#i'm so weak for him

[sailor-aviator]

Congratulations for 100 followers! 🥳❤️

How do you think Jake is right after the birth of your first baby?

Thank you so much!!

And Jake would absolutely be so soft, my GOD. If you'd like to read the prequel, go here!

He'd be right by your side, still holding your hand and stroking your hair lovingly, torn between looking at you and your newborn baby.

You could hear the cries of your son as the nurses cleaned him up, and you fought to keep your eyes open despite the exhaustion that threatened to overtake you.

"You did so good, mama," Jake cooed as he showered your hairline with kisses before leaning down to press a slow, gentle kiss to your lips. "I'm so proud of you."

"Do you want to hold him?" the nurse asked you, your son wrapped up in her arms. You nodded vehemently, already reaching out your hands as Jake helped to prop you up against your pillow. You took your son gently in your arms, tears already threatening to fall. He was beautiful with your hair and his father's nose. You felt a sob threaten to break free, and Jake looked at you with concern in his eyes.

"What's wrong, darlin'?" he asked. You shook your head.

"I'm just so happy," you whisper, smiling at him and then back at your son. Jake hums, placing another gentle kiss to your temple.

"Get some rest, mama. We'll be here when you wake up," he said, taking your son into his own arms.

A few hours later, you woke up to a darkened room. Groggily, you turned your head to see Jake still holding your son at the foot of your bed.

"Hey, Bubba," he whispered. Your heart threatened to burst at the sight of your husband as he cradled the baby gently in his arms, tiny fingers wrapped around his much larger one. "I'm so happy to finally meet you."

Your son gurgled, and Jake smiled softly. "Been waitin' a long time to meet you. Thought your mama was gonna kick my ass if you stayed inside her one more day."

You had to stop yourself from chuckling at his words.

"But all those late nights of runnin' out to get your mama what she was craving was worth it," he continued. "I love her so much, ya know? Didn't think it was even possible for me to love her more until you came into the world."

Your son gave a small cry, and Jake laughed. "That's right, Bubba. She is amazing. I know you don't know her yet, but she's smart, funny, kind, and so very, very beautiful. I'm not sure how I managed to snag her, but I am one lucky son of a gun."

Jake moved to sit down in the chair next to your bed, taking special care to not disturb either of you.

"I'm never lettin' either of you go. That's a promise."

[tired-teacher-blog]

Woke up this morning thinking about a touch starved Shiggy 😩

A mission goes haywire, he's so angry and pissy, sitting on the floor as he yells at everyone. You kneel down next to him and grip his chin. Poor bby is a bit confused and still so angwy so he tries to push you away.

Your voice is firm as you push his hand away, "stop it. Look at me."

"What the-" before he can finish his sentence, your lips press to his softly. He's... confused and flabbergasted like you??? You kissed him??? But ??? Why??? How??? You??? YOU???

He tries to hide his blush while trying to figure out what exactly he's feeling

- 🐺

Aaaah he is just a baby 😭

He definitely did not see it coming and as expected, your bold move shook him thoroughly.

He instantly forgot what he was so mad about, and instead spent the rest of the day racking his brain and wondering why you'd done it.

He isn't used to intimacy or pretty much any kind of physical contact– mainly due to his quirk, but when you approached him fearlessly and in front of everyone else to effectively calm him down with a kiss, he knew that that wouldn't be enough.

It was exactly why he visited you at night, not only to demand an explanation, but also to test his luck because your lips were all he could think about since that fateful moment.

So you can imagine his excitement when you happily kissed him again, this time he was ready for it, sneaking his arms around your waist to bring you closer as he deepened the kiss.

[interestinnggg]

A cute headcanon. Gaara loves to read. All those unimaginable fantasies and cute romantic stories that he couldn't enjoy when he was younger are now some of his greatest pleasures. It helped him understand human emotions and reactions better because he was kind of lacking in that aspect. Even as a grown adult, he likes to immerse himself in stories that otherwise would be for children. It's a guilty pleasure but he loves it.

