#selfship coded

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

Touya hadn’t meant to miss the call, hadn’t meant to make you listen to his voicemail box one, two, three times.

Hadn’t meant to make you cry to a silent line.

But when he finally has time to click that voicemail, your sobs crackling through the speaker, he doesn’t let it finish after that first broken I need you.

It doesn’t matter that you haven’t talked in 6 months, doesn’t matter that he’s celebrating a great ride, doesn’t matter that he’s had a couple beers.

What matters is that you’re not picking up, one, two, three calls later.

Doesn’t matter that he’s tearing down the dark road way faster than he should, phone on speaker on his dash and fist beating the steering wheel so hard he’s sure it’ll bruise.

What matters is the one, two, three, four voicemails he leaves telling you he’ll be there in four, three, two minutes.

What matters is the one, two minutes he spends banging on your door before remembering he never returned your key, leaving it open when he tears it wide and rushes in.

The two, three, four leaps it takes to get up your stairs hardly register to him.

All that matters is the sight of you, just you, lying on the bathroom floor, crying so hard that it shakes your whole body.

Because it doesn’t matter if it takes one, two, three, four hours… he’ll be there until it stops.

[bakugoushotwife]

a/n: some of my self-ship ramblings while i'm supposed to be writing gojo kinktober skfjskhdkgdf--this will be the family set up for a series of mine ;)

everyone says girl dad gojo this boy dad gojo that, when in reality it's gojo and his son + his two little sisters.

oh gojo just fusses all over his firstborn son when he arrives, all glossy eyed with pride as he boasts about the gojo line—and his son being the strongest yet! (though he'd rather die than let his son face the same perils he did-)

your husband turns into such a doting father with his little sidekick, teaching him how to gush over mama, but how to pick daddy's side. oh his son is just his best friend! a little carbon copy of him down to the dimples. he takes him everywhere once he's about five, letting your son traverse the school with him if for no other reason than to boast over his spawn. he's such a little gentleman thanks to tips from daddy, picking fistfuls of dirt and dandelion to plop on the table while you're making dinner—eyes of blue you know all too well grinning up at you, a smile that's missing a tooth or two. "got you flowers mama!" he brags, stepping up on his helper's stool to get a look at what you're doing—stage one clinger and nosy freak like his dad. you giggle at the mess and nod, patting his hair and thanking him with kisses.

"what about my kisses?" your husband smirks, revealing a proper bouquet from behind his back as he peeks over your opposite shoulder. your giggles intensify as you give him the same treatment, letting satoru finish up the food so you could put your bouquet and your dandelions away in a vase.

"i wanna help you daddy!" the high pitched determination from your son has your heart melting, and satoru doesn't think he could get any happier.

that is until his first daughter is born. his son changed his life, but the little girl in his arms now has him sobbing as she bats white lashes up at him—he knows he'll never be the same person, now forever occupied with her safety and happiness, raising her to be a good person, a sweet and kind person like you. her big brother is just as invested, eager to help his tired parents and hardly complaining about the baby's crying. he wants to be a big man like daddy, so he'll follow satoru into her nursery and help give her bottles while you sleep, though satoru (jokingly) wishes he was old enough to change a diaper—you've created some dynamic shitters, not that your son was any better.

but oh how his daughter was his sunshine. such a delicate and powerful little thing too, he didn't even know how to treat her at first. with his son it was easy, he was unafraid. but with his daughter, he knows he'll be the example in her life and he's terrified to mess it up. but he gets the hang of it—and she absolutely adores her father.

maybe one of these days you'll get one that prefers you, though your son is quite the mommy's boy thanks to satoru's shining performance.

the girl though, all hopes of her being sweet and kind go out the window by the time she's four. she's a mouthy little thing, bossing around her big brother, who's definitely grown less charmed with being a big brother—only on the outside. he still adores his little sister, but he does roll his eyes when you tell him that you're pregnant with another girl.

