#i can rlly see how it reflects on their personality n it's rlly cool

[ikkyfics]

hiii, could you maybe write a dave lizewski x reader where the reader is also a huge comic book nerd like dave? and he comes over to her place to help her organize all her comic books + action figures into her display shelves + they yap together abt comic stuff or something

it can be established rs or pre relationship, i think either way would be still be so cute!!! it would also be rlly cool to see a more sarcastic reader utilized here, its cute to see that dynamic with dave!!!

i rlly hope this makes sense! i hope it didnt seem too rambly 😭😭😭😭 thank uuuuu

Supreme Sarcasm Power

Dave Lizewski x f!reader

Summary: "I knew you had an impressive collection, but… this is practically a nerd sanctuary." "You only say that because you want to marry me and get half of the assets in the division," you retorted. The teasing tone made Dave flash a crooked smile, nearly dropping the action figure. "I don't need a comic collection for that," he shot back, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. "Just you."

Warnings: just fluffy

A/N: honey, yeees I understood, don't worry. I feel like I made a mistake with the nerdy references(so sorry), but I hope you can like it <33

Masterlist

The room was a perfect reflection of your personality: half Disney princess, half intergalactic warrior. Cute plushies shared space with incredibly detailed action figures, and shelves full of comics contrasted with delicate pastel-colored lamps. Dave was in the middle of the organized chaos, holding a Captain America action figure in one hand and a Watchmen comic book in the other.

"I knew you had an impressive collection, but... this is practically a nerd sanctuary," he said, trying not to sound too impressed—and failing miserably.

"You only say that because you want to marry me and get half of the assets in the division," you retorted, not even looking up as you stacked some issues of Saga. The teasing tone made Dave flash a crooked smile, nearly dropping the action figure.

"I don't need a comic collection for that," he shot back, his eyes sparkling behind his glasses. "Just you."

"Aww," you replied, turning to face him with an arched eyebrow. "But if you drop my Captain America, forget it."

Dave chuckled, slightly flushed, as he carefully placed the action figure on the designated shelf. "Seriously, how did you get this? This limited edition costs a fortune."

"Connections," you replied mysteriously, crossing your arms. "And what I did was sell part of my soul. Totally worth it, don't you think?"

Dave laughed, still eyeing the action figure in his hands before carefully returning it to its proper spot on the shelf. You could feel his gaze lingering on every detail of your room, as if he was absorbing it all. It was the kind of attention he gave to everything he loved, and, well, you knew that included you. But you weren’t going to admit that out loud, at least not without making a sarcastic comment right after.

"So, what's next on the organization list?" he asked, putting his hands on his hips in an awkward but absurdly adorable way.

You pointed to the stack of boxes in the corner of the room. "That one. But be careful with the one at the bottom, it has glass. And if you break something... well, let's just say not even the Hulk will protect you."

"Got it," he responded with a serious expression that lasted two seconds before giving way to a nervous smile. "No ruining my entrance to the Avengers, noted."

As he bent down to grab the next box, you returned your focus to organizing the comics alphabetically—because, of course, it had to be alphabetical. It didn’t take long for the comfortable silence to be broken by a strange sound coming from Dave: a mix of a sigh and a stifled laugh.

"What’s up?" you asked, not turning around. The casual tone was a clear attempt to ignore the little wave of concern that hit you. After all, that kind of sound coming from him usually meant he'd found something... compromising.

He didn’t answer, which only made your anxiety worse. When you finally turned around, your heart practically dropped to your stomach. There he was, holding a Quicksilver poster with a lipstick mark strategically placed on the character’s cheek. The bright red contrasted with the worn paper, clearly loved too much during its glory days.

"Oh, God," you muttered, bringing a hand to your face. "Dave, give me that."

He held the poster above his head with a grin so wide it looked like it might split his face in half. "I didn’t know you were such a big fan of Peter Maximoff."

"I’m not!" you shot back, already crossing the room toward him. "It was a teenage thing. Give it to me before I die of embarrassment."

"Teenage?" He raised an eyebrow, as if processing a revolutionary discovery. "You used to kiss posters as a teenager?"

"I didn’t kiss posters!" you exclaimed, trying to jump and grab the paper, but he had the height advantage. "It was just... I had a crush, okay? And that’s none of your business!"

He laughed, stepping back. "I think it is. After all, I’m the one who’ll have to compete with Quicksilver now."

"Dave Lizewski, I swear I’ll..." you began, but he interrupted, holding the poster even higher.

"What are you going to do? Summon your supreme sarcasm powers? Because, as far as I know, that’s not going to help you get this," he teased, his eyes gleaming with pure amusement.

You sighed, trying not to show how defeated you were in your own specialty: keeping composure. Dave seemed to be enjoying every second of this role reversal, holding the poster like a freshly won trophy, his dark curls slightly messy on his forehead, and his blue eyes shining behind his glasses. It was hard to stay truly mad at him when he had that expression—a half-smile, half-mischievous grin—that made your heart stumble before you even realized it.

But you weren’t going to give up that easily.

"Do you really want to turn this into a battle?" you shot back, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. "Because, as far as I know, you’re not exactly known for winning."

He laughed, a low chuckle that seemed to reverberate in the space between you. "Oh, sure. This coming from the person who’s literally turning red just because I found out she kissed posters."

"I didn’t kiss posters," you repeated, even though the evidence was incriminatingly clear.

Dave raised his hand even higher, the poster swaying dangerously above you both. He wasn’t exactly tall, but he was strong in a way that didn’t seem obvious at first glance—not until you noticed the muscles in his arms, visible even under the sleeves of his T-shirt. You tried again to grab the poster, but he leaned back, laughing once more.

"Okay, this is getting ridiculous," you muttered, stopping your jumping and placing your hands on your hips. "I can't believe I’m losing to you."

"That’s what makes me a genius, right?" he responded, still with that teasing tone. "I finally figured out your weakness: teenage embarrassment."

"No way," you said, your voice firm, even though the back of your neck was still warm.

You knew you needed to change strategies. Jumping and trying to grab the poster clearly wasn’t working, so it was time to do what you did best: turn the tables in your favor.

Straightening your posture, you took a step closer to him, closing the distance until you were almost invading his space. Your gaze deliberately moved from his eyes to the poster, then back to him, your lips curling into a slow, deliberate smile.

"Okay, you won," you said softly, your voice dropping to a low, almost melodic tone. "But, if we’re talking about kisses..."

Before he could process what was happening, you placed your hands on his torso—heat and firmness under the thin fabric of his T-shirt—and took another step closer. Your fingers lazily running along his sides.

"...maybe you want one too?"

You saw the instant transformation in him. The confident smile faltered, his eyes widened slightly behind his glasses, and color rose on his cheeks with almost comical speed.

"W-what?" he stammered, his voice faltering like someone had pressed the wrong key.

You seized the advantage, tilting your head slightly as if considering the idea seriously. "You heard me. Just tell me, Dave. I’m generous like that."

The poster started to drop—finally—but by this point, you didn’t even care about it anymore. All that mattered was the growing heat between you, the way his eyes couldn’t decide whether to look at yours or your lips, and the way his breath had become slightly irregular.

"I... I mean..." he tried, but the words tangled in an adorable way.

"Dave," you interrupted, your voice a little firmer, but with a hint of tenderness.

"Hm?"

"I don’t want the poster," you admitted, letting your hands slide a little higher up his chest. "I just want you."

The silence that followed was thick, but in a way that made the air feel electrified. He finally let go of the poster, letting it fall to the floor carelessly, while his arms came around your waist, pulling you gently closer.

"You don’t play fair," he murmured, his voice husky, but with that mischievous smile still present.

"I know," you replied, leaning in his direction until your lips finally met.

The kiss was slow but full of intention, a mix of quiet laughs and a passion that seemed to overflow with every touch. It was a little clumsy, as always, but that only made you fall for him more.

When you finally pulled apart, he was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling in a way that made everything around you feel lighter.

"You won this time," he said, with a theatrical sigh.

"I always win," you retorted, giving his chest a little push before turning to grab the forgotten poster.

But as you crouched down to pick it up, he spoke again:

"Just so it’s recorded... I definitely wouldn’t mind being defeated like that more often."

And in that moment, as you laughed and tried to look indifferent, all you could think about was how Dave Lizewski was your favorite victory.

[noxtivagus]

earlier evening i was looking through others' spotify accounts n seeing (and hearing) the music taste of these friends is rlly interesting

[bonesblubs]

hello fair bones!!!!!! i hope you're havin a swell day today :DDD

if it's alright to ask, from a beginner artist, do you have any tips for coloring after lineart? i love your art sm and your sketches are all so fluid n clean w such vivid expressions and hnhnghgng it's always so cool to see how much you can convey with a single drawing!!!! i keep getting frustrated by how my lineart always seems to lose its initial expressions after coloring so any shading/lighting pointers would be v much appreciated ;;

ALSO I LOVE YOU SM YOU SEEM LIKE A RLLY COOL PERSON TUMBLR IS A HAPPIER SITE TO LOG ONTO BC YOURE HERE PLS BE SAFE AND HEALTHY AND MAY YOU HAVE GOOD SLEEP QUALITY AND VIVID DREAMS <<<333

Oh sure yeah!! So obviously a lot of this is from color theory and there are so many great resources for learning it such as this book (I've linked the PDF), but here are some notes-

I took a neutral drawing without lighting and did some quick/simple color corrections using the 'level corrections' tool and an overlay layer. This stage is mostly just toying around until you feel like the emotion or mood that you want to capture is headed in the right direction. I actually haven't done a lot of lighting painting or corrections to any of these drawings- just shifted the palettes to fit the theme. Even that makes a huge difference. I have made no changes to the drawing or expression.

You can see in my notes why I made certain decisions; none of these are 'rules' and they can be played with and broken! But a visual shorthand can be used to communicate things more effectively/efficiently. For example, I noted that high color contrast between figure and background (i.e. figure is blue while the background is red) creates drama. Whereas low contrast between figure and background gives your eyes a rest and is less work to look at/information to absorb.

You can also see that saturation is a large part of this- for high drama/emotional scenes I use more saturated colors to draw attention to it, but for softer/more neutral scenes the colors reflect the lack of conflict.

Similarly, harsh shadows and highlights can create a feeling of tension when shading a figure that a more subtle approach to shading would not.

This was mostly to show that color can have a huge effect on expression, especially at a glance, so thinking through your choices and being aware of the language will certainly help in expressing what you want to express. Super recommend checking out the book I linked, it helped me a ton when I started learning!

Hope that helps!! Always happy to answer further questions (and thank you very much!!! <3)

[roonilwazlibimagines]

can you do a draco smut where him & female reader are ex’s and she walk in on draco fucking another girl at a party and she’s all heart broke n jealous but plays it cool. and later at the party they’re playing truth or dare and she’s asked about who out of like 3 guys (draco is one) is best in bed & she says draco 😳 and they just crinkly fuck? sorry for being rlly specific imma horny bitch

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Blurb: They admit that the other was the best fuck they’ve had and they relive that once more. Contains choking, blowjobs, fingering and sex and lots of dirty talk and calling the reader a slut  A/N: I love a good Draco Malfoy smut, thank you. Reader is in slytherin because it just fits with the story. Also this has not been proofread :/ I feel like this isn’t my best, but I tried :(

Masterlist

“Oh, uh,” I didn’t know whether to focus on the heat rising to my cheeks or the sinking feeling in my tummy, “I’m sorry,” I couldn’t look away. 

“Get out!” His voice brought me back to reality and I quickly shut the classroom door. I started walking down the hall, not really knowing where I was going. All I could think of was the way his hands were pushing her skirt up and the way her hands were tugging in his hair and all I could think of was how that used to be me. 

Deciding to go to the bathroom, I splashed a bit of water on my face, refusing to let any tears fall from my eyes. Draco and I had stopped seeing each other for six months now, he could do whatever he wanted to do. Or do whoever. 

I closed my eyes and focused on my breath, forcing my heaving chest to slow down. I took one last look at my reflection and before trying to fix my hair I stood up straighter and walked out. 

We were broken up and Draco didn’t need to know that he still had any effect on me. 

“Where were you?” Pansy asked me as I sat down next to her at the Great Hall.

“Bathroom.”

“What’s wrong?” I wasn’t looking at her but I could tell she was staring at me expectantly. 

“I walked in on Draco fucking another girl,” okay maybe they weren’t fucking, but they were going to if I hadn’t been so naive to think that someone was crying in the classroom. 

Pansy was a good person to tell a story like this to, if you were her friend. Pansy gasped at all the right times and gave me a sympathetic look when I needed it and was able to tell me all the information I needed to know about the mystery girl who I didn’t know even existed until about half an hour ago. 

Almost as soon as Pansy had finished speaking the rest of our friends in Slytherin were making their way over, including Draco. 

They sat across from us and I refused to look up in fear that I would make eye contact with him. 

They spoke and ate but Draco and I barely said a word and I hated that I knew him so well that I already knew that he was embarrassed and was turning that into anger. 

We made out way back to the Common Room after dinner and Blaise convinced us all to stay together and play a game of truth of dare. 

“Really Blaise?” Pansy had asked, rolling her eyes when he had suggested it. 

“What else do you have planned, Pansy?” he shot back, making her sigh and sit down on one of the lounges. 

I sat next to her as everyone sat around in an abnormal circle. I wasn’t really paying attention to the game, all I could see was Draco’s hands and hers in his hair and-

“Are you listening?” Pansy was tapping my shoulder. 

“Sorry, what?” a few of them sniggered

“Truth or dare?” she asked annoyed. 

“Uhm,” I didn’t really care, “truth.” I sighed. 

“Okay,” she thought about it before smirking and I had suddenly become aware of all everything I had ever told her, “we all know you’ve had sex with a few people.”

“Pansy.”

“Who was the best?” I gave her an annoyed look but she smiled sweetly at me. “I’ll make it easier for you,” her eyes widened as she began, “who was better out of Blaise, Draco and Theodore?” I glared at her as I heard a few people shuffle in their position and a few chuckle. 

But Pansy kept an intense gaze and I was debating in my mind whether or not to answer truthfully. 

