#it definitely feels like the two of them have an almost artful way of fighting

[lovecatsys]

Akihiro and Laura have such similar fighting styles, they're both thinner and taller than Logan which allows for more fluid motions and they come off as super graceful. Meanwhile Logan and Gabby are short and stubby

[cherubfae]

how they cuddle || slashers x reader

With Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Billy and Stu, Art the Clown, Vincent, Bo, Lester, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman, Thomas Sawyer

tags: AFAB reader (not specified), cuddling, affection, rz!Mikey, art is his own warning lmao, terrifier 2 spoilers, little spoon!slashers, nightmares (Sal), comfort, poly!Ghostface, I low-key rant about art in Vin's lmao

Michael

Exhaustion isn't something he's used to feeling so heavily in his bones. He feels the heavy weight rippling across his broad shoulders and spiraling down his spine in white hot pain. He's not a tame being, but he is a bit more docile in the months before and after Halloween. His knife doesn't thirst for blood quite as much as on the 31st.

Seeing you in your bed is a welcomed sight. Michael doesn't say much more than the soft grunt of acknowledgement as he sheds his coveralls from his dirt-caked skin. He has a lovely warm bath that loosens all the tight muscles of his lower back. You'll have his head later for leaving a ring of grime in the tub; Mikey doesn't care about that right now.

The fresh sheets are so comfortable, accepting them fully as Michael tucks his face into your side. His recently cut hair is still long enough to form a fringe curtain over his grey eyes.

Jason

Softly leans his chin to your shoulder. Depending on how far along you two are into your relationship, Jason might feel comfortable enough to have his mask removed. He's aware the material probably doesn't feel too pleasant being pressed to the side of your face or lightly digging into your skin.

His arms wind around your waist, happily sighing as he leans himself against you. Jason also doesn't mind if you switch things up and hold him in return, stroking the top of his head softly.

Brahms

If there's a way where he can wind his body around yours, Brahms will find it. He definitely likes keeping you away from all of the noise of the world, and while he's not mega happy about it, he knows you need trips into town sometimes. He likes seeing what kind of food items you bring back because the meals you make are simply delicious!

After dinner and bathing, Brahms snuggles beside you, clinging to you like you've been gone for ages. The chill of his porcelain biting into your skin as he happily huffs behind it. He's so glad to have you. <3

Billy and Stu

The pair are constantly together, if not with you, then they're almost always flanking each other's sides. The other is often not far from the first. Adding you into their duo to form a trio didn't change much of their dynamic. Instead of the two boys slinking around, they've got you as their third and final confidant.

Billy isn't the most touchy-feely person-- that's what he likes to claim. He doesn't really know how to ask for the things that he wants. He's different to Stu in the way that he's silent when you press your hand to the brunette's cheek, smiling as his eyelids flutter closed. Subconsciously leaning into your touch, chasing the feeling when you pull away.

Stu likes to be what he calls the mega spoon. It's him behind you, snuggled at your back, and with Billy pressed close to your chest still too proud to say that he enjoys being taken care of as the little spoon. You three make a nice, lovely three-person sandwich. Even when lying down, you're in the center with the boys wrapped around you like snakes. There is no them without you; you are their missing piece.

Art

This man is mostly, if not always, within your personal space. 'It's not yours, it's ours'. Art is rarely a being ever to break character or change out of his damned costume, and his hygiene is quite questionable sometimes; though he does in fact bathe and wash his suit. Just not often.

He's a man of very few words, especially when he's deep into his clown character and doing what he does best. Being immortal has its advantages, but his fight with Sienna really put him through the ringer. Art was decapitated! What a riot.

With his strength slowly returning to him, Art is always almost underfoot. In your bubble, seeing what you're doing. Snuggling up to you in a rare moment where his costume is off, leaning his head into your chest with an exhausted expression. It seemed that Pale Girl was allowing him some respite with you for a bit.

Vincent

He is a busy man, constantly sculpting and creating. His sketchbooks are filled to the absolute brim of beautiful works of art in all sorts of mediums: charcoal, graphite, watercolor, and ink. You're his muse, his favorite subject of which his art circulates. There's something so breathtaking about you, minute details that only an artist can see within people. An eternal, everlasting beauty.

Vincent is quick to jot down the rough outline of your sleeping form resting against Jonesy. He's smiling behind the wax mask, skilled fingers shading the crease of your eyelids then moving to sketch the curve of your Cupid's bow. When he felt it was finished enough for now, Vincent sets his book aside in favor of crawling into bed beside you.

His broad frame dwarfs yours as he curls his body around yours, his large hands slide beneath your sweater pressing across your tummy. Vincent really adores you, you know?

Bo

Not much of a cuddler, but if you get especially pouty about it Bo will roll his eyes and tug you to him. He can be a major asshole but he doesn't like seeing his baby upset.

He tucks you beneath his strong arm, his mechanic's hat resting on top of the back of the sofa. Waiting for you to settle down doesn't take long as you're soon drifting off with your head on his chest, focusing on his hand placed on your knee; gently stroking the skin there. His eyes begin to droop, feeling heavy. Cradling the back of your neck, Bo allows himself to drift off, too.

Lester

Long days certainly do get to him sometimes. Tiring him out something awful. He's prepared enough roadkill and deer for his brothers and you, enough to satiate any hunger for the time being until he finds time to run into the nearby town again.

Lester finds you lounging in his bed with Jonesy, Vincent must be working hard and the pup sought out attention where she could. He had no idea where Bo was or whatever the hell he was up to.

Collapsing onto the bed, Lester sighs deeply when you immediately comb your fingers through his messy short hair. He's out like a light soon after.

Sal Fisher

Poor guy has so much going on that sometimes he just wants to crash and sleep for one-thousand years. He doesn't sleep well on the best of days, plagued by frequent nightmares that not even the warmth and comfort of your sleeping form beside him can quell.

Another nightmare yanks Sal out of a fitful sleep. One that has him patting the sheets, searching for you. The heat of your skin against his hands sends a calming peace over him. He's scooping your sleeping form in his arms, his face hidden in your neck. Sal gives a weak smile as you snuggle into him. He focuses on your even breathing, allowing himself to fall asleep soon after.

Thomas

It's incredibly hot on the best of days in Duller County, the Sawyer family set up several oscillating fans that constantly work overtime without a proper functioning air conditioning unit.

Even the lackluster cool breeze and the sweltering Texan heat aren't enough to have Tommy pulling you into his lap and nuzzling his masked face into your hair.