the baby of the family, satoru bawls when he holds her yet again. she's just as strong and beautiful as his first two, but by far the biggest daddy's girl yet. she grows up under the protection of her older siblings—her big sister dresses her like her own personal babydoll and her big brother rescues her from such activities. she is sweet and lovely despite her siblings, and you think it's a miracle. that only lasts so long, though.

satoru spoils all of his kids, but his girls are so snotty by the time they reach puberty, no boys can even catch their attention. this was all to his design of course, he would not have his smart, strong, and talented girls bogged down by boy troubles, gag. as bratty as satoru was in high school, imagine two of them. as girls. yes.

the teenage sisters are closer than close—banding up against their annoying big brother when he comes by to poke at them, the once protector turned aggressor—though he would die for his sisters without a second thought.

don't even get me started on gojo's son. if the girls are bratty, satoru's carbon copy is entitled and smug, even more handsome than his dad thanks to your enhancements and the only next gen gojo man? he's intolerable by the time he graduates, and satoru is absolutely tickled about it—even asking for another baby as yours grow and prepare to leave the nest. he's a family man, and so so good with babies...you may just give into his wishes just to witness it some more. <3

[pearl-blue-musings]

Hi. I just got back from Enchant Christmas. It was raining, I got drenched, and now I’m cold and damp and now I’m thinking of my sweet Hitoshi

The door slams shut behind you, your covered bodies dripping in water. You and your best friend Shinsou Hitoshi laugh hysterically at how your night turned out. The rain was unexpected as it poured over your whole excursion, going through a Christmas light maze at a local park. You had got your tickets a week ago and were unable to refund your tickets so you ended up going anyways.

With the rain being as bad it was, the park was pretty empty. The two of you were able to frolic carefully through the lights without the hustle and bustle of crowds. The laughter shared between the two of you as you galavant through the park had your heart fluttering with pure joy. Since Shinsou became a pro hero, the two of you haven’t been able to have as many outings as besties. However, he finally had the evening free and you planned ahead. It was supposed to be a clear night filled with sweet drinks, sugary snacks, and joyful lights.

The two of you were drenched, cold, had semi warm food, and the park ran out of the specialty drink and cup. But even so, you two laughed about it. The giggle fit began at the end of the maze and continued as you entered your apartment. Shinsou closed the door behind you with a calmer chuckle as he takes off his jacket. “Here, lemme take your jacket. Your laundry room is this way?” He points toward the back of your apartment and you nod. His other hand extends toward you to take your wet clothes to the laundry.

As he walks away, you take off your socks, and notice he did too, and yell out to him. “I’m gonna go take a shower in my roommates room, you can have mine.” You think you hear Shinsou grunt in response and you rummage through your room for a change of clothes. You also lay out another set of clothes for Shinsou to use, knowing he’s stayed over at your place before. Your roommate has tried telling you to try and take the friendship to the next level but you’ve denied it over and over. You start to enter your bathroom to gather your toiletries and run into Shinsou. Physically.

“Whoa,” his cheeks burn red as he turns away. Your eyes widen at him in his boxer briefs and try to turn away. “I-“ he stutters, “I thought you were already, I’m sorry.”

You shake your head to prevent any intrusive thoughts from entering. “N-no, I should have..”

You feel a hand on your shoulder and a presence behind you. “You’re really cold, kitten.” His breath is warm against the back of your ear, his hand leaving a trail of fire from your shoulder to your hand. You tighten your eyes shut to keep your feelings at bay and your body still. Your hot hero best friend is practically naked and softly caressing your skin. Your breathing shallows as your words die on your tongue.

You swallow hard. “Yeah, umm I’m gonna go,” you attempt to escape but he holds you firmly in place. Shinsou’s hands run up and down your arms. Sure the two of you are physically affectionate with each other from closeness. But this is new for you. Maybe your roommate is right? He’s a hero, you’re a civilian. “Shinsou.”

