#he was so fun to draw thank u for your support again!! :]]

[soothedcerberus]

Commission for @amphibiousdestroyer !🍌💖

[appocalipse]

heyy if ur taking requests could u maybe do like bestfriends steve + reader where steve, eddie, nancy and robin have to pick up reader from a party and she’s like REAL drunk and just idk super clingy w steve and doesn’t wanna not be touching him. maybe eddie, nancy and robin all make fun of him for it but they acc find it rly cute.

thank you for your request! ♥♥♥ | 2.2k words

"Stevie!"

You collide into him suddenly, nearly knocking him back a step or two with the force of your momentum; there's a smile on Steve's face when you look up at him through eyes that are more than a little hazy with inebriation. You're drunk. Probably way past drunk, if the way the world won't seem to hold still is anything to go by, but you don't care. There are other things vying for your attention—like how warm he feels against you, how safe he makes you feel, how pretty he looks from up close...

"Whoa," Steve says as you lean even further into him and loop your arms around his waist in a tight hug. "How much did you have to drink, exactly?"

He doesn't mean it in a mean way, which is why you grin up at him from where you've got your cheek pressed firmly to his chest. You can feel his heart beating under the palm of your hand now, a steady and calming rhythm that soothes something inside of you.

"Dunno," you reply, grinning stupidly when you catch sight of maybe three copies of Eddie Munson standing off to Steve's left; all of them have identical amused looks on their faces. "Might've had, like, a couple..."

Steve sighs deeply, though there's no exasperation or disappointment to be found in his expression when he tilts your face upwards to look you over properly. You just beam dopily at him, because he's so pretty right now you don't know what else to do.

"Dude," Eddie speaks up, drawing Steve's gaze away from you while your own attention goes back to pressing yourself even more snugly into him, "she is totally sloshed."

You frown, shaking your head in fervent disagreement.

"Am not!"

"Sure you aren't, sweetheart," Eddie agrees placidly, but you get the impression he doesn't really mean it.

Before you can point this out, however, the blurry shape of Robin Buckley steps forward. The room is dark with flashing strobe lights and smoky with incense and cigarette smoke, but you'd recognize her voice anywhere.

"Who let you drink this much?" Robin asks as she lifts a hand up to brush some hair back from your forehead.

It's oddly soothing and so you lean into the contact with a happy hum. Robin and the others laugh — but then again, it sounds kinder than mean, the kind of laugh that bubbles up when you find something unexpectedly endearing, and so you don't mind as much as you maybe should.

"Nobody," you mumble as you press your face into the side of Steve's neck and take a deep breath in; his scent is the same as always, earthy and warm with an underlying hint of that stupid spray he likes to use sometimes. "I'm here alone. 'Cause Steve here blew me off for you guys, but that's okay," you say, even though, to be fair, it sort of isn't true — he didn't blow you off.

"Hey," Steve starts, sounding half-indignant and half-apologetic all at once. He's got an arm around your shoulder now, supporting you and keeping you upright, which makes you want to tangle yourself up in him completely. "You didn't tell me you wanted me to come hang out with you tonight!"

You sigh mournfully against his skin, feeling wistful all of a sudden. It's true. You hadn't told him. That was partially due to the fact that you had been trying to prove to yourself that you weren't so desperately and helplessly infatuated with him that you needed his presence constantly, but that plan had obviously backfired on you spectacularly.

"No," you mutter unhappily as Steve moves the two of you towards a nearby couch. "But I missed you. Don't wanna miss you."

Nancy, Robin, and Eddie, who are watching the two of you with expressions of varying degrees of amusement, exchange looks. Steve pretends not to notice, probably because he knows he won't like what they have to say if he hears it, and instead guides you down onto the cushions next to him. "You're drunk."

"You're pretty," you reply without hesitation, even though you're very clearly changing the subject. "It's unfair, y'know?"

You hear Robin snort, followed by a quiet thud like someone's just been slapped on the arm, and you know it's her who laughed, and that it must have been Nancy who'd shut her up. You don't know where Eddie is; you're not even sure when he wandered off, to be honest. You're too focused on Steve and the way his face looks under the colorful flashing lights.

"Oh yeah?" he asks, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too widely at your comment. His eyes are bright with laughter when you meet his gaze and nod confidently. "How do I get 'unfair', exactly?"

"'S all in the face," you say matter-of-factly, your own fingers trailing down his cheek in an almost absentminded gesture. "Kinda makes it hard to think about anything else sometimes, if I'm being real here. Like, it's not really fair, 'cause then what are we supposed to talk about? Oh, oh—and then there's your hair!"

"My hair?"

Robin wheezes somewhere behind you, which would have made you giggle if you were still paying attention to the people in the room besides Steve, but you're not.

"Mmhmm," you hum, your eyes running over the soft brown locks on top of his head. "Love it. Wanna touch it all the time. Y'see, Steve? You see? This is why it's not fair at all. And, and—" you trail off here for dramatic effect, squinting at him theatrically before leaning closer with your hand cupped to the side of your mouth, as if you're about to share something private. "—the way you make my insides feel? So, so unfair. Totally your fault, buddy."

"Wha-" Steve croaks out, looking alarmed and caught off guard by your drunken confession. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh," you regain your serious tone, frowning at him in a somewhat bemused manner when he continues to gape at you. "Not 'sposed to tell you. S'not the rules."

Eddie barks out a laugh somewhere off to your left, but Steve ignores him. "Rules?"

"Yeah, 's against the rules, dummy," you say, like he should've already known that. "Gotta follow the rules! Duh. Steve."

"Yeah, Steve, duh," Robin pipes up, earning herself a glare from Steve as well as a smirk from Eddie. "Oops, sorry. Please, continue."

"Can I touch your hair? Like, please, 'cause I might die if I don't, 'kay? If that's okay. Gotta test the theory. Just a little bit, though." You can tell by his expression that he wants to laugh, and that he's also mildly worried that you've lost your mind. "Please?"

Robin, Eddie and Nancy have their hands clapped over their mouths to contain their laughter. You're too drunk to notice, but Steve narrows his eyes at them in warning. "Yes," he says. "Just—yeah, go ahead."

With a little noise of excitement, you reach out to card your fingers through his hair. He smells really good — like clean laundry and fresh pine trees — and the feel of his hair in your palm is exactly what you had imagined, though you're loathe to pull your hand away now that you've felt it.

Steve goes unnaturally still as you press your face into the juncture between his neck and shoulder, a move he should have expected but didn't, and you sigh happily when the scent of his cologne hits you full force. He's like a living, breathing, cuddly teddy bear, you think, a combination of warmth, softness, and comfort all rolled up in one gorgeous, handsome, unobtainable package.

"You're warm," you mumble, feeling like you could fall asleep right now. "So, so warm. 'S like you've got a space heater in your chest, 'n that's like, so awesome."

He blinks a few times, momentarily speechless as he tries to come to terms with the fact that you are, in fact, drunk enough to be saying whatever the hell comes to your mind. "Uh, thanks?"

"Smell nice too," you murmur, hugging him tighter to you. "Like, wow. Love your hair, like, love love."

His cheeks are burning hot now, his heart beating erratically in his chest when he notices Eddie staring at the two of you with a knowing gleam in his eye. "That's—thank you, but, hey, come on now," Steve says, his voice faltering a little. "Let's get you home, okay?"

"I don't wanna."

"Don't you wanna sleep in your bed?"

You pause, considering his words, and eventually concede that, yes, your bed does sound lovely right about now, so you give him a brief nod in response. "I guess, but can you come too?"

He chokes on air, but manages to play it off by clearing his throat. "What—to your bed? No!"

"Why not?"

Steve shifts a little under your intense, alcohol-addled scrutiny; he feels strangely guilty, as though he's letting you down by saying no. "Because you're drunk?" he says, feeling flustered and unreasonably nervous all of a sudden.

You scrunch up your face in a pout. "Oh, that's a dumb reason."

Steve chuckles and you sigh happily again, because you love his laugh and everything else about him, and he seems to realize this, given the way his expression softens. "Come on, you drunkard. Let's go home," he says gently, tugging on your arm in an attempt to get you to stand.

You resist at first, shaking your head stubbornly as you hold onto him. "Can't. My legs don't work anymore. They're all wobbly."

Steve closes his eyes for a moment, huffs out a soft laugh, and you can't help but grin up at him. He's so pretty that, like, how is that even allowed? How can you be around him and not spontaneously combust or something?

"Well, what if I carried you?"

"Like a princess?"

Steve looks at you with an expression you can't decipher — it's halfway between incredulous and endeared, and it makes your heart feel too big for your rib cage.

"How romantic," Nancy observes.

"So long as she doesn't throw up on him," Eddie adds, nodding sagely in agreement.

"Oh, I hope she does," Robin says, with a devious smile, "he'd deserve it for being such a coward."

"I'm...right here, guys, and I can still hear you." Steve finally says, throwing them a scathing look that only makes them laugh. "If you're not going to be helpful, you can wait in the car."

"As if," Eddie counters.

Steve opens his mouth to tell him where exactly he can stick his opinions, when you grab the front of his shirt and drag him closer.

"Steve," you say, the smile falling from your face as a sudden thought occurs to you. "Are you mad at me? Because I can go home by myself. That's okay."

"Hey, no," he replies softly, "I'm not mad at you, sweetheart. Not ever."

"'Sweetheart'? Really?" Eddie mutters to Nancy, who elbows him in the ribs when he doesn't lower his voice in time. "Ow, okay, okay—just saying. Don't want them to keep dancing around each other forever, is all."

"I'm not dancing," you tell him, completely unaware of Eddie's snickering, "I don't have any shoes on, Eddie. Wouldn't be able to dance without shoes on. Silly."

"My bad," Eddie says, his lips twitching with badly concealed laughter, "forgive me."

Steve scowls at him before turning his attention back to you, his face so close to yours that you can momentarily feel the tickle of his breath against your skin. "Okay, come on," he says, "up we go."