You're much smaller than him. It gives Tommy a sense of pride knowing that he's your big, strong protector. :)

Patrick

He is such an enigma, a contradiction. Patrick isn't much of a cuddler or snuggler but he wants to play the role of being a dutiful partner. He is quick to become a jealous lover if you were to find someone else to give you attention while he's fretting over what sort of shade of cream or white Paul Allen's next business card will have.

A prideful, vain being such as himself would never admit how much he truly does enjoy having your curl up next to him. The warmth your body exudes is a comfort, one he finds him seeking out more and more even though your relationship is still within its earlier stages. Patrick hates that he finds himself being so undone by you, but he can't find it within himself to stop either. There's something inside of you that his fervent bloodlust can't be satisfied by.

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[parkjayssi]

✦ PAC : THEY ARE THE POEMS I WRITE ABOUT

few facts about your future spouse

like & rb if resonates

i'm a beginner in tarot so please take everything with a grain of salt

it is a general reading so only take what resonates

do not copy or steal my work

☁️ | pile one!

pile one, seems like your fs have quite a vivid and imaginative mind. they are constantly having new ideas and love to invent/ create new things. i see them being obsessed with some form of arts.

they like being stable. they don't necessarily think money can buy happiness but they definitely want to create a stable future for them and their family. this can also mean being stable in every form. emotionally, physically, materialistically etc..

they really work hard for what they want, pile one. in fact the constant dedication is their biggest plus point and also their worst. they work hard to the point it's taxing and affecting them in every way.

pulling a suit of pentacles confirms it that they definitely are the epitome of stability. also they really like travelling. they like discovering new places and getting on touch with their creative side through travelling.

☁️ | pile two!

seems like they are quite a smart person, pile two. they have the wits of an owl and are quite mature when it comes to their perspective on almost everything.

possibly work in the business field. they are quite street smart and it works well with jobs that require leadership and co-operation. could also travel a lot because of their work. with the suit of wands it confirms it that they are quite dedicated to their work.

they are from foreign lands. this could be as small as a different city to as large as a different continent entirely. for most of you, it could be a different state from yours.

they seem the type to fight hard for what they want but can be just as easily demotivated if they don't have any support by their side. words of affection really cheer them up.

they are quite straightforward about how they feel and will not sugarcoat their words. they really believe in honesty is the best policy. seems like they also like talking a lot about deep topics. seems like sapiosexual for some of you.

☁️ | pile three!

a bundle of energy with a fearless attitude is who your fs is, pile 3. they have a pretty optimistic mindset and believe in hoping for better. they aren't scared of facing the problems head on AT ALL .

they easily suffer from burn-out. seems like they are an introvert and tend to lose their energy quickly. definitely needs alone time to recharge. although, whenever they really are passionate about something and put their mind onto it, they tend to succeed.

they tend to escape reality a lot but not in a way you expect anyone to. tends to think a lot on how they can improve further whenever they do so. self-discovery is a major part of their life so they are always in their head about it

they seem quite sensual. they enjoy the finer things in life and take time to appreciate them. they are the type to stop and enjoy the fragrance of flowers while passing through the flower shop.

they seem to have a bright energy. something about their smile instantly heals you. it's like they hold the sun within their smile and makes you feel instantly better.

[greenandsorrow]

~Her man child~

Headcanons 📺

Vox is the definition of a manchild and I think it's kinda obvious.

He's the mean kind, acting with so much spite, sometimes without it being necessary or justified.

He NEEDS to be taken seriously. He tries so hard, blurring the lines between respect, fear and tolerance.

But when you two are alone... the telly-head man is a whiny boy.

He complains like it's a form of art. You can't help but roll your eyes playfully when he lets out a too loud sigh, but after doing so you're always ready to give him all the reassurance and attention he desperately craves.

Your man prefers being the little spoon. He's like a lap cat.

If anyone finds out about his cuddly nature, he's gonna die a second time...

Vox feels the need to constantly prove himself to Velvette and Valentino, but with you he feels safe. He can be overly emotional. And weak. And needy.

Very needy.

If you're not somewhere behind the camera admiring him and boosting his confidence, his day is ruined.

Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy.

In the mornings he doesn't even turn on his screen... settling for the protection setting instead.

You have to be patient with him.

Bring him a steaming cup of coffee and hug him from behind and he might as well start giggling like a schoolgirl.

He's too sensitive for harsh jokes. Being in Hell means ONLY dark and cruel humour, but Vox can't take it sometimes.

His ego is fragile.

In order to feel loved, Vox has to be showered in extravagant compliments on a daily basis. Whether it's about his appearance, his job, his amazing and very interesting personality... He needs them.

When you tell him he's better than the radio demon.... he literally gets rock hard.

Vox is in a constant dilemma between showing you off for all Pentagram City to know you're his, or keeping you secret.

It's the same as a boy with his favourite toy. If other kids see his toy, he's gonna have to share.

What if someone steals his favourite toy?! Or even worse... BREAK IT?!

That being said, he doesn't objectify you, but he's terrible at showing affection or appreciation.

He's gonna be there for you, help you with anything you need, laugh with you, spend quality time with you. Still, deep communication is a difficult subject for him.

Thank god you're observant enough to catch all the messages he tries to pass to you.

Such an attention seeker though.

Have you ever seen a six year old trying to impress his crush?

Just look at Vox trying to woo you. It's the same thing.

But he's not that bad... His self-esteem is an obstacle alright, but he becomes a rug for you to step on and use as you wish most of the time.

Vox would definitely go out of his way if you asked something from him. You're his rock. It's the least he can do.

The guy even whimpers in his sleep.

Vox loves to fill his hands with your thighs when it's bed time. They're warm and soothing to him, like stress toys. Being a walking television has its disadvantages temperature wise.

He would bend you over and take you in front of a mirror so he could see himself while at it, but he hasn't done so yet. He wants to ask you beforehand and make sure it won't make you feel weird.

Vox is easy to rile up. A breathy compliment and a squeeze of his thigh and he's more than ready to go.

He doesn't actually feel dominant, but he tries to act like it. This Vee member has the stereotype man = dominance engraved in his subconsciousness and so he fights to live up to it.

But between you and me... Treat him like an inexperienced and innocent boy and he'll be crying out in pleasure.

Aka... be a femdom. Even a soft one. You won't even have to try that much.

Another thing. Vox is loud. (Like his name implies 🫣)

He also pants a lot. Almost like he's hyperventilating.