“Come on Pansy,” it was Theodore’s voice, “that’s a bit har-”

“Draco,” I maintained eye contact with her as everyone went quiet. My heart was racing and the part of me that wasn’t scared wanted to see their reactions. 

“You’re turn,” she was smirking and I finally turned around to see a small frown on Theodore’s lips, a glare from Blaise and a Draco who seemed to be fascinated with the ground in front of him. 

“Uhm,” I couldn’t focus, “Goyle, truth or dare?” 

Once Goyle finished his dare my mind went back to the day’s previous events, but this time I couldn’t help but look out of my peripheral to see if Draco had stopped staring at the ground. He hadn’t. 

“Draco,” my head shot to Goyle, “truth or dare?” Draco finally looked up and looking uninterested he replied dare.

“I dare you to go to the room of requirement with the best fuck you’ve had and spend 7 minutes in there.” 

“And do what?” he squinted his eyes at him. 

“What do you think?”

Draco stood up and I quickly turned to look at the floor, not wanting him to hurt me again today. 

“Get up,” I noticed a pair of black shoes standing in front of my and as I looked up I realised he was talking to me. I blinked quickly at him before he sighed, “I said,” he paused, “get up.” My mind went into a daze and as he stared into my eyes and complied. He grabbed my wrist and led me out of the Common Room. 

“We don’t have to go in-”

“Do you want to?” He suddenly stopped and I tripped, almost falling into his chest. 

“Uh,” I was dumbfounded again, “I mean, I-I,” I gulped and before I went to continue he smirked and kept dragging me to the Room of Requirement. “Do you want to?” I asked, trying to catch up with him. 

“So I’m the best fuck you’ve had?” He ignored my question. 

“Out of the options I was given,” he turned around and shook his head upon seeing my smirk and playful gaze, “but I know I’m you’re best fuck.” He didn’t reply. As we got to the Room of Requirement I decided that maybe I could use the previous events to my advantage. “Was the girl this afternoon not good enough for you?” The room presented to us a bed and he went down to sit on it allowing me to see a pink tinge which had appeared on his pale cheeks. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice was now sincere and I knew that fucking him would only make my heartache worse, but all I could focus on was his lips and the way they used to feel on my skin. I nodded and sat in his lap. 

“Do you want this?” I whispered into his ear and as I felt him nod I started kissing on his neck. 

“So you’ve had sex with Theodore?” His voice slightly trembled as I bit the sensitive skin under his jaw. I pulled back with an eyebrow raised and looking a bit embarrassed he apologised allowing me to go back to his neck. 

“Did she kiss you like I do?” I whispered it into this ear again and noticed the way his hairs stood up. “Does she know all your sensitive spots like I do?” I looked up at him innocently as I started grinding on him and his hands found my waist. He groaned and I smirked as I continued to attack his neck. 

“It seems,” his hands were trailing up my body, “that you’ve become a bit of brat,” I gasped as his hands found their way around my neck, “can’t blame you since you have no one to put you in your place anymore.” My thighs clenched at his words and I missed how well he knew me. 

I whimpered and looked up at him making him chuckle, “don’t act innocent baby, I know you’re probably dying for me to fuck the brat out of you,” he kissed me softly, “and don’t worry, I will. Stand up.” He released his grip from my neck and I stood up, “you know what to do.” 

I did know what to do. I know that Draco liked me to take my pants off slowly. Bending down so he had the perfect view of my ass and could take the time to admire it. I also know that Draco liked it when I took my shirt off slowly. Taking my time unbuttoning it and letting it fall to the ground. I also knew that he liked it when I kept my underwear on. 

“Seems you haven’t forgotten everything then,” he had his arms folded as he was watching me and as I walked back to him and stood over him his hands found my ass and were slightly kneading it while bringing me closer to him. 

“Get on your knees pretty baby,” I maintained eye contact as I did so knowing that was what he liked and unbuttoning his pants I had to control my breath so he didn’t know how excited I was. “Open your pretty mouth for me,” and I happily did so. 

His hands were in my hair and I was reminded of how he always had to be in control. He pulled me closer to his abdomen and I started to gag, making tears form at the corner of my eye. 

“I missed this beautiful sight,” he smirked down at me as I tried to look up innocently at him, “guess you’re still good for something.” 

As I kept going he started moaning out my name and praising me for making him feel so good and soon his grip had relaxed on my hair and his head was leaning back and he was telling me to, ‘swallow like the good girl I had always been.’ 

“Stand up,” I did, “get on the bed.” I sat down and he pulled my legs apart, “if you even think about closing them I will tie them apart,” he threatened and I nodded with a frightened look on my face. He started kissing me as his hands found my nipples and started pulling and teasing them. I whimpered at his actions and could feel him smirk through the kiss. 

“Please, Draco,” I whined and he tutted telling me to be patient otherwise he wasn’t going to give me anything I wanted. But he could never resist for long and he was soon kissing down my body, making a special stop at my nipples to kiss around them teasingly. 

His lips made their way down my abdomen and to my hips and it took everything I had not to buck them closer towards his mouth. He kissed my thighs and then slowly pulled down my underwear before placing a soft kiss right where I needed him most. 

“I forgot how quickly I could make you wet,” he chuckled, making me whine and if it wasn’t for his threat I would have been squirming. “Already so wet for me and I’ve barely even touched you,” he placed a finger on my clit, “such a desperate slut for me.” He chuckled as I finally caved in and bucked my hips up. 

“I’m sorry,” I was quick to respond and he shook his head but before I could say anything else he had entered a finger inside of me and was moving it torturously slow. “Draco,” I was pouting. 

“Yes baby,” his voice was teasing. 

“Faster please,” my voice was soft because I knew that Draco would either go so fast I would be cumming in seconds or it could lead to a punishment. 

“As you wish darling,” he smirked before entering another finger in and this time going torturously fast. I was crying out his name and as his fingers started hitting a certain spot my hips started bucking and before I could apologise his hand was around my throat again and he was telling me to keep still. 

“Draco,” I moaned out the last part of his name, “can I please cum?” my chest was heaving and it was hard to beg with his hand still around my throat. 

“So you still have your manners,” he teased. 

“Draco, please,” I kept crying out his name and just as I couldn’t hold it any longer he told me to cum on his fingers like the dirty slut I was as he put a bit more pressure on my neck making me hold onto his wrist as I moaned out his name and let my eyes roll to the back of my head. 

“Forgot how much you loved my fingers, always made you cum so quickly,” he smirked as his hands gripped onto my thighs and put them over his shoulders. “Did they ever fuck you this good?” his tip was teasing my entrance, “Blaise and Theodore?” his tip finally entered me and I screamed out his name. “Answer me,” and it was out again. 

“No, no,” I was breathing heavy, “no one has ever fucked me as good as you,” he entered his tip again. 

“Did they fuck you like you deserve?” his voice was taunting, “like the little slut you are?” 

“No,” I took a deep breath, “I’m only a little slut for you.”

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked before snapping his hips into me and I cried out his name telling him that I was too sensitive, “you’ve taken more than this,” was his reply. 

All I could do was moan out his name and let him continue to pound into me as he instead started to praise me for how well I was taking him. 

“I’m going to cum if you do that,” I pouted as his fingers started rubbing my clit causing my legs to shake. 

“Not yet you aren’t,” he chuckled, “because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I’m your good girl,” I cried out and let my head fall back, closing my eyes tight and trying to focus on not cumming. 

“Look at me baby,” his thumb and forefinger were holding my face and I opened my eyes to see a soft gaze, “if you keep your eyes open, I’ll let you cum, okay?” His voice was a lot sweeter now and soon I was moaning out his name and his thrusts were becoming sloppier as my thighs started shaking and my breathing started to go back to normal. 

He sat down on the edge of the bed and by instinct I went over to sit on his lap. 

“Thank you,” I murmured so softly I wasn’t sure he heard it. I realised that things were going to be different now. What did this mean for our relationship? We had broken up but I think we both knew that neither of us could go too long without fucking each other. 

“Did I fuck the brat out of you?” he chuckled causing me to roll my eyes. 

“I don’t know,” I smirked, “personally I think you were a bit lenient,” I got up from his lap and started getting dressed before he could process what I said. He shook his head and put out his hand, “Give them to me then,” staring at him and blinking rapidly with my mouth open he smirked. 

“These?” I asked, pointing to the underwear which I was just about to put on. 

“Those,” I handed them over to him, “maybe next time if you’re good I’ll give them back to you,” as he put his pants back on he put them in his pocket and I went back to getting dressed so he couldn’t see the heat rising to my cheeks. At least I knew that we were going to do this again. 

[kuroos-moon]

『  Mistaken Kisses 』

a/n: i really suck at reading word per word huh, my eyes kinda missed accidentally 🤠✨ anon i apologize for being trash pls i’ll make it up to you anytime 😭 

part two | atsumu, sakusa, kenma

pairings: oikawa x reader, tsukishima x reader, sugawara x reader, kuroo x reader

warning/s: slight angst (for all except Suga), language

☾ Oikawa Tooru

unbelievable 

leaving the gym late at night and the first thing he sees is you being kissed by someone else

short-circuits, wanting to lash out and sink into the abyss out of depression at the same time 

it’s the ultimate heartbreak for him rlly and it manifests into ugly annoyance and anger

He watches you push him off, his hand twitching to slap the guy in the face as hard as he serves. “Kunimi-kun, can you hand me that ball over there,” he says, his junior quick to follow his demand at the rare occurrence of his serious demeanor. 

One minute you’re cursing at the person and the next he’s on the ground, groaning in pain with a bloodied nose, the volleyball now bouncing off somewhere. You look to the source and freeze when you see your frowning boyfriend who looked so disappointed in you. 

He only walks off as if he hadn’t seen anything, with you practically jogging in long strides to catch up with him. 

“Toru, I know how you must feel but I didn’t want it either!” You try to reason with him but he pretends to not hear, tightening his grip on his bag as he continues to walk away. 

You grab him by his wrist making him stop to look at you, “oh, y/n-chan didn’t see you there! Why’re you here, did you finish so soon with your other guy?” His smile doesn’t fool anyone at all with his eyes cold and piercing. 

“You saw how I pushed him away! He kissed me out of nowhere,” tears start to gloss your eyes, normally it would stop him from acting childish when you guys fought before but right now, he simply can’t shake off the feeling of betrayal. 

He scoffs, “how would you feel if I have other girls kiss me?” 

You glare at him, knowing fully well how childish and immature he could be but this was a tad bit too much. “I wouldn’t like it all! But I didn’t let him kiss me, you saw so yourself! Don’t be so difficult!” 

“Are we done here?” He spitefully says, withdrawing his arm from your hold. You watch him in disbelief when he actually walks away again, leaving you there.

To your surprise though, he turns on his heel and makes his way over to you with a frown, muttering under his breath and all you hear was “stupid, stupid, baka, everything’s so stupid.”

“Are you alright?” He asks, a small scowl on his lips as he refused to look at you. “I was surprised when he grabbed me, Toru, I really wouldn’t do that to you,” you manage to choke out despite the lump in your throat, and he looks at you in alarm.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” he coos, tucking locks of your hair behind your ears before cupping your face.

“It’s getting late, let’s go home, yeah?” He smiles, before you both walk in the dark streets hand in hand.

☾ Tsukishima Kei

first off, what the actual fuck

he stands still, unconsciously clenching his fists by his sides as he watches you push off the guy

“I’m sorry, I was dared to,” he explains and you hold the look of disgust, frightened when you finally see Tsukishima 

in a heartbeat, the person who kissed you was on the ground, having been kicked by Tsukki out of nowhere 

“Tsukki!” You hiss, going up to his side immediately while he looked down on the guy clutching his side. “Ah, gomen, gomen, did it hurt?” He says with false sincerity, a taunting smirk playing at his lips and you actually fear for what he was going to do next. 

“Tsukki, it’s fine, let’s just go,” you tug on the white shirt he wore, fresh from practice thus the sweat. He momentarily scans your face and he could tell you were frightened and disgusted all at the same time, but what was this bitter feeling he felt? 

Unreasonable jealousy that’s what. 

He sighs before wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he brings you inside the gym, leaving you in the care of Yamaguchi for a while before he exits the gym once more, grabbing the poor kid by the collar. 

“Who gave you the fucking right to kiss my girlfriend?” He sneers in a low chilling voice, scoffing at the terrified expression he wore. “Pathetic,” he tuts before letting him go, deciding it was best to check on you first. 

You’re both in the changing room now, and he had you drink water while he stood shirtless before you. “Next time you should really wait inside,” he tells you, the image burned to the back of his mind that was no good for his temper at all.

“I’m sorry Tsukki,” you guiltily say, looking down at your feet. It actually bothered him so much to have seen you being kissed by someone else, but he knows how none of it was your fault, he really does, that’s why he felt so bad for being slightly irritated at you but he can’t help it. 

“Whatever, let’s go,” he says, finally putting on a shirt and not waiting for you to stand up as he leaves the room first. 

☾ Sugawara Koushi 

this baby’s lit up face as he makes his way over to your classroom contorts to a look of pain once he sees you

before the ache grew he had already assessed the situation though, seeing as how you’d pushed him off cursing

but what the fUck he is anything but chill 

doesn’t really show though as he makes his way over to you, hand resting at the small of your back

You instantly feel safe and secure, looking up to meet his soft eyes on yours, he wanted to reassure you that he understood and that he wasn’t mad at you one bit, it still kinda sucked though. 

“Koushi, he suddenly did it, I don’t know why,” you explain and he strokes your hair, “I know, don’t worry about it,” he smiles. He instantly looks at the pathetic excuse of a guy before you, and the still smiling Suga spooked him out. 

“Why’d you kiss her though, h/n-kun?” He politely asks, and you questioningly look at him, like how is he so calm and like?? not loud?? You’re very much aware how he is when he explodes. 

“I’m sorry man, I just kinda thought she’d like it,” he sheepishly says, avoiding his eyes. You’re both caught in surprise when Suga chuckles, and it almost sounded legit if not for the cold and vicious look pointed at him. 