And then, in one swift movement, he slides his arm under your knees and scoops you up into his arms. You let out a squeak of surprise and automatically wrap your arms around his neck to steady yourself.

"Oh, oh, oh," you say excitedly, "you really are gonna carry me."

"Told you so." Steve adjusts his grip on you and makes his way towards the exit. "Are you good? Am I hurting you?"

You shake your head slowly, grinning as you stare at him from a whole new angle. "No," you tell him, feeling much more awake than you were moments before. "This is...this is like, actually kinda cool."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you repeat, smiling shyly back at him. "Feel like a real life Cinderella now. Whoa, you're, like, super strong."

"Yeah, Stevie, you're 'super strong.'" Eddie teases, waggling his eyebrows when Steve sends him a quick glare. "Aw, don't look at me like that. It's cute. The two of you."

Nancy doesn't tease like Robin and Eddie do. She walks behind Steve, making sure to stay a couple steps behind to give the two of you some privacy. Even so, when you look over your shoulder to make sure nobody's listening, she gives you a wink and a small thumbs-up that makes you smile.

The parking lot is filled with teenagers all wandering aimlessly in groups, so it takes Steve a while to navigate his way through the crowd. By the time he finds the spot where he parked his BMW, you've grown drowsy enough to rest your head on his shoulder.

Eddie immediately pops open the door to the backseat, slapping it a few times as he looks over at Steve and grins. "Hurry it up, lover boy," he drawls out, "she looks half-asleep already."

"She's fine," Steve shoots back, frowning in annoyance when Eddie and Robin both pretend to yawn exaggeratedly, "shut up. I hate you guys."

[pucksandpower]

Hi hi. How your taking care of yourself. I just want to ask on the grid kids series is it possible that we can see an interaction between baby Vettel and Carlos. Where Seb and his wife went to today's race (Singapore GP) to support their grid kids and after Carlos wins, baby Vettel calls Carlos smooth operator. You don't have to write it if u don't want to but I love your content ❤️

Grid Kids: Mooth Opawata

Sebastian Vettel x wife!Reader x platonic!drivers

Summary: the Mooth Opawata gains a new fan after his win and the grid kids are reminded that their sister will always be their biggest supporter

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Carlos, drenched in champagne and glowing with the thrill of victory, scoops your daughter up into his arms as he steps down from the podium. The little girl giggles, her tiny hands reaching for the sparkling trophy he’s holding.

“Look at you! Celebrating with the winner,” Carlos chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Sebastian laughs, “Well, looks like you’ve got yourself a new little fan.”

“I think she just likes the shiny trophy,” you tease.

Carlos pretends to think it over, “Hmm, maybe, but I think it’s my charming personality. Or maybe it’s the hair.”

Your daughter claps her hands, “Shiny! Mooth Opawata!” She points at Carlos, trying her best to mimic the song Lando constantly plays for her.

Carlos’ eyes widen in amusement, a big grin spreading across his face. “Did she just ...”

Lando, joining the group with his own second place trophy, can’t contain his smile. “I might have played the song for her a few times ... or maybe a few dozen.”

Sebastian shakes his head with a laugh at the antics of your grid kid, “No wonder she’s been trying to sing it all week.”

Carlos tickles her sides, making her giggle uncontrollably. “So I’m the Mooth Opawata now?”

She nods vigorously, tiny fists clenching the fabric of his race suit. “Mooth Opawata!” She declares again, much to the amusement of everyone around.

“I think,” Charles chimes in with a boop to her nose, “that someone is trying to steal your nickname, Carlos.”

Carlos squishes your daughter’s chubby cheeks, drawing another laugh from her, “There’s plenty of room for two Smooth Operators in the paddock when the second one is so cute.”

You heart melts watching them interact. “She’s just staking her claim ahead of time. Future Ferrari driver right here.”

Carlos winks, “With her genes? I have no doubt. But for now, she’s my lucky charm.” He gently sets her down, watching as she toddles over to Lando and grabs his hand.

Lando bends down, “Did you have fun watching the race, kiddo?”

She nods enthusiastically, pointing back at Carlos, “Mooth Opawata win!”

Sebastian chuckles as the rest of the grid kids quickly make their way over to take turns holding their sister, “You guys are going to spoil her.”

“She might as well get used to all the attention,” Carlos shrugs with a mischievous smile. “I have a feeling she’ll be up here in red one day too.”

***

As the group approaches Lance’s hotel room later that night, Lando knocks softly. “Mate, you in there? We brought a cheering squad.”

The door slowly creaks open to reveal a forlorn-looking Lance, sporting a slight bruise on his cheek. “Hey, guys.”

Your daughter breaks free from Sebastian’s hold and toddles straight to Lance, tugging on his hoodie. “Up! Up!” She demands.

Lance can’t help but laugh as he picks her up, her innocent joy slightly lifting his spirits. “Hi there, little one.”

She pats his cheek gently. “Boo-boo?” She asks with a concerned frown.

Lance smiles sadly, “Yeah, a bit of a boo-boo.”

She plants a tiny kiss on his cheek. “Better?”

Lance’s eyes soften, “Much better, thank you.”

Charles nudges Lance lightly. “See? Who needs physiotherapy when you’ve got magic little sister kisses?”

Lance laughs, “True that.”

Lance, now slightly more animated, takes a second glance at Charles, noting the distant expression he was trying to hide. “Hey, Leclerc, that face isn’t fooling any of us. Don’t bottle it up.”

Charles sighs, leaning against the wall. “It’s just … it was a frustrating race.”

Your daughter, sensing another brother in distress, makes her way over to him, her little arms reaching up. “Hug?”

Charles can’t resist her charm. He bends down, allowing her to wrap her little arms around his neck. “You think that’ll make the sad race go away?” He teases.

She nods seriously, pulling back slightly and placing her hands on either side of his face. “Smile, Char-Char.”

The mood lightens further when George joins you, although the disappointment in his eyes from how his race ended is still evident.

Mick steps forward, placing a mini helmet in your daughter’s hands. “Alright, remember our plan?”

She nods vigorously, clumsily walking over to George and offering him the helmet. “For you!”

George’s smile turns real as he recognizes the mini version of his own racing helmet. “For me? That’s so sweet of you!” He looks up at Mick, “Did you put her up to this?”

Mick grins, “Might’ve given her a tiny nudge.”

Sebastian joins in, “You know, George, there’s always another race. And you’ve got all of us cheering for you. And she,” he points to your daughter, “is your biggest fan yet.”

“I wuv you all!” She exclaims, spreading her tiny arms wide. The room instantly melts, each driver touched by the pure sentiment.

You wrap an arm around both Lance and George, motioning for Charles to join the hug with a nod of your head, which quickly leads to all of the grid kids huddling around you. “Bad days happen. But family’s here to make sure they don’t last.”

Lando chimes in, “And to ensure you have plenty of snacks. Chocolate, anyone?”

Max raises an eyebrow, “You brought chocolate?”

Lando winks, “I always come prepared.”

Your daughter claps her hands in excitement. “Choco!”

[jjenthusee]

Racing Hearts Pt. 4

f1!driver!jason x reporter!reader

A/N: hello my gremlins <3 i wanted to share with u guys that i successfully moved YAY so that explains the update being slightly behind and the less responses i’ve given to comments (i read them all i swear <3) BUT HERE IT IS \(^o^)/ i took way too long to edit and rewrite the way i believe the story should go, im having so much fun with this series and i want to thank all of u who are supporting it from the beginning or saw the updates as they came. ENJOY the fourth chapter of the Racing Hearts series (ALSO THERE’S 300 FOLLOWERS WOW 🥹 THANK U TO ALL THE PEOPLE THAT LIKE MY PAGE AND CONTINUE TO SUPPORT MY CRAZY SAD WRITING AND MY DRAWINGS i love reading your funny comments, unhinged reblogs, and talking about your favorite parts of the story, it really gave me the push to write and contribute to the jason todd community) and i just wanted to remind yall…i haven’t forgotten about that hurt/comfort tag :)

Check out the Racing Hearts masterlist! It shows all the updated chapters and upcoming ones <3

Tags: banter, agonizing fluff, hurt/comfort, strangers to friends to lovers, spicy if u squint, we’re hitting halfway thru the story so let me introduce what i do best…angst HAHAHA

Word Count: 4.1k

“In all of my career, I have to say that I never thought I would be standing here wearing…these.” Jason looked down to his feet.

The camera focused on the two of you standing next to one another, the lens following Jason’s stare toward the ground. The camera woman zooming in on the bright red Lightning McQueen crocs he was wearing.

You sheepishly admired the shoes, proudly smiling back up to Jason. Bewilderment plastered on his face as he couldn’t believe you actually gifted him Lightning McQueen merch, not even in private but in an interview with multiple cameras pointed at him.

What a predicament he was in. He was definitely not offended when you told him how similar the red car and he were.

“It’s a small thanks from the company for completing your third interview with us.” You smiled brightly at Jason. “Also consider it as a way for us to say ‘good luck’ for your upcoming season.”

Jason couldn’t believe it as he laughed. No matter how much time he spent with you, you always surprised him in the best ways.

“Y’know, I thought the Cars jokes were going to fade out, but you’re a bad influence on my fans.” Jason lightheartedly teased you, stomping his foot enough to let the crocs light up.

You fought a straight face, holding in laughter and trying to stay as serious as you could, but you were about to break any second. You bit the inside of your cheeks to prevent yourself from smiling, internally promising yourself that you would make sure to get a picture of him later.

You already had his new contact picture picked out.

“I couldn’t think of any other way of showing you my support.” You nodded your head proudly.

“Really? Nothing else?” Jason’s eyebrow rose, his tone sarcastic.

“You’re the best F1 driver I’ve ever interviewed.” You smirked, watching the shoes sparkle.

“I’m the only F1 driver you’ve ever interviewed.” Jason looked at you in disbelief.

“Anyway! We’re closing this as the last part of our series, I’m glad you were able to be a guest before you get busy putting on the RedBull uniform again, I know your fans will really enjoy that—” You wrapped up the finale, finalizing the last public appearance the two of you would have next to each other. A bittersweet ending.