“You know that’s not what you call me.” His breath is hot against your ear as he slowly wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his taut body. The two of you begin to sway to the music in your hearts, ignoring any palpitations of your heart as being with him feels so right. You relax and step into his embrace. The words you want to say are caught in your throat, coming out hesitant.

“Toshi-“

“Yes kitten?”

“What are you, I mean what are we…”

Shinsou shushes you against your cheek before resting his shoulder on the juncture of your neck. You love the way he smells of lavender and oak, a smell you’ve become so accustomed to. “I wanted to confess at the park. I had it all planned out. We’d go by the lights with the mistletoe, I would tell you I love you and ask you to be mine. And then, with your permission, I would kiss you.” He pauses to lift his head up. “It rained. And it messed up everything but,” he turns you around and tilts your head up by your chin. “I wanted, no needed to tell you how I felt. Or else I never would’ve found the courage to do it.”

Your eyes meet his lilac ones and your bottom lip drops with a tremble. Your heart races out of time as his gaze grazes over yours. Your hands reach up to cup his face. His own eyes ask you for permission and you nod quickly. Shinsou slots his lips over yours and softly kisses you. The kiss ends almost as soon as it starts. You shiver slightly from still being cold and hug him tightly. Shinsou reciprocates but also tries to pull away. You quirk an eyebrow up when you feel something…

“Are,” you start, “are you?”

Shinsou places his hand on the back of his neck and looks down. “Y-you’re really hot and attractive so I umm…”

You giggle at the blush on his cheeks and rake your nails down his chest. “I think I can help with that.”

Idk it got spicy in my mind but this was quick

[highpri3stess]

A fun blurb I thought about my selfships before I disappear again.

Kokonoi walks in with a swollen knot on his forehead into the Bonten meeting, looking distraught.

Rindou: Woah, what happened to your head?

Kokonoi: Monica happened.

Rindou: Again? I thought you two made up last week, what happened?

Kokonoi: I don't know! She asked for a new wig and then got mad when she saw the colour. *screams in frustration*

Rindou: Wait, wait, wait- walk me through the entire situation

Kokonoi: okay. So she asked for a new lace installment and I decided to surprise her with a new wig! But the moment she saw the colour she freaked out and started asking me "what next? You're gonna ask me to put on green contacts too? Or maybe a burn scar, maybe I'll look a bit more like your ex" and when I told ber she was overreacting she threw her textbook at me!

Rindou: *slowly piecing the story together* And what colour was the wig?

Kokonoi: It was blonde!

Rindou: *confused* Blonde?

Kokonoi: *exhausted* yeah! I asked Ran for advice and he told me it would look great on her! Why is she mad at me-

Rindou: *blinks twice* You took advice. From Ran.

Kokonoi: *pauses* Yeah?

Rindou: You do realize he's TRYING to get into her pants right? He just made you tell your girlfriend to LOOK like your ex boyfriend

Kokonoi: *realization hits him*

Kokonoi: Shit.

[kentopedia]

nanami kento, who hates dating, and didn’t do much of it in his early twenties. but now, he’s almost thirty, watching all the people he works with settle down, have kids, and he thinks he wants that. so he might as well try.

so satoru sets him up on a few dates — friends of friends, he calls them. and at the end of every one of the dinners, kento goes home empty, exhausted, because he knows what they want is not the same.

still; he thinks maybe he’s being a little self-destructive, maybe too picky, maybe he just got so used to being alone. with satoru’s insistence, he gives all the women another call, invites them over to his apartment.

the first time was a disaster… kento had barely set the dinner on the table before his cat had hissed at her, scratched her down the arm in a thin gash. and though it did draw blood, it was hardly enough to warrant that reaction.

he didn’t even try to stop her as she picked up her bag and left, huffing like she’d been morally offend. kento, though, could only smile to himself in amusement.

because maybe kento was a poor judge of character, a man who was secretly hoping nothing would pan out — but his cat could certainly tell the good from the bad.

it became a little game to him, after that. seeing if anyone could win his pet over, and if they could, perhaps they were the one. his darling animal was a fickle thing anyway. a bit too defensive, quick to bite anything threatening after years on the streets.