[jbowerherondale]

[iamthecomet]

Hi, yes, I need Comfort Ghoul (TM) back bends like I need a bullet in the brain, and yet here I am!!!!! ❤️‍🔥

Luv u, Comet ❤️‍🔥

Oh FUCK the back bend.

HOW DID YOU KNOW ITS MY WEAKNESS!?!?!?!

Love you, Cait 🖤.

[intothesolitude]

I never understood the appeal of "senior" or "upperclassmen" as romantic interest until I watch Cheer Up. Honestly if my seniors in college were like Jungwoo I think I would have fallen too.

[yuusishi]

whar if 😢😢hinarana ka ni Malleus 😭😭😭

[iite-cool]

thinking about simon being like a cat. a mean ol' one all teeth and claws, scratching and hissing when you stretch a hand out to him. biting you because that's all he knows how to do - it's all he's ever done - and it's kept him alive.

that's what his whole life's been about - staying alive. surviving. maiming anything he sees before it can get to him first. so he doesn't know how to react when you don't bare your teeth at him but just smile and make him tea. he reacts like a stray cat does when it's offered warmth - he's confused. and his confusion gives way to anger and again he spits fire because what else is he to do? accept your kindness? bah! it's a hoax, he knows that. you'll tire of him and claw at his neck sooner or later so he'd rather not let you close enough to do so.

and when you don't give up, and you keep smiling that gorgeous, dazzling smile at him, he doesn't know what to do. no one's ever done this before - been all soft and sweet and only wanting to be allowed to scratch at his ears in reward. why were you doing this? why didn't you run away when you saw how he snarled at you? why do you look at him with those big, beautiful eyes like he's the only person in the world?

at a complete loss, he lets you pet him and oh that smile he'd let you tear his heart out if you would just keep smiling at him. "hey, simon!" god, he wants to drown in the sound of your lips wrapping around his name. you come close to him and his brain stops working, eyes wide and lost when you wrap your arms around him and pull him to you. warmth. is this what it feels like? he wants to live forever in the crux of your arms, creating a life for himself between them.

he couldn't stop purring if he tried, if he were a cat he'd spend the rest of his time on this earth, the earth that tried to bury and kill him and is now making amends by sending him you, running between your legs and swishing his tail around you. simon riley who's always had his head on a swivel, who's not gotten a full night's sleep in a decade lest he miss the chance to look his reaper in the eyes, now sleeps with his head on your lap, belly up and purring.

masterlist

please comment/reblog!! i have so many thoughts about this man that need to be talked about

[horrorshow]

DEAN looks at SAM for a second with surprise and then shrugs in agreement.

SUPERNATURAL 3.09 Malleus Maleficarum

[merakiui]

there are no words to express how crazy i am going right now (part two).

[homelandering]

i am sorry to say this but if i had the power to make homelander real, i would exercise it and thereby doom humanity simply to be able to hold him as he cries...

[nicoriice]

liked this piece i made for a dtiys on instagram so i might as well post it here too THIS MAN MAKES ME SO WEAK!!!

[mionkings]

Making Heads Turn 🫨

Jason had become a father to a little baby boy, taking him in when he found the poor thing on the streets, in a cardboard box, wrapped in a space themed blanket.

While the obstacles a new parent goes through is tough. He knows it's worth it to have Danny, his baby, his son in his life. He doesn't regret adopting him.

Danny is now at the stage of his little life that he babbles and giggles, Jason always had fun having a conversation with his baby. Although Jason's sure that his hair is getting whiter with the chaos Danny brings now ever since Danny's baby brain realized that he can CRAWL to PLACES >:D

However this new development... is a little strange.

Whenever Jason puts Danny down in his crib to make dinner or any other important errand. Danny will begin to babble to the air, as if his little tyke is trying to talk to someone, making grabbing hands and scooching over to grab someone's attention.

It sent a slight shiver down his spine...

Ever since he made his introduction to Gotham as Red Hood, for the first time to those gang leaders with the bang of the AK-47. Taking over the Gotham underworld by storm with anger and precision.

He always felt a chill down his spine... When he was alone, yet... the Pit Madness flared everytime, making him feel enraged and paranoid. As if he was just waiting for a fight... for a confrontation...