But you always had the Jason laying with you on your couch. Feeding each other dinners, taking motorcycle rides late in the night.

“This can’t be the last time I see you. You’re my favorite interviewer.” Jason lulled his voice, rephrasing your earlier comment back at you. “After all, you gifted me something so…special.”

You paused, shocked at Jason’s forwardness with you, the timber of his voice adding an underlying flirty tone to him.

You’ve never talked to him about the public appearance about the two of you. Could you go public?

It’s for the camera. You silently told yourself.

“You have to win for me to see you again.” You smirked, quickly playing along with his attempt to fluster you.

“That’s too easy, you could try to make this a little harder for me.” Jason chuckled lowly. “It’s almost like you want to see me.”

Oh my.

“So much talk for someone who hasn’t started his comeback season.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “You also didn’t start your last season smoothly, so don’t talk so confidently.”

“But who sat at my last press conference celebrating my win? I don’t end things so easily.” Jason tilted his head as he looked down at you, tension increasing. “I’ll come back when I win, it’ll be our little secret.”

Jason winked at you, the cameras focused in on his face and your reactions.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to decipher between the RedBull Jason on camera and your Jason.

He was his playful self, the signature half smirk trying to get you to blush, but his eyes were soft when he glanced over to you.

You calmly gave in, maybe it was for the camera or maybe it was for you.

“Aw, that’s so sweet, but I don’t think I could keep that a secret.” Your polite smile opposing Jason’s mischievous one. “I don’t think you realize but,” you leaned toward Jason, pausing to eye his figure up and down, gleefully watching him pay attention to your every word. Your smile getting wider at how easily he was wrapped around your finger. “I’m a reporter, I can’t keep that beautiful face to myself.”

“But I’m really good at keeping them.” Jason stepped closer, eyes never leaving yours.

His eyes beamed a playful hue to them.

You cleared your throat, looking at the camera woman who also stared in awe.

Crap, the office was going to get suspicious.

“You should focus on winning first before you make any promises.” You coughed, diffusing the atmosphere Jason created as the film crew watched. “Then call my business number and you don’t have to keep any secrets.”

Once the camera stopped rolling, you resumed your professionalism. Saying goodbyes and getting final pictures for the website and both social medias.

All the previous interviews went well. The fans saw Jason’s personality in action, gaining more attention and love for the racer. Jason’s management team was satisfied with you and the attraction he was gaining before the season started.

It gave him the right press he needed to put him in the spotlight.

After Jason left with his management team, you finalized the video upload that his company agreed to. Your draft for a new article about Jason to be edited and reviewed for the upcoming week. It was business as usual.

Getting work done during the day, then meeting Jason for the evening.

When you got back to your desk, you organized yourself to overlook the release date for the final interview and reviewed for the next big project to tackle now that your work with Jason was finished. Multiple meetings with project managers and your team.

Work was picking up for you, managing larger projects, interacting with larger faces.

Jason lit the hallway to opportunities for you.

Your phone lit up next to your laptop, distracting you from one screen to another.

(Handsome) Mr. Todd: pick you up at 6?

You smiled to yourself. Happy, but bittersweet.

You reminded yourself that Jason’s off-season was ending. You wished time could slow down.

—— “Gosh, you’re so clumsy.” You adjusted Jason’s helmet. All the time spent with him reflected in your familiarity with the motorcycle helmet.

“Only for you.” Jason stood there, leaning down to let you reach around his head. Watching you worry about the two of you.

Jason had kept his promise to pick you up.

Most of the time he waited on you to get back from work. Sometimes pushing the boundaries and secretly meeting you for a quick lunch. Meeting him far from where your coworkers frequented.

Your first encounters were hidden behind the idea of work, finding answers to questions for interviews, or suggesting new places to eat.

It was like you couldn’t be apart from one another.

Oh, how you can change a man.

You let Jason fake his ignorance through certain tasks, giving him any reason to get you close to him.

But you gave into his every attempt. Not fighting against his clinginess.

Your roles would switch soon, he wouldn’t wait for you after tiring days of work. You would have to watch him race lap after lap on live television like the rest of the world.

He was leaving soon, you knew he would be busy, it was inevitable, but you wanted as much time before he left.

You sat behind Jason, his body warming the front of you as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

Holding onto him close, wearing the helmet he got you, feeling his solid stomach shift the motorcycle as you rode around the city. You were getting used to your new lifestyle, despite the hidden secrets you shared.

He couldn’t announce a relationship after you were waiting for the last installment of your interviews.

The timing wasn’t right and the meetings this would cause for you and Jason were going to give you a headache.

You heard the motorcycle engine interrupt your thoughts.

Jason slowing at a red light. He stopped, placing his feet on the ground to stabilize the two of you while you waited. The red glow reflected onto Jason sitting in front of you.

The streets were almost empty. Gotham barely waking to the darkness, a city that never sleeps.

“Jay.” You hesitated behind him.

“Hm?” Jason unconsciously acknowledged, resting his hand over yours around his stomach. Rubbing the fabric of his gloves onto yours.

“I want to stay with you longer.” You calmed your voice, careful in verbalizing your feelings.

“You want to drive around more? I think we can drive by—“ Jason continued to rub your wrists. Cars passing in front of him, the opposing traffic keeping you still.

“No, I don’t want to leave you tonight.”

Jason paused, his hand resting on yours, no longer moving. If the cars weren’t in front of you, crossing the intersection, you would have thought time was frozen.

Jason tilted his helmet back, to get a look at you.

You don’t know what he was looking for, your face covered by a protective helmet like his was, but he found what he needed when the light turned green.

It was green, but you stayed there, no other traffic surrounding you.

Just you and Jason.

“Want to come to my place?” Jason kept his black visor on you. “I have a killer TV to watch Cars on.”

You chuckled. Squeezing his waist a little more.

“Better have a good speaker for playing Life is a Highway.”

Jason smirked, hidden from your eyes as he watched you lean back into his warmth.

The humid air covering the two of you into summer clothing. Thinner fabrics and showing more skin.

Jason wore a simple fitted thin long-sleeve, matching the look of his helmet and gloves. It made a great view of his broad back.

A quiet exhale as he looked forward again, revving his engine to life to make a quick turn, opposite of your home.

You were racing the rain as Jason was taking you back, but after you spoke the magic words, how could he send you back home?

The dark summer rain clouds were no longer behind you, the two of you heading straight for them as you watch Jason take you down new streets, an unfamiliar path to Jason’s place.

“I don’t think you’ll make it to the living room before then.” Jason quietly spoke to the light drizzle hitting your bodies

“What did you say?” You couldn’t hear above the engine.

And he was right.

After you were soaked to the bone, fabric sticking to your form, water droplets falling down your skin. A glossy sheen from the harsh rain falling all around you.

Jason had pulled into his garage.

He was in the same state, wet clothes stuck to his skin. The water from you and the motorcycle dripping onto the concrete floor.

You pulled your helmet off, the only dry place.

Once Jason parked the bike, he took off his helmet, placing it on the nearest work table. Your body shivered as you threw your leg over to maneuver yourself off.

You looked down at your state, smiling in disbelief at being caught in the rain.

Maybe you could wear Jason’s clothes after a nice warm shower. You internally thought to yourself. Excited to enter Jason’s place. A new location unlocked.

When you put your helmet next to Jason’s, you could finally take in all of him.

Black shirt tight from the weight of the water, his hands littered with scars, free from the gloves. His hair dry, but messy.

All his muscles more prominent.

You stood in awe, your chest rising from the breaths you took. Humid air invading the inside of the garage, elevated from warm summer nights.

The sight of Jason reminded you of the professional pictures taken of him, leaving his Formula 1 car after a race. He was sweaty, running his hands through his hair with a towel in hand.

After all the time you spent together, it was your favorite photo of him. You secretly saved it because there was something about the look on his face, happy to win, alive on the track.

How attractive he looked was a definite bonus in your opinion.

Jason glanced over to you, finally realizing the state the two of you were in. He slowly looked you up and down, lost in the same visual you were in awe of once you saw him.

You suddenly remembered the last time you and Jason were enclosed in a garage, close to each other, messy from a hard day of distributing winter jackets and food to those who stopped by.

A slight warmth increasing on your face.

Jason stepped closer to you, hands grabbing for your waist to pull you in. His hands reaching under your chin to stretch your neck to adjust to his height.

Breaths mixing as your lips touched only from the movement of your lips unconsciously opening, ready to kiss him.

He waited.

Letting the pressure build as he spoke.

“There’s no volunteers to interrupt us now.” Jason lifted you, letting you sit on the surface of his work table. His arm swooping everything off as he cleared enough room for you.

You could hear objects fall, but you couldn’t care less as Jason stepped between your legs. Quickly, but carefully rubbing at your legs with his palms, his hands getting closer to the blurs of where your thighs met your waist.

Everywhere felt great that you didn’t know where to focus.

The feeling of your lips, your sides, his body between your legs?

You could only huff between the intensity he was igniting in you.

“Jay—inside—it’s cold.”

Despite your words, you didn’t bother to move. You kept touching, feeling everything before Jason lifted you again, the placement of his hands as he carried you, lifting the edges of your shirt.

The feeling of a mattress beneath you as you uncomfortably tried to peel the clothing off your body.

Jason chuckled at your frustration. You couldn’t bother to give him a snide remark as he also struggled to get your soaked clothes off.

When lifting the shirt didn’t work, you tried rolling the fabric, but it only bunched just below your sleeves.

You could only laugh as Jason desperately tried to get the shirt through your arms. Tangled in the mess you both created that you were left with a heavy shirt stuck around your biceps.

“Why is there always something stopping me from seeing all of you?” Jason laughed as he kneeled above you, his shirt completely off at some point along the way to his room.

“I don’t think a pair of wet clothes are going to stop you now.” You smiled at him, glancing up at his figure through the darkness. Only the city lights creeping through the blinds, illuminating his skin.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Jason yanked your entire shirt off your arms.