Unlike Alastor, this man is very insecure about both his performance and... size.

I'm not saying he's lacking in either though. It's just how his mind works. Always comparing himself to his opponents and in this case, his opponents are other men that could perhaps satisfy you more thoroughly than him.

Allow me to say that he fucks in an anxious way. Hands shaking and his mantra "Does that feel good to you darling?"

You just need to praise him a little. (A lot)

He doesn't last that long but he'll be sure to rub your clit so you don't either.

When it gets too real, he tears up at the end, like a baby that's holding back from crying. But you're there to hold him until he calms down.

He's usually too tired (and still nervous) afterwards for proper aftercare. Vox likes to be babied though. It's more personal attention after all.

Oh to be cleaned up and tucked to bed! Only then will he feel comfortable enough to run his fingers through your hair and mumble a faint thank you.

Vox's head has a bit of an awkward shape for cunnilingus. However, he has a surprisingly long tongue that can reach more than enough to have you moaning out how good of a boy he's being.

He usually cums in his pants while eating you out.

And when you return the favour it's usually to relieve his stress at work. He feels like a teenager when you do it. It's an act of service, really.

He low-key fucks your face, not enough to choke you but you do gag around him. It makes him feel in control. It makes him feel like a man.

To sum up, Vox is a bit dependent on you and on your validation, but he would never hurt you or become too overbearing.

He's needy, but not stupid.

He is the definition of a manchild and I think I proved my point.

But he's your manchild sis!

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[batterygarden]

this heart is mine (ɔ˘ ³(ˆ◡ˆc)

contents: shin x fem & afab! reader, violence and minor body horror (not on shin/reader), established relationship, explicit smut (hand job, facial, fingering, p in v, creampie), size kink + slight pain, public sex (abandoned shopping mall), dubcon because shin says he doesn't wanna do it out in the open but you still do, mild and v teasing degradation from shin, he calls you bug as a pet name haha, ab 2.3 k words

a/n: at last, my dorohedoro brain rot has come to fruition. noi is not mentioned here because I ship shinoi in such a monogamous soulmate way that this fic has to exist in a completely different timeline. please talk to me about dorohedoro, anybody!! i'm on my knees!

18+ please! mdni

You try to focus on Shin’s shoes. The way his jordans echo on linoleum, squeaking with every dodge and jump. He’s surprisingly light on his feet for his build—his movements extra impressive since he’s also supporting you, trying and failing not to choke him while you cling to his back. Yes, the sound his shoes make is definitely preferable to the ugly cries and shouts of his victims—things you do not wish to commit to memory. 

You only peek open your eyes twice during his fight. Shin tells you to keep them shut and you have a feeling he’d somehow know if you disobeyed, so the two looks are somewhat accidental and fast. 

Once, it’s when Shin almost flings you off while he dodges a barrage of attacks, and you open your eyes just as he ducks the two of you beneath an opponent’s rusty chain whip. The next is when you hear the screams of his targets—for a moment you can’t help but watch how their limbs come apart through Shin’s thick smoke. 

How scary.

“Okay,” he sighs once it’s over, setting you carefully on a bench around the corner. “You can open your eyes now. But stay. right. there.”

He disappears from your sight then, back to the room of the carnage, leaving you to listen to the mysterious sound of rustling plastic for a couple of minutes. 

When he returns it’s with a knotted garbage bag in hand, tossing it a yard from the bench before collapsing in the space beside you. 

“Are you alright?” Shin asks then, leaning forward to rest elbows on knees, rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses. He’s removed his cute little heart mask you love so much, but at least now you get an eyeful of his handsome face. You don’t attempt to hide your ogling.

“Mhm, not a scratch!” 

“That's good.” 

There’s silence for a minute. Then: “any particular reason you decided to pay me a visit at work today?” Shin’s tone is patient, but he gives you this tired look, like he’s picking you up from the principal's office for the third time in a month. It only has you rubbing your thighs together if you’re honest. 

“Um yes,” you scoot closer, “I was missing you…”

“Missing me?”

You nod fast, eyes wide beneath your lashes while you gaze up at him. 

“Real bad, Shinnie”

You watch the understanding spread on his face in real time—biting your lip at his accompanying groan. There’s only ever been one scenario that earns that nickname. 

“You risked your life to get dogged?” He sounds exasperated. You giggle, hooking an ankle around one of his. 

“Someone ought to beat your ass one of these days.” 

“Whaaat?! It’s not a crime to be horny…” 

“For being slow,” Shin corrects, tapping your temple. You rub at the spot, seizing the time of his movement to weasel your way beneath his arm. It’s an art, your ability to weasel into this man’s personal space. 

He sighs, not attempting to move away from you, watching with raised brows as your hand inches up his thigh. You’re awfully forward today. 

“I knew it would work out okay. You’re the best at what you do, Shinnie…” 

His voice gets adorably pouty. “I thought I asked you to stop calling me that, by the way.”

There’s a sharp inhale through his teeth then as your fingers find his cock, hard under your touch. His hand covers yours. 

“Wait. Maybe not out here…”

You only look up at him with your annoyingly wide eyes, saying nothing but slowly moving your hand to his belt. Shin simply watches with a conflicted frown on his face, eyes occasionally flicking to see your mischievous expression. Not a lick of obedience as per fucking usual. 

He lets out a shaky breath when you free his cock a moment later, his legs spreading once you yank at his pants.

“If someone sees, I’m going to kill them. Just—“ his breath hitches when you spit on his tip, letting it drip down, “—just so you know. I don’t even wanna deal.“

You laugh as you begin pumping him in your hand. 

You always get a kick out of Shin’s cheeks when you touch him like this, blushing all deep and rosey. So you reach to plant a kiss on one, milking a bead of pre at the same time and wiping it up with your thumb. You suck it off your finger before resuming your motions.  

“Oh yeah? Even En?”

More spit. 

“Fuck. Probably—hah!—not, god. Let’s not talk about him.” 

You think that you could get Shin to answer any question you could come up with while you’re rubbing his cock, truthfully. If he ever wants to keep a secret he’ll be done for. But you decide to quit your teasing—he’s being sweet, letting you play with his cock at all in the middle of a public (albeit currently abandoned) shopping center. Better to be sweet back.

“”Course handsome,” you trap his nearest ankle completely in both of yours, planting a kiss to his shoulder, too, your gentle pumping motions unrelenting. Touching as much as possible. 

“Did I tell you I think you’re the prettiest man alive?” 