“Daijoubu, daijoubu,” he says, making his way over to him, and you’re beyond confused when he sticks out his hand, the naive boy stupidly accepting it. 

“You better not come anywhere near her again though,” he warns, his voice dropping low and cold as he looks him straight in the eyes. “I won’t do it again, but we’re classmates so- ow,” he winces. 

You glance down at their hands, noticing how his was obviously being squeezed tight and hard by Suga himself. “I get it, I get it,” he huffs, taking his hand away. “Geez,” he mutters, eyeing Suga darkly before he walks off, and not soon after, he stumbles to the ground because of Suga’s stuck out foot. 

“You didn’t even apologize to her, where are your manners?” He frowns, “dirtbag.” 

Suga took you to an isolated hallway after that, doting on you, and once you’ve assured him you were fine and all, you’re embraced in a warm long hug. “It must’ve pissed you off, Koushi,” you say, guilt behind your voice. 

He merely hums in approval, running his hand up and down your back. “It did, I really really wanted to beat him up but,” he sighs dramatically, and you raise a brow. “I don’t wanna be a bad guy in front of you,” he offers a shy smile. 

☾ Kuroo Tetsuro 

like Oikawa, he would practically stop functioning for a while like what even- what tf in the world is he seeing

he could’t process it, you’d never do that to him but it hurt him so much

quick to catch on that it was without your consent though as you struggled to push him off 

needless to say, i think we all know how Kuroo with his towering height and buffed build could be scary and intimidating

“It was a prank, a harmless prank bro!” He defends, panicked as he was pinned to the locker door behind him with Kuroo clutching on his collar. 

“Harmless?” He repeats with a tone of disdain, and you could practically feel his shiver at Kuroo’s words while you watched their exchange. “Kuroo, please don’t start something,” you touch his arm hesitantly, worried about your teacher’s pet and perfect-deportment boyfriend. 

“I’d never,” he grins sadistically, yanking him before slamming him back to the locker. “Tetsu!” You hiss, trying to pull at him but it did absolutely nothing. “I swear it was just a prank, I planned to kiss any girl- 

“And out of all the girls you decided to kiss mine?” He almost growls, and they both had a resemblance of that of a predator and its prey. “Tetsu, stop it!” You demand, and he does, immediately letting him go and scoffing when he runs away. 

“Calm down,” you hold both his hands in yours, and his dark eyes look at you. He remains quiet, taking you with him as he walks off to the empty volleyball court. 

“Are you mad?” You hesitantly ask, looking at his back as he turned on the lights, “furious,” he shortly answers. He really was fuming mad, no matter how rare he got angry, the incident a while ago was like a stab to the chest for him. 

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, feeling small as you stood still in your spot. He halts his actions though once he hears you, “I wish I could turn back time to avoid him but- 

“Sweetheart I’m not mad at you,” he cuts you off, guilt consuming him as he reflected on his actions a while ago; not once had he asked if you were okay, instead he succumbed to his anger and disregarded how you felt. 

“You’re not?” You ask, looking up at him, and he sighs, “come here,” he opens his arms, and you’re more than happy to rush towards him. “I’m sorry for losing my cool,” he says after you practically threw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his torso. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” you mumble against his chest, and he clenches his jaw, the mere memory of it making him feel hurt and angered at the same time. “It wasn’t your fault, but it totally sucked, I’ll give you that,” he groans, burying his face in your shoulder. 

“Let’s get you home so you could brush your teeth thrice, and then let’s make out,” he grins. 

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TOP 5 FAVE W O M A N MOMENTS

I gotcha, anon. Sorry this is so late! I took forever trying to gather these panels and despite my efforts, they are mostly potato quality. Thanks for your ask, though! ❤️

In no particular order:

1. Fubuki putting the fear of God into Do-S

It’s not often we get to see Fubuki tear shit up, and I think this is the one of only few times we’ve seen her use her signature move in the manga (not counting that one omake where she fucks up all those little spiders). It was up until this point that I thought of her to be super... weak? Like, I thought this whole time she was just using her status as Tatsumaki’s little sister to wrangle up a bunch of hooligans as her underlings but I’ve found that to be a fat fucking lie. She’s super badass in her own right. She even resisted Do-S’ love magic whip thingy because her will is just that strong.

Fubuki doesn’t need to be Tatsumaki’s little sister to be feared, she just needs to be pissed off.

Personally, we don’t give Fubuki enough credit in terms of strength and raw “fuck ‘em up” power. I know she didn’t win this fight (technically), but Do-S is a demon threat monster and even some of the S-Class have a hard time with demon threats (cough cough, Zombieman and Pureblood). And, not to mention, Fubuki was also fending off her entire crew—who were taken under the influence of Do-S’ super BDSM love spell magic—this entire fight!

Darkness Blade was also involved somewhere but this ain’t about him. Moving on:

2: Do-S would’ve straight up merked Amai Mask’s crackheaded ass had he not been an actual freak of nature

(Sorry for the microwave quality pictures but we’ve all read the manga right? Just use your imagination.)

So, prior to Murata reworking the entire “Amai Mask commits homicide via his own damn hands” segment with Do-S, we had Do-S basically surrendering herself to Amai at the sight of him dicing up her love slaves at the speed of light (the merc squad). I did not like this AT ALL. I thought Do-S was a kickass character and for her to have this stupid death scene was really disappointing.

Thankfully, Murata thought the same thing. She still fucking died, of course, but she gets a little more... er, dignity? Idk, she’s just badass.

Amai Mask pretty much slams her skull into the wall, gives her like 13 concussions, and when he thinks he’s in the clear—BAM! Elastigirl powers, bitch! Do-S wraps herself around Amai and utilizes her freaky ass Alien-esque snake tongue to drill into his eyeball as her last stand before death. And this is why I think it’s valid that Fubuki had such a hard time dealing with her, because if it were any other S/A-Class hero (besides Zombieman, Superalloy, Genos... and maybe even Metal Bat) that got their brains drilled into via snake tongue, they would’ve died. If it were Child Emperor, Puri Puri, or even Atomic Samurai at the other end of her attack, they would’ve been FADED, man! It’s only because Amai has those bullshit monster invulnerability powers that he survived.

In conclusion: Do-S got done dirty the first time around, but Murata has since redeemed himself by giving her some wicked elastic powers and nearly dealing the final blow to Amai before dying. She’s also rlly sexy uwu

3. It is written somewhere in the Geneva Conventions that using Captain Mizuki’s thighs as a means of destruction is considered a war crime

First of all: holy fuck I’m horny.

Second of all: UUUH??????? This is 100% just Murata’s death by snu-snu fetish in action but I’m not complaining. Mizuki is super badass. I’m not a fan of this trope that women in male-dominated media have to give up their femininity in order to be taken seriously, so I was expecting at least one female character in OPM to be a mirror reflection of this shitty trend (judging by ONE’s track record of being allergic to women). However, OPM is all about taking tropes and putting them in a meat grinder. Mizuki is super feminine, bubbly, and positive! And that doesn’t make her any less of a fearsome opponent to these monsters, which is something I can really appreciate.

Overall, OPM has very few female characters (which is bad), but the treatment of the few we have is very good when compared to other media of the same medium. I’ve said before how I enjoy the fact that both sexes are treated as equal opportunity fanservicing, and I think it’s fitting to reverberate that here.

Mizuki is hot as hell, but she’s also strong, fun, and a ray of fucking sunshine. Her and Mumen would be great friends, now that I think of it!

4. Shadow Ring said SIKE

UNDERAPPRECIATED QUEEN RIGHT HERE ^^^^^^^

She’s so badass in the entirety of the surface strike sequence we get before the heroes enter the Monster Association base (take a shot every time I say badass. Try it, you’ll die).

I was super impressed by how strong she is?? And the whole time I’m reading this fight sequence I’m just like.... why aren’t we seeing more of her. She should have just as much screen time as Stinger! She was even noticed by Ninja Extraordinaire, Flash Flash; and she played a pretty big part in getting the S-Class to open their eyes to the combat prowess of the lower classes. If it weren’t for her, I fully believe the strike team would’ve had a much harder time penetrating the monsters’ defenses.

Also she’s cute as hell. All of the other female characters in OPM are over the top supermodel sexy (again, not complaining), so it’s refreshing to get someone that goes against the status quo (which as I’ve said before, OPM is kinda all about). Whenever we see her unmasked in those little volume extras Murata makes, I just want to squeeze her cheeks like an annoying aunt.

I forgot to mention this in the Mizuki section, but I think it also applies here: her teammates never point out the fact that she’s a woman. There’s no commentary on it, no snide “oh hurr hurr you’re a girl under the mask?” comments, just women kicking ass and male counterparts kicking ass alongside them, which is another thing I appreciate. It’s not often we get women in manga just.... existing. It seems there’s always gotta be a good reason for writers to insert female characters into their stories (WHY), but not here. Shadow Ring’s sole purpose in the story is to kill monsters and look cool while doing it. She gets the same treatment as all the other himbos around her.

I am completely aware that my say on the subject of gender equality in media could be completely invalid because I’m a cis dude but those are just my THOTS

5. Lily being 14 and always ready to murder

Lily stole my wallet and kicked my ass :(

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ugh pretend that woman's not there that's literally him getting a blowie and he's all dom and not rlly giving u a reaction just looking at his phone until ur choking around him

You’ve been on your knees in front of him for about fifteen minutes.

One hand is splayed across Harry’s inner thigh, softly raking your nails down his skin just how he likes it, the other one playing with his balls, rolling them across your fingers and massaging them gently with your thumb. 

You’d had him in your mouth for what feels like ages, pushing him down your throat and holding him there for a few seconds before slowly pulling him out, your bottom lip catching on the underside of his swollen tip every time. The hand on his thigh coasts up to grab at his length, thumb tracing the protruding vein at his base and following it up to the head, where you lean forward and kiss at it tenderly. 

Your lips smear over the tip messily, the ridges of your skin sending tendrils of electricity through his bones but he forces himself not to show it. You look up at him from beneath your lashes, blinking sluggishly due to the tense atmosphere of the room. 

Your fingers give him a few long, sharp strokes and you grin against his sweaty, flushed skin when you see the underside of his jaw tightened. Your voice comes out cheeky and matter-of-fact. 

“I know you’re gonna cum so why are you being so fucking annoying?”

He doesn’t respond, maintaining his stance. He’s leaned all the way back in the makeup chair, head hanging off the back with his phone in the air, parallel to his face. He’s doing it just to get on your nerves, well aware of how much you get off on seeing his reactions, therefore taking that reward away as some type of arrogant charade. 

Harry hasn’t looked at you once. Not when you sat down on your heels before him and questioningly tugged at the hem of his t-shirt. Not when you tugged his belt loose and rolled down his zipper, pasting wet pecks at the faint short hairs running down the bottom of his tummy into his underwear. Not when you fished him out of his briefs and gave him a round of desperate pumps with your palm in order to get him hard, mumbling about how you’ve been wanting to taste him all day. And the most irritating of all, he hadn’t even made a single sound when you’d pushed him down your throat, your nose brushing the crest of his belly button as your tongue cleaned the familiar salty taste off his cock.  

He had just kept scrolling through his social media, the colors of the screen reflecting off the glossy surface of his eyes as his mouth remained in a relaxed, absent-minded pout, not giving you the satisfaction of even the slightest twitch. The only thing he did was part his thighs wider, giving you access for whatever it is you wanted to do but maintaining a disinterested vibe, as if he couldn’t care less whether you stayed or left. 

In the time that had passed, you were hoping you’d be able to draw some type of response from him. However, he could be so fucking stubborn when he wanted to; the attempts had all been failures.

Harry doesn’t answer the question floating in the room, instead tapping out a text to an unknown person and continuing to mess with his applications. You decide to try again and though your patience is running thin, you go the sweeter, less snappy route, sugaring your voice down into a pleading whine that you know would tug at his heart strings a bit. 

“Harry, c’monnnn.” You slump your shoulders lightly, propping your chin on one of his inner thighs and gazing up at him with big doe eyes. “Please? Just wanna make sure I’m making you feel good, baby.” 

Your lips ghost along the sensitive muscles of his thigh, kissing delicately to guilt him into giving you what you want. 

Harry caves for a fraction of a second, glimpsing down at you over his cheekbones, absorbing the way your lips are quivering with longing. You blink up at him slowly, eyes watery, begging silently. 

Then the moment’s over and he looks away, nestling down further into the leather chair and regaining his scrolling.

You release a frustrated grunt, eyebrows furrowing and jaw clenching. “Fine, you prick.” 

Then he gifts you the first acknowledgment since you walked into the room: an amused snort at your snarky remark. 

It only grates you further. 

You push yourself up onto your knees fully, fingers tucking your hair behind your ears to avoid it getting in your eyes. You stare down at Harry’s tinted cock as it dribbles with precum, watching his stomach stutter with breaths at what might happen next. He knows he’s in for it. 

Harry was pretty big, that much is obvious. Because of this, every time you give him a blowie you always have to take him in gradually, working him into your mouth at intervals in order to accommodate his size. But burning irritation gets the best of you this time and without thinking twice, you shove him down in one go. 

You feel his leaking tip hit the back of your throat, your jaw aching at having to open wider than usual. For some ridiculous reason, you were hoping to accomplish this task without seeming phased, but it hits just how moronic that notion is when you suddenly can’t breathe. 

Your throat tightens around him, the sheer girth choking you and causing your nostrils to burn. But you’re just as determined as he is and you force yourself into holding your position, eyes squeezing shut as another round of gagging wracks your body. 

It had the intended effect. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

The moan he releases is gurgled, raw, and shamefully desperate and you couldn’t have asked for a better reaction. The hand that had been suspending his phone above his face drops to his chest, the device skimming down his stomach and falling off the side of the chair onto the ground with an empty thud. Harry can’t control himself, one of his hands wildly fumbling into your hair, fingers winding your roots around his knuckles. His other hand finds it way into his own hair, yanking at the curls almost feverishly to try and reign in even a slice of the composure he’d had a minute prior. 

