i want a girlfriend!!!! i want to be in love!!!! i want to spoil my girlfriend with gifts and love!!!! i want to send her goodmorning and goodnight texts and tell her i love her!!! i want to brag about her to everyone i meet!!!! i want to fall in love
I dunno what happened. I felt like drawing some hurt/comfort Luro and ended up drawing two sad boys.
I kinda headcanon, that especially Lance is an emotional mess more often than not (guess he’s my long lost soulmate…) and needs someone to comfort him. Since Kuro tends to stay with Lance for sleepovers and stuff, he’s the one to take care of him.
But sometimes they both hurt. Sometimes they both feel like they’re not good enough. So they cuddle up in Lance’s room in a nest of soft pillows and blankets and cry together until they feel well enough to talk about what’s eating them up.
I especially like the idea that this was in fact a bro-thing between the two of them. They tried to comfort and be there for eachother, right from the very start, before they realized there was more than a simple bromance happening. I think that the genuine affection they held for eachother was like the base for everything that evolved later on. :3
It’s almost as if Akaashi wears nothing but Bokuto’s shirts.
No one’s complaining, especially not Bokuto. It’s no secret Akaashi looks better in them than Bokuto ever did; when they slide off one of his shoulders and allow him to flaunt those extremely sharp – probably illegal - collar bones to the world. Akaashi claims they’re large and soft, and therefore more comfortable, but Kuroo just scoffs and tells Bokuto it’s the smell. That Akaashi is comforted by Bokuto’s scent, by that earthy, human smell that is so Bokuto.
They’re sitting in the run down room that’s their excuse for a bedroom, Akaashi fitted perfectly between Bokuto’s legs, his back pressed into Bokuto’s quite well endowed chest. He’s warm, or maybe scorching hot is more apt, his heat reaching Akaashi even through the black shirt between them. Bokuto’s arms are wrapped securely around his middle, and he’s kissing a line up Akaashi’s neck- tiny, wet pecks that leave a burning hot trail in their wake.
Akaashi’s trying, he really, really is. He’s trying to focus on the book in his hands, but he can’t do it- he’s read the same line four times already. It’s almost annoying to admit how distracting Bokuto’s attention is; his kisses and his embrace and his warmth, all of it surrounding Akaashi, drowning him in it.
“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi finally sighs, turning his head just a little to the right, “what exactly is it that you want?”
“Hmm?” Bokuto looks up and shrugs, a lazy smile upturning his lips, “I’m just enjoying Akaashi!”
Akaashi chuckles softly, pressing himself more into Bokuto. “Aren’t you bored?”
Bokuto gasps dramatically, “I could never be bored of Akaashi! Never, ever, ever.”
Bokuto proceeds to burying his face in Akaashi’s neck and bites yet another hickey into it. Akaashi’s breath hitches and he swallows thickly, his grip on the book loosening. He wants to read, and the book is quite interesting if he’s being totally honest - it’s an old Japanese scholar’s work on energy and the human mind – so he’s actually half way done already.
But if he’s being totally, totally honest, he couldn’t care less about chakra and inner peace in that moment. Because in that moment, the only things that matter are Bokuto and his stupid, spiky, unreasonably soft white hair and his homely smell and that unyielding feeling of belonging somewhere that engulfs Akaashi just by lying there in his arms.
Akaashi shuts the book softly and murmurs, “Kou.”
Bokuto kisses the side of his neck and smiles, “Yeah?”
Akaashi twists in his arms and places a finger below his chin, guiding his face up. “Just kiss me already.”
Bokuto’s smile is the most endearing mix of wolfish, boyish and absolutely mischievous, and Akaashi’s stomach drops. Bokuto leans in close, eyes lidded and God, Akaashi can’t believe he’s this lucky.
SpicyHoney was the runner up from that papcest poll thing I did
But also, imagine Fell only takes off his battle body in front of people he trusts and the first time Fell was able to take it off in front of Stretch he cried (he was absolutely high at the time) and Fell will never let it go..
Summary: When you’re angry Yoongi turns the air conditioner up so you cuddle up to him.
A/N: i don’t feel the cold so this wouldn’t effect me
“Don’t look at me like that,” you sighed crossing your arms over your chest as you sat on the sofa, moving as far away from Yoongi as possible. He let out a heavy sigh before he stood and walked away, as you called after him, “bye asshole.”
He scoffed head peeking out from the kitchen, black fringe splayed across his head as he pushed it back, “Love you too princess.” Your heart fluttered before you forced your face back into a scowl as you stared at the movie that was playing, vibrant colours throwing shadows on your face as Yoongi leant against the doorframe watching you with a small smile on his face. As he looked at your profile and knew what he had to do to get you to forgive him.
The door to Neil’s room slams open, and he can’t even say that he’s surprised to see Andrew behind it. His grip tightens around the railing Hernandez had mounted along the wall, and Neil turns so his back is against it and he’s facing Andrew. He feels himself being observed carefully as Andrew shuts the door behind himself without looking.
“Millport automail? This is where you’ve been hiding?” Unlike before, Andrew’s face doesn’t match the bite behind his words. His expression is blank, and Neil wonders if he’s imagining the steel in his eyes.
“I haven’t been hiding,” Neil points out. “Everyone on the team knows I’ve been here.”
Everyone except you, he meant. He hadn’t wanted to distract Andrew from his own recovery.
Maybe a month ago that would have provoked a reaction from Andrew, be it an uncontrollably manic smile or an ugly flash of rage. Instead, Andrew just stares at him flatly. “Do they know you’ve been trying to walk? They must not, because otherwise this room would be full of idiots trying to teach you what ‘recovery’ means.”