and their size by now.

Yet, even though you’d chosen the right size, it seemed your newest purchase wasn’t as compliant as you’d hoped it would be. Its next move was rolling the screwdriver you were using far and far away from you and off its frame. With widened eyes, you reached for it, cursing under your breath as it rolled out of your hold. You couldn’t exactly move much, as you were pretty sure the structure would fall apart if you did.

With bated breath you watched as it rolled closer to the edge, fingers twitching to reach it but never quite covering the distance. You sighed in absolute relief when a single, red feather drifted in front of you and caught it right before it fell off. The joy was short-lived, as your relaxation caused your posture to change, and thus a few of the screws fell from the frame you were holding upwards. You watched in disappointment as the planks fell down, not even bothering to catch them.

“So…whatcha doing?”

A frustrated groan left you, and you kicked one of the wooden beams aside in annoyance. With a pout on your lips, and your arms crossed over your chest, you sought out your boyfriend’s pretty golden eyes.

“Battling IKEA,” you huffed, sighing as you watched another screw fall from the barely-standing build. You pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head with closed eyes to compose yourself. “And losing.” The baby feather put the screwdriver down next to you, earning the first smile of the evening from you. “Thank you.” 

“No problem,” Keigo answered. There was a newfound pep in his step as he walked towards you, a heavily amused smile gracing his mouth as he sat down on the ground in front of you. “Now, mind telling me why I saw a couple loading our old bed into their car?” 

You shrugged. “I sold it to them.” 

“Why?” 

“Wait—Since when was it our bed?” 

His cheeks flushed at your words, the bridge of his nose covered in a soft pinkish colour. “Don’t change the subject,” he grumbled, a hint of a pout slowly fighting its way onto his lips. “Why did you sell our bed?”

“Because I got a new one?” 

Keigo looked at you; he wasn’t as amused at these antics of yours, not like he was a few seconds ago. He sighed. “And why did you get a new one, sweetheart?” 

You briefly contemplated whether you should give him the real reason for your new piece of furniture, or if you should mutter a quick-witted lie. The decision was quite easy. He looked at you, head tilted to the side, wings partly on the ground and as fluffy as ever whenever he was around you. Both legs spread out while he leaned back on the palms of his hands—the look in his eyes made you melt, and suddenly lying to him was never an option to begin with. 

Taking a final glance at his wings, you sighed. “We didn’t fit on the other one,” you admitted. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Was all of this ridiculous? Did you overreact? Fuck—did he think it was weird? 

Keigo frowned; that cute little crease between his brows appeared again. “Huh? What do you mean? We fit in there just fine.” 

You hummed in disagreement, and glanced at his wings again. “No. We didn’t,” you grumbled. “Half of you laid on the ground every night.” 

It was clear he didn’t grasp what you were hinting at immediately. All expressions were given free reign as soon as he stepped into your home, as soon as he was shielded from the outside world, and thus it was remarkably easy for you to notice the whirlwind of emotions he went through in approximately 0.2 seconds. Confusion, curiosity, realisation, adoration.

“What do yo—oh,” he whispered in the last part, voice softening as the thought settled in. His eyes softened considerably, wings and shoulders sagging as he scooted closer to you. “You got a new bed because…because my wings laid on the ground?” 

“Mhm.” 

“…Why? Why—why would you do that?” 

The waver in his voice tugged on your heartstrings, and you smiled at him. You brushed a few locks of his hair out of his face, cupping his cheek with one of your hands shortly after. He melted into the touch almost instantly, and brought both of his hands up to engulf yours as a measure to keep it there.

“Because I wanted to,” you admitted, voice kind and gentle. You didn’t miss the way he swallowed down a lump in his throat. “You work really, really hard, and for some reason you insist on coming here instead of your own apartment—” 

“This is closer!” 

“—Yes, yes, whatever you say, babe.” He pouted at your disbelief, and you chuckled briefly before getting serious again. Your thumb brushed over his cheekbone and he blinked rapidly at the feeling. “I just figured that…if you were going to come here after working all day, you at least deserved a comfortable bed to come home to.” 

Keigo didn’t respond instantly. He sat in your hold a bit longer, nose twitching as he sniffed. “Thank you,” he mumbled after a few seconds. Turning his face, he nudged the palm of your hand with his nose before pressing a soft kiss to it. “Thank you. That’s—Thank you. You’re…I love you. Very much.” 

You supressed a giddy smile. Making grabby hands at him, he took the hint, and the both of you leaned in. He captured your lips in a kiss quickly, having done so countless times before. 

“I love you, too.” You mumbled in-between the kiss. “Very much.” You added, and he smiled against your lips, bumping your noses together. With a sharp intake of breath, you placed your other hand on his other cheek, turning serious all over again. “Now, help me assemble this bed before midnight. I get cranky when I’m not in bed by then.” 

Keigo laughed. It was airy, and light, and full of joy as he nodded. “Of course, baby,” he sighed happily, pecking your lips again. “‘M on it.”

+ + + BONUS!

It was midnight. You’d finished it just in time before your inevitable grumpiness arrived, though, with your current view, you felt it rising up all the same. Blinking at the red, shiny feathers, you frowned. They were on the bed now, but that was about it. You could still see them—meaning they weren’t covered underneath the cosy blanket the two of you huddled under. 

“What’s wrong?” 

Having sensed your disdain, Keigo mumbled a quick check-up. His voice was groggy, still heavy and thick with sleep as he was nearing the start of his own slumber. 