His thick chest heaves with rattling breathes, his lower stomach tinged an angry shade of raspberry red that is quickly crawling up his flexing throat and pouring into his cheeks. He swallows heavily, his words sticking to the roof of his mouth like glue, but he manages to strain them out.

“Fuck, you’ve never gone that deep.” You gaze up at him with cocky triumph sparkling in your teary eyes, making your throat tighten around him once more, your body bracing the gagging with a bit more grace this time now that you’ve gotten a feel for it. 

Harry’s body reacts just as you’d hoped, his back caving forward, hips lifting from his seat a few inches as he holds your head steady with an iron grip, a pitiful broken whimper scraping his lungs.  

“Holy shit, that’s so fucking deep.”

You fall back onto your heels, your jaw and jugular aching as he slips from inside your mouth. You gulp down air like it’s the last time you’ll ever get it, reaching up with the back of your hand and wiping at your messy mouth shakily. 

Harry’s hips fall back into the cushioning of the chair, his broad shoulders trembling and toes curling with pent up aroused adrenalin. His grasp tenses further against your scalp, causing you to wince a tad despite the fact that you love it. 

He looks incredibly hot. His body has been shocked into an incredibly sensitive state, limp against the seat as his brows cinch deeply, his teeth worrying the inside of his plumped bottom lip, cheeks glowing and jaw taut. The hand in his hair releases his locks, struggling to find a hard grip on the backrest of the makeup chair, nails digging into the leather as he grapples to keep himself somewhat upright. 

When his voice finally pipes up again, you can’t help but laugh at how he frantically begs; it’s borderline pathetic. 

“Can you do it again? Please? Please, darling, please? I’m sorry for being an ass, promise I’ll make it up to you.” 

You smack his hand out of your hair, slowly mounting yourself onto your wobbly feet. You blink the blurriness out of your sight, the edges of your swollen lips carving into an entertained smirk. You don’t say a single word, simply stepping over his feet with your intentions set on the door.

Harry immediately knows what you’re going to do and the way he grabs at your wrist so desperately makes your grin widen. 

“Y/N, I can’t go out on stage like this.” His voice is low, accent slathered over his petrified tone. 

You rend your arm from his fingers, shrugging your brows tauntingly. “You should’ve thought of that before being such a dick.” 

He sits forward, palms resting on your waist to keep you from leaving as he tilts his chin upwards, looking up at you with those big puppy dog eyes he’s so well known for. “Fuck, I’ll do anything, I swear. Just please take care of it.” 

You pick a few matted ringlets off his forehead, thumbing over his temples, feeling his pulse hammering inside his skull. You lean down and flush a lingering kiss to the center of his forehead, his eyes drooping shut sleepily as the warmth from your mouth melts down his eyelids and cheeks, numbing the tip of his nose. 

Another whimper squeezes its way out of his throbbing lips. Please…”

You cup his sharp jaw between your forefinger and thumb, his chin fitting perfectly into the alcove of your hand. You skim your mouth over his, noses bumping and breathing mingling as his grip tightens at your hips, rings imprinting into your skin through your jeans. 

“Let me see your eyes, H.”

His lashes flutter open, the green in his irises fading between a bright canopy jade and a cool, muted olive. You stare right into them, seeing his pupils faintly dilate at the suspense. 

Your answer is soft and whispered, but it rings in his ears like a church bell.

“Go fuck yourself.” 

There’s no time, apparently, because just then Harry’s stylist bursts into the room with nothing but a swift knock as a warning. 

“Shit.” Harry’s stiff fingers quickly stuff himself back into his briefs, grateful that you are standing before him to block a full frontal disaster.  

“Sorry to barge in and interrupt but we waited as long as we could. We gotta get you ready, babe.” Harry Lambert immediately begins shifting through the hanger of outfits at the corner of the room, glancing over his shoulder at Harry with an expecting nod.  

More people from Harry’s team flood into the room— his manager, professional photographer, makeup and hair crew— and you back away from him with an apologetic shrug that carries anything but its face value. “Good luck, honey. Can’t wait to see you on stage.” 

Harry has no choice but to oblige to his team, allowing them to surround him in a flurry of preparations, though he handles dressing himself (much to Lambert’s objections) to avoid a catastrophic situation. He ends up going on stage as you had left him, lucky enough that his pants are a loose flared fit that doesn’t showcase his issue. 

But the whole time he’s performing, there’s a certain itch in the back of his head (and at the underside of his balls) that won’t leave him be. And it doesn’t help that you’re is right there on the side of the stage, watching him with your arms crossed over your chest, features painted with smug delight. 

Every time your eyes cross paths, his cock gives a painful twitch; the bright lights and echoing screams aren’t helping at all. There’s a few instances where he can feel his pants growing tighter around his crotch and he tries to take care of it as nonchalantly as possible, but he knows there will be tons of videos and speculation running rampant across the media later tonight. Cameras don’t lie. 

Throughout the whole show, all he can think about is your mouth— how warm it is, how soft, the way you feel licking at him, how pretty your lips look covered in his jizz. It drives him off the fucking wall and you can see it happening in the way he progressively starts glancing at you more often. 

His disgraced lack of control slowly starts to mold into anger because now you’re mocking him in front of hundreds of people, possibly embarrassing him in front of thousands more on the internet. It won’t be a huge riot or anything— it’d probably be easy to debunk— but the strain it’s putting on him now is enough to infuriate anyone.  

At one point in the show, Harry jogs off stage to fetch a bottle of water waiting for him the edge of the curtain, right where you’re residing as you watch the performance. He bends down and scoops up the drink, unscrewing the cap and tilting it back, staring down at you intently through the whole exchange, sweat pouring down his temples and glistening across his exposed chest. He recaps the bottle, turning it over into your awaiting hand and giving you a swift once-over. 

He then leans forward as if to give you a kiss on the cheek, lips tickling the shell of your left ear as he quietly mumbles a very different promise than the one he’d made earlier in an orgasm-deprived stupor.

As soon as the words finish rolling down his tongue, he’s gone again, gripping the microphone stand and introducing the next track as if nothing was out of the ordinary. 

Harry’s words continue to sizzle across your skin for the remainder of the concert. 

“I’m gonna break your fucking back tonight for this.”

[seijch]

ANNOUNCEMENT: NOT A HELLO, BUT NOT A GOODBYE EITHER

omg hi ... im like . ashamed to come back after saying brief hiatus in october and then disappearing off the face of the earth til FEBRUARY but under the cut i will be explaining myself and the following, if youre interested (and a tl;dr at the very bottom if you don’t wanna scroll thru this obnoxiously long post):

the reason(s) i was gone for so long

what i was doing during that time (its just a personal account yall can scroll past this idrc)

the status of those um . halloween requests

the future of this account

i. so . Hiatus .

i know. i know . i probably mentioned it when i made the announcement post, but my mental health likes to go on one of those rides. yknow the ones where you go like up rlly fast then down maybe and then up then DOWN .... its like that. i needed a break and every time i wanted to come back or thought about it, something would happen and i would get stuck in my own head.

a big reason for getting stuck in my head was (and i hate to admit this ... i hate to admit that i have Insecurities On The Internet) my feelings of inadequacy regarding my writing. i love to plot fics, i love concepts and characters and making little headcanons but i dont ... know if i love writing rn. and i thought for the longest time that like . whatever ill just push thru it its fine ill be fine but it kinda wasnt lmao you can kinda see it in my halloween reqs and what become of them when i get to that but i began to feel like nothing i had put out or would put out would hold up prose wise (and normally i dont feel like this im much more “idc its my life im living it” but thats not a rant for tumblr LMAO). i still feel like that -- like im better as a reader than a writer. but . You Know :-)

tl;dr: mental state go brrrrr

ii. anywhere here’s wonderwall

when i left, i was in a steadily decreasing mental and emotional state, made worse by a situation at work that really was a case of petty jealousy on my end and rlly isnt very consequential now despite how much pain and resentment it gave me when it Was a problem so i wont get into it. the tl;dr of november and december was me using work as an crutch and distraction -- i know my job, i do it well, it helped me not think about my responsibilities and obligations and inadequacies. of course, as the holiday season grew busier n busier i was scheduled so often that i moved 88 or so miles (according to my apple watch, which i ONLY wear at work since im never anywhere else outside my house) and fell into a cycle of showering n sleeping at my house before going back the next day. (theres definitely something to be said abt capitalism and “grind culture” here but once again its not the time or place snsjkdfds)

at the turn of the new year, i happened to remember a birthday card i hadnt filed away for safekeeping from a friend of mine that id been horribly out of touch with til that point. i started crying because i realized how out of touch id been in general up until that point. the month of january was great for me: i was focused, happy, and in a much better place than i had been before. the end of it brought me down focus wise and im hoping that enough time away from my distractions will refocus me bc i ... need it LMAO and though ive burned out from that level of productivity and gotten distracted again im ... trying to stay positive which i think is the most i can do 😁👍🏼

media wise, i got real into stardew valley (but burned out bc i played it extensively as a way to wind down after work), the pokemon platinum romhack renegade platinum (still havent finished it bc of school n i played it w the intent to see if i could nuzlocke it ... bitch its so hard but its so fun bc of it), briefly assassins creed: odyssey (im one of those ppl who completes an entire region before i move to the next so you can tell i burned out of that one + wouldnt have the time to properly devote to it even if i didnt), got back into genshin impact after pulling for xiao (after not touching it for like . months), and danganronpa. yes . danganronpa 😐 i Know. i stopped playing it after the second trial of the first game bc i was so hurt by the outcome and picked it up in late january only to get sucked in (thank god i had the foresight to buy the second and third games during the steam winter sale). rn im at the start of chapter 4 if anyone wants to come in my asks and um . talk to me abt danganronpa

tl;dr: I’m Into Danganronpa Now

iii. you realize halloween was three months ago right

i mentioned this in the first section, but i love to plot things. every request is plotted or at least has a solid foundation. i had fun detailing what concept i wanted to go with considering what i was given, and there were some bangers i might touch up in the future. but heres whats going to happen to the requests themselves:

there are two finished requests. one will be posted tomorrow and the other will be touched up (just bc i finished it doesnt mean its good 🧍‍♂️) and scheduled for next saturday. as for the ones i never got around to ...

i will not be finishing those requests. i hate to be That Person, but i feel like we all expected this 🧍‍♂️ what i will do is post all of my notes for each request in batches -- requests that have an @ to go with them will be mentioned in the post proper, but anon asks will be pictured. (there are some asks that came from blogs who are now deactivated but i wrote down all the prompts and remember most of those askers so ill cross that bridge when i get there) there will most likely be an excerpt or two simply bc i think i mightve written a few plot points or interactions in the form of bullet points. i rlly am sorry about doing this but i remember looking at my notion doc with all the prompts and feeling ... like i wasnt measuring up n it wasnt just to myself or to some intangible concept of “other” id constructed but it was instead to those who requested n actually WANTED to see and hear and read my writing and i ...... im gonna admit thats another big reason i avoided this site.

regardless, youll definitely get what i have (and likely more than just my bullet points and illegible handwriting).

tl;dr: im sorry. what i have in terms of plot, concept, and interaction for every request will be posted, but i cant say ill ever complete them and mean it.

iv. so what now?

well i mean . im not entirely sure how sold i am on haikyuu in the content creation department (as a creator n to a lesser extent, as a consumer). as mentioned previously, its no longer my primary focus. it doesnt mean im not into haikyuu anymore; i have a lot of love for those boys but i cant rlly say im even caught up w recent fandom activity and also havent even finished s4 pt2 LMAO thats on my to do list

and despite all that, i still want to share my plots n concepts and snippets and maybe even fics. it wont happen anytime soon. it might not even happen. but i mean . its better than me saying i wont write ever again shjdkfs but either way ill probably use this blog as a personal blog w the occasional ask game for dialogue prompts (those are always so fun i love making up aus to fit like . the most mundane prompts)

as for my works (past and any potential future), ive opened an ao3 acc here n ill be editing n possibly expanding on my old works to post there. tumblr, to me, is The x reader hub, but i figure more x reader fics on ao3 is never a bad thing.

ill be deleting/posting drafted posts to the queue since they were all meant to be queued anyway as well as (sorry again 🧍‍♂️) deleting or answering asks in the inbox. (moots if you get a notif from me saying i rbed your post from months ago ... mind your business) im very hard to get ahold of and its ... a problem. expect an overhaul of the nav n shit to reflect my new direction n also because i feel like i cant tell if my passion for carrd is shared by the majority HSDKLFS maybe its better to read my info in a normal post ykwim .......

and of course . if youve read all this n decided im no longer worth the follow, i sure as hell cant stop you. thank you for wanting to, at some point, hear what i have to say -- it means more than you think.

tl;dr: writing will be edited and reposted to ao3, this blog will be a personal blog with a hint of writing (sometimes)

the tl;dr to end all tl;drs:

im back! i wont be as active as i used to due to a lessened interest in haikyuu in general, but i have an ao3 acc now where all my past work will be edited, possibly expanded, and reposted. any future work will also find itself there. my halloween requests will be posted in batches as incomplete concepts, plots, and snippets of scenes; i wont be promising to finish any of them.

there are still fic concepts im attached to and want to finish, but i cant promise any more writing on my end. this blog will be a personal blog with maybe writing, not a writing blog with my personal thoughts all over it.

regardless if you stick around or not, its been crazy sexy cool (equal emphasis) being on haikyuu tumblr even tho i wasnt around for long ... even tho its not my main focus anymore, im still excited to see what the future might hold 🤝

love, ari 💌

[gooferdusted]

hypothetically, if I were to write a fix-it/rewrite au fic, (thinking of starting at s5 but debating starting earlier) what are some storylines you’d take out/change, characters you’d save/kill, and specifically changes to sam’s character/arcs you’d like bc i need ideas

ok. ok. I'm gonna try to not go completely off the fucking rails while I write this up but I gotchu (also these r all just my own hot n spicy takes so like. pick what u like, it's all goodie goodie)

• no time passing differently in hell. literally four months is ~Enough!~ a year is enougghh!!!!!! like I get that they wanted to make hell this horrible unreachable thing but u can still like... get that across without having it be this unfathomable chunk of time out of a persons life. like sam was down there with TWO very pissed off angel's for 180 years??? how can he still speak english??? how does dean remember ANYTHING about his old life when mentally more than half of it was spent being endlessly tortured until he finally cracked??? its just.... Too Much...

