I Wish I Had A Friend Who Was Also A Car And An Alien

Tamaki is literally my only anime crush 😭 and then you write for him 🫶

Can we have yan Tamaki hcs? I don’t know if you write yan or not

ANYTHING FOR U MILLY!! I have not written yandere before so ill try my best ;3 (sorry if it sucks)

CW: soft yandere?? nothing to crazy just a bit of stalking and sexual fantasies, sub coded Tamaki, praise, and degradation.

First and foremost, this man is the epitome of shy. I mean, seriously, he blends in pretty well, never going out of his way to bring attention to himself. And he totally plays that to his advantage. You'll catch him subtly trailing after you, taking mental notes of your every move, even down to the exact time you do things. He insists it's for your protection, unwilling to acknowledge to himself just how unsettling his behavior is. If you're into coffee, he's got your order and the precise moment you grab it each morning memorized.

And he's definitely strategic about it. Say he knows you tend to stroll over to the library after classes, he'll just happen to "accidentally" cross paths with you during his "routine afternoon jog."

But don't expect him to strike up a conversation just yet. No, instead, he's content to admire you from a distance, pulling all the stops to catch your eye without saying a word.

Oh, and let's talk about compliments. This guy eats those up like candy. Anytime you praise him for his heroics or strength, his elf-like ears turning bright red, stumbling over his words to thank you.

He gets oddly possessive if he catches you chatting with any other guy, especially if it's Mirio. In his mind, he's already picturing you two planning the wedding. But, of course, he's way too timid to voice any of that. Instead, he'll just retreat to a quiet corner, silently brooding, hoping you'll notice he's upset without him having to say a word.

I can just tell physical touch is his weakness. You'll find him "accidentally" bumping into you, using any excuse to press his body against yours just to get by, or letting his hands brush against yours as he hands you something. All those little moments of contact? Yeah, he's definitely not immune to those.

Growing up, he was never one to show much interest in girls. Crushes were foreign to him, until you came along. Your laughter at his silly jokes alone was enough to make his head spin. He craved the rush of dopamine and nerves he felt when he was around you, wanting more with each passing moment. Eventually, he took things too far.

Following you home was undoubtedly one of the most reckless actions he had ever taken, and predictably, he got caught. Even if you did return feelings for him, your initial response would be to scold him for his invasive behavior.

He feels remorseful, tears falling down his red cheeks, but the attention you're suddenly giving him weakens his knees. It's a revelation to him that he also enjoys being degraded by you. Suddenly, all he can think about is you tugging on his long locks and calling him nothing but a toy for your own pleasure.

That is when he starts experiencing wet dreams about you. Humping his pillow in his sleep as he moans your name, along with little gasps and sighs. At the same time, he is wetting his underwear with an embarrassing amount of cum. Never once did he feel so perverted and horny, but he's too caught up in the moment to worry about it.

Grimmjow and Aizen comeback in the next cour 🥹

pairing: mydei x reader genre: fluff fluff wc. 253 a/n: hihi lovelies! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ this is inspo from game of thrones! that one line from "“you have no right to a braid, you’ve won no victories yet.” anyways enjoying reading hopefully i get to post more abt him soon <3

victory.

a word he knows all too well. it is etched into his bones from years of battle and carved into his skin. the braid in his hair once symbolized triumph, a warrior’s mark earned through sacrifice, pain, and relentless perseverance. 

but those years of battles are over. the battles have quieted. the meaning of his braids has changed.

tiny hands reach up to his hair. his daughters stand on either side of him as he sits patiently, their little brows furrowed in concentration, tongues peeking out in focus. they giggle whenever the strands slip loose and cheer each other on to finish. 

he sits still, his heart full, letting them weave as they please. determination. he wonders if they get it from you or him. they are quite determined to make it as pretty as his braid but he reassures them that his braids will be nowhere as pretty as theirs.

mydei has fought many battles. he has claimed countless victories. but no victory can compare to this. waking up to the soft golden morning beside you, holding you close as the sound of his children's bubbling laughter echoes through the castle halls grow closer and closer before they tumble into bed with you both.

he would stand against the world, if it meant he could cherish more moments like these with his girls. these braids, woven by his daughter, are a sign of victory— a victory greater than any he has ever won in battle.

he has won in life itself.

me projecting my period cramps onto them

just watched ROTB so here are Noah and his buddy!

i would pay COLD HARD C A S H to see the 3rd years during the sports festival

Tamaki Sketch 1

no dormí nada preferí dibujar a Tama con stickers