#i wanna give reader a hug

[blackopals-world]

Lizard:Teku!

Disciplinary Officer!Yuu: (Holding long stick) Go away! Why do you keep following me?!

Lizard: merp.

Disciplinary Officer!Yuu: Stop looking at me like that. We are not friends.

-Later-

Sebek: YUU DO NOT WORRY I WILL SAVE YOU FROM THAT SCALY FIEND!

Disciplinary Officer!Yuu: ( walking with the lizard on a leash) DO NOT TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT. His name is Major.

Major: Teku!

Disciplinary Officer!Yuu:You tell him boy. Come on let's go.

Sebek: ...but

(Major scuttles away behind Yuu)

Lilia:(Watching from a distance) So close. You'll get 'em next time.

(They stand like people)

#he looks so polite #i wanna give him a hug #disciplinary committee!yuu #yuuniverse #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland sebek #twst sebek #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt

[queenie-official]

the things i would let him do to me

#i’d let him ruin me #i also wanna give him a big hug #he owns my heart #hayden christensen #james kelly #james kelly x reader #american heist #queenie’s thoughts xx<3

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

currently having so much brainrot for yandere miguel o'hara. he just oozes control freak vibes; everything has to go his way and go right otherwise he absolutely loses it. he has to be in control of everything, because if he's in control, then he won't have to worry about another loss so close to him.

miguel is horridly possessive, obsessive, a strange mix of delusional and lucidity, and somewhat sadistic, though he always reigns himself back in. he doesn't want to hurt you, but you keep acting so damn difficult, and even he has his breaking points. miguel lashes out, yelling at you and rising to his full height, asking why can't you just listen to him for once. if you listened, everything would be so much easier and better for both of you. his anger flares red, leaving you quiet and shaking as he rears himself like a feral beast about to tear its prey to shreds.

miguel finds that intimidation works best in hampering your stubborn spirit.

also the way he chased down poor miles was screaming feral energy. he lets his anger get the best of him and thus does not allow for logic to flow into his twisted mind when he's chasing you down. he's practically running after you on all fours, claws tearing into whatever material happens to be closest to him. you're practically shitting bricks when you see the absolutely feral look in his eyes as he tears his way closer. you're stubborn, admirably so, even miguel has to give you credit for that, as you clumsily attempt to run from him. but miguel, in the heat of his anger and frustration, forgets just how delicate your body is compared to his. his fangs and claws cause nothing but horrid agony—you're sure that the terror and panic is exemplifying the pain tenfold— as your blood welts up past broken muscle and skin.

even as his venom takes hold and your body begins to slow in its movements, you're still trying to make weak attempts at pushing him away. the sensible part of him feels so broken at the terrified look in your eyes, but there's the part of him that enjoys seeing you like this—in such a fragile state, you have no one but him—and he once more reigns in his anger, his rage.

this is all for your own good, he murmurs into your ear and he carries you away. this is all because you didn't listen to him.

#lati thirsts #tw yandere #yandere miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #unrelated but i would die for miles. he's my son and i wanna give him the biggest hug #on another note i'm gonna beat miguel with the chancla. he may be mi papi but i'm still gonna throw hands with him <33

[mrsoharaa]

Friends With Benefits Miguel, who hates the idea of being so intimately close and mangle with such complicated, bothersome feelings of endearment and commitment. So he does everything in his power to make sure you both agree and condemn to the terms of his little agreement of just being fuck buddies.

Until he realizes that you finally had enough of having your heart and soul utterly shattered after every heated, emotionless fuck session.

Completely seethes at the sight of you ignoring his calls, turning your back on him when he needed you — watches that brimming, refreshed smile on your face glimmer with such ease and contentment. As though nothing ever happened between the two of you.

Gives you a week to see if anything changes.

But nothing has. Not in the slightest.

He had hoped you would come back to him. Back into his big, strong arms and weighted, stocky body. To spill out your entirety to him in the most vulnerable state. To share your embracing, tender presence with him. To weigh in his own personal, salacious leisure.

His eyes would soften and shallow out with the sight of you finally being honestly happy. Watching you gradually move on without the beck and call of his desperation for a need of "stress relief" and last resort entanglement.

Breaks his heart to finally see you being completely happy and indubitably enthralled with someone that wasn't him. That could actually give you the love and adoration that you solely craved the most.