• ON that note, I feel like later on they never rlly had sam and dean bond over the fact that like... they are genuinely the ONLY two people on earth who have survived actual hell. I mean we got that one off line from dean at some point but??

• no chuck as god. just a greasy greasy rat man getting insane stories projected into his brain. and on the topic of that.... I dont like the reflection of the real life fanbase in the spn universe??? they're pulp fiction novels, it should be all like 50 year old + ladies who picked them up at the local bargain bin, not b*cky r*sen

• I like... WANNA say smth abt s4..... bc I think the way that they handled things were a little out of character BUT I also think that was lind of the point??? like the angels and demons were manipulating them to say/do things they would normally never say/do to eachother to drive a big enough wedge between then that they would eventually say yes to being the vessels. like it hurts to watch sooo much but it did drive the plot forward in a very particular way that probably couldnt have happened otherwise. that being said, when the levee breaks makes me sad, and I dont want to see sam crying for his dead mother alone in a basement! cest la vie.

• sam and dean.... are Friends...,, why did we all forget that..... watch hell house and maybe I'll calm down.....

• PSYCHIC SAM!!!!!! you all know me. you know how I feel about psychic sam... robbed. s4 finale rlly had sam like "drinking that much demon blood has truly changed me forever..... theres no going back now...... 😔😔" like ok. ok. where are your superpowers. where are they.

• I wish some of the other special children had made it out :(( I really liked andy and ava (also sam finding other friend who are like him??? queer allegory??? spare queer allegory?????)

• I also dont think the roadhouse shouldve burned down!!! that shouldve been a Staple Location like Bobby's house. same w Missouri's, literally why did we only visit her once.

• ur sending an ask to my blog so I assume this is just a given for u but!!! we're takin away the misogyny. we're takin away the fetishization! anything that would be given the greenlight by joss whedon we are putting straight in the trash. <3

• this is mostly a thing in later seasons like. idk 9-15, but no ppl knowing who the winchesters are. they are NOBODIES. they pop up like little meerkats and fuck everything up beyond repair.

• also no fancy tech. no iphone 76z or whatever the fuck. sam has an ipod 1. the wheel is so stuck he can barely press play anymore. remember when he literally just tore off the top casing off his laptop and threw it away? more of that.

• no nice clothes. NO nice clothes we fuckin hate that. everything sam and dean own was purchased pre 1995 and dean is an expert at removing blood stains and sewing up jackets. dean will walk into a laundromat with a tide pen and just start goin for it like that scene in deadpool.

• tbh.... I feel like the issues in later seasons are really this massive horrible domino effect. like I could say heres how to fix s7-10 but the fact is if shit hadnt gone down lile it had in s7 s10 would be a different story entirely.

• I am gonna do it tho bc I suck <3

• s6: soulless sam was funney but did that really go anywhere? no. tbh I dont remember what happened w cas and I'm just not going to look it up. it's just not in the cards for tonight. dean w lisa.... ehh.... I've discussed this at wayy too much length w mushroom and we both agreed that dean would probably keep hunting to keep his mind off things and to try and honor sams sacrifice. I guess theres an argument to be made for the fact that it kind of was Sam's dying wish that dean just go fin her and live a normal life but... idk. purgatory was. . indeed a Concept..... that could have maybe gone somewhere if it didnt rapidly spiral into....

• s7!!! I mean. jesus christ. I know some people like this one but jesus christ. the way they literally couldnt commit to having sam have genuine mental health problems after centuries in hell or to just magically wipe them away..... bobby dying halfway thru.... charlie was a bright spot I suppose, but her intro is not my fave episode w her.... idk what the fuck happened w cas, I guess he was god. the leviathan designs were kinda neat but like oh my fucking god it wasnt worth it.

• s8: uh. rough start. idk why the turn tables so suddenly and dean's like "why didnt u look for me >:((" bc??? yall agreed not to???? at the VERY least they couldve had sam been like "I legitimately had no reason to think u werent dead and in heaven and tha wouldve been a little rude of me to pull u out of that." but we went for ~drama~ to make it spicy I guess. ouygh. bunkers there!!! that was cool!!! MoL is a cool concept!!! altho... it doesn kinda contradict the whole sam and dean are nobodies thing... idk. trials of hell was like... cool in theory but bad in practice unless they were planning on ending the show for realskies. and they did not.

• s9: uhh... hated gadreel! hated that shit! wish they had spun that whole storyline to be more "hey sam I noticed u were s*icidal should we maybe address that??" or even like.... I mean dean probably couldve just TOLD sam abt his plan, he had already convinced him to stay alive by that point??? there was no reason to lie!!! plus the betrayal of gadreel not being who he said he was wouldve been like. literally enough drama, we didnt need to fracture the team again. and cas was??? where exactly??? be was human for at least half of that season but hey didnt know what to do w him so they chucked him in a convenience store??? good lord.

• s10: got no suggestions for that one, just toss it

• s11: ok... shes cute.... we can forgive her.... the lore is shaky at best but the episodes SLAP and the characterization is *chefs kiss*. it's been a hot minute since I've seen it so if smth sucked I dont remember and I plan to keep it that way!!!!

• s12: n.. no. no mary. no mary unless we're doing it right. and I promise u doing it right was not poorly ripping off kingsman. couldve brought back bobby!!! if they desperately wanted some drama couldve brought back john!!! actually fuck that, no way

• s13-15: no thoughts, only jack kline <3

[jimlingss]

coming off of anon because i’m just gonna regret it if i don’t tbh

anyways kina your writing is just, it’s so bubbly and warm and invigorating. i’m personally super big on aus like angels and devils, guardian angels, soulmates, and all of the sweet romantic things that you’ve written about. I’m just overwhelmed thinking about everything about you that i love and i hope everything has been treating you well these past few months. thank for you all of this. also thank you for putting magic of mysteries up so high because i remember someone reblogged it joking about your furry writer phase and i was ultimately hooked?? all of your stories are read at 2 am for me and god deli diaries made me cry, truth between us made me cry so hard, honestly so many of ur fics are just wow.

anyways i hope you’re having a wonderful day. my best wishes for your future and hope you have fun with muster!!! <33

nurseryy asked: also thank u for leaving ur fics up. i remember going through some writers whole masterlist and then they left (which i understand) and then i had nothing else to read but!! i want to read your whole masterlist, little by little, and as much as that means i would be able to gush about how cool this one line in your fic was, i can still enjoy your works!!

nurseryy asked: also i’m about to read the end rn before you leave tumblr so i’ll let you know how that goes....lol... (also!! can we ever get a discord drop 😩😩)

lol so guess what.... i finished the end.....

honestly, i think i related to this fic a lot. not saying that seokjin will ever see me when i’m thirty and tell me he’s my husband, but y/n in this story made me rlly happy. like content idk. i think when i first went into this i could understand how y/n felt, like i never really needed extravagant parties because it never felt special? like i don’t mind having a cake alone, as long as i’m okay with what i have.

i think i used to joke about how money can actually buy you happiness because materialistic things would contribute to less financial stress, blah blah blah. but in yoongi’s story y/n is like sad. she’s alone, and like despite having everything she needs to survive, it doesn’t feel good when yoongi can’t be with her. and it kind of struck a chord in me because yoongi kind of gives her these empty promises, and i’ve honestly done that too, and it was a reflection of how that treated others around me, so it was a slap in the face, but a good way!! helps me grow as a person lol

with hoseok her feeling of being lonely even when everyone was around her resonated too much with me- LMFAO but his story and the way y/n never felt like she could keep up is how i feel with my friends sometimes and it just feels nice to read about her situation whether or not it’s real

namjoond was where i began to tear up because the feeling of not being good enough is honestly prevalent and the way seokjin and y/n comment on the life that y/n was in with joon. like to an extent, youre happy, but it’s internal turmoil that makes you feel frustrated and like not enough

anyways with jimins story they seemed happy, like it felt like they were picking up the pieces as best as they could but at the end of the day, it didn’t work out, because ambition wasn’t enough. and dance is so competitive so honestly jimin still trying to pursue that dream is very commendable

taehyungs family felt sweet at first. everyone looked happy, they looked close and i honestly was thinking about how in some ways, it felt nice to be preoccupied. and ik that’s it’s not taehyungs fault and he just wants the best for the family, but the stroller was like a good way of showing that what you want doesn’t correlate with what someone else might want?? and at the end of the day, she just cried, because it was so overwhelming, and just so much, and i literaly could never-

ANYWAYS jungkooks was fast paced. straight to the point. sweet in a way, cheesy, but sad. like you can see how jungkook tries to cheer her up and it’s sad to see how they pretend it’s fine, when in reality it’s not. like when he gets into the accident and tells her how he was supposed to go home with the money and make her proud, it’s just not what she wants, but jungkooks life in that story had always been built on chasing goals.

oh seokjin bestie eye cried so hard and honestly that feeling of seokjin thinking that he wish he would listen and he wish he could have done better hurts??? and the way he tries to make up for it by choosing someone else for her makes me so freaking sad and i was bawling at this point??? and when he wanted to get medicine for her and didn’t know what was wrong like god damn- feels. AND THE WAY HE REMEMBERS THE LITTLE THINGS OH MY GOD LIKE TULIPS AND HER MOMS NAME AND SHIT LIKE PLS I LOVE THAT MAN

anyways uh i agree the end was a fucking masterpiece and lord i’m so sorry if you got here and had to read through paragraphs of me sobbing and ranting but the story was just so good and i’m gonna simply think about this forever thank you kina!! anyways i loved the fic lol it was a BANGER

my goodness, thank you for sending in so many extensive messages hahah I really appreciate it. first of all, thank you for the kind words. I'm happy to hear you love my stories so much :') second of all, I am very ecstatic to hear that you enjoyed the end. and that you could relate to it!! It's always nice to see what readers think about each part/member's part. You definitely hit the nail on the head for a lot of them!! one thing I'll say is that it was important for me to show that the OC didn't really want anything extravagant. at the end of the day a small celebration + cake would've sufficed because what really mattered was the company she had - company which was all she really wanted. anyway, glad that you thought it was a banger :D :D

[iicytodoroki]

school trips; shirabu kenjirou (2/2)

a/n: this was very very cheesy and long overdue, also i glazed over this so it’s unedited for now, but i rlly wanted to post this and check in for errors later

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genre: fluff, fem. pov, very very cheesy ending

wc: 1210

summary: your years at shiratorizawa academy were coming to an end, as celebration the school is sending the promoting class a full day at tkyo sea! but you got lost when you didn't want to ride an intensely fast roller coaster with your friends.

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Part 1 || Part 2 (here)

In his head, Shirabu was thinking of a way to possibly uhhh make an “action” to show his thoughts. Maybe by holding your hand or comforting you  after the intensely fast-paced ride. But all throughout the suspenseful incline, through the loops and grand waves at the end of the water ride, you were screaming your head off in thrill. Arms up in the arm through the steep drops. Unknowingly to you, your companion was slightly wide-eyed unforeseen heights this ride goes through.

Walking through the excitement you yelled in excitement, “Oh my gosh Shirabu!! That was soooo much fun!!”

Turning around you had this pearly grin with rosy cheeks. Taking both his hands into yours, staring right at him.

“Did ya like it??”

Almost in a trance-like state, he was only able to stutter some uh’s and um’s. Trying to get his mind off of your sun-kissed look. Glowing from within, the sparkles in your (e/c) eyes, and disheveled hair from the wind gliding through it. The pure happiness you reflected just struck the coffee-colored haired guy.

It was the confused blinking and slight furrow of your brows that brought him back to the ground.

“Uh yeah, it was...sorta fun…” contrary to what he said, you saw the peek of a smile as he looked away from you (with obvious pink tips on his ears)

Assuming he was referring his enjoyment to the ride, you both decided to wait for Kawanishi to get off from the single-user ride. On the metal benches, you just glazed over your phone to see if you had any messages from your previous group.

None.

Quietly sighing, Shirabu deduced what was the issue.

“Hey, it’s no use trying to get through them. They probably assumed you found another group and went on their day, or…(more quietly) they’re not the best type of friends,” he said the last part hoping you didn’t hear.

But you did of course. When it came to him, you always zeroed in, in what he said in class or here. You didn’t know why, well you have an idea, but you didn’t want to think too deeply about that because you just wanted to savor today. Thinking this will be the last you’ll ever be close to him.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. To be honest, they weren’t very inclusive anyways. Sometimes not telling me their plans for the weekend…” you replied.

As you said this, Shirabu noticed the hints of hurt etched in your voice. Without thinking, he reached for your hand and lightly squeezed in comfort.

With a small smile he softly said, “Well they missed out on hanging out with a very beautiful person.”

Beautiful?? HUH?!?

Before your shock kicked in, you both turned your heads over to Kawanishi calling you guys over as he jogged, hand waving above his damp hair.

“Hey guys! What did I miss?” He obviously saw what just happened. That’s what he was waiting for as he hid behind the corner.

Seeing as the sun was setting after going to other rides, you three decided to grab dinner. Kawanishi, the devising friend he is, suggested to eat on the balcony of a restaurant near where the Fantas!a show will be held, since it’ll be crowded; and eating dinner before or after the show will be hectic since they also need to leave early to go to the buses.

Walking in-between the two volleyball players, you spotted a two-story restaurant with a balcony facing the castle. As a bonus, it was a New Orleans style, so you could just imagine the candle lit views while eating dinner.

Dusk was fast approaching, crowds below were rushing to be as close as possible to see the firework and water show. Luckily you guys were up-top with a clear view, and warm food to nibble on.

To lengthen your stay, you guys ate slower and chat about plans after the Academy. Come to find out, all three of you were going to Shiratorizawa High, and the two were scouted by Coach Washijo to play on the team.

Seeing you had an interest, Shirabu started telling you stories and how volleyball works. While a certain honey-haired fella saw the fast-approaching opportunity.

