#falls asleep with you in his arms

[simply-ewok]

rolling over, half asleep, in the middle of the night and when you stretch your arm out you end up smacking ghost in the face, and you can’t help but fling yourself back with a loud gasp before realizing it’s just your man, who yet again, snuck inside and cozied up to you without stirring you (bc he hates waking up his baby) bc he was able to come home early and chose to surprise you. and after you relax and begin apologizing for hitting him you hear his low, growly chuckle as he sits up to pull you into his chest, kissing your forehead before mumbling into your sweet smelling hair “it’s all right lovie, di’n’t mean to scare you.”

[loves2spwge]

a very sweet & loving stankyle kiss i commissioned from @currrsy 💙💚

[echosong971]

local puppet discovers what sleep is for the first time after a sudden bout of the eepy

[swan2swan]

Brooklynn: "Thanks so much for letting me crash here, Darius. Oh, wow, sorry about the smell--I've been driving since Texas, and I am SWEATY and I need a shower SO BADLY, but I know you'll let me use yours. Just gimme a few minutes, okay? Oh, dangit, I totally forgot my towel at Sammy's...it's cool if I use one of yours, right? The rest of my laundry made it, it's all in the bags, mind going through and getting me a fresh set? They're all matched in order, so just take it from the top, shirt, jeans, underwear, tops and bottoms in the same bag...don't worry about the socks, you look like you keep the floors clean enough for me to get my own socks. You're the best, Dino-Nerd!"

Darius:

[jellydragons]

gripping the bathroom sink and haggardly gazing into the mirror, only instead of my reflection there’s just a picture of docm77 that’s been poorly printed off and taped up

anyways trying to work out my design for him and having an utterly normal one about it

Close ups:

i am shaking this man like a ragdoll girl what do you LOOK likeeee

[natelia-aldelliz]

Ghost gifts a single tiny ear loop to Soap one day. Says he noticed Soap had pierced ears. That rings keep from handling a gun or a knife properly. He doesn't make eye contact, tries to hide his face, even as he's already wearing his balaclava.

Soap blinks. Ghost has already given him gifts and only behaved that way for the very first one. He doesn't understand. The earring is very simple, but seems to be made of expensive material and not only covered with a thin leaf of gold.

"Didnae it come with another one?" he says, jokingly.

But Ghost flushes, turns his head, and lifts his mask, only enough for Soap to see the glinting of the other earring on his ear. Suddenly he understands that it's not simply a gift. Ghost favoured practicality, but he wanted to give him a ring.

He grabs his hand as it falls back down.

"Simon, what is this?" he asks softly, not daring to be hopeful just yet.

With his other hand, he reaches out to gently turn Simon's head back towards him. His cheeks and his nose are flushed, it makes the warmth of his dark eyes, generally hidden behind a sneer or a bored expression, undeniable.

He looks nervous. Johnny's heart is beating faster. Could it really be...?

"I know", Simon starts then pauses, uncertain. "I know I'm probably not what you thought you'd have, when you were younger" Soap wants to interrupt, to scoff, to protest that Simon is way better than anyone he could have hoped for, but doesn't. He never wants to cut off his love when he's barely starting to open up.

"I know that I'm not easy to be with some days, that I'm not friendly and easy going like you, like someone you'd deserved to be with." he continues, unconsciously pushing his face more into Soap's hand. "But... I love you, more than I thought I could, and I'd like... I'd like to be with you, for as long as you'd have me..."

Johnny's heart is soaring. He has no idea how to react. He'd have to get all the giddiness out first, and the moment doesn't seem appropriate for jumping around and squealing.

"Officially," Simon continues, voice quieter, out of breath. "If you want to."

A gigantic grin splits Johnny's face. All of his limbs are buzzing, he needs to stand up, to run, to explode something. But he's terrified to spook Simon so instead he just squeezes the hand he's holding rhythmically and moves his feet back and forth.

"Baby, are ye asking me tae marry ye?" Johnny says. He's pretty sure his voice is wobbly, but can't really hear it himself as the blood in his ears is louder than the rest.

Simon's eyes do something, what is visible of his face looks like he has an expression on but Johnny can't analyze it now, doesn't dare to see the hope in his eyes, the pleading in his brows.

"I... Yes, I guess I am," the love of his life says finally. "If you want to. You don't have to."

Soap can't keep himself in check any longer. He's making a high pitched noise, jumping up and down where he's seating on the bed, and throws himself at Simon.

"Of course ah fooking want tae!!!"

Simon lets out an excited giggle, swept in Johnny's mood, and tightens his arms around his lover. No, his fiancé.

This is the best day of his life. He just has to deal with this mission tomorrow, and then they can start to plan everything.

[queerdiazs]

wip wednesday, teehee

i was tagged ny @eddiediaztho, @hippolotamus, @exhuastedpigeon, @wikiangela, @daffi-990, and @jesuisici33, mwah

have a sorta long snippet of hoa eddie finally starting to figure his shit out. he's a fucking loser. i love him.