#slowly trying to get back into the groove of things! #still in this nasty ol' writers block! UGH! #fwb miggy is plaguing my minddd #angst is running through my veinssss #....now I wanna give him all the kisses and tight hugs! 😭 #but i also want to punch and kick him in his perfect handsome face! #god i adore this man #miguel o'hara x reader #atsv

[hisui-dreamer]

a world without you

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x gn!reader

Synopsis: When Leona hears the Shroud brothers' plan, he thinks back to his herbivore, and how their existence has changed so much for him.

Tags: spoilers up to Ch 6!!!, established relationship, angst but fluff, drama, bot proofread

Word count: 878

Notes: this can be read as my view of leona's character, so please accept my leona brainrot <3 just some thoughts I had when I read ch 6. also leona might be a little ooc but it's his internal thoughts so I like to think he's more emotional :3

"It needs to reset before we can start a new game."

Shocked expressions were exchanged across the room as the implications of the younger Shroud's plan slowly settled on everyone's mind.

Leona couldn't help but think that, if the opportunity had been given to him a year ago, he'd likely have accepted whatever the robot kid was going for.

Leona always felt that he had been cheated in life. Ever since he was young, he was constantly compared to his older brother, who was seen as the epitome of success in their family, the perfect heir to the throne. Everyone would constantly praise his brother's achievements while dismissing his own accomplishments as trivial. It didn't matter that he was working hard to prove himself, that he could wield such powerful magic as a child.

He often wondered why he had to be born, if he was only meant to stay in another person's shadow to make them seem brighter in contrast.

No matter how hard he studied, how mature he acted, or how strong his magic was, it was all pointless. The ghostly whispers of the palace staff continued, and the judging remarks from the council intensified.

He was born as the second prince.

And he was destined to forever be just that—second.

When it finally clicked for him, he stopped trying. Why make an effort in anything, when time and time again, he had given his all only to end up with nothing? They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over, yet expecting different results. Despite what others might say, Leona was incredibly brilliant, with a sharp mind fit to be a wise ruler. He knew, without a doubt, that it was pointless to continue down the road of insanity.

Instead, he continued down the path of sloth, eventually finding everything, the entire world, pointless. He found himself skipping classes and taking naps whenever he could, hiding away from the world where he would never be able to stand under the sun, but at least comforted by the serene embrace of his dreams.

He had wanted to turn the world to sand and start over.

It had been a wild thought, but here the Shrouds were, proposing an entire reset of the world.

Leona's mind raced as he contemplated the consequences of such an ordeal. Indeed, he had always dreamed of a world where everyone had an equal chance to succeed, where people were not judged based on their social status, birth order, or magical ability. A world where he was no longer burdened by the expectations of his family, where he was free to be who he truly was, a world where everyone was given a fair chance to succeed, and where no one was left behind.

And yet, without realising it, the thought of starting over in a new world had left his mind ever since you came into his life. You were everything he had ever wished for but never deserved in a partner—kind, caring, and endlessly supportive, always by his side despite his crude demeanour and harsh words. You showed him that there was meaning to living, opening his eyes to the people around him. He had friends who cared about him, incredible talent that could bring great changes, and most importantly, you, his dearest herbivore who shone like a beacon in the shadowed depths of his heart.

For the first time in his life, he felt truly content with what he had, despite all the flaws and problems that persisted.

He had never cared about resetting the world and losing everything he had to start anew. But it was a different story now.

What would happen to the people he cared about in this new world? What if he never met you? What if everything he had ever known and loved was erased? And what of the memories that he made at NRC with you, with Savanaclaw, and everyone else?

Leona's thoughts drifted to his memories of you, your fierce eyes staring directly into his, determined to befriend him; the quiet evenings you had spent together under the starry sky sharing stories and enjoying each other's company; the way you would instinctively lean into him for comfort; the dazzling smile that graced your face when you spotted him in a crowd.

He made up his mind then.

He didn't want, no, he wouldn't risk losing you. Your presence had given him the joy he had never experienced, the hope for a better day tomorrow, and he wouldn't give that up for anything. He would continue to work towards a fairer world, but he would do so without resetting everything that he had come to cherish.

He had learned to appreciate the people in his life. He had found happiness, despite the unfairness of the world. He knew that he had found something precious in this unfair world—someone who cherished him wholeheartedly for whatever he may be.

No, he doesn't want to reset the world.

"I'll grant you one thing. The world totally sucks as it is. But I don't think your new one would be any more to my taste. So I'm going to stick with this one. It's less of a pain."