He whines when you squeeze at his tip, leaking more and more pre and gripping at the edge of the bench behind you with white knuckles.

“Ngh—fuck. Yeah, you actually have.” 

“Good. Well, I’m just reminding you then.” You kiss him again, closer to his mouth, steadily increasing the speed of your palm against his length, adding a bit more gentle pressure around his tip. 

Shin bites his lip, his brows all tense and furrowed while his hips twitch beneath you. 

“Is my baby getting close?” You ask, your voice a coo. Like he’s some lost kitten you found and not a 200-something pound muscled-up murder machine. 

“Yes—“ He nods fast, unable to hide the twitch of his hips.

Briefly, cruelly, you consider edging him. 

But then you remember how good he is to you, and decide against it, squeezing him and milking him just right till he’s whining and groaning and you know he’s about to make a mess. So you crouch in front of him, opening your mouth wide and giving him a place to do it. The second you do Shin is cumming in creamy white ropes all over, landing sticky cum on your cheeks and nose and mouth. His aim certainly could have been worse, at least he avoided your eyes. You lick up what you can and wipe the rest on Shin’s jacket when he hands it to you—thankful for the gesture. 

Shins still collecting himself, panting and leaning against the wall behind the bench when you stand in front of him then, hands gliding over his shoulders with this needy expression on your face. 

“You’re set on fucking right here, bug?” He reads your mind to ask, before looking pointedly towards his crime scene around the corner then at the garbage bag, his shaky breaths evening out. He slides farther back on the bench when he gets his answer, giving a lazy whistle when your panties are tugged down from under your dress. No need to question further than that. 

Then you’re climbing your knees on the bench to straddle him—leaning so you can rest your weight on his thighs. The position only works because of his size—you’re grateful you snagged yourself a goddamn bodybuilder for a boyfriend. 

“I need you right now, baby. Can’t wait.” You let him know, fingers trailing up his neck to cradle his face while your other hand plays with his tie—his own work their way up your thighs.

Your lips meet hungrily then, kissing deep and feral all at once like the two of you just now noticed you’re starving. Shin lets out a relieved sigh into your mouth when you do, and you moan into his, arching against him when his hand makes its way up your dress. 

“Shin—“ 

His fingers feel rub into the sticky mess at your center, gathering the slick before pressing your clit.

You buck unintentionally. 

“You’re so—“ Shin’s interrupted when you plant another peck on his lips. “—Messy.”

He says it like a compliment, like it’s a pleasant surprise—though it probably isn’t surprising. 

“Needy.” He adds as he sinks fingers inside of you, stretching you out while you grind against him. His long fingers always drive you insane—they’re so big and different from your own when you touch yourself. It’s like he’s able to reach your soul.  

“‘M always needy for you ba—baby,” your voice has that whiny higher pitch it gets when he makes you feel good. If you’re not careful you’ll cum before Shin’s even inside of you. 

“Let me—let me ride you. I wanna feel your cock, please, baby…” 

“You can once you cum.”

Shin’s pace of his fingers pumping inside you gets more rhythmic, his palm pressing against your clit while it does. 

You can hardly string the words together to reply, burying your face in shin’s neck while you’re brought closer and closer to release. You can only groan at him. 

“You’ll take me better this way anyways,” he mumbles more to himself. Then his free hands running down the back of your skull, petting you while you rock against him.  “Let it go, bug. Cum for me.”

Now is an occasion you’ll oblige him, clamping around his digits right when he tells you to. The feeling’s such a relief—you truly have been horny all day—that you feel like crying, spasming around your boyfriend’s long, stitched fingers till your vision’s blurred. 

You’re sticky when you finally come down, leaving a mess all over Shin’s fingers and a bit on his pants, but he doesn’t seem to mind—little hearts in his eyes as he wipes your release all over his hard-again cock once you lean back. 

“Good girl,” he says, his clean hand rubbing your waist. “Looks like you can listen.” There‘s no bite to his words. Only teasing. 

You smile at him, docile in the way you can sometimes be once he’s made you cum. “Only to you.”

There’s another peck to Shin’s lips then before you’re lifting your hips, wasting no time to ease yourself onto his cock—finally the moment you’ve been fucking waiting for—nothing left to slow you down. The stretch of it leaves you panting. The drag of every ridge of him is so delicious—he’s so thick, it’s a feeling that’s irreplaceable. 

Shin seems borderline pussydrunk already by the time you bottom out, head thumped against the wall behind him, eyes squeezed shut and jaw slack. You take advantage of his vulnerable mouth to capture his lips in yours again, sharing a breathy, sloppy and drooly kiss while your hips start to rock. 

You’re being gentle. Trying to ease your way into movement when the stretch of shin’s massive cock id borderline painful, but soon strong hands are digging into your hips, holding you in place while shin bucks up into you himself. It’s not a surprise—shin’s never had the greatest self control, and your pussy often erases what semblance of it he does possess. You’re honestly pretty sure even if you had tried to edge him earlier he would have held your hand still and fucked up into it himself. 

Shin reaches deep into your guts when he fucks you like this, holding you and bouncing you like you’re a toy. He doesn’t talk to you like one though, shin worships with his words where he doesn’t with his actions—mumbling praise after praise while he controls a brutal pace, seemingly entirely by accident. 

You’re pussy’s so tight, bug. Y’re—hah—squeezing me so well.

It feels so good—it’s like you’re made for me. 

Wanna take you with me everywhere so we can do this all the time. 

You can only smile and mhm and try to kiss his pouty lips when you can—the breath keeps getting knocked from your lungs so it’s hard to respond. Shin feels so good—you fit together perfectly—it’s hard not to go stupid with the bliss of it. 

You’re cumming before you ever registered how close you were, no warning as you suddenly spasm around him, throwing your head back with a cry while shin sucks marks onto your neck. You see stars, creaming till the sound of shin’s cock slapping into you turns loud and wet. 

But you know you’re not done, Shin isn’t done—and you knew better than to start something you couldn’t finish. So you cry out and dig nails into his arms while he bounces you faster, pounding into your overstimulated cunt till you’re on the brink of cumming again, babbling broken words.

You end on a high cry of Shin's name when your pussy clamps down a third time, milking Shin for all that he’s worth till he’s filling you—pumping your insides with cum till you fear a tummy ache. 

You collapse into him once you’ve both fizzled down, laying yourself against his chest in a melted way while his skull falls against the wall behind you. You sit like that while breaths are caught—it takes a while to come down to earth. 

