#ik this sounds insane but it feels. so. warm and safe to me.

[fallowfield]

watching an old ass comfort movie that i forgot existed until i read a webcomic that was drawn in mspaint and was nonsensical for nonsense sake

#crops #WHEN I SAY THAT. i mean that it didnt take itself too seriously but it did handle serious topics. and it was good. #.....the movie is yellow submarine its on internet archive go go go #i WISH my art looked like this holy hell. surrealism with a hopeful and colorful lens cast upon it and the sense of love it has. #ik this sounds insane but it feels. so. warm and safe to me.

[anadiasmount]

Hi! If you still take requests can you do a bf christian pulisic headcanons please? I don’t see a lot of them for him 🥺

christian as a boyfriend ❣️

would always keep a hand on you every where you go. his love language is touch, so it can be, holding ur hand in public, on ur thigh, when your sleeping a hand around ur waist, a hand on your butt when he becomes possessive bc ik he is.

he kisses you softly, a hand on you hip and the other one resting on your cheek. as much as you love his gentle and soft kisses, you can’t help but enjoy the heated ones as well.

his heated kisses where he starts kissing ur neck all the way up to ur jaw, kissing the corners of your mouth before connecting your lips together. he especially loves bitting ur bottom lip and pulling it back, watching as you blush beneath his touch, his hand slightly around your throat with the smallest pressure. “god baby look at you. so pretty for me.”

bf!christian where he takes pictures of you secretly every where you are. you could be simply washing dishes or cooking but there he is with his phone. when grocery shopping and ur picking our sweets and crisps, you driving, you dancing freely to music. when you’d ask him he would shrug it off. “took it while you weren’t looking.”

during important events, he would spoil you, sometimes hiring a makeup and hairstylist for you, buying you a new pair of heels and dress. surprising you with a pair of earring and a necklace with his initial bc ur his. “don’t take it off. everyone needs to know ur mine, and only mine.”

i just know he’d be possessive about you in every aspect. you making small convo with the man at the bakery and he’s just there looking at him with a smug. at the gym where he towers you and covers you from anyone’s view. when taking a mirror selfie he places a hand around ur waist or on your boob. “gotta remind them, that’s all.”

on a rainy day he’s extra snuggly. you’d spend your day cleaning and then lay on the couch. make cookies and light his favorite candle. as much as he loves being big spoon, he feel safe and sound in ur arms. christian’s head on your chest while you draw small shapes on his back.

he knows how anxious you can get especially when it’s a place that’s super crowded so he’d tell you to trace his tattoos, and kissing ur temple every now and then. “trace them baby. distract yourself from them. it’s just me and you... i love you prettygirl.”

he’s a super private person like you, so date nights at home are special to him. you teaching him how to cut the vegetables required, telling him to mix the food in the pan/ pot. when everything is done, he grabs ur hand and brings you into him, dancing softly in the kitchen, hearing him sing to you.

when visiting the states, he takes you on his boat, spending the whole day swimming, reading, playing chess bc he taught you, and then helping him grill (bc he’s a grilling dad at heart). you would take pictures of him in the sunset, lay together with a blanket keeping you warm, and kiss him bc you truly can’t help it. “so handsome baby. cant get enough of you…”

christian bf where he gives you his jersey to wear and expect you to show it off. it drives him insane, especially when ur hair is up and it gives him a view of you small ear tattoo and on your neck as well. when ur alone he would definitely kiss them and just be in a horny mood. “yk how much i love when ur hair is up y/n… especially with my name on ur back. ur killing me out there.”

when the two of you can’t sleep, you spend hours discussing ur futures together. the two of you sacrificing to stay together, so anywhere he goes you go. talks about having kids, owning a ranch looking home, a big dog to protect you and the kids when he isn’t home. taking more vacations, to places YOU want to go to. “anything and anywhere you want, baby. you name it and i’ll give it to you.”

bf christian where he kisses your knuckles randomly, and you blushing bc it causes you off guard.

when he sleep you just fall deep in concentration at his beautiful face. ur eyes drawing back and forth from his small scars, to his freckles which you adore. the moles, the faint wrinkles, his stubble 😵‍💫

you begging him not to shave but he still does so bc he loves seeing you all pouty and moody. “sorry baby, but i just hate it.”

getting a tattoo that’s sort of dedicated to you. and when he finally tells you he’s just laughing at ur shocked face.