“Oh wow!! That’s so cool!! I wished I watched your games more! It sounds so intense and interesting,” you fawned over.

“W-well you should,” Shirabu blushed.

Oh.

Kawanishi knew.

He was going to say it knowing the implications.

“You should come to our matches when school starts,” he looked away, “and maybe come to my practices…”

(MY PRACTICES?? YES KENJIROU!! SAY IT ALREADY!) Kawanishi thought.

As silence settled over the table, Kawanishi peeked at your visage only to see the same flourishing colors of red from your neck, up. He could only just smirk at himself at how close they were.

“U-uh, yeah, um I’d really like to see you practice Shirabu…”

Looking up he saw you in a cute frazzled state. He knew that you knew what he was implying. And to see this reaction just gave him an idea, a hint that you just might also--

“...Kenjirou. You can call me Kenjirou, especially if you’re going to come to my practices as...,” he said with growing confidence.

Oh my gosh oh my gosh what does this mean??? Crap Y/N say something!!!

Before you could stutter a reply you both whipped your heads to see the onyx skies were painted in booming colors of reds, gold, blues, and an array of colors dissolving in the air.

In awe of the firework show and curious of the water show with holographs in reflection, you mindlessly stood up to get a closer look. The groans of Shirabu’s chair were drowned in the lod music and thunderous booms.

Unbeknownst to both of them Kawanishi stood up to step back a bit, both persons in frame.

After a few moments of gazing, Shirabu turned to the right to see your glossy eyes immense with excitement, a grin so filled with joy that he himself couldn’t stop smiling.

I think I really do…

“Call me Kenjirou, if you’re going to my practices as my girlfriend,” He said loud and clear against your left ear.

Mouth and eyes wide in shock at what he said, “Wait...you want me t-to be your g-girlfriend..?”

He gave you a childish smile before saying, “Well yeah, I realized that I really like you soo...will you be my girlfriend?”

Astounded at what he said you grinned, quickly nodding your head up-and-down, “Yes! Yes! I like you too Kenjirou!”

Overwhelmed in happiness and thrilled he took on the surge of brief confidence to ask you, he grabbed your face in both his hands to meet your soft lips. Surprised at the sudden action, you could only melt afterwards, bringing yourself closer to kiss him back deeper. In celebration of your new relationship, the orchestral music was at their grand finale along with the dazzling bursts of a castle in the sky in glittering gold and pink.

At the now settling sounds you both clearly heard a click, click, click. All to see a proud mom Kawanishi with his found in hand.

“I always knew you guys had a thing for each other.”

[coolgirl]

Jason expert rate Jason’s designs

sorry for being late i was busy with school but now i’m free so to celebrate. jason indulgence.

pre-crisis not robin

very cute. i like that it has a lil more of flair to it? the collar and the lines on the gloves and the shorter cape.. also love it has pants. king rlly king. wonder if they already knew he was gonna be robin anyways or if they were still considering nightbird. anyways, 8/10 bc its cute

pre & post-crisis robin (bc its basically the same)

i mean its a classic.. however it reminds me jason was the only robin who was simply given dick’s clothes rather than like. have an unique look? which sucks. 7/10 middle child syndrome is REAL

post-crisis robin (winter edition)

OKAY NOW THIS. i absolutely love. is it tacky? oh yes without a doubt. i still love the pants and the sleeves. finally winter clothes for this child, especially considering his new titans scene where he was bitching about the costume not being snow proof. he got what he wanted! 9/10

new 52/rebirth costume by

EPIC. IDC I LOVE IT.the circles on his arms and his boots.. the lines on his legs.. i just love it. i love the red mask too… it feels.. not more unique, but feels more jason-y than the other costume. 10/10

NOW. onto older stuff

hush

as u can see im VERY confusion about the pouches and the straps?? why??? whats the purpose.. generally its fine. the white strand moved a nation and i think the chest piece is cool, but everything else.. uglee. like the long as hell jacket and him looking 40 years old like why r u 19 looking like fifty? ugly white man. 5/10

winicks/utrh version

LITERALLY A CLASSIC. i love this costume sooo much. like jason obviously grew out of it, as in it wouldnt make sense for him anymore to go with something like this as his main costume because i feel like this fit the utrh mood (him not veing a vigilante/hero/villain whatver but trying to be a mob boss n shit) and it just. fucks. i love the helmet just being plain with no stupid mouth or nose shape. i simply love it. 10/10

nigthwing

its just. its just the nightwing costume. didnt even try he just stole that from dick. he still rocks it and looks better than dick, and u gotta give him points for accessorizing with his dagger. 7/10

red robin 

im not. a big fan of this costume.. i think the cowl is ugly, it just does not work for someone as big as jason… however i do like why he took this mantle and what it meant.. 6/10 no words head empty. 

oh brother. furryman

ITS SUCH AN UGLY COSTUME. muzzle batman walked so muzzle red hood could run. its just. ugly like ugly. i dont like the ears or again the muzzle or whatever the hell is going on in the arms.. its just so edgy. 5/10

WANNA KNOW WHAT A SEXY EVIL BATMAN COSTUME LOOK LIKE?

Injustice 2 batman

I2 HAD IT IN THE BAG BABY. i like that its like classic batman costume but again! with some jason touches! the red eyes, the electric tiddies making a comeback.. epic genuinely epic. 10/10

and if ur not into evil jason

100% dad ‘i have my life figured out’ batman jason 

just like the nightwing costume this is just. batman costume. nothing special or different from it so its like did u even try? BUT in this scenario it actually means smth that he stuck to bruces costume.. sweet.. but boring. 7/10

speaking of. evil ugly designs. ugh i hate this.

this motherfucker

ive never. ever. felt as humiliated by a costume than thetime jason wore this. like MORTIFYING RLLY. its DISGUSTINGGG. the helmet shape. the fucking WHITE. the SKULL PLEASE WHO DESIGNED THIS WHO HATES ME IN PARTICULAR SO MUCH??? THIS MAN DOES NOT FUCK! HES UGLY! HE STINKS!!!! the red guns are epic that much i can say. LOOK AT THOSE PANS GOD ITS SO HUMILLIATING. 0/10 WORST COSTUME EVER.

HOWEVER. winick and the artist spun GOLD from it, because next time jason wore possibly my favorite costume to date

this motherfucker…2!

like look how much better it looks with a little of swag.. the helmet without eyes.. the belts.. the fucking leather jacket.. keeping the red guns/gloves.. like seriously i dont know a better man. the skull is still awful and i wouldve replaced the white for black and MWAH best costume. like the black part at the top make it all red and the white make it black.. god this jason fucks massively i love him. 11/10 my favorite by a landslide perhaps

new 52/rebirth red hood

OKAY I KNOW theyre slightly different (rebirth has shorter sleeves and a more padded look) but to me its like. same thing. okay i think its.. fine. its not phenomenal but its not ugly.. i like the brown jacket more than the black jacket i have to admit, its more distinctive and i simply like the color more, however i do not.. like jason having the bat symbol.. but thats also a me thing about how badly written this is. anyways. the helmet with the mouth disgusts me and everytime its drawn like that its humilliating. like. 7/10. maybe 7+. when it has the mouth or like nose ANY FACIAL EXPRESSION RLLY its a 5. 

wingman

oh i absolutely despise that helmet. he looks like fucking. terminator. its the ugliest shape ive ever seen and the visor is.. huge. i dont like the shoulder pads either idk what the fuck its going on with the thing around his neck either.. like hes. knockout batman and i HATEEE IT. damians costume slaps tho. i just… its… ugly. like.. 3/10. 

get damian back arc red hood costume

oh im a HUGE fan of this design.i love how his costume is designed in a way thats like. if jason was a dnd character he absolutely would be a tank. the padding, the red undertones everywhere, i just.. love it. i like how all the costumes were done to reflect their personalities you know.. i like this robin red hood hybrid. 9/10 would even say 10/10 bc i just enjoy how gleason draws jason.

red hood/arsenal costume

its like. i dont hate it completely (i love the way the hood+helmet looks) and thats.. yeah thats pretty much all i like about it. i HATEEEE the vest i hate it fr.i hate how huge the sumbol is and idk this costume just does not spark joy. 5/10

outlaw costume

okay this one. this one drives me insane. because like. okay i dig parts of it. i like the lack of sleeves. i like the gloves thingies. i like the hood. i could get aboard him ditching the helmet - it breaks all the damn time anyways. i like the stripes on his pants in the boots. ALL SEPARATE? NEAT. now i hate. hate. the muzzle. like WHY IT LOOKS SO UGLYYY LIKE SO UGLY like unless the artist GETS IT and is SEXY it looks awful. look at this

AWFUL. also like it made sense for when he was on the run and he had to make do and assemble a costume from what he had but like now hes sponsored by lex, get that man a goddamn new suit already please. anyways. 6/10.. like i said i like many elements from it but its still.. kinda ugly all together and depends A LOT on the artist.

three jokers

im torn on this one.. i think its a bit boring.. i dont rlly like the top part, it reminds me SOO much of that one tt issue where he beat the fuck out of tim while wearing a robin costume like i understad the implications of him wearing a costume thats similar to the robin blouse but im not a big fan.. also i prefer the brown leather jacket. its like not his worst costume by far but not the best.. like pretty basic?  i would say 6/10

NOW SOME AUS.

tiny titans & lil gotham

okay these two are like. pretty much the canon versions of robin and red hood HOWEVER they both have details that are different from the original version and DESERVE a mention. the curls on robin jason and jasons red gloves/belt are ICONIC. whoever designed them knew what they were about, so 10/10 best bapy jason.

arkham knight

does the person who designed this know how much theyve done for the lgbt community? i hope they do. i love.. a lot about this costume. i love the ears, i love how techno it is, i love the layers to it.. im.. not a big fan of the whole military thingy but i have to admit that applying it to the design itself is kind of neat.. i love the colors too and how.. practical it is while being. well. kinda dramatic? the whole bat aesthetic.. yeah. i love it. 9/10

arkham red hood

this one.. when u think about it the outlaw version is VEEERY similar to this one: the pants, the hood, the jacket eve. however i like this helmet so much more, i have a weakness for eyeless (??) helmets.. i like the little details of it as well, i remember that pic going around of it being held together with like. fuckign stitches and bandaids. legendary. i love this look, i would say 9+/10

injustice 2 jason

okay gonna go ahead and say it: not a big fan of the helmet. it looks like.. a bug? the lenses do not spark joy. this bitch has many styles and like toners etc and i will no rate them all. i think its a pretty basic design, not the best but not the worst either. like if it was an exam i would make them pass but make faces at what im reading like eeehhhgh. 7/10.

hag jason

middle one is like literally, on the outside and superficial level, just. his usual costume. the jacket and the grey kevlar and the bat. now the gloves are sexy as hell.. and in the whit ebackground one u can appreciate the under costume better and i really like it?? i just.. like the design. I HATE HOWEVER the bat helmet. WHY IS IT HOLLOW?? BITCH HELLO?? AND THE BATMAN SYMBOL DOES NOT MAKE SENSE! and i like things making sense!!!. we will not talk about jason in this book. like.. 8/10. maybe 9 if im feeling it.

hag jason 2: the hagger and the furious

hes just.. a little old man.. he cannot change this.. i like this design. i like seeing jason grow old. wish it wasnt in this context. my father rlly. 8/10

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am i forgetting any jays.. i wont do all animated robins because they all look the same and the one that doesnt i do not like. SO HERES my thoughts..

[zanecosh]

’ ･ﾟ : 👽  : ･.  INTRODUCTION — Zane Wancosh  .･: 👽 :･ﾟ ’

⌠ CHANCE PERDOMO, TWENTY-ONE, CISMALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, ZANE WANCOSH! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in MEDICAL TRAINING; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (sunglasses in every imaginable color, serenading ‘ my heart will go on ‘ loudly at 4 am, finger guns to the pals and the gals). when it’s the (aries)’s birthday on 04/18/1999, they always request their FRENCH FRIES WITH GRAVY from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

tw; drugs, jail/prison ??, alcohol

PAST but not rlly since i always had to mention what it did to him

- Zane was raised in Ottawa, Canada .. something he is very proud of and will mention a billion times as soon as he gets to know someone -- he will also deliberately say ‘ eh ? ‘ to let people know b ut we all know he ain’t sleek !!

- His parents had always been a loving bunch so he grew up receiving so much affection and attention that he now is a little FULL of himself but only because he seeks love and won’t stop until someone provides it for him im srry i didn’t make the law

.- So given his upbringing he’s always been the completely affectionate type, having his hands everywhere all the time and achING for hugs and small things like hand holding or just a pat  on the shoulder like he is seriously convinced that if he doesn’t get at least four hugs a day he will die a painful, lonely death

- So in addition to that, he had always been a very active, youthful and energetic kid which was pretty much something he got from his dad since he sort of kept things playful and always did the best that he could while his mom was on the stricter side but instead knew how to teach him things that were important !!

- So growing up he always made friends very easily because of how open he was ( except that time when he brought this girl home at the age of 7 because he thought she’d make a cool pet ) and because he was always vERY friendly, even if he had a tendency to be too nice at times and just got upset when people didn’t like him ?? which is honestly still the case

- Of course he loved being popular which is kind of his aspiration in most things nowadays?? he seeks to be liked so much it’s sometimes a lil sad but he will legitamately try anything to make you his friend and he wont care if ur bothered because at least then he’ll get a reaction out of you !! but yeah it’s something he never really learned bc he’s used to getting validated from his parents so he genuinely doesn’t COMPREHEND meanness ://

- It was when he was around ten ( 10 )  years old when his dad randomly moved to New York ?? which was honestly super scary to him but his mother assured him that it was for a special job which was definitely weird for him because that was the only thing she ever said when he asked her about his father and ofc zane wasn’t dumb just a little idiotic !!

- They still visited his father often where Zane was able to get to know America and New York a little better, which he definitely enjoyed even though he sort of preferred Canada always because he likes snow a lot and the fact that it kind of melts when you pee on it but anyway he was getting a bit more suspicious as he grew older

- Then on his sixteenth birthday he was able to visit his dad once more to which he then was revealed that his dad was the ring leader of a spy business !! WOW to which Zane was baffled of course bc his dad ??? who tripped over his 7th birthday cake because Zane saw a squirrel and started to chase it ?? exactly !!