Once Buck’s drifted off to sleep, snug and relaxed under the big blanket, Eddie rolls over and grabs his phone off the nightstand. He opens one eye, turns the brightness all the way down, clicks onto the browser, and types am i gay quiz in the search bar.  Dozens of links pop up. He clicks on the first one, marks the answers that resonate the most with him, and frowns when his results of 89% straight flash on the screen with a sullen face.  “What the fuck does that even mean?” he mumbles and then, with a fierceness that crinkles his brow, clicks off the quiz and finds another.  He takes seven more, each a little more deranged than the last, and throws his phone to the hardwood floor when he gets his eighth variation of Unfortunately, you aren’t gay! because he’s upset. It thuds loud and heavy, and slides face up all the way to his closet; the screen shines bright like a little flashlight, illuminating the corner.  Eddie huffs, flops onto his back, crosses his arms over his chest, and pouts.  How dare those quizzes diagnose him heterosexual? Yeah, sure, he has a preference for feminine-presenting people, but he’s had plenty of cock to know he’s not straight, too, and being in heterosexual-passing relationships don’t make him any less queer. He’s worked too damn hard to accept himself, selfishly and fearlessly and totally, to let a few quizzes invalid him.  Which—why was he taking the quizzes in the first place? He knows he’s queer and he doesn’t need a pompous test on the Internet to tell him so, Christ. He’s acting like a lovestruck kid with his first crush on another boy.  The absurdity of the situation makes him giggle. He swipes a hand over his face to muffle his laughter, but his body shakes, so near Buck’s, and it rouses Buck around. Eddie sobers and shuts his eyes, feigning sleep.  It doesn’t work.  This must be how Christopher feels when it’s past his negotiated bedtime of midnight.  Buck murmurs, a pitiful noise, and snuffles close. “Eddie?” He noses along Eddie’s shoulder until he has his face stuffed in Eddie’s throat, right where his pulse throbs. “Wha’s goin’ on? Heard a noise.”  “It’s fine,” he says, wrapping Buck up in his arms and pulling him in, until he’s nearly laid out atop Eddie’s body. His weight feels nice, solid and sturdy. “Go back to sleep.”  Buck smacks his lips, puffs his stinky breath in Eddie’s face, and sighs. “M’kay.” He cuddles in, nestling up over Eddie’s body like three’s no other place in the world he wants to be, and goes still. “Nighty night.”  Eddie exhales. “Night, Buck,” he says, setting his chin on top of Buck’s head and running his fingers through Buck’s sweaty, frizzy hair.  He looks at his phone in the corner one last time and wonders if there are any quizzes on the Internet that might help him figure out if he’s in love with his best friend before he eventually dozes off, too, wrapped up tight beneath Buck’s big body. 

no pressure tagging @wildlife4life, @watchyourbuck, @callmenewbie, @thewolvesof1998, @try-set-me-on-fire, @shitouttabuck, @folk-fae, @fortheloveofbuddie, @eowon, @giddyupbuck, @honestlydarkprincess, @ladydorian05, @loserdiaz, @callaplums, @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy, and whoever else wants to share something <3

[faaun]

my research partner and i are huddled in a blanket in paddington waiting for a too-late train i already miss you and you and you

[shadowthief78]

childhood friends to lovers w nagi and hes just like... "sorry i cant lose to you here. i promised my wife i'd be number one in blue lock." and his opponents are too busy going "??? 🧐🤨🤔 you are like 17, how does some weirdo like you have a wife???" to realize he's dribbled past them or whatever (japanese legal marrying age is 18) and reo is like. well obv they arent legally married yet but theyve been together their entire lives and literally the most disgustingly in love couple i have ever seen and he calls her wife and its obv theyre getting married as soon as they can. half the guys are on the ground screaming and cursing out god bc how??? does *this* dude have a girl but they dont?!?!?! and the other half are just like, okay sure are we playing or not. why is everyone else so upset.

[oooohno]

Thinking about arranged marriage! haganezuka and his transition from ‘I don’t need nor want a fucking wife' to the most mellow & devoted husband

[moonchild-in-blue]

Wishing I was Cecil, the weiner-dog 🌭🐶

[dreadsuitsamus]

Comfort | Itachi Uchiha x Reader |

author's note: i'm sleepy and have itachi on the brain, don't expect too much from this. i apologize for any mistakes or things that don't make sense, i just wanted to write a short, sweet little story. the love in my heart for that man is something else

pairing: itachi uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: none, it's just fluff

It's quiet inside the small cabin. Itachi has been bedridden with some sort of influenza, so you've been caring for him. You met him some time ago in these woods, maybe two or so years ago, looking exhausted and wearing a dark robe with red clouds that looked far too warm for the humid weather of that day. His eyes were red and he looked ready to strike, but you had raised your hands innocently and introduced yourself, and once he'd given his name to you, you'd taken him to the old family cabin to give him a place to get some rest safely.