i just know when he’s drunk, he’s constantly wanting attention, doing things to show off, making you laugh by his dad jokes, and just being all soft and gentle. “baby watch this… i bet you haven’t heard this one… just hold me, need to feel you against me…”

him just praising you for everything, “good girl princess… being such a good girl for me… look at you baby, doing so good for me…”

him handing you his hoodies bc of how easily you get cold. knowing he gets mad when you stick ur cold toes in his warm skin, groaning at the contact. “baby! no pls stop… it feels cold.”

christian bf where he buys you the book you add to ur wishlist and when you’d ask how he knew, he would confess that he just knows. but since he loves spoiling you, he would look through that list specifically.

CHRISTIAN WEARING JEWELRY 😵‍💫😵‍💫 a watch specifically, or rings and it makes you go insane.

bc christian purposely wearing no shirt when around you, watching how you get all shy and innocent, but you just adore his back muscles, and his abs. dragging your small hand around his soft and warm skin, knowing he will get goosebumps.

bf christian having to wake up early for training, so he leaves notes for you reminding you how much he loves you, stuff you need for the house, or that he left coffee/ breakfast for you.

bf christian always being down to watch old movies with you. but instead of watching the movies he just pays attention to your eyes growing wide at ur favorite scenes or lines, ur smiles growing wide, holding you when you hysterically cry at certain scenes.

christian bf becoming so sad and scared that he’s going to lose you one day, even crying bc he never wants to let you go. “i can’t help it baby. if you were to ever leave idk if i could cope without you. pls promise me you won’t leave me? ever? i love you babygirl. want you all to myself.”

these are all i could come up with for now :( but i want to make another one bc i enjoyed making this one!! sorry if it’s short but this is how i picture bf christian 🤭❣️

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic blurb #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic concepts #christian pulisic one shot

[justjessame]

Diamonds Are A Boy’s Best Friend Chapter 50

Vera was preparing for her first class as the premier dance instructor in Miami and of course being at the Miramar Playa only added to the appeal.  The Fourth had been a resounding success and Lauren had met a boy, to her brothers’ and father’s horror.  I was starting to think that I’d be the size of a parade float by the time I was ready to deliver our baby, and the time seemed to tick by ever slower - the heat of Miami bearing down on me harder and harder as the days went on.  

My fear wasn’t tempered by the appointments with the doctor, even with Ike by my side and Mimi coming along for support.  He was adamant that I be sedated and unconscious during delivery and that our child be forcibly removed with forceps.  I was horrified by the idea that I wouldn’t be awake to hear our baby’s first cry or breath, that I wouldn’t know what their sex was - or be able to hold them immediately.  Ike wasn’t taking it very well either.  He attempted to find a way to negotiate something more palpable for our family, but the hospital and doctor seemed unwilling to cooperate.  

Mimi went on the hunt for other arrangements, hopeful that she could find something better for us but I worried that we’d run out of time - even as I felt like the time grew longer and longer and I grew heavier and heavier.  

At some point, Ike had gently warned me, every pregnant woman gets to the point where intimacy becomes uncomfortable.  I’d scoffed.  A time when I didn’t WANT Isaac Evans?  Was he insane?  And yet, as the weeks and months ticked by and my body grew bigger with our child - I realized that while my internal hunger for him was alive and well, my physical hunger for him wasn’t as readily available.  Those naps he had once pressed upon me were now something I willingly took on my own, no reminder necessary.  And while I still adored having his heat and body against my own, the urge to be joined wasn’t quite as urgent.  

A tiny part of me worried, I admit, that he might seek the warmth of another bed.  Vera was a floor below us, after all.  Meg Bannock was across the way.  And I’d have to be completely blind to NOT see the other willing and beautiful women who turned their heads to watch my husband as he made his rounds as host of the hotel.  The old adage played in my head, “once a cheat -”, but I would push it down, only to have those photos that Ben had thrust into my hands early into my pregnancy showing Ike holding the towel open for Meg coming rushing back into my head.  

Late one night, so far into my pregnancy that I’d lost count, I woke in our bed and knew that I was alone.  His side was cold and I felt ice and fear creep into my veins.  Ben Diamond’s voice sneaked into our home and my head, reminding me that I was a Diamond and not good enough to be the Queen of the Miramar Playa.  I shut my eyes and pushed it down, thinking of what to do.