You sucked in a breath at his desperation, memorizing the look of his face as he leaned down closer.

“I want to turn you into a mess.” He whispered into your mouth, kissing down your body.

Overwhelming gasps and breaths left your mouth the more he touched your skin.

“I want to touch you too.” You exhaled, trying to coherently express yourself.

“Next time, sweetheart. I want to focus on you. Everything I want is you.” Jason moved your hair out of your face, stuck from the sweat covering your skin.

The night filled with you repeating Jason’s name, no distractions keeping that man off of you.

After a shared warm shower, Jason gave you a nice pair of his dry clothes. You walked around his place, relaxed after Jason’s…expertise.

What you weren’t prepared for was just how normal his apartment looked. It felt like yours, but bigger, a little more luxurious like it was bought with the intention of having better quality to last longer.

You hoped he had no plans of moving anytime soon.

You stood in the kitchen in awe.

“You have a kitchen island.” You whistled in excitement. “Formula 1 money is good, huh? Maybe I need to pick up a Redbull uniform.”

Jason chuckled, hugging you from behind smelling like the same soap in your hair, his face nuzzling into your neck. You continued to speak.

“No, I can’t steal your fame.” You whispered to yourself. Jason feeling the vibration of your voice the longer he leaned into your neck.

“I’m happy you’re here.” Jason mumbled into you, ignoring everything you said.

“Me too, I’ve been curious where you live.”

“I invited you before, but I guess we’ve always gone to your place.” Jason smiled into your skin. “What do you think?”

“Its very…Jason. I like it.” You glanced around.

You more than liked it. It smelt like Jason. A smell you’ll never grow tired of.

His apartment was slightly bare, the space a little too large for the one man, but that was charming too. It felt like you were able to occupy that small empty space in his life.

When you walked around, Jason following you like a duckling, you noticed the small knick-knacks you bought with him on your dates.

Matching plushies, a book you picked randomly, a bookmark you gifted him, and a tiny paper frog you made while waiting for your table before dinner.

You felt cherished, looking at the physical representations of your memories together.

He grabbed you again, wanting the closeness. You fell back into him, the small paper frog in your hand, made from old receipt paper.

Jason resumed his prior back hug, absorbing your warmth.

He was more clingy than usual tonight.

“How was your trip to the charity today? I forgot to ask you about it at dinner, it must be hard to take a break from them to race again.” You leaned into him more.

Jason buried himself further. Not a great hiding spot since he was larger, but it was the thought that counted.

“I would love to hear about it.” You put the frog back on the shelf, letting it watch the two of you.

“It was good, I got to do one final check to make sure everything would be good when I’m gone. But…” Jason hesitated, squeezing you a little tighter.

You waited, rubbing circles on his forearm.

“I had noticed a lot of stuff come in, it’s a good thing, but it wasn’t like our usual haul. I didn’t recognize it as the stuff I brought over either.” Jason breathed, agitation filling his voice. “When I asked around about it, they said Wayne Enterprises had it delivered.”

Jason went silent. He was tense.

“I always tell that old man to fuck off. He never listens.” Jason sighed.

The last thing Jason wanted was another check from Bruce. Taking over the hard work he had volunteered for months.

Another sanctuary was being taken away from Jason’s grasp.

“I can’t stand it.” Jason whispered. His eyebrows taut.

You maneuvered your head back to kiss him on the cheek.

“I’m sorry, I know that was the last thing you wanted to happen.” You soothed.

Jason leaned in for more kisses.

“Don’t worry, I’m feeling better already.” He exhaled, his shoulders relaxing. Jason smiled into your skin, his voice returning to normal. “But looking at those damn crocs every morning makes me mad.”

You laughed as he grew bolder, pushing the topic aside as you leaned to the floor buried from Jason’s affection surge.

If he was deflecting, distracting himself from his hurt then you could let him kiss you a couple times to distract himself.

Shared kisses, lost in each other’s presence, too occupied to notice the multiple buzzing sounds from Jason’s phone.

——

Once the public release of the third and final interview was released to your company’s website, the usual flood of comments embraced the look at the two of you.

You lost yourself in the positive comments, ignoring the negative ones, but that was the price of social media. It was the evils of publicity.

You read comment after comment about the excitement to watch the fresh new season. Iconic racers coming back to their playing field, excited to reveal new car designs, getting the opportunity to collaborate with anyone and everyone.

As the time for Qualifying reached you, the temperature fully warmed and Jason wasn’t next to you to enjoy it.

He had conferences, practice drives, and flights to catch. Now that he was past elimination, it was time to test his fastest time.

It wasn’t even the peak of the season, but you were missing him.

You sighed into your phone, a small vibration felt in your palm. A message from Jason appeared.

It was a photo of his Lightning McQueen crocs on the plane. A big contrast to the fancy carpeting, expensive seats, and an up-to-date screen playing the children’s movie.

You smiled to yourself in your desk chair, but a small prick to your heart struck you.

The difference in your lifestyles hitting you. He was a rich racer, traveling the world in one of the most expensive suits in modern racing.

You felt…small.

The two of you hadn’t talked about what would happen once he started racing full-time again.

How far was this relationship going?

Would you follow him to his races around the world? Should you follow him?

Would you officially announce anything?

Was this an off-season romance? Only an off-season romance?

What about your job?

“Hey, we need to be there by one. Should we grab a quick lunch?” Your coworker called out to you, interrupting your pessimistic thoughts to yourself.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there. Meet you in the lobby?” You locked your computer, grabbing your key badge, ready to go out of the office.

You quickly typed out a message, taking advantage of Jason still on his phone.

You: Hey slow down try to give the other guys a chance

(Handsome) Mr. Todd: fast is the only way I go. you, especially, should know that ;)

You blushed, quickly putting away your phone to catch up with your team.

——

Jason’s performance during qualifying went as expected. He performed in P1, claiming and boasting as he usually did. His time seemed to be getting faster, raising the competition standards for everyone.

You only shook your head as you looked at the results on your phone, a small smile on your face.

Jason was busy going to opening days, press conferences, driving on the racetrack. His replies were becoming sparse.

You: I knew those crocs were good luck charms

No read receipt. No reply.

You kept yourself busy at work. Falling into a routine.

You checked your phone again during lunch. No messages.

Your apartment felt empty when you came home, no lovable man standing in the kitchen.

Still no reply from Jason. It would’ve made you sad if you weren’t so tired.

Your phone rang as you got ready for bed. Letting your head hit the pillow as you heard Jason’s voice in your ear.

“I just saw— paper frogs that—vendor—the street and—grab some.” Jason’s voice went in and out of your mind, fighting the urge to sleep.

His voice was too soothing.

“That’s nice, Jay.” You slurred.

“Sweetheart? Are you awake—“ His voice started to get farther and farther.

You couldn’t keep your eyes open and your dreams filled with you sitting in the stands, watching Jason race.

Wind hitting your skin, watching the flags fly in the air, engines roaring past you.

He was so far away and kept driving further away from you.

You jerked awake. Looking for your phone in the blankets.

You had fallen asleep while on your first phone call with Jason since he left.

“Shit, I wanted to hear his voice.” You shook the blanket in the air until your phone fell from it.

You looked at your call history. Apparently, it had been a video call, but you hadn’t realized after you woke up this morning.

Jason not only heard you embarrass yourself, but he saw it too. You quickly opened your messaging conversation.

You (Yesterday): I knew those crocs were good luck charms

You (Today): i’m sorry I didn’t know it was a video call

(Handsome) Mr. Todd: don’t worry about it, I got to see u when your phone fell off your face

“Nooo!” You screamed to yourself.

Your face fell in your hands as you read the messages coming in.

(Handsome) Mr. Todd: I got something out of it HAHAHA

(Handsome) Mr. Todd: let’s talk next time

(Handsome) Mr. Todd: I wanna hear your voice

You sighed.

Getting up to start your weekend, putting Jason’s live race on the TV screen.

Putting on the shirt that smelled like Jason.

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[amiz06-certified-b1mb0]

TFS HFIL EP. 8 Little Lord Freeza

First off, I just can’t get over this particular scene, Frieza just spun so smoothly with so much sass.

I get the joke now lol, the movies are all terrible coz they need to make the MCMs suffer. The fact Cell knew a lot of movies. Did he absorb those knowledge?ヽ(´▽｀)/ The ep could’ve ended differently if Frieza just watched movies with Cell and listen to his info dump.

Y he nakey? King Cold stop being d1lfy, sus and naked challenge. You cannot be Character of The Month again, GOSH. And he’s technically not naked according to uh…himself?

I’m drawing Frieza in new expressions that I never expect! This is fun! Y’all he didn’t cry, but I’m pretty sure he is inside. Such a princess, you didn’t receive attention for a millisecond and-

Character of the Month: DODORIA. She’s got your back and did a great job reassuring and support her Lord! <333

Inspired by the “Fallen Angel”, Alexandre Cabanel, 1847, oil on canvas. Because Frieza’s pain, falling from a prestigious class into desperation for his father’s attention. Fire.

I put the new Forgis on the jeep~

NananananaBatman! scuttlescuttlescutlle

He definitely cried in his sleep

King Cold might be goofy asf now, but we all know he can be dangerously manipulative, he’s intelligent like that. He’s planing something~

It was a rollercoaster of motivation and demotivation but I pulled through! As always, thank you so much for looking through the artwork! I appreciate it so much and give a reblog if you like!🔁 ♥️ SEE U NEXT EPISODE!