Only at that point does Shin finally ask how you found him on his work assignment—and you’re forced to admit how you tipped some carpet taxi extra to tail his broom. 

“You're a real piece of work, bug.” 

He hoists you on his back for the short walk to where he parked the broom—knowing your legs are still boneless without you having to tell him. You get to sit in front on the ride home, shin’s massive arms around you while he drives—making you promise never to visit him at work again. 

thanks for reading!! feedback and rbs are soooo appreciated <3 i really want to Talk.

[lixiesfreckless]

No Translation Needed | h. h.

➸ synopsis: when the language barrier between you and a stranger becomes too wide, your shared interests bridge the gap for you.

➸ starring: hwang hyunjin x female reader

➸ word count: 2.7k

➸ general content: artist!hyunjin, there is somewhat of a language barrier, both people are complete art nerds and it's way too endearing, takes place in south korea, flufffff(I'm so fond of this man)

➸ warnings: microscopic mention of alcohol

➸ rating: teen+

➸ author’s note: an older fic but I'm still so attached to it. two kinds of people: the type who hear hyunjin speak english and move on, and then me

♫ this fic has a soundtrack! you don’t need to listen to it while reading, but rêverie by the man, the myth, the legend, claude debussy goes SO HARD ON THIS FIC LIKE-

You were never the type to dabble in realism.

A pair of headphones, a wide brush, a blank canvas, and a bucket of red paint; that was your activity of choice on friday nights. Nothing that came from that ever resembled anything in particular, but it was never supposed to. Just looking at it, one could tell what emotions fueled the creative process those nights.

The feelings behind them were real enough, you'd hear people say.

But of course, there's always some people that detest abstract art. They say it takes no talent, no thought, that you're just slathering paint on a canvas and expecting to get recognition for it. Sometimes you think they're right.

Other times you buy a plane ticket out of the country, you know, for fun. If you were a starving artist, maybe you'd think about letting their words get to you.

And while some would argue that booking a spontaneous vacation to Seoul could classify as a form of escapism, the painting in front of you has you wondering whether you could mark this trip in your tax forms as a business expense.

All of your years in art school and not once had you ever learned so much from one piece of canvas.

Art museums are designed to look boring. They are supposed to draw your eye from one acrylic-covered canvas to another, making you forget about your surroundings and immerse you into the various artworks. This one was no different, hues of beige and black and white littering the geometric space.

That being said, you are certain that this painting would have caught your eye even if it was posted in Times Square.

You had made your way across the room, ears picking up on the few Korean phrases you knew as strangers shifted around you. A graphite cityscape. A gouache vase of flowers. A portrait made of ink prints on wood. The exhibit you randomly picked over tonkatsu and soju last night in your hotel room was definitely a good one, no doubt.

And to think you almost walked past this piece.

Bold strokes of blue, tiny specks of white, all on a frame that was wider than your wingspan. 

The girl was depicted just off center, in some billowy white dress.

Floating? Drowning? 

You settle on suspended as your footsteps slow down, turning to approach the watery scene.

Staring at it feels like staring at a glass of water. You can't definitively say whether it’s half-empty or half-full, whether she’s reaching for the surface or letting herself sink. Her face is covered by wispy brown hair, obstructing her true emotions from view. Somehow you know this was a conscious decision the artist made, to let the viewer come to their own conclusion on the piece.

Even though you know about the negative effects that human oils have on artworks, you still find yourself fighting the urge to reach out and touch it. To feel the ripples of the oil paint and somehow find your own hand soaked, as if you reached through the canvas barrier and felt the cold loneliness yourself.

Impressionist paintings did always have this charm about them, at least to you. They felt abstract upon inspection, just a mess of strange brushstrokes and controversial colors. And yet when viewed from a distance, it feels like a completely different experience. Up close, a dizzying mix of the shades of the sky. A step back, and it's an unspoken thesis on the solitude of limbo, or whatever you've decided to name this piece.

You glance at the info card at the bottom right corner.

Buoyancy- Hwang Hyunjin

You make a mental note to research him later before your eyes get pulled to the subject once again.

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You have been staring at his painting for eight minutes.

He had walked around, chatted with other featured artists, talked with a few strangers, but when he came back, you had acted as though you were one of the items on display; still locked in the same position as before. Eyebrows furrowed, one hand resting on your canvas tote bag, the other in the pocket of your trousers. 

In the nicest way possible, you looked like a tourist.

But tourists don't have long attention spans, and you could have been roleplaying a statue with how long you'd been standing there.

A strange mix of anxiety and excitement rushed through Hyunjin when he found you still standing there. 

No one had ever observed his art for that long before.

At least, not in one sitting. Definitely not like this. Why haven't you moved on? Can you see something that he can't? Are you thinking of buying a print?

He wants to approach you. To leave you alone. To watch you scrutinize his painting. To run screaming to the event coordinator.

Casually, he sticks both hands in his jeans and stands a few feet from your right side, as if he's one of the visitors.

He takes a moment, gaining whatever’s left of his composure before speaking.

“I'm so glad I know how to swim.”

You snap out of your daze, surprised to hear English in the Korean white noise you've been immersed in. You look over and see the gorgeous young man standing near you, looking at the painting you've been so engrossed in.

“Yeah,” you exhale, “I totally get the fear of open water.”

Hyunjin chuckles, strangely drawn in by the sound of your voice.

“Although, she doesn't seem all that scared to me,” you add, shifting your focus back to the canvas.

“You don't think so?”

“I mean, you could argue that she doesn't want to be there, that she's drowning,” you begin, pointing to the girl. “But…the longer I stare at it, the more I feel like she's just hanging there, not reaching for the surface on purpose.” Your finger trails down to the bottom right corner. “I think that's why it was named Buoyancy, at least that's what I got out of it…”

You trail off, realizing that you're rambling to a total stranger about a random piece of artwork. Looking back at him however, you find your face heating up at the amazed expression on his, as if you had just told him his middle name.

“I wish I had thought of that,” he lies. It was almost scary how quickly you had found the meaning he'd tried to convey after months of fighting with the paint.

“Well that's the fun thing about art,” you say, smiling to yourself. “It's all subjective. What were you thinking?”

Hyunjin opens his mouth to speak, then closes it again in mild frustration.

“I'm not…very good with English,” he says, defeated.

He would argue that he's not very good with any language, even his mother tongue.