naturally, no one came back twice.

he was close to giving up, accepting his solitude because he was tired of empty conversations over dinner. but then, he ventured out over the weekend to a new coffee shop, during hours he normally didn’t spend out of his home, and met you.

though you only talked for a moment, kento felt like maybe he’d known you in a past life. a part of him thought maybe it was strange, the way he kept coming back to talk to you, catching you at the end of your shift to see if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime.

by the second date, kento started to think you could turn out to be his best friend.

by the third date, kento wondered if soulmates were real.

on the fourth date, almost two months later, an appropriate time to get to know someone when you were as reserved as kento, he invited you over for dinner. it was, perhaps, the final confirmation he needed to let himself be with you.

he let you through the door, smiling softly as you told him about the book you were reading, and hung his coat on the rack. a moment later, you stopped, distracted, hands covering your mouth in a gasp.

“kento! she’s the cutest cat i’ve ever seen, you didn’t even show me pictures!” you exclaim, and, a few feet away, crouched down. “look at her pretty eyes…”

“careful,” kento said, “she’s not very—“

but the cat approached your outstretched hand, sniffed once, before letting you scratch her under her chin, purring loud enough for kento to hear across the room.

“shes such a sweetheart, you told me she was mean!” you smiled, making a cooing noise as you threaded your fingers through her fur. “kento’s a liar, isn’t he… you’re so precious.”

a few moments later, she snapped her jaw at you in a biting motion, and you only laughed, withdrawing your hand. “alright, i get it, i won’t bother you anymore.”

though she still brushed against your legs, just as she did kento’s, and seemed to communicate some sort of message to him.

“do you want any help cooking?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ears. “i’m a disaster in the kitchen, but—“

“sure,” kento said, his chest tightening as he blinked back at you, only in his apartment for minutes and already looking as at home there. he wondered if it was possible to fall in love so quickly. “but only if you want to.”

[gojoest]

the first time satoru ate your pussy he came in his pants untouched and tried to hide it by not letting you take care of him after but of course you figured out and the surprised “oh?” that left your lips as you eyed his crotch made him all the more embarrassed

[petrichorium]

you know jing yuan has been watching you since you emerged from the bathroom.

he lays in the bed, eyes blissfully closed whenever you sneak a glimpse—the covers are haphazardly tossed over his body and he gives a perfectly sound impression of himself dozing away in the dimmed light of the hotel room, but you know better.

you can feel his gaze on you every time you look away; have felt it since you’d stepped out in a bathrobe and turned your back on him to put on your clothes. you’d have thought that he’d jump at the chance to zip up the minidress you’d chosen; apparently, whatever intent he has with his faux sleep outweighs his typical enthusiasm to put his hands on your body.

(you emphasize your struggle anyway, pouting and sighing and all but audibly lamenting how oh, you wish your handsome boyfriend were awake, his hands are so much more skilled and steady, to no avail)

those eyes are still closed when you turn to make your way towards the vanity. you’d splurged on the hotel room, admittedly eager to show your lover the best your home system has to offer, though he’d probably name the bed as his favorite part.

jing yuan’s eyes had lit up when he’d first seen it—a large cupped thing like a bowl, lined with plush cushion and plenty spacious enough to comfortably fit five people. it’s built out into a bubble window on one side of the bedroom and the vanity you currently sit at is placed opposite, thus a perfect vantage point for him to observe you as you pull your stockings up your legs and then set about doing your makeup—which, as you apply a final choice of lipgloss, is now complete. with a quick glance to the clock ensuring you and he still have half an hour before you need to leave, you stand and turn to look at him.

while he relaxes his face and keeps his eyes stubbornly shut, it’s no coincidence that he turns over with your motion. it pulls the covers mostly off his body, ruffles his hair. the sigh he lets out is content, not sounding tired in the slightest. you huff a laugh.

he shifts again. the sheet falls further—almost nothing covers him now, little more than a strip of cotton across one upper thigh that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination with how wide his legs have been spread.

you approach the bed fully, padding over with stocking-covered feet on the carpeted floor until you stand right behind him. reaching out, you brush his bangs up out of his eyes and over his forehead, bending over at the same time to look over his lounging form.