You wring out a rag and replace the one that's dried out on his forehead, a few cool water droplets running down his temples. His eyes are closed and he's breathing steadily, but you know he's not asleep. He's just too tired to do anything but lay there.

"Figures my first time seeing you in months would be spent taking care of you." You murmur and stand, wiping your damp hands on your apron. "Good thing I decided to come out to the cabin; you look awful."

There's a soft huff of breath from his nose. "Apologies for my appearance, miss. I'll resume attractiveness shortly."

You crack a smile and head to the kitchenette. "Do work on that, would you? Perhaps you could start by getting some sleep."

His reply is a noncommittal hum. He's gotten a few hours of sleep as you've stayed at the cabin with him, none of them consecutive. In fairness, his cough has been hefty, though as you've tended to him for the last week, it's gotten much better to where he theoretically should be able to rest.

You remove the tea leaves from the cup you left to steep, adding a little bit of sugar and stirring it. Itachi, you'd learned a while ago, had a sweet tooth. You'd had a small bowl of candy on the table when you left the cabin one morning, leaving for the majority of the day to meditate, and when you came back it was nearly empty, the only culprit being the man reading a book on the windowsill with a candy-shaped bulge in his cheek.

"Got you some tea." You say softly and carefully bring it to Itachi.

He uses quite a bit of his strength to sit up, the blanket falling down his bare torso. He removes the damp towel from his forehead and sets it aside, carefully taking the cup from your hands and holding it around his chest, the warmth spreading in his body. He closes his eyes again, the steam helping to ease his sinus pressure.

"Thank you." He opens his dark eyes, glancing at you with a little sparkle in his eyes. He raises the teacup to his lips and takes a small sip, the heat of the tea close to scalding him. He likes it though, so he takes another sip and allows the heat to settle on his tongue for a moment.

You pick up the towel and settle it in the crook of his neck, pressing the back of your hand to his cheek for just a moment, ignoring the flutter of your heart. "Seems the fever is finally staying down. I'd say you're on the mend." You smile softly. "Imagine how much better you'd feel if you'd been getting proper rest."

Itachi breaks eye contact and finishes his tea. He politely puts the cup on the table beside the bed and looks to you with his oh so tired eyes. "You're right. I just don't want to sleep while you're here."

"Ah- Hwhat?"

Itachi takes your hand, cradling it between both of his. He's warm and smooth to the touch, just as you imagined he would be. "I do not like to sleep while you're with me here."

"But… Why?" You squeeze his hand.

"With my… Line of work." His lips settle into a firm line. You don't really know what he's up to when you're not patching him up in some way in this cabin. Hell, you don't even know why his eyes were red as rubies the day you met him. "It could turn out that the next time we go our separate ways could be the last. I… Just want to savor what I can, just in case."

"Itachi…"

He gazes directly into your eyes. "I am sorry to hold up the healing process."

You brush his hair from his face, holding your hand at his cheek. "You don't have to apologize. You're… The only person I have to take care of. You make me feel needed. And I wish I could see you more often."

He turns his head and kisses your palm, nuzzling his nose gently against you with closed eyes. Content is settling in, it seems. You lean in and kiss his temple. "Rest now, Itachi."

"Only if you lay with me. Please."

"Well how could I ever say no to that face?" You say softly, pulling off the apron and climbing into bed with him. He's on his side and facing you, pulling you close to his warm body as he buries his face in your hair.

You smile to yourself and cozy up to him, leading him into a comfortable slumber. Right before you pass out, you swear you hear a whisper from him.

"Thank you for loving me."

[lollytea]

I give you a silly scenario for your troubles <3

I love this SOOOOO much.

[sanatomis]

i have so much love for satoru but i have no idea where to put it all

[ignore this pls, i’ll delete it when i start to feel ashamed later]

[kuroowo]

Yandere Yakuza Head!Sukuna who kidnaps you and has you on house arrest because you’re his and because he has enemies crawling all around the city, fully expected you to scream and kick and scheme your way out of this mess.

Only, he ends up a little confused when you adapted and embraced your new lifestyle almost instantly, almost like a cat purring at his feet, almost like you’ve dreamed of this. He’s more than satisfied with this outcome, but still quite confused because weren’t you active and going out weekly prior to this?

“That was only because you were involved.”

And that’s how Sukuna found out he fell for a homebody introvert (how lucky that turned out to be for him).

[copper-skulls]

Somft request thoughts, grillby + fuku cooking together? Gaster making a snow angel!! Cozy sweater wearing grillster? Two deaths gasTER GETTING A GOOD NAP PLS 🙏🙏🙏

i love all of these so much and I really want to get to them all!!! But for now, good nap two deaths gaster :)

I got to look at images of kittens holding onto their plushies for this one.... I do recommend.