#writing this made me realise vil and leona's characters really mirror each other #vil always works hard because he believes that that will increase his possibility of achieving his dreams #and meanwhile leona has stopped believing in hard work because his efforts have never gotten recognised #my boy's lost all hope #and for vil the film industry is something way more flexible than the royal family's views #so i feel like leona does respect vil and his hard work #just like he respects jamil's talents #hes so optimistic for everyone except himself #ok i wanna really give him a hug now #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst wonderland #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #twisted wonderland leona #twst leona

[creamqueen]

I find it hard to believe when ppl write Arthur Morgan as incredibly flirty or romantic...cause no way this man wouldn't be scared of intimacy considering what happened with Eliza and Isaac.

#OK...don't jump me guys pls #idk if its just me but like i just...i cant find him sexy cause hes just so miserable #like damn ur so tragic...i dont even wanna fuck u just let me give u a hug man #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader

[forkloverr]

jim hawkins head cannons plz I'm starving

•̩̩͙*˚ ✩ Jim Hawkins Headcannons ✩.•̩̩͙˚

THE BOY! THE MAN! THE POOKIE BEAR!

✮ - he loooooves to tease you. bro will not let ANYTHING slide. he can be sooo freaking annoying but you cant help but think its cute. though one time he teased you about something that ended up making you upset, and boy did he feel bad. when he saw your tearful eyes, he immediately reached for your hand and apologized like a million times. to confirm you were no-longer upset, he wrapped you up in a big hug, gently rubbing your back to comfort you.

✮ - daydreams, a lot. you can find him sitting and staring off into the horizon, without a care in the world. he'll softly hum a random tune as his mind explores. you're often the subject of his daydreams- and also the reason why he constantly gets asked 'what are you smiling about?'

✮ - always wants to know you're ok. of course he knows you're an independent girl boss (HELP) and can fight your own battles- but despite that, he can't help but want to protect you from anything that comes your way. he doesn't want to lose you too. ✮ - brings you little trinkets from his adventures. he always manages to find some object that reminds him of you. he won't admit it, but he partly buys them so he can have 'a piece of you' throughout the remainder of his journey. ✮ - probably named a star after you. "his star" he'd say. whether he's with you or without- he looks up to that star whenever he needs a reminder of what to push through for.

#treasure planet #jim hawkins #jim hawkins x reader #disney movies #disney #fanfic #i want him so bad #guys its ok im under 18 #im not weird i promise #i wanna give him a hug :( #little pookie smookie wookie

[suntimeswolliw]

more hanahaki sun and moon art

including sketch and lineart bc i think they look cool

#my art #this actually made me pretty sad when i was drawing it #i wanna give them both a hug #fnaf #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #moondrop #fnaf sun #sundrop #security breach #sun x reader #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #moon x reader #daycare attendant x reader #the daycare attendant #hanahaki #hanahaki au

[ichigosluvrr]

Why didn't no one tell me that Vinland Saga is a masterpiece 🧍🏾‍♀️like....

#starspeaksੈ✩‧₊˚ #black reader #vinland saga #the story is beautiful #i really do love all the characters #i think this is the first anime where i say there's not 1 character i dislike🥹 #i need S3 to come right nowwww😫 #i love Thorfinn sm🥲 i wanna give him a hug #thorfinn #askeladd #thors #thorkell #snake #bjorn #viking #norse mythology #anime x reader #everyone go watch it 🙏🏽

[pupkashi]

kakashi being touchstarved😔

that man needs a hug that lasts HOURS 😭😭 is so shocked when you just so casually pull him into a hug whenever you see him his eyes going wide and then he’s like wait ,, this is really nice and then you pull away and he feels so cold but he just pushes the feeling away because he thinks it’s dumb

once you’ve been dating for a a bit and he feels more comfortable he’ll kinda hint at the fact that he wants you to just touch him,, too shy to say it out loud to you </3 but you don’t hesitate because what kakashi wants kakashi gets <3 so there he is, wrapped in your ever loving, warm embrace with a very very light blush on his cheeks and grin on his face, frowning when you leave without a word but come back to find him sulking,, “kashi? i just went to the restroom what happened?” then he feels silly because oh god he’s so whipped

cuddles you so very much at night, pulling you close to his chest and even then he feels like it isn’t close enough, he just wants you as close as humanly possible, placing kisses all over your face in a fit of love <33 will murmur about sweet nothings to you even if he knows you’re asleep because he just needs to let it out or else he’ll go insane