“i know what you’re doing,” you say sternly, though you’re gentle as your fingertips caress him. “it won’t work.”

“won’t it?” jing yuan’s voice isn’t even laced with sleep; it’s perfectly alert, teasing, as he tilts his head back to give you more access.

you press a sticky kiss to his forehead. it leaves a shimmering mark of your lip gloss, tinted a faint pink. “you don’t have to come. you’re more than welcome to stay behind if you want.”

“we could remain here for a night in,” he counters. “this bed is… a marvel.”

his words have you giggling lightly. this time you kiss the mole just beneath his closed eye, drawing a heavy, pleased sigh from the elegant curve of his lips. your hand cradles his cheek, thumb reaching out to trace his cupid’s bow.

“tempting as that may be, we have a very limited amount of time on this trip. i’m not giving up on the only night i’ll be able to spend time with my friends like this.”

his hand, large and calloused and warm, reaches up to stop yours from pulling away. he turns into your touch, nuzzling at your palm with a petulantly grumbling noise. still, when his rough fingers move to lace with yours, you slip from his grasp and step away.

“i’m going with or without you, jing yuan,” you declare. “but if you’d like to come, you need to get ready now.”

“how very demanding. i must say, i thought i had successfully evaded orders when i took leave…” now he yawns and makes a show of stretching. you watch him shift, all lethargic grace, every motion meticulously planned—thighs tensing, stomach twitching, arms bulging. a display for you, a last-ditch effort to seduce you back into bed.

you snicker. it won’t work, but you’re hardly inclined to complain. it’s a pretty sight to see regardless; all that honed muscle working beneath porcelain skin, those scattered moles and full brush of stark white hair only emphasizing each sinewy movement. you’re drawn nearer once more, inclined to get a better look—that’s your mistake.

above all else your lover is a cunning man. it’s a miracle he put that mind to use for good, because he utilizes it for far more sinister things when it comes to you. beckoning you closer, setting up the trap, baiting it with his own body; your legs meet the edge of the bed and, though he’s still only halfway onto his stomach, a big hand darts out to catch behind your knee, so fast you don’t realize what’s happened until he’s dragging you towards him with inescapable strength.

your shin drags over the bed’s lowered entrance. the sheer speed of it all has you stumbling, only just managing to catch yourself with a hand on the raised side.

jing yuan lets out a disappointed little grunt. his touch is gentle, coaxing, as he attempts to pull your leg even closer. when that proves futile he eases himself towards you and presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. tilting his head up, he fixes you with a heavy-lidded look, those striking golden eyes glinting beneath long, pretty lashes.

“are you certain i cannot convince you to stay?”

“yes,” you answer without hesitation, entirely unmoved by his responding whine. you remain stoic, too, when he drags your lower leg into the bed and begins to kiss down the side of your calf, lips searing, lingering longer and longer with each press to your stocking-covered skin. upon reaching your ankle he gives far too much attention there; free hand reaching around to grab hold of your foot and maneuver it to let him pepper nipping kisses along the top.

with your face growing hot and your leg squirming beneath his attention, you forget entirely about his other hand—until it pinches at the thin fabric behind your knee and tugs, fast and hard. the mesh rips with ease, a run tearing down the length of your calf. you yelp, attempting to pull back but stopped by the immovable grip he has on you. he sinks his teeth into the back of your ankle just enough that you’re certain it’ll leave a mark, but when he pulls away it’s obvious what his true intent was.

this time the rip is loud, fabric caught between his canines and giving way like tissue paper. you stumble back and yelp out a protest; his grip becomes solid, tugs you back to him so strongly that you lose your footing and spill into the soft drum beyond. he’s atop you instantly, caging you in with a thick arm on either side of your head.