“…They don’t have a blanket,” you murmured into his shoulder. At this time of day, you were far too tired to start another guessing game. “It’s—It’s too small.” 

“Hm?”

“Your wings.” You whispered; frowning and chewing on your bottom lip in contemplation. “The blanket is too small when it’s all bunched up around us.” 

“‘S alright,” he breathed out. Moving a bit before pushing you tighter against him, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. His arms squished you against him, and he huffed in amusement at your squeals of protest. “‘S alright, baby bird, you don’t need to get a new blanket, too. I’m perfectly happy like this.” 

You didn’t respond. A part of you felt challenged at the sight, a part of you felt irritated at seeing a shimmer of failure. You still hadn’t fully achieved what you’d set out to achieve. 

“Baby bird?” Keigo called out, opening an eye to look down at you. “You don’t have to buy another blanket. Okay?” 

Eventually, after a few seconds of silence, you sighed. “Fine. Okay. I won’t buy you another blanket.” 

He smiled, closing his eyes again, and kissed your temple. “Good.” He mumbled against your skin. “Now, go to sleep.” 

“Mhm,” you hummed against him. “Good night, Kei.” 

“Good night, sweetheart.”

…You were definitely getting him that blanket.

— REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live | 1x04

[bunitivity]

Kissing it better 💕

(he hadn’t meant to do all that he was just startled lol)

[tomurakii]

I know I have a semi-popular post about how Gale would not have made a good teacher and that's why I'm so happy that it does happen canonically. It shows so much growth in him: not only does he learn to love himself regardless of his magic ability, that love extends to others. He can now educate students in the field of magic that has always clearly been his true favourite without being "irked by their ineptitude". He shares the art he loves and his enthusiasm, talent, and newfound patience make him a great teacher. With Tav by his side he becomes a happier, less guarded, more caring person and I can't think of anything better for him.

[liltingoddesss]

this. man's. smile.

it's so beautiful, bright, comforting, happy, sweet, imperfectly perfect, cute, warm.

there are some people whose smiles are literal sources of light.

they smile and a warm cozy feeling fills your heart.

he's one of those people-

you're welcome (coz i know you're silently thanking me for the smiling james compilation)

[ahhrenata]

Uhhhhhh. Steddie with Steves S3 Outfit and Eddie in anything but a Hellfire Shirt lol. And Steve pulling him over the counter to kiss him. Or something. If that vibes with you 😌 Also that's a first kiss, Steve just had enough. 😂

I love that outfit! (I didnt put him in the fam video vest cause i didn’t want to cover it up) and I tried to make eddie look happy surprised? 😂 He was not expecting his day to turn out this way, but he’s not complaining at all.

[thegengarprincess]

You know why I'm here >:33

JURE MONTH IS UPON US N WERE GONNA MAKE IT *EVERYONES* PROBLEM!! >>>>>>>>>:33

🎂🐈 <————— EATING HIS BDAY CAKE EARLY CUZ HE DESERVES IT X33!!

[da-proti-toku-grem]

Baby boy with a white rose 🌹🤍

Source: x

[milkymooshi]

Love love LOVE!!! when people draw chubby/fat Oswald and they give him these cute wrinkles and rolls and body hair and they give him a streak of white in his hair and give him such a big nose. Like LET ME KISS IT. LET ME KISS HIS NOSE AND HOLD HIM. PLEASE. JUST ONE CHANCE. JUST ONE. I COULD NEVER FUMBLE YOU OSWALD. TRUST‼️👆👆

[rickybaby]

Everybody: war criminal Daniel Ricciardo 🥊🤬💥

The Dirlies: my babygirl 💗🐥💓🐣 💕👼💖🥰💗

[fbfh]

you know what this fandom is lacking? will solace / reader content.

you know who can fix this? you.

(please i'm begging i am starving for crumbs here)

BABESSSSS you are so real for this.

no bc Will is literally the best boyfriend. saying he's the epitome of sunshine doesn't even begin to cut it. Will makes you feel warm. you feel so comfy and accepted around him. like yk when you're hanging out with someone and everything just feels right?? like you think this is what characters on tv who are literally written to be perfect for each other feel like. Will never has a shortage of bandaids and ibuprofen and songs to whip out on the guitar and your favorite candy (and of COURSE kisses and hugs and cuddles and "love you, lovebug"s for his favorite person in the whole world)

and like beyond that, even past all the sweet fluffy stuff, Will is such a stable fucking person. he always smells a little bit like lemonade and dandelions and that summery fresh cut grass clean warm air smell. he's not freaked out easily. Will has this way of making you feel seen and known and validating your feelings without escalating things or making you feel worse. no matter what is wrong you ALWAYS know you can go to Will, and thathe can come to you. you can both practically read each others minds, you're that close. and Will wields his power of knowing you responsibly, always keeping an eye on you. he checks up on you, checks in on you and makes sure that you're doing okay. and if you're not, never fear - your boyfriend can cure any ailment (even the ones in your heart)

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live | 1x03 - Bye

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

🩷🥰🧓🏻The Old Man🧓🏻🥰🩷

[hwaitham]

[lambda-serpentis]

can't stop; won't stop looking into my husband's beautiful eyes.

[superblysubpar]

Girl, between that tongue and a visceral need for that nose to be nudging against me like that I can't even...

👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

I honest to god, cannot think about the kissing video or his tongue and his nose at the same time.

Like, kissing like that exists, or his nose and handsome profile exists. They cannot both be true. They cannot exist together at the same time in my brain, or I'll physically, actually, horribly, blow up.