Being alone in his apartment, having nightmares, more like repressed memories of what he had done... Lots of things, but for some reason—his mind... keeps going back to the moment he threw that duffel bag at the table infront of the gang leaders that night... the night he went after the lieutenants, taking their heads.

He doesn't know why.

But ever since the precious cargo that was his baby Danny, arrived in his life. That all went away as he took care, fed, and loved his baby boy.

Jason never had an episode with Danny; he couldn't bare the thought of hurting the child.

Jason was even having less episodes when he was with the Bats!

The chills; however, Jason still feels them occasionally... but they would always disappear the moment Danny would demand attention or to nap.

And instead he would feel something else hang over his baby everytime Danny slept peacefully...

———

Second ever DPxDC prompt that I've ALSO been getting brainrot over ❤️ I'm having fun 😄

Basically this prompt idea is Jason adopting a baby Danny, while seemingly unaware that he's being haunted/watched by the people's he's killed to become a crime lord. More specifically, being haunted by the heads/headless ghosts of the lieutenants Jason killed as Red Hood.

While Jason can't seem to see them, he can feel 'chills' from them. Danny, however, CAN see them mostly because I based this on that thing where babies/toddlers can see spirits in those typical YouTube videos that list ToP 5 ScArY gHOstZ VidEOz!1!1

Whatever happened though, this causes the ghosts to instead focus more on Danny than on Jason.

How much will Jason freak the fuck out when he finds out? Who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Although Danny is absolutely having fun here ^^

Anyways, I might add extra stuff soon to this!

[verstappentime]

max revealed this week that he was definitely driving with brain damage after his silverstone crash and struggled to see during his win at the U.S. grand prix that year (3 months later). obviously this yields hurt/comfort maxiel. daniel isn't too happy about all of this. max's poor head hurts.

→ →→ it’s gp who finds daniel, intercepting him as he comes out of his driver’s room. “max needs you, mate,” he says, calm but serious. maybe a little exasperated.

of course daniel goes.

gp presses a water bottle, mixed with some kind of blue powder, into his hand. “he needs to drink this. and tell him we’re having a look at his visor, okay?”

daniel nods, even though that means nothing to him.

he finds max on the floor with all the lights off, almost tripping over him. “baby,” he says, heart already in his throat. “whatcha doing down there?”

max doesn’t say anything. daniel goes for the light switch; max whines straight away, breathing harshly through his nose. “leave them off.” it sounds like he’s gritting his teeth.

fuck. daniel crouches down beside him. “maxy? is it a migraine?” max is all balled up, his forehead against his knees, navy kit making it hard to see him in the dark. daniel sets a hand on the back of his neck – he’s overwarm and still sticky with champagne. he looked okay, after the race. he looked fine. he hasn’t had a migraine in months, after a string of them following silverstone.

max still isn’t talking. daniel’s heart is thumping in his chest. he tries, “gp says they’re looking at your visor?”

max reaches around blindly, finding his phone and holding it out to daniel. “text him and tell him not to do that. say i’m fine.”

“what?”

max waves the phone at him. “tell him good win, thank you, whatever, and there’s no need, and i’m fine. daniel, please text him.”

“max. you’re not–”

“daniel.” max presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. “fuck. just say it. i don’t want anyone staying late.”

“then you’ll tell me what’s wrong?” daniel’s worried enough to resort to bartering.

“yes. sure. whatever.”

it’s enough for daniel to tap out the text, trying to mimic the punctuation max would use. “okay. talk.” max reaches out, and daniel doesn’t realize what he wants until he starts patting the back of daniel’s hand. he links their fingers, squeezing. when max doesn’t start right away, he prompts, “can you tell me why gp is worried about your helmet?”

“on the track. i couldn’t. like. see.” max squeezes his hand harder. “fuck, that hurts.”

“you– what? you couldn’t see what?”

“anything?” max makes a miserable noise. “like, everything was– blurry? is that what you say? and i was trying to focus, it was hurting my head. but i’ll sit here for a while and it’ll be fine. just. probably gp didn’t want to leave me on the floor alone.”