Art was the only language he felt he could speak easily without hesitation. It was easy to throw himself into that with reckless abandon, because it was the only place where he truly felt understood.

“But I can still understand you,” he quickly amends, glad to see that spark behind your eyes again. He walks past you, stopping at the painting on your left. “What about this one?”

“This one has some really dramatic lighting, which makes me believe…”

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Evening sunlight filters in through the exhibit windows as you and Hyunjin examine an organically-shaped vase, admiring its handiwork.

“I’ve always wanted to try pottery but…I don’t really like the feeling of cold clay on my hands,” you chuckle, looking at the tall man next to you. He grins, scrutinizing his hands as he contemplates his answer. 

“People tell me I have good fingers- for clay,” he adds quickly, even though the meaning wasn't lost on you, and you fight back a smirk to appear unphased. “But I haven't found a good studio? Is that how you call it?”

“I wouldn't know, I've never been,” you say, walking to the next painting. Which happens to be where you both started.

“Wait, have we been through this whole gallery?” You quickly check your watch, confirming that you have been there for much longer than you had intended. Looking back at the stranger you have spent the evening with, you feel heat start to scatter across your face.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take up so much of your ti-”

“I liked it,” he blurts, and you feel reassured as his face lights up with panic. “Talking. With you, I mean.” He looks just past you to the art on the wall, ears turning the slightest shade of red. “No one has ever said anything so beautiful about my art before.”

He watches as your face circles through several emotions, before settling on embarrassment. 

“You're…you're one of the artists? Which one is yours?” You say, trying to recall what you said about every art piece.

He nods toward the painting that had first caught your attention, the one that practically jumped out at you an hour ago.

“Hyunjin,” he says quietly, extending a hand toward you in a humble introduction, as if that same hand didn't produce the masterpiece in front of you. 

“Y/n,” you whisper, trying not to let your mouth hang open in awe. “And to think I was going to Google you later.”

“You were?” The light in his eyes was unmistakable.

“I always research artists that inspire me,” you admit, bashfully dropping his hand.

“I inspired you?”

You meet his eyes and you know then, the weight that your words carry.

To create is a desire that all artists cannot shake; it is what keeps the painter keep coming back to the blank canvas, the sculptor to the slab of clay. But when the process is finished, all they can hope is that someone will see it, and feel a fraction of what they felt whilst creating it. 

Moving someone to the point of giving them the desire to create, through their artwork, is a dream many artists never get to see come into fruition.

And maybe that's why Hyunjin stares at you now, wondering which lucky star is shining down on him now.

“Can I…” he pauses, hoping he's saying the line like how they do in the movies, “can I buy you a drink?”

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When people say studio apartment, this is what you wish they mean.

Floor-to-ceiling window walls on one side, where several canvases sit propped up against the city skyline, and an apartment on the other, with a cute kitchenette and loft bedroom that doesn't feel cramped. It's perfect for someone who needs enough space to think, without sacrificing their space to live.

You hear Hyunjin click the door shut behind you as you set your bag down on a chair, surveying the studio side of his residence.

Several canvases catch your eye.

You can't even blame him for attempting to paint it because with the view he has, you'd paint it every day. 

Different versions of the Seoul skyline are scattered across the room, each depicting a different time of day. Sunrise is leaning against the window. Midday is sitting on a canvas. Twilight is hanging up on the wall, and something akin to golden hour lays unfinished, perhaps even abandoned on the floor. You crouch in front of it to get a better look.

“That one is…not finished,” Hyunjin says from the kitchen, pouring two glasses of soju. You can feel his nervous gaze on you even with your back turned to him.

“It's beautiful,” you whisper, looking at the palette he used to mix the colors. An array of browns and yellows are smeared on the glass, which were no doubt used to put the buildings into the scene.

He doesn't say thank you; his face does that for him when he crouches next to you, cheekbones pink as he sets the soju glasses on the floor. 

“I can't get the colors right,” he sighs, staring at the painting in discontent. “It looks…dull.”

“Maybe you should try adding red instead of brown,” you suggest, picking up a palette knife. “May I?”

Hyunjin stares at you in bewilderment, before opening a tube of vermillion and squeezing a bit onto the palette. 

“I studied color theory for what felt like forever,” you chuckle, taking the knife and adding red to a few of his previous colors.

“I never went to art school,” he says, as if that makes him a lesser artist. You feel a twinge of jealousy at that statement, knowing that the man next to you was this skilled without coaching, before adding, “You didn't miss much. It killed my creativity.”

Hyunjin goes pale at that as you pass him a clean paintbrush and toss the palette knife aside.

“Did you get it back?” He asks, and when you tilt your head, he adds, “Your creativity?”

“It comes and goes.” Sometimes you wish you didn't stake your livelihood on your ability to create. Inspiration is always a welcome guest but it never stays for long, at least on your side of the ocean.

Watching him add your hues to the painting is like having inspiration fed right into your bloodstream. Immediately the painting comes to life, the reds of the sunset becoming visible at the whim of his paintbrush.

He stops for a minute to admire the changes, and turns to you for feedback, eyes twinkling with joy. Or maybe that's just the soju.

“It was beautiful before,” you say, tracing your finger along the side of the canvas, “but now it looks alive.”

“I love the way you talk,” Hyunjin says quietly after a moment of silence, and the bluntness of the compliment nearly has you choking on your soju. But he just looks at you, no hint of humor in his eyes, sitting entirely too close to your tipsy self, and you feel your body buzz with warmth.

“And I love the way you smile,” you whisper back, unable to look away as he sets down his paintbrush, trying to hide his contagious grin.

He turns back to you, and you wish for several things. You wish you didn't have a plane ticket taking you away from this place in a week. You wish that you had finished your glass of soju. You wish you could poke the mole under his eye, or the dimple in his cheek.

You wish that you were drunk enough to close the gap between you two without a second thought.

But when your foreheads touch, your phone buzzes, so you grin and chuckle to yourself.

“I…I think we've had too much to drink.”

He looks at you through hooded eyes and smiles again.

“Or not enough.” He counters.

You nod in agreement at that and pull back, mentally kicking yourself for losing the only chance at finding out what his smile tastes like. But it's probably better this way. You don't want to be remembered as the girl who sweet talked her way into his bed.

You're halfway to the sink with your glasses when he speaks up suddenly.

“I want to see you again.”

You set the dishes down before turning to face him, and you wish you had brought a change of clothes. And maybe an extra toothbrush.

“I don't want to finish it without you,” he says, nodding to the painting that he had moved to the easel.