“jing yuan!” your wail is swallowed by a kiss, but even as his tongue delves into the hot cavern of your mouth it cannot distract from the tattered remains of your stockings. you lift your knee to brace it against his chest; there’s a loud, wet sound as he finally pulls away from your mouth and buries his face into your neck.

“stay,” he groans out between each searing, open-mouthed suck at your skin. “let me hoard you, let me keep you to myself—”

“i thought that was my job?” your words catch and come out breathy as he trails lower, running a hand down the side of your body and then shamelessly shoving it up the hem of your dress—which has, admittedly, ridden up indecently high. still, you do your best to continue. “stealing you away from your responsibilities on the luofu.”

“a dual effort, then. we must be made for each other, my dear.”

his grip on your thigh is almost painful. he nuzzles at the other, reverent, eyes clouded over when they dare to flit up to meet yours. when his tongue pokes out from between plush lips, wetting them and then retreating, you realize the intent seconds before he bows his head.

you’re faster. your hand flies to his hair, grabbing a fistful and yanking back just before he manages to burrow beneath your skirt. for half a moment the pair of you remain there, frozen—his lips halfway parted, your chest heaving with pants. you blink. then you slowly ease your legs from beneath his torso.

“i told you,” you say, tightening your grip until his eyes flutter and he lets out an obscene, unabashed groan, “it won’t work. you can wait until after we come home.”

you’re precise as you peel yourself away; you keep your spare hand free to swat at any further attempts to pin you, slide your body out from beneath him until you can perch up upon the bed’s entrance and catch your breath as you stare down at him.

jing yuan props his head in his hand and returns your look. you click your tongue, but it’s impossible to fight back the affection in your tone. “scoundrel.”

his lips twitch. “so they say.”

“it’s deserved.”

“i can hardly deny it. i only wish you put up less of a fight.”

“no you don’t.”

“no,” he concedes, “i don’t.”

finally you turn and stand. the feeling of the carpet beneath your bare foot reminds you that you need to change your stockings—you frown as you glance at tattered remains of fabric on your leg.

“bastard,” you hiss out, far more venomous than the previous accusation. your suitcase lies closed upon the dresser; you approach it to dig through for your spare.

behind you, still, you hear no sound of motion. you sigh loudly, dropping the ball of socks in your hand and turning your head just barely to give jing yuan a lidded look where he’s draped himself over the side of the bed, arms crossed and biceps bulging as he watches you. never one to give up; a stubborn, bullheaded man who would chase you to the farthest reaches of the universe for a single kiss, only spurred onward by your fleeing.

perhaps you’ll throw him a bone.

“if you’re fast enough,” you begin sweetly, “i’ll let you help me into this new pair.”

he’s up instantly, darting for the bundle of clothes you’d set out for him before you’d even showered with a speed rarely seen outside of the battlefield. the offer will make you late, surely, and quite possibly cost you your second pair of stockings—you’re well aware his mind is running wild with schemes to bury his head between your thighs and glut himself on his well-earned prize in whatever fleeting time you might give him before finally shoving him away.

but what kind of leisure trip would it be if you didn’t give in to his whims?

[tteokdoroki]

katsuki complains when you change the flavour of your lip balm. if he cant taste the vanilla or the cocoa butter on them, he freaks out. he pouts, might even refuse kisses until you go back — maybe even buy you a new chapstick. because vanilla and cocoa butter remind him of home. and his home is you <3

[nyxronomicon]

gallagher x f!reader drabble in which you're divorced but in a very married way

i'm sorry i'm soo down bad for him sob... inspired by a chat w @pearlsxandxpeonies when i was thirsting after him yesterday...

cw: post-sex fingering, overstimulation, gallagher is vaguely manipulative (if you squint), reader has a vagina

(written before 2.0 so idk if his personality is like this but it is to me)

"We can't keep doing this." You sighed, rolling off your ex-husband. Drenched in sticky sweat, the smell of sex was heavy in the room after your unexpected reunion.