holds your hand at anytime possible, you guys will just link pinkies in public because as much as he hates pda he just needs to be touching you, uses crowds as an excuse to have his hand on your back and keeping you close against him

he is just so touchstarved and wants needs you to be holding him or being affectionate somehow at every given possible moment that he’s alive and breathing or he will die and he tells you this one day when you’re cooking and he’s wrapped around you with his head resting on your shoulder or the top of your head with his arms around your waist and you tell him to go sit and wait until you’re done because hes limiting your movements (you didn’t wanna say getting the way, the jonin was much too sensitive for charged words like that when it came to you) and so kakashi pouts and replies with a ‘so you want me dead?’

you always end up smothering him in affection on days off, interrupting his reading by kissing all over his face and maneuvering your way into his lap or him into yours, you always hold him even when he says he doesn’t really care because you know he’s too shy to admit he wants to be cuddled, you’re there to give kakashi all the love and physically affection in the world because it’s what he deserves <33

#i wanna give him the biggest hug ever 😭😭 #kakashi drabble #hatake kakashi x reader #kakashi x reader #kakashi hatake fluff #hatake kakashi drabble #kakashi fluff #drabbles <3

[zyonsay]

could we get some max verstappen x m!reader childhood friends to bfs hcs? hope your day is great :D

Childhood Friends to Bfs Hcs MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: Hcs about how you and Max came to be boyfriends

Reader: Male

Warnings: We hate Jos verstappen in this household

Now playing: 'West Coast' by Lana del Rey

AN: Hey there anon, I hope you like it! <3

And i wish you a nice day too, Merry Christmas!

The first time you met was when you were about three years old. Your dads had brought you along to a race and it made sense that they introduced their children.

Max was shy at first, but you insisted on him playing with you and your toy cars. You handed him the blue one while you kept the red one and that’s how your friendship was born.

To every race your dad had brought you along, you took the two toy cars with you in a small backpack, in hopes of getting to play with your new friend ‘Mats’.

When you two started karting, you got to see each other more regularly. The two toy cars were replaced by your favorite cars and the baby blabbering turned into elaborate conversations. Or at least as elaborate as nine-year-olds could get.

Both of you could give each other a sort of safe space; Max was scared and probably too proud to confide in anyone, but you were an exception. Whenever his dad would scold him after a race, you were nearby to offer him a hug after Jos had angrily stomped off. ‘You did amazing’, he was sobbing while you patted his back gently.

You both would regularly hang out with each other. Jos didn’t like the Idea of him staying at you place and ‘wasting time when he could be getting better’, so you two worked out a plan. Whenever Max wanted to hang out with you, he told his dad he was going to the Karting track with you to go and talk with mechanics and more experienced drivers. This was only half a lie though, you two would actually go to the track, but not before stopping to get ice cream.

The very first time he got to stay over at your place was when he’d placed second in a race, which made his dad furious. Jos hit Max’s helmet and packed his stuff before driving off. Max wasn’t one to cry often, only weak boys did that, his dad had told him. But this time he felt a sharp sting in his heart. He didn’t even notice the tears running down his face, until you pointed it out. You dragged him behind one of the tents and wrapped him in a tight hug. This time, he let it all go. He cried bitter tears, keeping his arms around you, as if you were going to disappear into thin air. After he had calmed down, you convinced him to come back to your house and sleep over.

Your room was like a dreamland for him; There were a few glow in the dark stars on the walls and ceilings and your bed sheets had Lightning McQueen on them. Giggling, you two laid on the floor of your room, while the light was off. The stars on your ceiling shone in a light green hue and the cassette you were playing talked about an astronaut in space. Max had promised himself, if he didn’t end up becoming a Formula One driver, he’d become an astronaut.

Max first realized that he might feel a bit more for you was when he was 17, he’d just gotten the amazing news of him entering Formula One. You didn’t want to cry as much as you did, but you were worried. You were worried that he’d forget you, that he’d be too busy racing in the big league. It was almost midnight when you arrived outside his house. You sent him a text that you wanted to talk with him. Max crept down the stairs, making sure his dad wouldn’t wake up and find out about this little meet up. The streets were empty, and the dim light of the streetlamps attracted moths. With your hands in the pockets of your sweater, you confessed how you felt about his F1 Debut. You made sure to tell him that you wanted him to rise, but you were just worried about your friendship.