[u3pxx]

you two can't just "ah... eto bleh" your way out of this one!

finally got to draw for ineffablerevau october! wanted to make something for the first day's prompt, "meet the cast", so i can finally introduce eve young here too! :^D and hey, better [looks at smudged writing on hand] 14 days late for the prompt instead of never, yea? extra stuff under read more!

really most of my ideas for anything are just "wouldn't it be silly if" or sometimes the occasional "wouldn't it be fucked up if" but that's bc i like tragedy and hurt </3 so i've had the idea of wouldn't it be neat if eve was trans in this au, just for fun DFGHDJ

she fractured her rib during football practice and then realized in the nurse's office "i think im a girl" ASKSKS (it was a long time coming but the rib thing was a catalyst pftt /j) (also get it, the rib thing, because she's EV

edit: forgot to mention her colors are an inverse of adam's colors!

once again and always, thank you to the gomens support group in the minibang server bc y'all always have such fun ideas and i love talking to yall <33 thank u for handling my insane and acoustic ramblings about my au very nicelys <33 ASKSKS

i also was thinking of giving crowley short hair for this one except I'm so used to him with the longer hair DFGHFJ, but then i remembered i made his hair timeline reversed in this so instead he has short hair 11 years before that he just grew longer pftt

[lovebvni]

holaaa!! (dr rant + just an appreciation post)

(TW SLIGHT HINT TO GROOMING)

soo i’m shifting soon and i decided that im going to make my first album when i get there (LIKE START JT, DUDE. START IT. IM SO EXCITED) there’s going to b an ep i’m going to finalize when i get there and it will be released on the 26th of the month i get there (as it is kinda a diss on a MAN who was 26 when we dated… i was a minor still.)

i’m also gonna make a family tree because i’m really bored (and i also kinda js wanna see all my siblings yk? im gonna draw them all soon bc like AUGH AJAJDKDJ I MISS THEM!!!)

omgz i’m so excited dude!!

(appreciation below!!)

also i saw billie eilish in my dream last night. one of the funniest and sweetest people i know 😭 SHARK WAS ALSO IN THAT DREAM HES SO SWEET ‼️‼️ god i wish i could hug them today, just right now. yall don’t understand how much billie and finneas have been through together, and im so proud of how far they made it. i love you both, and although you won’t see this post in this reality, i know you will when we r together :DDD u guys make me so happy, so inspired, and just a better person overall. also huge thank you to billie in helping me with directing my music videos and being featured in one of my favorite songs — ripple effect. thank you finneas for just 😭 for keeping her alive, giving her a passion, and being so protective and supportive of her.

i’m so excited to b friends w both of them n js talk to them daily — it’s so fun.

i’m also super duper excited to meet one of my closest friends — nile — in person finally!!!! it’s been like 3 years of shifting together, and i know she’s excited too. i know she’s reading this, btw so i love u sm nile and thank u for being such a great and perfect friend throughout this whole journey. i truly don’t think i would still be kicking without you. i owe you the world, and i know you’re going to be blessed with many MANY things in the coming months, and the years following will be some of your best, but that’s only a taste of what is truly to come.

i’m so proud of you, and i’m also so round of everyone that has been clinging onto shifting even though it hurts. i’m always here for you. i love you all so so much. i want the best for you, and i know you’re going to get it. i’m always here to help in ANY way i can. ask me anything, i promise you i will answer with the wisdom God and the universe has given me!!

i cannot express my gratitude to my father, loki, enough. i don’t know how to even put it into words. he’s been there at my hardest, he’s been there at my best. i don’t think i would actually even be this far without him either. he’s one of the silliest and sweetest people ive ever met. i can’t believe he’s my FATHER you guys!! ITS SO COOL AUGHH

i also have so many people here i need to thank, there’s more that i can think of right now but just know i love and appreciate every one of you guys.

staring with @smellofemale!! you were such a sign when i met you. i don’t think i’ve met a christian shifter — you’re the only one i still talk to if i have! im just so so sooo blessed to have met you. i don’t know what to say, dude! i love you so much. you’re so sweet, so kind, and so inspiring. i love you!

@eneablack although you’re one of my newest friends, you’re another really really inspirational one. you’re so open about your struggles with shifting, even though you’ve had success time and time again. it shows me and many others how shifting sometimes is a hard thing to get used too, even with successes under your belt!

@daisys-reality! if you don’t know them, FOLLOW IMMEDIATELY PLEASE OMGGJAJSN she gives some of the best and most accurate readings i could ever ask for. also her drs (specifically her mermaid one) have inspired me so much!!

@kanachaka UR AO COOL BRO I JS LOVE SEEING UR POSTS AJSJDKDJD

@kazylynn i love u sm!! u rlly show me i can be an inspiration to others, and that’s something i’ve hoped for all my life. i want to be a good, helpful person — and i love you for showing me i can be.

@babybearthepsychic a few months ago you gave me a free reading that was just so accurate and so real. i don’t know if i would still be on this spiritual journey without it, because i was at one of my hardest points then. i cannot believe how just truly accurate and kind you are. i love you so much, you’re doing amazing. i wish i could give you the biggest hug, and i could donate like a million dollars to u rn but i literally don’t have a job 😭

@zipperrants i don’t think i rlly need to explain this… dude i thought u we’re so cool even when u we’re js interacting with @maddies-chronicles and i rlly wanted to interact w u so bad but i was so so scared bro!! and thank u hale for giving me the opportunity to meet them!!

@accidentalshifter YOU DONT UNDERSTAND HOW MANY PEOPLE U REPRESENT IN THIS RESLITY — YOURE ONE OF THE FIRSR ADULT SHIFTERS I SAW ON HERR AND IM SO SO SO SO SOOO FUCKING HQPPY YOURE SO OPEN ABOUT IT! you’re just so free and it’s beautiful. i love you so much

and there are so many more but i just.. im gonna cry i love you all tooo much.. please know u all mean so much to me and i can’t wait to tell u so many stories when i get back, and help u guys shift. i am working so hard to post more, and i pray this post can help me become more active.

so so so much love, to everyone in this community, you’re so wonderful. may the gods bless you.

so much love, peace and joy

the abyss

[ahamkara-apologist]

I have been deeply indulging in the inheritance cycle as of late and I think there's so much fun to be drawn comparing guardians and riders. immortals that are more one being than two that share an irreplaceable bond. one can live without the other but they'll never be whole again after. both bound together both by fate and by the whims of things much larger and much older than themselves

guardians and riders you say?? boy do I have the fic rec for you:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41719347/chapters/104656839

Behold, Inheritance Cycle/Destiny 2 crossover fic that I've been rotating in my mind since I found it last year! Please for the love of god read it. I'm fucking insane about it but it gets criminally low comments despite the worldbuilding to build the two stories together being fucking outstanding, and all the character interactions being absolutely stellar. Also Keltoi writes combat like nobody else and makes the Scorn out to be absolutely, grotesquely terrifing rather than the dinky little raw chicken trash mobs that I view them as when fighting them in-game, which I've been thinking of again thanks to Revenant

But yeah, the ghosts and guardians being like dragonriders thing?? I've been obsessively thinking about how similar that dynamic is since I started the game, because I was a huge dragonrider kid growing up and the Inheritance Cycle was my JAM (and to a lesser extent, the Dragonriders of Pern). That very specific dynamic of platonic soulmates between two beings that are worlds apart and yet perfectly the same, and how that bond sets them apart from the the rest of the world and irrivocably changes each other yet it doesnt matter bc with them you're never alone id you're with your platonic other half... o u g h. Boi I die!!! Shit boi!!!!!

ONE THING I WILL SAY THO is that if we're drawing parallels to this dynamic, the guardians are the dragons and the ghosts are the humans. We're the big bad scary thing who can rain fire and hell down from above and destroy everything in our path, and our ghosts are our special little guys that we 'hatched' (were risen) for that keep us tethered and safe and heal our wounds and support us, and are so terribly, horribly fragile. That dragonrider comparison was exactly why I drew that thing where Osiris was a dragon and Sagira was a human, bc the thought of him as a magestic birdlike drake while she's his little firebrand rider tickled me too much not to (and also bc he makes for a very handsome dragon)

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

do u think ur gonna write a part three? i love ur writing style!!! ate that shit up so fast

Thank you so much!! Here's kind of a part 3 with Wolfstar acting on their feelings. Hope you like it.

****

"Come with me, Moony" Remus heard Sirius whispering in his ear, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine.

With all the noises that The Karaoke Night brought, Sirius’s voice sounded intimate and delicate. Even if they were surrounded by loud teenagers.

Remus's eyes were fixed on James and Lily singing to each other on stage.

"Where?" Remus asked loud enough for Sirius to hear him. He didn't dare to look at him in the eye.

"I want to show you something"

Sirius’s breath was warm and he smelled really great. God, he was so close.

"What is it?"

"It's a surprise" Sirius said in his ear again "Don't you trust me?"

Remus raised his eyebrows teasingly.

"I shouldn't, Sirius" he answered "But unfortunately I do"

Remus smiled knowing Sirius’s reaction would be the same. But before he knew it, Sirius was already on his feet, offering his hand to Remus.

The boy dared to look up finding that Sirius was smirking handsomely. Gryffindor Jersey with black tight trousers. His iconic leather jacket on top. It gave Remus chills that someone so gorgeous was paying attention to him and only him.

Ever since their conversation in the dorm, when Remus confessed to him he was gay, Sirius had been stuck like glue by Remus's side. It wasn't in the supportive brotherly way James had been (because he had told the rest of his friends as well). It was different. Sirius sometimes stared without discretion. He touched Remus a lot. Subtle things like play with his wristbands or take his arm to draw on it, or fix his curls, or squeeze his chin. It had been driving Remus insane.

He even asked Grant about it over the phone.

"Sounds pre'ty queer to meh, sweetheart" he had laughed "Trust meh, no straight bloke gets comfy with touching another bloke"

However Sirius and James were comfortable touching each other affectionately. But in Sirius’s case it was different. He had a certain intention in the way he did it with Remus. Although Remus didn't want to get his hopes up.

"Come on, Moony!" Sirius exclaimed, getting him back to the present.

Remus looked around. Most of the teens were busy with the show. But as Remus took Sirius’s hand to rise up, he noticed the nostalgic gaze of Alecto Carrow. She had been trying to gain Sirius’s attention since term started. And even if she was annoying, Remus kind of understood what was like to want Sirius Black when he didn't want anyone back.