"Doing what?" He smirked, wrapping an arm around your waist as he spooned you.

"This. Sex." He was so warm. Almost made you forget why you left him. "We've been divorced for almost five years and we can't go two months without fucking each other."

"So we've got an anniversary to celebrate." Gallagher kissed your neck, his fingers trailing down your hips to your ass.

"Seriously." Despite your words, you melted into his touch.

"C'mon. Why not?" His hand slipped between your legs. He loved making you an overstimulated mess.

"We shouldn't even be doing this..." You gasped with pleasure as his finger circled your sensitive clit, "We should..." You trailed off, jerking your hips as your cunt fluttered around nothing.

"We should at least stay together until our anniversary." He kissed your neck again, knowing right where you were most sensitive.

"Ah... Gallagher..." Your tone was supposed to be dissapointed, but it was more of a moan than anything.

"For me?" He nipped your neck. Sharp pleasure washed through you, your body weak from the overstimulation.

"Mmh..." You moaned again, your breaths short and punctured as your body writhed under his touch. "Okay. But you better get me something nice this time. Not a heart-shaped pizza."

He chuckled softly. "You liked that pizza." He pulled his hand out of your cunt, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

"I was just saying that to-" He interrupted you by sticking his wet fingers into your mouth. Though you couldn't see it, he rolled his eyes.

"I know." There was a playful lilt to his voice. "I don't wanna hear it."

[thecowboykatsuki-anon]

“If I asked nicely would you remove my spine then?” The words are muffled against Katsuki’s chest, your cheek smooshed against his warm skin as he chuckles beneath you.

“It’s your muscles that ache, not your spine, dumbass,” he corrects fondly, his fingers working at untangling your hair as he gazes down at you. His hands dip lower occasionally, a casual attempt to check your tempt that doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

The groan you let out is full of frustration, eyes closing and arms tightening around his torso. “You’re supposed to be nice to me when I’m sick,” you pout, earning another chuckle and a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m always nice to you.” He muses, resisting the urge to shift beneath you and risk disturbing your achy body. “Speaking of, I really shouldn’t be letting you lay on me when you’ve got a fever. Gonna overheat more,” he warns, his hands rubbing up and down your back despite his words.

“You’re just worried I’m gonna get you sick,” you mumble back, lip poking out in a pout. He sighs in response, his chest rising beneath you as affection seeps into his voice.

“You’re really dramatic when you’re sick, yknow that?”

[yinyuedijun]

hello everyone i got a comm of me and 4* danheng... we had a western style wedding and then went to the night market !!

[selfship-quotes]

I love ship dynamics that are "will you rot with me?" "I've dug two graves for us, my dear" "someday we'll be buried here, side by side, six feet under, in matching coffins, our lifeless bodies, rotting together for all eternity." "if only I could hold you until we were both dead." "dying together is even more personal than living together." "death will not do us part" etc. etc.

[strawberrystepmom]

not to whine on main but i got the shittiest ask the other day and it has truly made me not want to post writing here at all that isn't as blank and vacant and traitless as x reader can be lol

[arlerts-angel]

cw: self-indulgent comfort, canonverse, gn reader, mental health?, spoilers?

i'm just imagining after everything... armin coming home and being numb; past the point of crying because he cried all his tears there and on the way home.

and even though they won, he feels defeated.

he just falls into you, longing for your warmth and comforting touch. his safe haven.

the silence is deafening, yet everything and nothing is being said at the same time. you just hold him and thank goodness that he's home safe.

[jasontoddssuper]

Free Percy Jackson,Jason Todd and Hobie Brown from the Swiftie boyfriend allegations

Edit:Hp/Marauder's Era fans liking is Wild.You're literally Switfies in book nerd form

[hun-e-bee]

imagine curling into a ball in your f/o's lap like a cat, imagine falling asleep like that comfortable in their arms, then petting your head and saying sweet nothings ~