Your fear of him understanding you wrongly was luckily unnecessary. It was his turn to confess now. His boyish grin and his messy hair had you besotted. Max confessed how much you mean to him and how much he… – loves you.

With tear filled eyes you pulled him into a hug, holding him close under the light of the streetlamps while bats swiftly flew above you. With a sweet grin you pressed a kiss to his cheek, before you two walked back to his house.

That night, when you drove back home on your squeaky old bike, you cried happy tears. The wind played through your hair, and you felt unstoppable. This was the reassurance you needed and wanted. You were so damn happy.

Obviously, you had to keep a low image. Jos would probably be seething if he found out that his son was together with another boy. Additionally, Max had just started his F1 season, he didn’t really need any public slander right now.

Though a few years later he revealed his childhood best friend and his now boyfriend. Of course, you two have gotten loads of hate, but Max was happy to finally express himself. He loved you and that was the bottom line.

#I wanna give him a bear hug #male reader #f1 x male reader #f1 x reader #reader insert #x reader #max verstappen x male reader #male reader insert #f1 fanfic #gay #x male reader #male!reader #male x male #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fic #f1 fic #f1 imagine

[anyasathenaeum]

Not Fair

A/N: I just felt like I needed some slightly sad and soft Vash in bed (not the nsfw kind), I decided to self-project my need to cuddle this man, hug him and tell him how wonderful he is and how much he deserves love and happiness okay bye

Warnings: Brief mention of nudity, hurt/comfort, cuddling

The only light that filled the shabby inn room was from the soft glow of the moon.

What you wouldn't give to live in this moment forever - just you and Vash, with nothing between you and a thin blanket covering you both, protecting you both from the vicious world outside.

The man who frightened townsfolk, referred to as the "Humanoid Typhoon", as humanity's first walking disaster, was currently curled up by your side and holding you close in his embrace with such care that you would think you were made of glass.

Vash's flesh-and-blood hand rested on the back of your head and his prosthetic held your waist gently as he held you close, his cold fingers tracing over your delicate skin, his beautiful blue eyes trained on you with such reverence, love and tenderness that it made you want to cry.

You found your own fingers tracing over Vash's many scars, reminders of the fear and hatred that was so often and so wrongly directed at him.

"It isn't fair," You whispered softly, not really sure who you were talking to. "You don't deserve this. You never deserved any of this."

Before you could realize it, your cheeks were wet with tears as you looked at Vash's body, overwhelmed by feelings of sadness for him - how could somebody as wonderful as him be treated so poorly?

Vash's heart broke in his chest as he watched the tears go down your cheeks, your words hitting him harder than you knew. You traced his scars so gently and with such care that Vash found himself fighting off his own tears.

How could he possibly deserve somebody as kind and as loving as you? How could he possibly deserve somebody who cried for him and cared for him as much as you did, after everything he had done in his long life?

"(Y/N)... Mayfly..." Vash's tone was gentle, not giving a single hint as to his inner turmoil. "Don't cry. It's okay."

"It's not, Vash!" You immediately replied, your teary eyes wide with disbelief as you looked at him - how was he so accepting of the treatment he'd gotten from people, even up until now? "It's not okay! You don't deserve to be hurt. You deserve to be loved, to be cared for. You deserve to be happy, Vash. You deserve peace."

The passion behind your words did move Vash to tears, and the blonde-haired man simply pulled you into an even tighter hug, his bare body pressed against yours as his silent tears traced down his cheeks.

"B-But..." Vash struggled, his throat tight with emotion, "I-... I-..."

Before Vash could get any other word out, your lips were on his in a gentle but insistent kiss. A kiss that spoke so much louder than any words you possibly could've uttered in that moment - it spoke of your love for Vash, of your belief in his deserving good things, of you wanting to care for him and protect him with every fiber of your being.

Vash couldn't help but return the kiss, his tears and your own intermingling as he held onto you with such desperation. You were his lifeline in that moment. Your love for him was what kept him from being completely washed away by the misery, the anger, the self-hatred and the sadness that Vash felt each and every day.

Vash was thanking whatever gods existed above for you, for the fact that you had crossed paths with him and you had seen enough good in him to stay, to love him for everything he was and to fight for him and alongside him.

Once the two of you had both calmed slightly, you shifted your position so that Vash was now the one in your arms, his blonde hair splayed out over your bare chest as his head rested on you, the continuous gentle thud of your heartbeat soothing him. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you kissed his forehead gently, brushing stray strands of hair out of his face.