Rolling over, I slipped out of our bed, putting my swollen feet into my slippers and grabbing my robe from the back of my vanity chair.  Ignoring my reflection in the mirror, huge is huge after all, I left our room and saw that he wasn’t in the living room or dining room.  He wouldn’t be in Lauren’s room, so I steadied myself and stepped into the hallway and thought he might have gone to the office.  

I found him sitting on the main staircase watching them clean the entryway.  A glass of something brown beside him, he was in his pajamas and a robe and looked like he had just needed a moment of peace.  His eyes, like magnets, found me as I stepped off the elevators and he stood up, but I shook my head.  Silly man.  Waddling to him, he met me on the bottom step.

“Did I wake you?”  His hands went to my bump, his lips to my forehead, cool from whatever was in his glass.  “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”  

“I woke up and you weren’t there,” I murmured, feeling much calmer now that he was in front of me.  My hand went to my lower back, where a sharp pain was hitting me.  “Ow.”  

“Liz?”  Ike looked down at me with all the concern I’d expect from an expectant father.  “What is it?”  

“A knot,” I brushed off his worry even as another stabbing pain hit me.  “I must have rolled out of the bed wrong is all.”  But I ruined that argument when the next pain struck and the warm fluid ran down my leg and puddled on the clean floor under my slipper.  

“No, Liz,” Ike managed to sound calm even as he looked far less than, “you’re in labor.”  

And then everything started moving far faster than I expected.  He was calling for someone to call for a car, but I wondered if we shouldn’t be calling for an ambulance, while he was also asking one of the other workers to go wake up Mimi and also get Danny to stay with Lauren.  While he marshalled the troops, his hand had fallen to my lower back where the knot was and he was slowly massaging it, his other hand cradling my bump.  

“We should go upstairs so I can -” I was going to say change, but Ike shook his head, kissing my temple.  

“They’re just going to put you in a hospital gown when we get there, sweetheart,” he told me, but I was thinking of the squish in my slipper, the wetness in my underwear, the all over gross feeling that I was experiencing.  “Would you feel better if I had them put something down on the carseat?”  

I shrugged, not particularly, but it was better than nothing I supposed.  As Mimi, looking for all the world as if she’d been up and waiting for this moment, came to join us in the hotel lobby - taking over for Ike in the ordering of the troops, Ike returned to his natural state as my husband and partner.  Holding onto me, soothing my fears, but I knew once we got to the hospital I’d be on my own, in darkness, unconscious and without any knowledge of what comes next.  

What came next was a tense drive to the hospital with Mimi next to the driver - who looked as comfortable as any driver who was tasked with driving the owners of the premier resort of Miami while one was in labor as a very stern midwife sat next to him tersely shouting out orders - Ike’s hand was in mine and he was whispering assurances to me.

“I’ll be there, Liz, I promise.”  I was scared, he knew it, that I’d be alone and our baby would be alone.  “I’ll be right there waiting and I’ll make sure you and our baby are safe and -”

We arrived within minutes, or days - my nerves were frayed, the mess of my water - not a singular huge gush of fluid, but rather a series of warm gushes - the pains that kept coming and the unknown of what was waiting for me seems to make everything rush forward then slow down.  It was maddening, and terrifying in heavy doses.  

Ike was correct of course, I was rushed into the hospital and my night clothing was removed for a hospital gown.  And as he held my hand, as he stood next to me, while Mimi tried one last press for my preference of a natural birth, it was overturned for the new, improved sedated birthing method.  And I was given the sedative, and as Ike kissed me and promised me again that he’d be waiting for me when I woke up, when our child was safe and delivered, I closed my eyes and prayed.  

Waking up after you’ve been somewhat forcefully sedated during your labor is entirely disorienting.  I woke up and nothing felt right.  I wasn’t lying flat, for one, and I wasn’t in my bed at home for another.  Then there was the empty feeling - normally when I woke up, at least since the baby had started moving, they would remind me that they were there.  Kicking me from the inside, moving around to let me know that Ike and I had been too active or not active enough the night before.  

“Hey,” I turned my head and there he was.  Isaac Evans, my husband.  And in his arms?  A bundle in a pink blanket.  “She was waiting to meet you for hours, Liz.”  