"You might want to grab a jacket" Sirius smiled at Remus and only him "We are going outside"

Remus raised an eyebrow "What about the teachers?" he asked gesturing to the table in which some of the teachers were watching kids sing. Chaperones that avoided chaos. And even if some students were having fun with the innocent karaoke, others were utterly bored and annoyed without alcohol.

"Don't worry" Sirius shrugged "They are very well distracted"

So Remus followed Sirius without any excuse left. Not that he didn't want to go. They got up to the dorms first.

"Go grab your jacket" Sirius said as they climbed the stairs "I'll meet you downstairs in ten"

"Where are you going?"

"So many questions, Moony" Sirius grinned "We will need refreshments, wouldn't we?"

"Refreshments as in alcohol?"

Sirius winked as a response "I want to show you a place. You're going to love it"

How was Remus supposed to react with all of this? What was Remus supposed to do when the boy one had fancied since forever said he had a surprise for him? Should Remus get his hopes up and blindingly follow Sirius anywhere or stop with this nonsense?

Wasn't Sirius supposed to be straight?

'Did he ever do something like this for one of his girls, though?' a voice said inside his head.

A voice that sounded a lot like Grant.

Once Remus grabbed a jacket, some cigarettes and a split just in case, he found Sirius just outside the Common Room.

Sirius smirked widely as he showed him a package that looked like a bottle. A bottle of booze presumably.

"Where did you get that?"

"Tobey" Sirius replied, then looked at Remus with a cheesy smile "Don't look at me like that. I know you buy packs from him as well"

"Sometimes" Remus shrugged "He's a charger that one"

Sirius led the way after that as they walked into the lonely halls of the Castle.

Sirius was holding his hand all the way through. Maybe like a parent with his child scared that he might get lost. Or maybe like a person did with their lover. Remus could pretend it was the second one.

"Where are we going?" Remus asked, because the silence might have exposed his loud heart beats.

But Sirius shut him up "Don't you trust me?"

"I am starting to regret it" Remus tried to joke.

Sirius silenced him with his finger. "Filch might be around" he whispered.

So they were quiet the rest of the way. Sirius led Remus out of the castle into the woods.

Remus's rational part was telling him about the dangers of getting inside the forest at night. It was against the rules. They could get caught. But, Remus's emotional part didn't care about that. He was just happy to be with Sirius. To be holding his hand and following blindly.

Sirius kept looking back at Remus giving him beautiful smiles. At some point he had opened the bottle, taking gulps himself and passing it to Remus.

"Taking me into the woods and getting me drunk..." Remus commented happily "I'm actually considering you are a serial killer"

Sirius laughed "We're almost there, Moons. God, you're impatient"

"You know me, I simply cannot wait patiently for my death"

When Sirius turned to look with his eyebrow raised, Remus put his hands up defensively.

"I was joking"

"Before you die, you have to see my surprise first"

Sirius stopped on his tracks and scanned around.

"What? Did you see something? They say there are wolves around this forest"

Sirius silenced him again then he smiled when he spotted something "It's this way, Moony. Come on"

And just like that, Sirius ran. He was laughing happily as he went. Remus just observed at first.

"FOLLOW ME MOONY! COME ON!" Sirius yelled from somewhere.

"Fucking hell" Remus sighed before taking a large gulp of the booze and running after Sirius.

Remus started feeling adrenaline through his veins as they ran through trees and trees. Sirius was just in front of him, full of euphoria, screaming at the top of his lungs. His happiness was contagious. So Remus screamed and laughed as well

"Here we are" Sirius announced when they arrived "Isn't it beautiful?"

Remus's mouth dropped open when he took a look of that place. They had arrived at the lake apparently. But this was a new part of the forest, The Marauders hadn't seen. It was a wonderful of part of the lake. It looked like an enchanted forest with beautiful trees that seemed alive. With the moon reflected on the water. And some fireflies flying around.

"Woow" Remus gasped "This is beautiful"

Sirius was grinning, proud of showing him this place.

"I know, right?" he asked walking closer to the water "Found it the other day. I kind of got lost started panicking but this place gave me peace. Then I found my way back easily"

"The other day?" Remus frowned "You mean the day you skipped class and disappeared for a while?"

Sirius nodded shyly.

It had been a bit of a worrying nightmare to watch over Sirius lately. Ever since he escaped his house over the summer, his friends had been worried about him. He did wild things like skip class, get into fights, drink and get lost for hours. Things like the one he was doing now.

Maybe Remus shouldn't have encouraged him.

"Pads..."

"When I saw it first, I thought: Moony would love this" Sirius interrupted, then turned with a smile "I didn't know why I wanted to show you first"

Remus smiled back.

"Do you like it?"

"It is amazing, but..."

Remus stopped because of the intense way Sirius was looking at him. He was getting closer slowly and painfully. And Remus was frozen as Sirius reached the bottle from his hands to take a sip.

"Do you dare?" Sirius asked as he gave Remus the bottle back and started unzipping his jacket.

"Ha?" Remus wished he wasn't blushing this easily.

"Get in the water" Sirius giggled amused.

When Sirius took off his shirt and trousers, Remus was doomed. He couldn't stop staring. His eyes were stuck there. His mouth went inexplicably dry.

"Come with me for a swim"

Remus blinked and  shook his head "It's freezing, Sirius. The water is probably the same. Don't want to die frozen over"

Though Sirius didn't seem to mind the cold. And Remus's body was warming up with the sight.

Sirius smirked "Don't exaggerate, Moony. Cold water is good for the skin"

"I knew you wanted to kill me"

That made Sirius laugh deliciously.

"I am going in" he shrugged and ran inside the lake, gasping and whining for the cold.

"Told you!" Remus smiled as he hugged the bottle to himself.

"I'm completely chill" Sirius said with shaking teeth anyway, which made Remus laugh.

Then Sirius grinned and got fully inside the lake  Remus enjoyed the view of his back as he bent down.

"You're such a faggot, Remus" he whispered to himself before drinking up.

Sirius screamed as he got out. He looked glorious with his hair wet. He was a true Greek God that one. Like those hero statues.

"GET IN, MOONY! PLEASE!!"

Remus shook his head vehemently. But he was happy.

"DON'T BE A PUSSY, MOONY MOONS!"

"Yeah exactly" Remus said to himself "I am a pussy. And I would go there and eat your delicious fucking mouth, you fucking wanker"

"WHAT??"

"NOTHING!!"

God, Remus was an idiot. Another gulp.

Sirius had been the boy he had dreamt about since he was ten years old. Even before knowing what love was. No matter how much time passed, Sirius was always going to sweep Remus off his feet, make him feel alive, make his heart dance with happiness. And of course, make him do stupid things.

Like drowning more alcohol and stripping down.

"YEAH! THAT'S THE GRYFFINDOR I KNOW!"

Remus bit his lip "SHUT UP"

Remus got undressed quickly. Sirius was very confident of his body. He was constantly showing skin at the dorm, at gym class, even in the sunniest days. Not Remus. He was always hiding his feminine body with big sweaters and hoodies, he never got undressed in front of someone and he never showed more skin than part of his arms. His body wasn't nice to look at as Sirius’s. He was covered in scars. He was too skinny. And he still hid his chest under a binder.

But tonight, Remus felt bold. He took his clothes off quickly minus his underwear and binder and got into the water before Sirius had the chance to watch.

And Sirius didn't seem to mind. He was beamed that Remus had followed his madness.

"THAT'S MY MOONY!"

The iced water hurt Remus's limbs for a few seconds. When he emerged, he screamed with cold.

"FUCKING HELL, SIRIUS!" Remus managed to say before his teeth shook "THIS IS FREEZING. JESUS, I AM GOING TO DIE!"

Sirius laughed at Remus's misery. He swam closer graciously.

"You get used to it"

"You're really insane, Padfoot" Remus's body shook involuntarily.

"It is fun"

Sirius was smiling as he approached.

"You have a twisted idea of fun, tosser" Remus laughed as he moved his arms in the attempt of getting warmer "Should we swim-race to warm up?"

"I have a better idea"

Remus stopped smiling when he realized Sirius was too close to him. He didn't seem to be in a joking mode anymore. He kept looking at Remus with intense seriousness. His gray eyes traveled through Remus's face over and over. And Remus was too pathetic to do anything.

He also didn't do anything as Sirius’s hand reached forward. Remus was very still as Sirius put one of his locks away from his face.

"Is this the part when you kill me?" Remus whispered trying to joke and lose the tension. Though Sirius didn't laugh.

Sirius was lost in thought, looking as if he was fighting with himself. Despite the fact that he seemed to be hesitating, he scooped even closer. So close Remus could feel his warm breath and count the water drops across his face. He was so gorgeous it hurt.

"What are you doing to me, Remus?" Sirius asked, frowning a little with his eyes glistened with what appeared to be tears. Though Remus wasn't sure. It could have been the fact that Sirius was wet. "I cannot stop thinking about you" he was speaking very low and very slowly "I cannot stop thinking how much I want to kiss you"

He's drunk! Remus immediately told himself. He hit his head when he got into the lake! There had to be some explanation.

The reasonable part of Remus was sure this couldn't be possible. He thought this was a dream or a fantasy in Remus's mind. Maybe it was a prank. Maybe Sirius was making fun of him or proving him because he was gay. Maybe Sirius wanted to see if Remus wanted to kiss him to raise his ego by having not only plenty of girls but a gay guy after him as well.

These thoughts crossed Remus's mind in only a second. But an irrational part of him shook them away.

"Kiss me then"

Remus didn't know where he got the confidence to say it without hesitation.

Sirius did as he was told. He didn't use force as he leaned in. On the contrary he closed his eyes, touched Remus's cheek and kissed him delicately.

It wasn't a wild kiss. It was more like lips touching each other shyly. It lasted only a second. A second in which Remus tasted glory. Then Sirius broke apart.

They were frozen for a sip of time to think about why they had done as they stared into each other.

And then boom!