“I can come back tomorrow morning,” you promise, trying not to sound too hopeful.

“I can make crepes.”

“I love crepes.”

He picks up your bag from the chair and brings it to you, hating how much it feels like he's rushing you out the door. 

“See you tomorrow, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Hyunjin.”

You leave the apartment and close the door behind you, but your feet don't advance down the hallway. Hyunjin's hand hovers over the locking mechanism, unable to click the deadbolt into place as he considers running after you.

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you spin around to knock on his door, only to find him throwing the door open and grinning in delight at the sight of you.

“It's past midnight, isn't it?”

His smile tastes like mint and chamomile tea.

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I love Stellar! She's so cute! Love your art, keep being amazing, et cetera, but also I have a question:

You mentioned that at the time of Stellar's, shall we say, adoption, Shadow and Sonic were still in their "it's complicated" rivals era. I'm guessing Shadow wasn't especially close to Sonic's friends either? And that kinda got me wondering: how do Sonic's friends feel about Stellar when she first arrives? Obviously they love her on sight, but like, does Tails feel weird that he's now basically Shadow's brother-in-law? Is Amy a little alarmed at the thought of Sonic and Shadow being responsible for a literal baby? Does Rogue foresee the inevitable Sonadow to follow? And so on ...

Idk, would love to know more about the early days and everyone's reactions.

EEEHEHEH thank you so much for the compliment!!! 🥰🥰🥰

And I'll give you a quick rundown on everyone's feelings immediately after Shadow brought Stellar home!

Rouge was the first to know, as she was actually present when Shadow discovered Stellar. The two of them had been tracking some leads about Project Stellar for a while, not realizing they were stumbling upon another attempt at Project Shadow until they were right on top of it. Rouge initially tried to reason with Shadow, recognizing his anger instantly and trying to convince him to let cooler heads prevail. She even tried to warn him against removing Stellar from her stasis pod, fearing that it was acting as some kind of life support and would kill her upon removal. Shadow decided to remove her regardless, deciding that either way, a life in the government's hands as a weapon was no life at all. Still, Rouge convinced him to take her straight to Sonic—and, more importantly—Tails, since he had the tools at his disposal to give Stellar a proper look over.

Sonic and Tails live together, so they were the next in line to find out. Shadow basically showed up looking like he was out for blood with a baby in his arms, demanding that Tails use his equipment to see if she was okay. Tails and Sonic both wanted more of an explanation (like, where did you get a baby, WHY do you have a baby, why do you look like you just got out of a fight, etc) and Shadow would begrudgingly tell them what he'd learned, clearly deeply uncomfortable with the entire conversation.

Well, to say they would both be shocked would be an understatement. Sonic would be at a loss for words, for once. Tails, ever the scientist, would immediately want to look over Stellar to see if Shadow was telling the truth. By the time Shadow had handed the baby over to Tails, Sonic's brain would have rebooted and the motor mouth would start up again.

He'd be in total disbelief, really. He'd just start yammering on about every question and concern that would come to mind.

"The government tried to make another you?? With ME?"

"Does that make me a dad? Does that make YOU a dad?? ARE WE DADS??"

"I can't take care of a baby, I don't even remember BEING a baby! What do babies even eat??"

Etcetera, etcetera. Shadow would just stand stiffly in a corner of Tails's workshop, laser focused on whatever tests Tails would be running on tiny baby Stellar. He would totally tune Sonic out, instead focusing on the barely noticeable rise and fall of Stellar's chest, petrified that she might stop breathing if he looked away.

Honestly, the first night would be VERY tense. Shadow would still be high strung from the rescue, Sonic would be trying to wrap his head around the whole idea, and Tails would be devoted to running all the tests he could on Stellar to try and get some answers.

Tails would determine she was healthy, showed no signs of requiring any kind of life support, and was definitely Shadow and Sonic's biological child. Half Shadow's DNA, half Sonic's.

He would also realize in his tests that her energy readings were off the charts. Whatever they had been cooking up in that lab wasn't good, and Stellar was almost like a living chaos emerald. He'd immediately be concerned about the implications of keeping her around, but Sonic would have come around by that point, deciding there was no way he and Shadow would be getting rid of her.

Shadow wouldn't be so sure. He'd suggest talking to Rouge, Amy, or Vanilla about being a mother to her instead, since he wouldn't be confident in his own abilities to raise a child. Sonic would be annoyed by that, pointing out that it would be pretty messed up to try and pass her off on anyone else. Vanilla and Rouge both have their own kids to worry about, and Amy lives in the Sol Dimension with Blaze most of the time. He'd reason that they should at least try. Besides, who could possibly understand her more than Shadow?

Eventually, they'd agree to try raising her as a team. It'd be a begrudging decision, but one they'd learn to live with. The two of them wouldn't be romantically involved at this point, either, so the two of them had a LOT of growing pains trying to figure out how to parent together. Getting a baby government assigned to you is one thing, but having to raise it with your rival is another!

Oh, and as for Amy, Knuckles, and the rest of the group? They'd almost all be horrified LOL! Stellar definitely received a rocky reception at first! They all grew to love her eventually, though.

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Is it alright if i request Batbros finding out Damian has a s/o

But it’s not just any s/o he’s dating his best friend and his partner in vigilante work

Love your work and I hope all is well

Best-friends and Girlfriends

Damian Wayne x Meta!Reader

Why were the Batboys surprised to find out you and Damian were dating? Aren’t they supposed to be great detectives?

A/N: OMG I GOT MY FIRST REQUEST. I HOPE I DO RIGHT BY YOU 😤✊🏾 Sorry it took so long. I had a background story about the reader activating/getting her powers here

Word Count: 2.1K+

Warning: kissing, cockblocking, Damian being a dickhead

-You got into the vigilante business much later than the others

-You were brought to the leagues attention after an accident you accidentally caused (see background story for details)

-You already lived in Gotham so they decided it would be best to work under Batman

-Because you were part psychic and could feel peoples emotions

-In the beginning Batman tried pairing you up with a few of the others to too how you would work

-You were relatively new to your powers, especially your element powers

-You’ve had a tiny bit of experience with people emotions but now that they’ve been fully activated, it overwhelming

-That’s why you had a hard time being paired for patrol

-You didn’t want to be a Bat

-You appreciated Batman taking you under his wing but you could stand having the same logo on your chest as 5 other people

-And each of them had very different personalities

-Jason had too much unreleased aggression

-Dick was a bit too chipper for your taste

-Tim was too jittery from the surplus of coffee and lack of sleep

-Stephanie was fine but she would just have random burst of emotions that startled you and you couldn’t deal

-You almost fell of a roof with her cause of that

-Cass was also nice but you couldn’t get too comfortable or else you’d end up in a void of nothingness

-That’s how you ended up fall off a roof

-Luckily Batman caught you and had Damián take you home

-You didn’t snap out of it until the next day

-Damian tried his best to avoid you

-He didn’t trust you

-Especially with your ability to read minds

-He thought you would read his mind and use it against him

-But, as a last resort, you two were paired together

-Damian tried to fight it

-“Little D. At least try for her sake. She’s going through a lot with all these unwanted thoughts and feelings”

-Unwanted?