“Hours?”  My eyes burned, thinking that our daughter had had to wait for me for that long, but he shushed me, and her as she started to fuss.  “Is she -” But then he was sitting on the bed with me, and her tiny face was all I could see.  Framed with dark curls, her tiny red face was perfect, as were her tiny fingers and toes - because I unwrapped her blanket and checked her all over.  She was tiny, as Ike reminded me she took after her mother, and she was demanding - he abstained from mentioning if she took after anyone we knew.  Feeding her by bottle, another new push that came from the advances of child bearing and medicine, formula, we were mesmerized by her.  

“She’s amazing, Elizabeth Diamond Evans.”  Ike whispered as she was drifting off after her meal, being burped, and a diaper change.  “Just like her mother.”  

“I think she takes after her father too,” his curls, I thought, and her eyes when they opened were as dark.  “She has the same little pucker you do.”  My finger traced her lips and I smiled as her mouth suckled naturally at the touch.  

“Are we still sure about her name?”  I nodded, watching her as she slept.  “I think it suits her.”  

“I do, too.”  And I did.  We chose a name that had no thread of our past.  We’d discussed memorializing my mother or even Molly, but both of us agreed that our marriage, our family was a chance to have a fresh start, even as we combined and grew.   

“She’ll have to grow into it,” he was taking her from me to put her back into the hospital’s idea of a bassinet.  “I suppose you had to grow into yours, too.”  He winked at me when he looked up from her tiny form, his hand was still cradling her small head.  

“Still growing into it actually,” I smiled at him and his grin grew.  “Miriam Sarah Evans sounds perfect for her, and I think she’ll grow into it just fine, Isaac.”  

“Why, Elizabeth, are we using our full names now?”  His smile was full enough to have his dimple peeking out and I was beaming back at him.  “I love you, Liz, and our daughter, and our family.”  He was at my side, our foreheads meeting and he was breathing deeply.  “I hated not being there with you when she came into this world screaming.”  

“Me too,” my eyes shut, I couldn’t do this again, not this way.  “She’s a miracle, Ike, but -”  His lips brushed my eyelids. 

“I know, Liz, I know.”

#ike evans x ofc #magic city #alternate universe #mention of smut #mention of pregnancy #mention of child birth #Family Fluff

[hotforhandman]

Bright Lights

Uhhhh so I went to a Christmas market yesterday

Ik that Christmas isn’t as much of a thing in Japan but the bnha universe seems to be heavily influenced by Western culture so I figure I can take liberties

“It’s safe this time, I promise!” Deku beckoned him forward, and Shigaraki looked around apprehensively. He had the bottom half of his face covered with a mask and most of his blue hair under a black woollen hat Deku had lent him, so all that was visible was his fringe and his red eyes. “You’re sure?” He asked quietly. This wasn’t the mall this time. After the disaster of last time, Shigaraki had refused to go back there, but Deku had looked so dejected at the concept of not getting to do Christmas shopping in person that he had eventually caved and allowed him to drag him to the local Christmas market. “I’m sure. Trust me!” He smiled brightly, and Shigaraki sighed, following him out onto the street. He had to worm his way through the crowd to keep up as Deku ran to the first stall, stopping to look over a series of handmade tree decorations. “Don’t you love Christmas?” Shigaraki leaned over his shoulder and shrugged. “Never featured much in my life.” “Oh, right…” His smile wavered a moment, but then came back with a vengeance. “Then this year will be your best Christmas yet.” He nodded once, eyes full of determination, and Shigaraki gave him a deadpan look.