"You're everything to me, Vash. I love you more than anything, and I would do anything to protect you. I promise I won't let anybody hurt you anymore. Not as long as I live," You spoke softly, your voice wobbling as you did so.

Vash heart twisted in his chest at your promise, and he shifted so that he could prop himself up to look at you. Tears were pooling in your eyes once more, and Vash quickly took your hand in his, kissing it tenderly as his heart ached from sheer love of you. You were so good - how could you possibly be his?

"Oh, Mayfly..." Vash couldn't bring himself to say anything more; the wobble of his lip was a dead giveaway that if he spoke any more, he'd burst into tears again, too.

"I swear it on my life, Vash," You continued, your voice falling to a whisper. "I'll protect you however I can. I love you, Vash."

Now it was Vash's turn to kiss you, his hands cradling your cheeks so gently as he pressed his lips to yours tenderly. He couldn't seem to find the words to convey to you just how much he loved you.

You hadn't been a love-at-first-sight situation. You had grown on Vash slowly, over the course of many years. You had become his best friend and closest ally, the one person he could always depend on and trust without fault. It had always been just you and him.

However, it wasn't until Vash had nearly lost you that he realized... that you were his reason for continuing this fight, the reason he still smiled and laughed. You were his strength.

And God, he loved you.

He loved you so much that he couldn't breathe if you weren't near him. He felt like half of himself was missing every second the two of you spent apart. And it terrified him. But losing you terrified him more. Eventually, the two of you fell into a relationship that was hidden from the world, only known by the two of you and a few other trustworthy people who had figured it out on their own.

So now, as Vash kissed you and held you under the secret cover of night, he found himself wanting nothing more than to have this moment last forever. This moment of love, in its rawest form.

A moment for just you and him where nothing else mattered. Where you both could dream of a future for the two of you.

Together.

#anya's athenaeum #trigun stampede #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #trigun #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #i'm back from the dead here have this #trigun hurt comfort #vash hurt comfort #i was self-projecting here but bear with me okay #vash my love i wanna give you a hug and hold you close okay

[kelin-is-writing]

oki this one might be a little angsty? xD

at this point you're used to patching dabi up when he returns from missions or whatever he was doing. it's not a big deal (in his mind) anymore but you still worry each time and scold him ofc. he never understood why you make such a big deal out of it until the roles were suddenly reversed and you're the one who got hurt >:)

- 🥛

GOD MILK—

i’ve been thinking about this a lot and let it on stall because i was afraid of making dabi ooc, BUT you know what??? screw that, because i 100% think he would freak-the-fuck-out.

he never ever cared about himself getting hurt, it was irrelevant to dabi what happened to him, that’s how much self-destructive he has become still... when he saw you come back with a wound on your shoulder and another on the left side of your waist, dabi’s brain went blank while his heartbeats started to quicken and breath becoming heavier.

his body was quivering all over like an electric shock went through it and in a second he was already in front of you, eyebrows frowned, dark look in his eyes and lips pressed together “who did this to you?”, he growled with raspy and deep voice, pure anger coming off of him, his stance tense and menacing.

you reassure him that it’s nothing and you’re fine, but he keeps staring at you with a gaze that’s a mixture of rage and worry. the moment you rest your hand on his arm though, dabi relaxes right away, and when you reassure him once again with your beautiful sweet smile he settles down completely.

breathing in deeply from his nose, the arsonist places an hand over yours and after you excuse yourselves to the others he takes you to his room where the black haired boy tends to your wounds, when you giggle he looks up at you quizzicaly with a lifted eyebrow “usually i’m the one patching you up, but this time is the other way around.”, at hearing your words his heart sunk, because to him this wasn’t funny at all, the only thought of something happening to you was eating him up alive from inside.

you were the last person in the world who dabi wanted to see hurt.

lowering his head, the villain bends down to rest his face on your lap and surrounds your waist with his arms, swallowing hard at the thought of losing you, an instant painful pang aimed at his chest just like that “next time i’ll be the one on mission with you... i’ll be there to protect you... so never get hurt again... please...”, that’s the first time you heard him sound so vulnerable, so scared, so... so desperate. it broke your heart.