They were glued back together like freaking magnets. This time they weren't shy and careful. This time it was all about passion. They moved quickly desperate to taste each other's tongues. They opened themselves for the other really fast. As soon as Remus's tongue touched Sirius’s, he saw stars.

It was a wave of pleasure, and a wild electric shot all over Remus's body. He forgot about the cold. He forgot about the carefew and the possible wolves around. He forgot about everything. His own name even. He forgot about who he was and what he was.

All he knew was that he never wanted to stop what he was doing now. All he knew was that he couldn't believe he had lived without tasting this, without doing this. What had been life without Sirius’s lips on his? What was life without Sirius’s fingers running through his hair the way they were doing now?

Everything was Sirius, Sirius, Sirius, Sirius and Sirius. Remus didn't know anything else. He didn't need anything else.

He was finally alive. He was finally breathing. He had been dead until now.

And Remus cursed the fact that he was human and his weak body needed air to survive. Remus's whole existence protested as Sirius pulled away to take a breathe.

Remus was too overwhelmed to move so he only opened his eyes. And thank God he did, because the sight he had in front of him couldn't be missed.

Sirius, so beautiful, had his cheeks slightly pink, his wet hair a mess, his lips swollen and hydrated. Remus had tasted them seconds ago!

The best part was the way Sirius smiled which meant he was about to burst in joy as well as Remus. The latter even let out a soft laughter.

But seconds of torture were the ones in which Remus's lips weren't kissing Sirius’s. He wanted him again. He wanted more. He wanted this forever. He wanted to kiss Sirius until the day he died.

So Remus pulled Sirius from his neck into another snogging session. Impressively, this time better than the last one. Sirius ate his mouth hungrily, wrapping his arms around his neck and pulling Remus closer.

Remus's heart was going to explode out of his chest. He wouldn't mind mingling with Sirius’s self until becoming one. This was where heaven was. Right here. And Remus didn't want to ever leave. Ever.

[shirogane-oushirou]

OMG RENNIVERSAY???? HAPPY ANNIVERSARY AGAIN YAYYYY GUSH PASS IF U WANT HEHE 🎫🎫🎫

😭💕💕💕 THANK YOU NIIICK!!!!!!! for both the oushiversary and the renniversary (and honestly all of the time), your tags on rbs make me so giddy and emotional and i'm always so thankful ;w; wah.

i have a hard time expressing just how much ren has done for me this past year so... it's rambling time ksjdnfjk...

[pet death mention] my baby boy cyrus had lost his battle with cancer just a week prior to The Dream. i won't ramble about him here, but he was my biggest support when home life got fuck-y; losing him was like losing a part of myself. [/pet death mention end]

unfortunately i didn't have much to focus on afterward... i was trying to keep busy, but the art parties i'd been attending went on a long hiatus shortly after this, and while i TRIED vrc for a bit i found The Social Anxiety meant it wasn't the best choice for me ;;

and then i had this long, cinematic dream, about befriending and getting flirty with a dorky, fruity scientist from the c.dc (lol. lmao. i would NEVER!!!!! that's the very first thing i changed about him KJASNDKJN) who was fun and goofy and was so so loving to his niece who followed him around everywhere ;w;

and then he did a little villain heel-turn after being infected by a sentient parasite (also lol. lmao. my brain trying to bully me and make me feel bad... but it does it in the form of a cute bisexual man? 🥴). and of COURSE when his niece and i acted afraid of him he did the whole "i'll destroy everyone powerful in this city. and i won't let anyone or anything harm you." thing and i just OOUGHHHH. there's more to it than that, and i don't want to ramble TOO much, but he was so clearly twisted-justice-but-loves-people-so-hard core. that's the good shit ughhh.

and so! according to the document timestamp, i woke up at 5:45am, opened my ipad, went into procreate, and went to town scribbling down a vague idea of his face and mannerisms before passing out again. i KNEW i didn't want to forget this guy; i immediately felt he was special. most of my ocs come from dreams in some form, but he was already almost fully formed. The Ideal. To Me...

and when i woke up for real, i spent the day nailing down his design. and i was Officially Doomed from then on u_u

he's changed SO MUCH in the past year (just the fact that i had to revive his supernatural villain form as a separate AU a few months ago is proof of that KJANSDKJN)... as have i. he gave me someone to focus on as i healed, a reason to continue drawing in spite of the aforementioned art party hiatus, pushed me to join the selfship community For Real, lead to me meeting so many people and making so many friends outside of my teeny tiny a-couple of-friends-from-college circle, helped me appreciate the oc creation process and AUs so much more, pushed me to do monthly art challenges that i haven't done since before i fell ill...

and just... made me love myself more. made me appreciate the things i didn't like about myself. helped me realize the potential of selfshipping in general, to be a tool to see oneself as deserving of love, even if it takes making a fictional character play messenger between the self-doubt and self-acceptance bits of your brain.

i likely would have just stayed in my own little corner -- my quiet little oushirou blog that i didn't have linked anywhere, chatting in stream chats but not talking to any chatters outside of that -- if not for ren. i've met so many people who have similar struggles! different struggles! similar and completely different interests! gone completely outside of my comfort zone and found such a good circle of people who uplift each other!! HELL, my art blog has multiple times the followers as i have here, but they only ever interacted with my umi.neko art LMAO -- here it feels like we all want to support each others' art and writing and other creations and rambles and and and.

and it's because ren gave me a reason to make that step. start tagging things, start following people and reaching out, chatting with people who reached out to me... he's genuinely changed my life for the better. ;w; i don't think i'll ever be able to express just how thankful i am that he came to me at the exact moment i needed him most. i love him so so much rghhhrgh. gripping him in my fist and kissing him all over his face forever and ever. 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[starleska]

hi sorry for the weird question but are u still into larry laffer ..... ive been watching LSL playthroughs and lookin through the tag yknow as people do... and i saw your art !! it's so cute !! if u are please infodump about anything u want about him/the series/your insert i'd love to read.. have a great day!!! : )

hello there sweetie!!!! hope you're having a great day yourself 🥰🥰 omg thank you so much for being so kind about my silly art!!!! and it's not a weird question at all - i haven't had anyone ask about my beloved Larry Laffer in ages!!!! 🙈🙈🙈 popping in a clip of Larry interacting with Erin for those not in the know - but under the cut, as the series is highly NSFW 😉

as an Austin Powers enthusiast, when my dear pal @iriso-page suggested the amorous, anachronistic dweeb that is Larry Laffer, there was no chance a fixation wasn't gonna happen - specifically the version from Wet Dreams Don't Dry onwards 🙈 he's the absolute perfect combo of soppingly wet and pathetic, licentious, corny, dorky, confident and earnest!!! 🥴 i find his pitiful one-liners, cringefail dance moves and whiny voice all so intensely charming. he's horny to a fault and it's adorable;;;; he's just so up for anything and seems so sweet and supportive...not to mention i think his style is genuinely fantastic 🙈 terrible taste? perhaps, but i think more people should sexualise silly old men who try to sexualise themselves 😖💖 Larry has quite the sordid history throughout the games, and i know it must baffle some people that we enjoy such a little horndog of a character!! but i find his determination and willingness to go to such lengths for intimacy quite attractive :3c it's also a very funny trope to be obsessed with guys who are mentally or literally trapped in a totally different time period...some character recs for you there 😉 ooh you know, i never actually made a proper self-insert for Leisure Suit Larry, as that one bit of art was just How I Draw My Online Self...maybe i ought to make a proper OC? could give them a silly, Bond Girl-esque innuendo name like the other characters 👀 i would also really love to draw Larry again - even though it's been 7 months, i loved drawing this commission for a pal!!! the art style for WDDD and WDDT is sooooo beautiful, especially the colours...💖 is there anything you'd like to see, drawing-wise, of Larry? 🥰 and finally - i want to hear what you like about Larry and the series so much!!! it's always fun to hear what makes other folks happy :3c thank you so much for this wonderful ask, and i hope your week is awesome 🙏🔥

[sunsestart]

I posted 173 times in 2022

That's 173 more posts than 2021!

64 posts created (37%)

109 posts reblogged (63%)

I tagged 155 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#undertale - 54 posts

#sunsest-art - 41 posts

#reblog - 39 posts

#papyrus - 35 posts

#rottmnt - 24 posts

#art - 23 posts

#sans - 17 posts

#deltarune - 13 posts

#stranger things - 12 posts

#gaster - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 137 characters

#the stranger things fixation has been taking over my life but i still love this au so very much and i plan on continuing it someday :] !!

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Click for quality c: !!

Finally finished this thing!! Hehe

This is my entry for @smarties-art dtiys!! Hope u like it

Haven't posted anything around here lately 'cause I was working on this, but I finally finished it + school is almost over, so more art is coming !!

Also, extra thingy:

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#4

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#3

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH WUUU! Here's Mettaton

I plan to make a bunch of utdr art for pride month now that I finally have time to draw hehe

He's so fun to draw ahh

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4,143 notes - Posted June 2, 2022

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Happy Let Papyrus Say Fuck day! again

So, for those that might not know, spanish is my first language so I NEEDED to do this HAHA curse words in spanish sound so intense for no reason hajdhajxh

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14,832 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

YESSSS !! FINALLY !! Let Papyrus Say Fuck dayyyyyy my beloved

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26,625 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

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THIS BRINGS BACK SO MANY MEMORIES AHHH

This was my first year ever uploading art and I'm so happy I got sm support !! Thanks everyone

[crescencestudio]

Hello again!

I’m so glad you feel that way because it’s all true and I feel like you should know just how much it meant and impacted me, something you guys made is that amazing!<3

That's so freakin cool! I love when I hear people talk about how their dreams inspire their work!! I don’t why because it adds a level of magic to it, I don’t know if that's corny but it feels that way to me lol.

Talk about crazy! I had a similar dream too!! Not the content but the feeling after one, a long ago as well. Like for me there was this white haired mage dude showing off their powers and after waking up I was in tears asking where he was even though I knew it was a dream!