- So of course, Zane wanted to start working there !! Not only because of curiosity but school was kind of boring ( ngl ) and he missed his dad a lot so while his mother was not happy about his choice at all she always believed in people doing whatever they wanted so without much time passing the male moved to New York and started working for his father !!

- it was quickly noticiable that Zane wasn’t great at spy work, considering he was incredibly clumsy and was always distracted by everything and almost shot off his left toe ONCE okay it was only onCE !! Anyway his father got a little frustrated with his chaotic energy so he gave him the jobs were he was usually with someone else so they could babysit him which was honestly better for him too bc he could make friends !!

-  So when he was around 19 that’s when he got to know his boy Landon, his main squeeze, one could even say the love of his life ( only he would say that ) but they immediately vibed with Landon being his driver even though they lowkey ended up doing stuff that completely wasn’t what his dad wanted but Zane was honestly just loving life and just doing a bit of shady stuff with his buddies was bonding ??

- HOWEVER NOT ALL THINGS CAN BE SUNSHINE AND CAKE; so they often kind of got into trouble ?? they were good at hiding and sort of running from the cops a couple of times but honestly not that much of a big deal as Zane would say but once upon a time, these assholes rlly got caught ahead of their time to which Landon then got away in time with someone from Gallagher helping while Zane honestly didn’t know what was happening n got caught ??

- To which he then ended up in jail for a year !! love carrying contraband while being high as fuck !! anyway, it was a very self reflecting time . even though he sort of learned nothing ?? anyway not even his dad could bail him out, only shorten the time if he in return joined Gallagher, a school where he would learn how to behave and use his spy knowledge to some good instead of just causing trouble !!

- Which he honestly didn’t vibe with so much because he was kind of scared of these spy kids ?? legit all of them could kill them w a look he wasn’t sure was his dad was thinking but that’s also why he chose medicial training, in order to not get hurt and if he did, he would be able to take care of himself which honestly wasn’t that much of a help when he was about to bonk this girl but ended up hitting his dick against the ground as they rolled around ?? he doesn’t wanna talk about it

- Anyway, he sort of grew into Gallagher for the most part, since he is a very adaptable person in general and was looking forward to making friends with people who were way cooler than him which was honestly a plus !! he just vibing y’all there ain’t no problem at all at all

PERSONALITY & LITTLE QUIRKS

- He’s super chaotic and all over the place, loves talking about anything and everything and sort of philophises over the most mundane things because its fun to talk about life y’all

- He has a super colorful taste in clothing and decoration and is pretty extraordinary in most things in life, whether its sunglasses or flowers on his backpack and shirts and stuff that’s way too big

- Is a slow talker and also doesn’t understand people who talk fast

- Has a habit of interrupting people mid-conversation and doesn’t realize that it could appear rude

- Loves everyone, is also super affectionate and always has an arm around his friends or will at least ask for conSENT bc that matters to him but he will most likely touch u some type of way im sorry

- Probably because he is super fidgety too, he legit has his hands everywhere all the time because he doesn’t like to stay still

- Somewhat of a class clown and certainly does not enjoy studying or any school related work so he’s kind probably always on the verge of failing ?? idk how he does it you guys

- will fist bump you but will also grab your ass

- Just wants to chill most of the time but somehow still always stressed

- Is a party ANIMAL like if there is a party, he’s there and probably drunk and high before the party even starts ?? in general i don’t think he’s been sober a day since he turned 18 who the fuck knows

- Will probably trip and fall everywhere as a drunk but he just laughs about it the second day, like he says if he doesn’t get hurt it won’t be a good party and i honestly worry about him and i’m not sure how he’s still alive

- does the peace sign way too often

- could be considered a sunny boy but since he’s from cold ass Canada he loves snow way much more and the cold for some reason

- has the biggest potty mouth like he doesn’t even realize he’s swearing

- is extremely honest like he will just stand there listening to someone complain and be like well that’s a bitch

-  also huge flirt and also catches feelings fast and will mostly say it outright when he falls for someone like boy has seriously no shame ?? he will feel the heartbreak but he believes he can deal with it better than questioning it all the time and if they feel the same he will just loVE

- he also might be polyamerous he doesn’t know it yet bc he’s never had that many chances but he just likes to love whatever

- his head is everywhere and nowhere at the same time so it’s possible that he doesn’t make sense 80% of the time

- has tattoos that don’t make sense at all, i like to refer pewdiepie or uhhhh what’s his name uhhhh kURTIS CONNER ?? im too lazy to fact check i been writing this for an hour let me be

- knows how to juggle and thinks that’s that probably the coolest skill he’s ever learned

- has two earthworms that he got during a biology project back in high school who have been in his possession for six years now ?? ( i checked they live for four to eight ) he loves them to death ok their names are Niall and Liam ....... ( yes he was an 1D stan don’t confront him about them he’ll cry )

- is very superficial, loves the horoscope and believes in like bad luck and stuff like that, will scold u if u don’t listen to him rant about unlucky things !!

/ @gallagherintro

[sarasfm]

Sarauniya “ Sara ” Davies, 24, pansexual, cisfemale, ISFP Enneagram 9w1; Pisces sun, Sagittarius moon, Pisces rising 1st year Advanced Encryption Major; did not go to a spy prep hs

Imma keep it real with you, chief, I have absolutely no idea what’s going on. I mean, obviously, I know what espionage is ; I’ve read books and articles, and I’ve seen Spy Kids and all the Charlies Angels and James Bond movies, but I genuinely think I need a minute to wrap my head around everything. Make that two weeks, because what’s this I hear about two murders ?  I literally just got sent here to be safe, I — I’m sorry, I’m freaking out. Give me five seconds, and we can start again, because I promise I can totally pretend this is all normal. @gallagherintro​

full name: sarauniya “ sara ” davies

dormitory room: 105

birthday: 20 march 1995

soundtrack: “ go gina ” by sza

favorite dish: efo riro

aesthetic:  when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of light reflecting from her earrings, eyeglasses perched on top of her head, and a caviar iphone always in her hands

Bio Points

her mom’s a nigerian baddie billionaire & her dad’s a soft academic brit

she grew up between london and abuja where their family’s business is based. it’s a trading enterprise, the largest industrial conglomerate in sub-saharan africa

she’s the eldest of three siblings, was raised to be prim & proper and groomed to run their family’s business. her family’s not pushy though and they’re really cool. very healthy dynamic so she doesn’t mind ; she loves her fam and would do it w a smile !

Coding is her Passion though. total dork. stayed up all the time just sleuthing and being an internet geek since she was a youngin’

loves education and is the type who would willingly stay in school to learn. has a degree in economics from harvard and was almost done with her mba when her littlest sister got abducted !  was it about business ? money ? who knows ! the sister’s fine now but her family sure is Scared especially since sara’s alone in the big bad united states

her mom made some calls and went “ gimbiya, look, u aint safe n we sorry. we’ll work something out to make sure u get ur mba degree somehow but shit is wild so we gotta get u somewhere near that’s safe asap. u like studying & ur a geek with computers right ? cool beans, go back to school & welcome to gallagher, babe ”

she enters gallagher in the middle of the spring semester very overwhelmed & inwardly ignoring how unhappy she is about having to be here bc she is not & does not want to be a spy. she just tryna distract herself by looking at this entire thing as a weird vacation where she can do stuff she wasn’t able to before because it’s literally detached from the world. she is mostly probably in way over her head, but let’s see ! 

Other Information

Nicknames: Sara (to everyone), gimbiya (to family, means princess in Hausa)

Languages: English (native), Hausa (native), Arabic (C1), French (B2)

Strengths: is money a strength ? also coding. and being the sweetest. and a general smartypants but that’s in a university setting & gallagher probably doesnt give a fuck

Relationship History: only has one (1) experience. ( well,,, 2 if a three-second drunken kiss w kass counts ) his name’s royce and they’ve known each other since their bougie secondary school back in britain. started dating at sixteen and went to harvard together. they’re long term as fuck. he’s like her best friend and their families adore the couple & each other. got engaged last september and sara broke it off before leaving for gallagher, oof. she deadass milked the opportunity but lbr she wasnt rlly Feeling It so she’s kinda glad for the ‘valid reason’ to appear bc it rlly wasn’t Love for sara so boy bye

Physical appearance: 1.76m, 55kg, long black hair, slim and toned build

Classes: GEN 105, GEN 206, AE 101, AT 101, PE 101

Personality

the sweetest. v charming & sensitive to others & curious about things. enthusiastic too ! loves adventures & is very passionate. queen of empathy. 

she’s not stuck up even tho she loaded. she doesnt rlly talk abt her family having 12B or the fact that she’s an ivy league girl, bc she’s just generally very uwu 

easily stressed and flustered and overwhelmed ! man, gallagher’s gonna shook this goddamn academic dork to her core for the love of god someone pls get the aed ready

rlly fun !!! can be a lil unpredictable bc it b lyk dat for rich girls. loves her independence which she hasn’t maximized bc of her ex fiancé & responsibilities but it’s chill so chill totally chill, no ounce of further longing exists in the crevices of this girl’s heart

she is so not good with confrontation and is so allergic to conflict ok. she will sweep discomfort under a rug and lie on it ‘til it’s flat which makes her a queen of repression & conforming

is she easily overwhelmed & stressed ? yes, but she’ll try not to show it so much. it’s all mostly an internal monologue so don’t underestimate her pls. she’s v smart and competent. can be so competitive ( albeit mostly inwardly ) and a boss ass business bitch like her business momma bc that’s what she’s been training for altho she is still generally a soft bab so ... yeah, if u would be so kind as to Estimate her, that’d be grand

she needs to always be on top of her game. maybe not the best in the class, but definitely pushes herself to be her best, so a lot of late nights studying & won’t settle for bad grades ever. gonna be rough in gallagher bc she is not spy material ok, she’s just a pretty rich geek behind a computer

just imagine her as the nice girl in ur ap classes who’s a lil awkward & just so happens to be super hot & stinking rich

Fun Facts

has a six-month old rescue pup named sooty ! who kinda looks like a sheparnese

has a tendency to ramble if she’s comfy w u enough or mayhaps if it’s too much man 

is v diligent w keeping a journal & does it everyday 

likes to dance ! not super good but she likes it. hits da clubs for dat shit 

is a lil instagram famous bc she’s a gorgeous rich harvard girl & all that jazz. queen of selfies & of looking hot but doesn’t actually get to play around rip ffff 

doesn’t drink much bc she is an extreme lightweight and 2 is her tap out limit

if she’s had more than 2 drinks, she is Very Honest but still very ramble-y 

she is physically active but mostly just runs and does yoga. knows very basic self-defense. is not sporty, definitely not a fighter, may god have mercy on her soul

isnt a virgin but is not sexually experienced lmao lbr she kinda Itching to get out there 

don’t ask me what her accent is because i have no clue it’s all over the place

Established Connections — just bc i think y’all would like to know

kassandra sutton — internet friends ! loves kass to bits. have known each other since sara was 14. when kass was 18, sara took her on a grad trip to montreal and became a lil lowkey into her. doesn’t help that kass drunk kissed her & doesn’t remember lmfao. poor sara told her then-bf & they had a lil fight but they made up bc sara didn’t talk to kass for months. eventually they became friends again & now sara’s in gallagher w no idea that kass is a mf sutton & honestly, my girl is just very shook w everything 

Possible Connections

crushes — she does not know how to flirt. she is ,,,, p pathetic tbh but a real heckin cutie. will be super nice to ur bab ok  

flirtationships — sara and i r gonna continue to keep it real w u chieves, her ex fiancé royce was vanilla and bland as fuck. can u believe she has not been single in a decade ? ? someone give her love & attention & fluster this soft innocent child. get her Experienced but also dont hurt her

enemies/angst !!! —  or maybe do ! maybe hurt her. maybe obliterate her. maybe smash her poor heart to pieces, because tbh i would love that.  so someone pls for the love all things holy and divine, someone hurt her !!!!

fwb — probably just one (1) bc she’s still a romantic ? and she’s probably gonna want something exclusive even if it’s no strings attached and will surely want to ,.,. get to know them a little bit more first ,,, at least ideally , idk , maybe impulse & thirst gets the better of her one of these days who knows lets find out !

friends !!! — sara will love u ok. she may be a lil easily flustered but she’s doesn’t rlly give up on ppl quickly. as i’ve said, queen of empathy. probs feels v sorry for majority of the gallagher & georgetown kids bc, .,.,., this environment just screams highkey Trauma to her and she’s valid bc she’s right

mentors !!! — she hates feeling dumb ok she Always has to be on top of her game, so u can bet ur ass after her first meetings in her classes she goes to ppl going “ hey could u help me out w working out ? boxing ? firing a gun ? literally everything & anything ? ”   

anything & everything — meaning just come @ me & let’s talk about it uwu 

( did i just create georgina’s antithesis ? fuck yes, and i am sooo excited to have a child that’s not always plotting & scheming & being mean like y’all have no idea ;_; nywy, that was long bc shutting up and brevity are things i do not possess. whats up it’s ur og flower garden girl rose here aka bugleweed aka fiancée of many and lover of all, and i am open to anything and everything ! just drop an IM or hit dat like & ill slide in ur dmz w love, plots & sanitized hands x )

[angelformed]

tbh i always thought of myself as someone who’s comfortable with being alone, and for the most part i still do but.

when i read the art of loving there was this quote that i found really interesting and it resonated a lot “the panic of complete isolation can be overcome only by such a radical withdrawal from the world outside that the feeling of separation disappears - because the world outside, from which one is separated, has disappeared.”

like i’m really good at entertaining myself. i’m comfortable with that, ik i wont get bored with myself, ik what to do to keep myself occupied i guess. and it’s not that im doing anything to consciously avoid my thoughts, not at all but like, when you get in the habit of mindless scrolling that’s just kind of a byproduct of that anyway? like tiktok literally numbs ur mind its crazy. and also, when i was younger i did have pretty good habits of self reflection, and although those habits have dwindled to a muchh smaller scale i still see myself as that type of person, even if i don’t rlly have the proof to support that as much these days.