They spent a while wandering between stalls, looking at hand-crafted goods, piles of sweets and bottles of flavoured liqueurs that Deku lamented that he wasn’t allowed to try. Shigaraki responded by stealing an extra taster when the stall owner wasn’t looking and slipping it to him when they were a little further back. Deku reprimanded him but smiled as he did it, and seemed to enjoy the sweet, toffee-flavoured drink. “Mm… I like the way it makes you feel warm.” He said, clutching the little plastic cup. Shigaraki found himself smiling, not the deliberately creepy smile or hysterical grin he most often displayed, but just a small, genuine smile. And to think, he mused to himself, I wanted you dead. Back then, the kid had just been an annoyance, another enemy that was just a little too dangerous to ignore but that wasted his time on the way to the goal, but now he actually knew the boy, and unlike his allies Deku was genuine, optimistic and transparent. The more time he spent with him, the more he found himself getting powerfully protective over him, in a way that was normally reserved for Father, or a select few of his most precious possessions. Deku looked up at him, with that little cold flush on his cheeks and he couldn’t look away. “You lived at a bar, right? Did you drink this kind of thing a lot?” Shigaraki blinked, his mood soured a bit by memories, and turned his gaze down the street. “Kurogiri wouldn’t let me drink a lot. Apparently I am ‘hard work’, and getting drunk only makes that worse.” Deku seemed intrigued by that. He had a natural curiosity about him that led him to ask a lot of questions. “Was Kurogiri your mentor then?” “No. He was a glorified babysitter.” Shigaraki’s tone was sharp. “Sensei wasn’t around a lot, so when I was younger someone had to keep an eye on me.” Deku looked down at his feet, at the lights reflecting off the slightly damp pavement. “What was your sensei like?” Shigaraki glanced at him. “You really want to know?” “Mm.” He nodded once, with that air of surety he wore so often. “Sensei was an idol. He taught me everything I know, trained me to recognise all my own strengths and weaknesses and exploit everything that can be exploited. He was always confident and strong, and he made you want to make him proud. The rewards he promised were only part of it, though being told that one day you could have more power than any hero was a good feeling.” Inside his coat pockets, his hands curled and uncurled restlessly. “He showed me all the cruelty in the world and he was my shield against it. Even the cruelty I inflicted on myself.” Deku looked up at him again. “You know not everything in the world is bad, right? I know you don’t like heroes because of society’s bias against some people, and you’re one of them, but… It sounds like your sensei made you believe it wasn’t possible for you to be anything but hated, and… that’s not true.” Shigaraki was quiet for a few seconds before he said softly, “You’re a rare case.” “Me, and All Might too.” He scoffed. “All Might cares about me because of my grandmother. If it wasn’t for her he’d want me either behind bars or dead.” “But he does care.” Deku insisted. “And that’s got to count for something, right?” Shigaraki didn’t answer. They kept walking for a little while, before Deku spoke up again. “Hey, do you like mince pies?” “Uh… I don’t know.” “Come on then, let’s get some!” Deku led him over to a stall, and Shigaraki had to admit it did smell good. They ended up with one each, as well as a cup of spiced punch (non-alcoholic, of course- Deku was too young to drink and Shigaraki didn’t exactly carry ID). Shigaraki had to remove the mask to have it, but fortunately no one seemed to be paying the pair of them much attention. “Good, right?” Deku asked him after he’d taken a bite, and he nodded. It really was. “Okāsan always bakes them for Christmas Eve.” He chewed his lip. “You know… I haven’t spoken to her about it yet, but she suggested we invite All Might over for Christmas, since he doesn’t have any family of his own, and… I was thinking maybe you should come too.” Shigaraki swallowed and stared at him like he was crazy. “…You want to invite me to your house for Christmas.” Deku nodded, looking up. “I know you don’t really do Christmas but I want to show you what it can be like. It won’t be easy to convince Okāsan to have you over but…” He smiled. “I could do it. If you wanted to.” Shigaraki blinked. “I’m fine staying home. I’ve got games to play.” Deku’s smile wavered, and he let his eyes fall. “Oh, right. Okay.” His expression made something inside Shigaraki twist, and he made a small noise of disdain, looking away. “But if you really think that’s a good idea, I’m not gonna say no to free food.” That brought the smile back in full force, and Deku’s eyes sparkled. “Then yeah! I’ll do it!” Shigaraki rolled his eyes and finished his pie, secretly pleased that he’d made Deku smile like that. Maybe he could get on board with this Christmas bullshit after all. His mind went back to before all this, to when the first few displays had been going up and he’d been hanging out with Dabi and Toga. If he’d been told this was going to happen then, he’d have laughed and told them they were insane. Then he wondered about the League, and what was happening to them in his extended absence. Maybe they’d fall apart without a leader, now that both him and All For One were gone. Or maybe they’d come after him. He didn’t know what he’d do if that happened, but watching Deku sip his drink, scarred fingers curled around his cup and eyes catching the brightly coloured Christmas lights, he knew for a fact that he wasn’t going to throw this away.

#shigaraki tomura #midoriya izuku #shigadeku #redemption au #jay writes