And I’ve been wanting to make a vn for years but couldn’t think what to write but then I slotted this dream with another one of mine and BOOM everything fell into place.

So hearing you say you did something similar makes me think it’s the right choice, and I’m not being silly, cause it was something I was worried about lol.

But thank you! I would really appreciate it, I love what we got but can’t deny how enticing it would be getting more!

In the meantime I am now going through your other games, and becoming a patron tomorrow x333

Sorry I get chatty when I’m excited

hi!!’ dont apologize for being chatty! no one is as chatty as me. plus we love to talk in this house so 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

i feel the same way about dreams something about them is so mysterious and magical/romantic :’) i feel like a lot of amazing creative works have been inspired by dreams haha! not silly at all to use them as creative feed—everyone draws from different things to inspire their work <3

if you ever get around to releasing that vn i would love to check it out!! i’m losing track of where i’m leaving my comments but i think intertwine leaves a lot of room for imagination and additional content, what with the multiple lives. the possibilities r endless so if i ever return to intertwine, even if for a short dlc of small stories, i’m sure it would be fun! it’s not a priority right now just bc i need to return to my main child alaris, but the future is always open for more intertwine we never know ^^

THANK U FOR THE ADDITIONAL SUPPORT!!! it already means a lot to see you like intertwine but for u to also check out alaris and sub to my patreon 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖 i will say alaris is very different from intertwine. i’m also working on releasing a revamped version of alaris so if i’m being honest i kinda discourage ppl from downloading the current build since i like the enhanced version i’m working on rn so much more 🤠 but if u end up playing i hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

[shadethechangingman]

happy birthday!!! 🎉🎂 if you could create your own fourth world imprint, what books would you include in it?

THANK YOU!!! and thank u for the question:

id love to say just new gods!!! but well thats such a toss up....

lightray solo. theres an article floating around about DC characters who've never received solos and it remarks that while Lightray is overdue, writing a genuinely nice hero would be too hard for most authors and ive been so mad forever

mister miracle source of freedom... 2!

mini about the brandon easton/fico ossio version of orion :D would want to make way for an original orion solo though by the end. maybe they can meet

mokkari and simian in a similar but darker vibe to BUG! or like a The Brak Show thing. id take the allreds back for that even

anthology style with stories from all 3 mister miracles and support cast. would like to see michael avon oeming do some art here

OBERON PRIDE SPECIAL ONESHOT

forever people always. i didnt read past their first solo so i dont know where i would go with that though!

i think a female furies solo that isnt uh like that could be cool. one based on the original series though. i think knockout could still be involved because she IS a villainous mirror of barda and i think should represent the rewritten personalities given to the furies in later comics

jimmy olsen should team up with don rickles again (i never read this issue actually. sorry) jk though i like Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen as a concept always though. his too-good-for-him love interests should unionize though POWER GIRL x BLUE FORAGER 2k23. joke. maybe

young gods as an anthology maybe? or just anything with a general new gods cast, revision of jovita?, id like to see tradd moore draw a lightray story but not the one i listed below, black racer!, silent comedy with fastbak getting into shenanigans, atinai! seagrin! erm TT can explode but i like jog i would see him again, complete wyldhearts connection to fourth world im sure some other stuff

whatever happened on earth-51?

another anthology -> multiverse/AU... maybe address the "theyre the same in every universe" bc thats obviously not truueeee

ive had an idea for a lightray-centric book for years now of him escaping one of desaad's labs deep underground with a half-dissected father box that he doesnt really trust but is his only ally, while orion searches tirelessly for his lost friend while someone (maybe kaiyo?) plays mind games on him. well i think itd be fun

yay thank u for the ask :D

here is a WIP drawing of fastbak:

[ID: Flat-coloured image of Fastbak from DC Comics, flying on his discs. There is an air trail behind him spinning in a loop. End ID]

[poppurini]

Hi...it's me again..hello once more..It's been a while isn't it?(sike) Don't know if you remember me, but duh i don't blame you in the least if that is the case, perhaps you may need to run up flagpole and take a trip down memory lane back to september when i sent you that jolly little drabble of Lilia...(I think???? I dont even remember myself wjsjskq) ANYHOO GIDDAY!! I've noticed in the past few months (IF I'm not labouring under a misapprehension, for all one knows) you have been a bit inactive, and so I missed your funny (relatable) contents a bit AND IM SAYING THIS IN THE KINDEST WAY POSSIBLE, don't take stress from this you can keep your ease as much as you want, just stating a mere observation.

At any rate, IM HERE AGAIN to gift you a few measly drafts still as a form of support or benevolence. (And I'm sorry for not accepting any of your suggestions and contacting you beforehand, im not really active on this app either way).

DOTN AZSK ME1 ANYATHING ABOUT THATQ FLUIDW DRIPPPWING FROMQ HIS HANDS ANNSD THAT..Q.HAkjjaq..TONGU3... It's just tomato juice😇. nothing else. no indeed. definitely not at all.

IT’S YOU AGAIN !! YES I REMEMBER YOUR ADORABLE LILIA DOODLE OF HIM HOLDING UP A PEACE SIGN <33

yes i haven’t been posting as much content as before 😓😓 college started around that time and i was busy adjusting to a new chapter of my life ue ue ue ( it was all very fun tho!! )

i actually have four completed drafts ( all lilia. loser behaviour sob sob ) but i won’t be posting them anytime soon bc i don’t like my writing lately ☹️ my standards have seriously been dropping and i OOOHHHH wanna throw my phone across the room so bad. until i get my writing confidence back i’m afraid you’ll only be seeing my silly little talks about that fossil 😣

OKAY OKAG BUT PURTINFG THAT AISIDE I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SM??? THANK YOU FOR CHECKING UP ON ME !! u have no idea how happy that made me 🤧🤍 user mysticalkrispy i WILL send u a ten paged love letter

OCNEB AHAIN YKU ATE YOU DEVIURED I LOVE LOVE LOOOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH ????? ESPECIALLY JTBS LILIA ????? HE LOOOKDS SO GOOD aND HIS HANDS what’s that liquid ALSO THE COLLARBONE ?!?!,! ?!!! IM ABSIUT TO HSVE CARDIAC ARRETS LIRKR HE’S SO SO SO HANDSOEMD IN THE FIRST ORNE AND THE SECORD HE’S A SCHEMFIGN LITLTLE FLIRT HE MAJORED IN CUNTOLOGY

i wanna kiss him 😞 wanna wrap my arms around him and just pepper him with lots of lots of kisses 😞😞 your lilia drawings are CRUCIAL for keeping my sanity intact

and the way they’re only DRAFTS ??? what if i snuck into ur device and lived there IW ANANAB KISISS HIM SOD BADFG

sorry. saved. downloaded. screenshotted. kept in folder. printed. framed. placed on my bedside table.

[loveandfictionforall]

Hello! I would like to ask for a mha match-up. So I'm a 27 year old pansexual (prefer male with big titties 😏) female. I have black straight long hair which gets tangled or get in my way easily (like aizawa), so i always tie my hair into a ponytail or half up half down. My body type is very simple, decent slim. Fun fact about me, i can eat alot and not gain any weight. I don't have that many friends, nor count them as (I guess ._.), not because im a loner or something, but because i never really have the time or energy to. Im an artist, i started drawing when im still a small child, so i guess i draw pretty good :). I like horror movies and stuff, but as a coward, i cant sleep after watching a horror movie, even when its not really scary. I like pop music, but it has like a seductive vibe to it, like doja cat "wine pon you" or something. I guess im not an awkward person and am at the same time, like I can start a conversation ONLY if there's something interesting going on and I have a topic to talk about. Like, when I see a BUG 🐛, I'll think of that one time in elementary school where a bug followed me TWICE (present mic will be TRAUMATISED). But if u know me... get your ears ready (sometimes, i dont really talk at hom), because as soon i have something to talk about, im coming after u faster than iida in his full speed. Anyways 💁‍♀️, im a very confused person, like u tell me to mop the table, i'll be like "which cloth??" 🤨 (because im stupid 😞😞) and u usually have to repeat ur words because i cant hear SHIT BECAUSE OF MY SMALL EARS >:((. Anyways.. i dress randomly at home dress presentable going outside, like a clean shirt with mall pants (aka the only jeans i wear). I have a habit to be very arrogant towards my siblings (two very LAZY chickens), like "im mom's favourite child" or "i did (this) today, what about you? Fart and burp??", like I'm just telling the truth right?.. right?? (I like attention :,D). Anyways, I unconsciously zone out and daydream about my one and only.. SHO-CHAN!~ (aka aizawa >//<), because I don't simp for other characters (expect for Present Mic, bakugou and ME (i self love a lot baby, u should too)). I have a bad habit to constantly cut the side of my nails, like I try to cut REALLY DEEP, idk why but I like the pain ig?? ANDD i have a bad habit to keep saying the word SHIT. I think that's all, hope u find my match soon and I hope its AIZAWA-CHAN!!~~ (I sound and feel like miss joke lmao, also thanks for answering my question ♡)

Well... *Cough*. I would like to say Aizawa and I mean, he can suit you, you ain't wrong but I immediately thought of someone else 🙈

I ship you with FatGum!

- I think, he is such a supportive man! Loving all your jokes, intently listens to you rambling about bugs and explaning things as clearly as he can so you do not get confused.

- I can totally see him writing you little post-it notes around your home to remind you of things, like "Please drink some water, sweetheart."

- He would watch horror movies with you, just that you can watch them and sleep afterwards because he it is at your side. He does not like them a lot but hey, it is for you.

- He will show your drawing proudly off. Like to Kirishima and Tetsutetsu, maybe even some of the pro heros. He just loves your drawing and pins some of his favorites on his walls at home.

- He would totally love those dinner dates with you where you both try to outeat the other person. The people around you will be in shock, but you two will enjoy yourselves!

When you daydream, he will stop talking, watching you softly for a second and then let you snap out of it. But he lets you take your time, so you do not feel about it. He will go on with his day until you are ready to go again. He is just absolutely chill and has no problem with it whatsoever.