you moved cupping dabi’s cheeks with your hands and lifted his face up locking eyes firmly with his lost ones “we’ll be fine. you’re by my side and i’m by yours, so we’ll be fine...”, you said hinting at him to be careful himself and with the final reassuring smile you gave him, the raven haired boy felt the anxious feeling inside his chest lessen bit by bit; then when your arms went to surround his neck hugging him close, head resting on your chest, hearing your steady heartbeats dabi closed his eyes, relaxing completely under your tender touch.

whoever dared to hurt you though, has his days numbered anyways 🥰

#kelin responds #answered #🥛 #bnha angst #mha angst #dabi angst #touya todoroki angst #bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #god... the way he would go in instant panic mode guys... #the only idea of losing you (by any meanings) terrifies him immensely #ffs dabi come here right away!!!! i wanna give you an hug so bad 😭💔

[stevebabey]

Congrats on da followers dearest!!! How about a blurb? “I wouldn’t wanna fight you. You’re pretty feisty.” with you know who ;) tbh that entire 45 OTP list gives me bf Steve vibes, very well selected babe 😌

sanne honey thank u!!! i make keith such a villain lmao but plots gotta plot yanno - hope u love this, mwah mwah MWAH <33

You think, if you could, you might genuinely feed Keith to a demogorgan for all the nastiness he gives your boyfriend.

It’s disheartening to watch Steve leave the house in the morning, chest puffed out and smiles easy as you kiss him goodbye before you depart yourself — only for him to come back to you deflated, shoulders slumped and a smile nowhere in sight.

Steve comes to yours today, like you’d both agreed. He lets himself in the door and trudges up the stairs with such heavy feet you hear him coming despite your loud music. Reaching out, you swivel the dial on the radio. The music lowers, just as Steve knocks lightly on your bedroom door.

He’s sweet. You’re expecting him, but he’ll still knock.

“Come in if you’re handsome!” You call out, already beginning to smile, just ‘cos he’s here.

The door nudges open slowly. It’s a pitiful sight. Steve’s always been a pouter. His bottom lip is jutted out, clearly looking for sympathy. It’s good thing you adore coddling him.

Steve seems to perk up just a tad at the sight of you, stretched out on the bed, with a book between your hands. He beelines for it. When his legs reach the edge, he folds easily and flops onto the mattress facedown, then groans.

“Oh, Stevie,” you sigh, ditching your book in an instant. You reach out and card your fingers through his shaggy hair. It needs a cut, you think absentmindedly, as you comb through it. You wonder if he’ll let you— it’s an awful lot of trust.

You hold your tongue but he doesn’t speak up, which raises an alert within you. When there’s no long-winded bitch that he’s been holding in all day, you know it must’ve been rough today.

“Keith again?”

“Yeah.” The word is muffled against your comforter, all quiet. You barely hear it.

“Want me to fight him?” You ask, maybe only half joking. Fingers soothe along his scalp again, halting slightly when he digs his face out and turns it to see you. His cheek smushes against your sheets. His eyes are already brighter, the beginnings of a smile twitching at the ends of his mouth.

“Uh huh.” He says.

You mistake his genuineness for teasing and narrow your eyes, your hand in his hair stopping its movements all together. Steve lets out a grumble and his pout returns.

“You don’t think I could?” You raise your brows, voice light but enthused. “I would so win that fight. I can’t believe you don’t think I’d win that fight!”

Your distraction works wonders as Steve’s head pops up, amusement dancing on his features as he bats a hand to interrupt your spiel. “I didn’t say that!” He insists.

He props himself up on an elbow and blows a piece of stray hair back from his eyes. All signs of his dreariness begin to melt away the longer he’s with you.

“Even I wouldn’t wanna fight you,” He counters with a proud smile.

“You’re pretty fiesty.” He punctuates his words with a light jab to your ribs suddenly, making you yelp. You smack away his hand lightly but Steve’s already twisting it, covering your hand with his own, and tugging it towards him before you can blink.

“You vs. Keith? No-brainer.” He assures earnestly, grazing a kiss against your fingers. Damn him, he’s good. More than anything, you’re pleased that he’s feeling better. The better the mood Steve is in, the more kisses you seem to get. It’s a rule of thumb.

“Yeah, yeah, thank you,” You continue, still voicing the dramatic tone. “I’d just wave a bottle of shampoo in his direction and he’d just disintegrate entirely.”