“you– max, what?” daniel worried about this for weeks, after silverstone. he read every pamphlet on what he was supposed to watch for, which symptoms meant max needed to go back to the hospital. watched every meal to make sure max wasn’t nauseous, made him rate every headache out of 10. “you were driving, and you couldn’t see?”

“i was thinking maybe i would stop, but i needed to win this one, and i could, so i did.”

“you were thinking maybe you would stop.” max verstappen was going to pull out of a race. fuckfuckfuck. “max, that really isn’t good. it’s– it didn’t hurt at first? not like a migraine?” they’d explained that in the pamphlet. tunnel vision was a migraine; blurred vision was not.

max gives a little shake of his head.

“that’s. they told us to watch for that, do you remember?” daniel lets go of max’s hand, gripping him at both arms. he wants to fucking shake him, but he’s too afraid of hurting him. “it’s. like. a sign of post concussion syndrome. fuck, max, has this happened before?"

“sometimes in the sim,” max says. “whenever i’m looking at a screen for a long time. i don’t know. it goes away. it’s not– i’m not sick or something.”

daniel wishes he had the fucking pamphlet. “max, it’s been three months since your crash. you shouldn’t be driving, you shouldn’t have been driving, i knew it was worse than you were letting on—”

“daniel, you’re hurting me.” max’s voice shrinking. daniel hadn’t noticed how tight his grip had become.

“fuck. sorry. sorry.” daniel lets go, soothing his hands up max’s arms. “can we go to medical? please?”

“no,” max says emphatically.

“max, i think something’s really wrong.” he thinks of max, woozy on the track, not knowing someone’s coming up on his side. bang. smoke.

“i hit my fucking head at 51G. that is what’s wrong. it will get better.”

max is alive and right in front of him, but he’s thinking of jules, in a coma all those months. “you should have told me. you can’t fuck around with this.” god, he sounds mean, but it’s just that he can feel his pulse up to his ears and he needs max to be alright.

“i just want to go home. it hurts so much, daniel.” max sounds so tired. it’s enough to snap him back. because max actually needs him right now, not in some imaginary future disaster world.

“okay. yeah. i’m sorry, baby. we’ll go home.” he’s giving up too easily, but. max never says anything hurts, unless it’s a papercut or something stupid he can pester daniel about for days. he tries to do some of michael’s stupid box breathing technique. four in. four out. okay. take care of max, idiot.

max lets himself be helped up and settled into a chair. he covers his eyes as daniel turns the lights on. they’ve both long missed their debriefs; daniel doesn’t bother looking at his phone. he assumes someone explained for him somehow.

“there’s medicine in my bag, the headache stuff,” max mumbles.

daniel’s hands feel clumsy as he fishes it the bottle out and opens it, taking out two tablets and pressing them into max’s clammy palm. he hands him the blue concoction gp gave him. “drink that, too, hey?” they’d done this so many times back in july. he’d really thought it was over.

daniel fishes through the bag some more, coming up with max’s sunglasses. max puts them on, looking ridiculous as daniel goes around collecting his stuff. he nurses the blue thing quietly, hugging his backpack to his chest when daniel hands it to him. the only other time daniel’s seen max this quiet was after silverstone, stony-faced and wrung out when they’d finally arrived back to the hotel and max had been cleared to go to sleep.

“okay, baby, i think we have everything,” he says quietly, anxiety starting to fade into guilt. he’s not going to convince max to stay out of the car, and they both know that. if max can survive the next month and a half, he’ll win the world championship and then they can fucking. breathe. daniel will make him rest if he has to.

max lets himself be guided to the car with a gentle hand on the small of his back. daniel does his seatbelt for him like he’s a child. he doesn’t even know why. “are we fighting?” max asks, still hugging his backpack.

“no. no? i don't think so. we can talk later. let’s just. you need a shower and sleep.”

“you think gp got my trophy?”

“i’m sure he did, max.” daniel can’t help the tiniest smile. god, this fucking kid.

[khaotunq]

TYPECAST: Khaotung Thanawat edition

[orengejoshi]

I redrew Flug's ref sheet for no reason, I just adore plus size men💗