another thing - yea i could be comfortable with isolation but the biggest pattern i did notice is that when loneliness did set in, it was always when this little ‘me’ bubble burst and i realised that living like this isn’t normal, & that other people aren’t like this    (+++ the fact that no matter how comfortable u are w loneliness, loneliness isnt a natural way for humans to live we need community blah blah blah anyways) but yea... perhaps i will use tunglr as diary more often this way fun kisses to all my fans

so yea self awareness is everything i need to be more conscious .. just in general, to move and go about the world in a more present way, with myself, let myself hear my own thoughts, etc etc... that type of behaviour trickles down n nourishes every part of ur life #yassss lets go ok cool

[sophia1644]

Hot Water

Pairing: Theo x Reader (bc I'm theo trashhh) Warnings: swearing, blood and mentions of injuries, not quite smut but flirting, nakedness and undressing, couple being in a bath together (but not like smutty, it's actually rlly fluffy) (but at one point it's kind of heated so yeah) Summary: Y/N gets worried that Theo forgot about their plans, but it turns out he got hurt badly somehow while with the Pack. So, Y/N being the amazing girlfriend she is, helps give him a bath to clean off all the dirt and blood all over him. A/N: can we just all take a moment of appreciation for tHEO rAEKEN. like seriously, this boy is finally being brought into the Pack and I'm LiViNg for it. Hope you enjoy this cute little fic I wrote today and thx for 100 notes on the last one ;) HOT WATER I sigh, standing in front of the mirror, just staring at my reflection. The bags starting to form under my eyes were absolutely hideous. I'd been up since 10 pm waiting for Theo, who said he'd be here by then. I reach out, over the bathroom sink, grabbing my phone and looking at the time. 1:47 am, and still no sign of him. I was honestly starting to get worried. It wasn't like him to forget about plans, and on the rare occasion that it did slip his mind, as soon as he remembered he would send me a text. But, no, no text. I start getting restless, my mind reaching crazy impossibilities like he'd been captured by Gerard or maybe Scott stopped thinking he'd changed from his old ways and just killed him. I shake my head, dismissing the ideas that were clouding my common sense. My unsteady hand moves forward, grasping the sink handle and pulling it, a stream of water pouring down the spout. I cup my hands together, bending over and splashing the pool of water into my face. I pull out the top drawer below the sink, retrieving my hairbrush and beginning the task of calming the wild strands splaying across my head. It kept me busy for a while, until the thoughts of Theo came flooding back into my mind. I click the power button of my phone on again, seeing that it was now 3 am. I gave in, tapping onto his contact and pressing his phone number. No answer. I try again. No answer. I groan, pushing both of my hands into my hair, combing it back. My brows lift and my eyes light up. Before I can rethink my action, I dial Scott's number. It rings once, my foot tapping impatiently. It rings again, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. "Y/N?" A panicked voice asks. "Scott? What's wrong?" I ask, hearing some wailing in the background, and the terrible engine of Roscoe. "Y/N, we're coming over to your place right now!" Scott shouts, the worry in his voice making my anxiety rise. "Scott-" I begin, but he hangs up. I look at my reflection with wide eyes, hoping that nothing too bad had happened. I leave the bathroom, going down the hall to my bedroom and throwing on one of Theo's oversized t-shirts over my nightgown. I call out for my parents, but no one answers, meaning they decided to book a hotel room instead of driving an hour back home. Thank god for weekly date night. I rush down the wooden staircase, my heart pounding as I open my front door. I'd rather sit on the front steps, basking in the moonlight, where I could see the blue Jeep pull up, rather than wait inside. After what feels like forever in the warm, summer air, I hear a car driving down the far end of my street. I perk up, standing to peer over the bushes blocking my view. I let out a breath I was holding in, feeling the happiest I've ever been, seeing that worn down Jeep. Stiles parks Roscoe dead in front of the path that leads to where I'm standing, Scott jumping out, even before it fully stops. He runs to me, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He grabs onto my shoulders with his hands. "He'll heal, okay? Just remember that," he whispers. "What?" I query, my hands shaking. I wiggle my way out of his grasp, looking over his shoulder, physically weakening at the sight. Theo stands limply, wincing as Malia and Stiles try to help him get into the house. My breathing quickens, Lydia emerging from behind him, running over to me and wrapping me in a hug. "It'll be okay," she whispers. I take in a deep breath, managing to nod in response. As he gets closer, my eyes trail over the rips in his clothes, the gashes in his chest, and how he's basically covered head to toe in blood. His cool blue eyes meet mine, in a sort of determination, his movements becoming faster. He reaches me with the help of Stiles and Malia, Stiles moving so that I can take his place. I gently lift Theo's arm over my shoulder, trying my hardest to not break at how hard he's trying to conceal his pain from me. I don't care about the droplets of bright red dripping down his face as I kiss his cheek. "Are- they h-" his voice is hoarse, so I stop him, my hand resting on his chest. "Stop pushing yourself," I whisper soothingly, knowing that him trying to talk right now, was not going to help anyone. "And no, my parents aren't home. They're staying at some hotel for the night." He gives me a forced smile, and I motion to upstairs, silently asking if he thinks he can reach the top. Being who he is, he nods firmly. "Okay, let's just take it slow," I whisper and he nods again. Malia lets go of his right side, so he can grip onto the railing himself, but I stay by his left side, taking each step slowly with him. "There you go," I encourage. "Only two more steps till the top." He groans, pausing and taking in a sharp breath. "You know I love you, right?" He states through uneven breathing. "You have no idea how much I love you," I retort. His eyes scan my features and I grin, urging him to keep going. "Raeken, you're not quitting on me now," I laugh weakly. At my words, he takes the last two steps, reaching the top and falling into me. I gasp, but quickly regain my own balance to hold him up. I guess those workouts he forced me to do with him, actually came in handy. Scott, who was walking close behind us the whole way up the stairs, clutches onto the other side of him. Theo grunts at the impact, but gives Scott a thankful smile. "The bathroom," I say. "I need to get him washed up." They nod as we make our way down the hall, the trail of dark red liquid seeping into the carpet. I pray those stains will come out or else I won't hear the end of it from my mom, not even mentioning how to explain how the crazy amount of blood got there in the first place. (Maybe lying and saying I had a huge nosebleed. No? Okay.) I let go of Theo, creaking the bathroom door open to let Scott haul him inside. Scott softly helps Theo down onto the floor as I run to my room to grab a few towels. I return with the layers of cloth stacked in my hands, when Scott stops me outside of the bathroom by grabbing onto my forearm. "Are you good to deal with this on your own?" He questions. I scoff, patting him on the back. "If anyone can deal with Theo, it's me." "True," Scott laughs. "We'll all be just a phone call away." "Yeah!" Malia yells from downstairs. I chuckle light-heartedly, thanking Scott for helping while the rest of the Pack leaves. "Anytime." He kisses me on the top of my hair, in the brotherly way he always did, saying a goodbye, and closing the front door behind him. I turn back to Theo, who's propped his back up against the wall while sitting on the cold tile. I kneel down next to him, giving him a sad smile, dropping the towels onto the floor beside me. "What the hell happened?" I query. Theo chuckles humorlessly, shaking his head. "Trust me, you don't want to know." I bite back my questions, knowing to fix him up, then interrogate him after. I take ahold of the hem of his shirt, looking up at him. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?" "Trust me, Y/N," he remarks. "Whenever you take off my shirt, it's far from hurting me." My jaw drops and I slap his arm lightly. He raises his arms in mock defense, the wince from it not going unnoticed by me. "Just saying," he laughs. "Raeken you're very lucky that you're injured right now." "The person in pain would say otherwise." I roll my eyes, going back to the task at hand. Theo helps me by raising his arms, him wincing too many times for my comfort, as I pull the fabric upwards as fast as possible over his head, exposing his toned chest. I take the time to examine his wounds carefully, my thumb grazing over a gash that makes Theo take in a sharp breath. "Sorry," I apologize, widening my eyes and tenderly grabbing his jaw in my hand, rubbing his cheek with the pad of my thumb. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. "It's okay, just finish undressing me." "Normally, we're in different circumstances when you say those words." "Oh, trust me I know," he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows wildly at me, causing me to stifle a laugh. I stand up, putting my hands out to help him up as well. He's hesitant at first, but eventually grabs on. I surprise both myself and him when I'm able to hoist him up with little help on his part. "Fuck," he says incoherently. "How did I now just realize how hot you look in my shirt?" Heat rises to my cheeks as quickly as he utters those words, resulting in a smug look on his face from how he was capable of making me blush with only a few words. I bend down, still a bit flustered, undoing the button and zipper on his jeans, my fingers digging into the waistband and pulling them down. I start the bath, pushing the knob all the way to the hottest temperature, just how Theo liked it. Countless mornings had taught me that, along with how he enjoyed his pancakes with an ungodly amount of syrup. Theo's fingers hook beneath the thin material of his boxers, but I stop him. "Let me," I breathe. A smirk plays across his lips as he looks down at me, but I ignore him. I pull down his last article of clothing, and shimmy under his arm to help him into the bath tub. He sighs in relief when his foot hits the water, the rest of his body easily following. Within milliseconds, his whole body is submerged under the hot water, except for his shoulders and up, an expression of euphoria plastered on his face. The mirror above the sink starts steaming up when I remember something. "I'll go get some bath salts," I say, knowing that they helped me relax, so it wouldn't hurt for him to test them out. "Okay, just come back quick." My mouth turns upwards at his neediness, finding it really cute. I close the distance between us, bending down and pushing back the messy hair on the top of his head. I plant a wet kiss on his forehead, my hand trailing down to his cheek, Theo brushing his lips against the palm of my hand in response. I pull away from him, the warmth abruptly disappearing without his touch. I go into my room to get the pink salts, returning almost immediately. I pour some of them into the bath, at the far end of the tub. I sit down on a yellow towel laying on the floor right beside Theo, shamelessly staring at the beautiful boy soaking in front of me. Even with dried blood caking parts of his brown hair, he looks damn good, and I kind of hate him for it. His thick brows are a deep brown, complementing his strikingly bright blue eyes. His rosy lips were another story; just the thought of them against my own made butterflies erupt in my stomach. The dark stubble dotting along his jawline, that often rubbed against my cheeks, made me tremble a bit. Every part of this boy was breathtaking and I knew there'd never be a day that I would get tired of the sight. "Y/N," Theo mumbles, his eyelids still shut. "Stop staring," he teases, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his blue eyes open to focus in on me. "Am I not allowed to check my boyfriend out?" I ask, dipping my hand in the water and splashing his face. His jaw slacks, looking at me with wide eyes before splashing me back. "Theo!" I squeal, my clothes getting completely drenched. "Sorry, but payback's a bitch," he jokes. I scoff, pealing the wet t-shirt off of me. Theo's eyes rake over my body, his tongue skimming over his lips, his posture straightening. "You're going to kill me," he growls. I furrow my brows, looking down and realizing that the slip I was wearing was a little more translucent than I thought, especially because of how soaked it was. I smirk, my hands twirling all the strands of my hair on top of my head, creating a messy bun. My eyes stay glued on Theo the whole time, watching him devour my every movement. "Now who's staring?" I tease, my hands resting on my hips triumphantly. "If it weren't for me being in pain every second I move, you would be so paying for wearing that thing. Or rather, lack of." "You're drooling, Raeken." "Please come in here with me," he begs, splashing the water around as he moves to make room for me, wincing at the motion. "I'll have to think about it," I say while pursing my lips, looking up at the ceiling, and feigning deep in thought. "Please," he groans. I laugh, but fall for those puppy eyes of his when I look back at him. They were my all time weakness when it came to him. I honestly believed that those things could stop wars. "Okay," I agree, his eyes lighting up. "But, only to scrub you down." Theo smiles as my right foot dips into the tub behind him, the water rippling. I sink into the hot bath, squeezing my legs on either side of him and getting a perfect view of the expanse of skin that was Theo's back. His hands find my thighs, his fingers swirling designs over the delicate skin. I extend my arm out of the bath, clutching the body wash. I put a dollop of the soap in my hands, rubbing the product to create some bubbles. I know a lot of girls enjoyed abs, but the muscles that flexed as my hands rubbed into Theo's back were way too underrated. I massaged the apple-scented foam into his shoulder blades, a contented sigh leaving Theo's mouth, his body relaxing more with every passing second. "Feel good?" I ask, my hands pausing. He reaches behind himself, grabbing onto my hand and pushing it against his shoulder again. "Don't stop," he mumbles and I obey. This goes on for a while until his whole back is clean of any dirt or blood, his eyes closed in a state of bliss. "Can you lean back for me?" I whisper, him complying swiftly, his bare back flush against my chest, his body comfortably settled between my legs. I begin rubbing the product into his torso, feeling the faint heartbeat under my fingers. Theo turns his head a little, his mouth capturing my neck, sucking at some places while just leaving pecks at others. I notice that his gashes and scratches were already at the later stages of healing, so he was perfectly able, at this point, to do this himself, but I couldn't stop, because he just looked so happy; how his dark eyebrows were raised slightly, how the corners of his lips upturned, and how he lay kisses on any part of me that was exposed to him. I finish lathering him with the body wash, squeezing the shampoo into my hands. Theo had a massive thing for me running my fingers through his hair; he practically begged me to do it whenever we were together. So, the moment my nails scratch delicately against his scalp, he lets out a guttural moan. "Fuck," he murmurs, my fingers running through his soft brown hair, wondering who was enjoying this more. "I honestly don't deserve you," he states, giving me a genuine smile. I laugh, tugging his hair back gently so that I could give him a chaste kiss on his cheek. Even after I finished washing him up and all his wounds healed, we stayed in the hot water, his back against me as I played with his hair, his lips on my neck every once and a while. "You still haven't told me why you ended up like this," I say, my brows knitting together. Theo bites the corner of his lip, turning to face me and shrugging. This boy was something else.