You feel Steve’s breath against your fingers as he laughs, curling his grip a bit tighter. He pulls, urging you closer and you are in no mood to deny him. Wiggling over, you get close enough to feel the warmth emanating from him, to smell the musk of his cologne. Faintly, you can pick out your own shampoo scent. Little thief, you think to yourself lovingly.

His arms slither around you, warm and tan, and you hum happily at the closeness, letting him bundle you up. You press a quick kiss to his jaw, the easiest access but Steve chases your lips til he captures them. It’s sweet as syrup and gentle enough that you crave another — and another, and another. The radio plays love songs as you let him come home to you through a matter of touch.

join the celebration!

#this one was hard !!! #someone else requested it as well but i think my brain can only dredge up one #the amount of blurbs that are gonna end in kisses and hugs.... #what can i SAY its all i wanna GIVE HIM!!!! #thanks for popping in sanne!!! <3 mucho love honey #ruby writes steve #ruby's very own tour of hawkins #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #stevie blurb!

[you-can-call-me-fangs]

Illumi Headcannons I Have I Don't Think Many Other People Have

I'm making this post as a way to cope with the fact that I'm having smut writer's block right now, plus it will give my soft/fluff Illumi agenda some love, an agenda you should also have, so enjoy :)

Everyone knows that Killua acts just like a cat but, like, so does Illumi

Some of his cat like traits are just watching you go about your day, following you around the room with his eyes

Not letting you get too close to him or touch him but eventually, over time, as he starts to trust you more, he'll come to you looking for attention

And when he does want attention he'll be all secretive about it and just give you subtle hints, expecting you to figure the rest out yourself

His main subtle hints are looking intently at you from a close distance or fidgeting with your hair or clothes (this man is touch starved I just know it)

If your stroking his hair or touching his face, he'll even do that thing cats do where they rub their face against your hand to get you to pet them again

Brings you little dead things he killed

(That last one was a joke haha...but not really)

Illumi is the one who originally started calling people baka all the time and Killua picked it up from him

He won't say it all loud and in peoples faces like Killua, but he says it under his breath

Illumi is always stating the obvious, especially when other people are expressing emotions

Like, yes sweetie we know that person is mad, he's practically yelling at the top of his lungs, we don't need you to point it out for us (it's kinda cute though)

This is already sort of cannon, but Illumi is a blunt guy who just says what's on his mind without thinking first

The amount of times he's accidentally offended someone because of this-

I feel like Illumi lowkey grew up having the butlers do certain things for him that most people will do themselves, like bathing

Illumi usually has one of the butlers bathe him and wash his hair so he doesn't really know how to do it himself

Not that there's much of special secret formula to washing yourself, but Illumi doesn't understand this, so the first few times you'll have to help him and teach him how

Even if you teach how he'll still need your help from time to time with washing his hair though

Illumi is neurodivergent and I won't be told otherwise

but seriously hear me out

Illumi doesn't like when people touch him at all unless he really knows and trusts them, so it's a pretty high honor

This man will literally dig a hole for himself and climb in it just so nobody will mess with him

My boy really cut himself off from civilization altogether

If you ask him about his pins/nen ability, he will start info dumping everything about it

Illumi stims, mostly when he's nervous or angry

His form of stimming is usually through his hands/fingers

Touching his fingertips together, twirling his finger, picking or fidgeting at things, mostly his clothing or hair, intertwining his fingers, holding his own hands together, bending the joints of his fingers, etc.

Illumi actually has scars all over his body from his "training" you just can't see them too well because of his pale skin and the fact that the scars are pretty old now

It would be easier to run your hands over his body and just feel the scars cause they're that hard to see sometimes

Ask for Illumi's permission first though, he can get pretty sensitive about it

The scars themselves are these smooth, barely raised bumps with a slightly pink-ish hue to each scar, but again, still a rarely noticeable difference in color to the rest of his skin

He also has these tiny cuts on his hands from using his pins so much, kind of like a tailor, you know, someone who sews

I also saw someone say once that Illumi has freckles on his face but he uses makeup to cover them up and I haven't stopped thinking about it

#i love him so much #i wanna give him a hug #i wanna give him the world #soft illumi agenda #illumi x reader #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #illumi x male reader #is this list of headcannons long? i feel like it's long #there's definitely gonna be a part 2

[clarks-letterman]

johnny being bullied by cook and nubbjns for not being blood-related to the family is still my 9/11 btw

#and he found out as teen too #so just #i wanna give him a hug #johnny tcm #johnny slaughter #johnny slaughter x reader