-“Fine, Grayson. I’ll try but I won’t like it ”

-“Thank you”

-When Bruce told you you were going to be on patrol with Damian you were nervous

-When you first got to the manor, you thought he hated you

-I mean… he probably did

-It wasn’t like you were another kid he was trying to adopt

-You parents were very much active in your life

-They sent you to the manor because they thought being with other people and hero’s your age would help

-Though none of the Bats have powers you would still see the other super powered sidekicks often and learn whatever you can from them

-Surprisingly to both you and Damian, patrol went well

-You could feel Damian had a lot of emotions

-But they were quiet

-Like he was hiding them

-Suppressing them

-You would definitely ask him about it later

-After that patrol you went to talk to Damian but he disappeared

-And everytime you tried talking to him about it something keep getting in the way

-Other than that, over the next few months you two got closer

-Since you were new to the whole vigilante scene you let Damian lead

-Which he appreciated

-His siblings usually didn’t let him

-You two would have some nice conversations during patrol even if they were cut short

-Sometimes you two you just hang out in each others presence in the library or you’d watch Damian paint in the art room he had Bruce make

-You both enjoyed each other’s company

-But his thoughts and emotions confused you

-One night you couldn’t sleep

-Both you and Damian were off from patrol that night

-Making your way to Damian’s room, you knocked on the door

-Damian opened the door before looking at you

-“Grayson, what do-”

-He stopped once he saw you

-He was clad in just pj pants

-You we’re wearing a oversized shirt you cut into a crop top and shorts

-“Hi”

-“It’s late. What are you doing?”

-“I'm sorry, did I wake you?”

-“No. I couldn’t sleep”

-He opened the door wider so you could come

-As you walked in you took it upon yourself to look around a bit, not touching anything

-“Cool swords”

-“Thanks”

-You went to sit near the end of his bed, and he sat in the center, resting his back against some pillows and his headboard

-“Why are you here so late?”

-“I wanted to talk to you about your thoughts and emotions”

-Damian wasn’t look at you before, but now he was

-“What about them?”

-You could hear a slight venom in his voice

-“You’re suppressing your emotions and your thoughts are always against each other. ”

-“So what?”

-“I’m just… worried about you. I want to help you”

-“My thoughts and feelings are none of your concern so you can leave now”

-You were a bit hurt by this

-But you tried something

-You moved yourself closer to him

-You put your hand on top of his and had him feel you emotions

-You could tell by the look on his face that he could feel how genuine you were

-“Fine”

-You we’re glad that he allowed you to help him and you face didn’t hide it

-That entire night you helped him

-At the end you couldn’t help but smile

-“What are you smiling about?”

-Damian was confused

-If you saw what he saw you shouldn’t be smiling

-“You think I’m pretty and you want to kiss me again”

-Of course you saw that

-“It late. You should go to sleep”

-“Wait no. We never got to talk about it but I enjoyed the kiss too”

-Damian kept a straight face but you could feel he like hearing it

-You smiled at him

-“If you enjoyed it that much, we can do it again”

-He took initiative to kiss you

-And you kissed him back

-He pulled you closer so that you were on his lap

-It was nicer than the last time

-Don’t get me wrong, the last time was great but this kiss was way better

-Had more emotion and wasn’t rushed

-You groaned when Damian broke the kiss

-“Let’s go on a date”

-He wasn’t asking

-It was more like a very strong suggestion

-One someone couldn’t say no to

-Not like you would ever say no

-“I’d love that”

-You smiled and kissed him again

-That’s how the two of you started dating

-Since then whenever Damian got in an arguement with his brothers, just one touch from you and he would instantly calm down

-His brothers were grateful

-They figured you had just used you powers to help calm him down

-They thought he opened himself enough to you for you to become best friends

-They weren’t wrong but Damian knew that you would help him get through any negative emotions he had

-They didn’t know that you two were dating though

-It didn’t take Bruce long to figure it out

-He knew the first time you calmed Damian down after a fight with his brothers

-“I know about your relationship and I figure that your parents know”

-You nodded

-“I would just like the be sure that you two are using protection-”

-“Bruce, please. My parents gave me the talk years ago and we both know how babies are made”

-“Ok good”

-Once out of ear shot, Damian smirked and said

-“Glad you didn’t tell we are using protection”

-You rolled your eyes at him and walked away

-Which brings us to now

-It’s the annual Wayne New Years Gala

-You’re wearing a beautiful green dress that matched the accents on Damian’s suit nicely

-By this point you and Damian have been dating for over a year

-There were so many people

-Usually you would have left by now with all the people and their thoughts and emotions, but Bruce asked if you could try to stay the entire duration

-You knew he would ask if it wasn’t important to him

-So you stayed

-It was about hour and a half until midnight when you disappeared

-You were fine speaking with some of the older women and girls your age

-But you drew the line at the persistent boy who kept flirting with you

-You told him you had a boyfriend and didn’t appreciate his constant flirting

-But he didn’t get the hint

-NO MEANS NO

-When he was distracted you slipped away from everyone

-Luckily no one noticed your disappearance but Damian

-You hid in the library

-You couldn’t feel other people or hear their thoughts

-it was nice

-However a opening door broke your peace

-It was your boyfriend

-After a few weeks of dating you and Damian decided to share your presence

-Meaning that you both could faintly feel what the other is feeling and are aware of each others presence

-Once Damian couldn't feel you in the ball room he just followed your presence leading him to the library

-“I don’t know why father insisted on you staying when he knows you can get overwhelmed with all these people”

-You had mild social anxiety before

-You did fine with crowds but after a certain period of time you could do it

-Once your powers activated it got worse

-You could be around remotely large crowds for too long or else your powers might fritz out

-“It was going fine until…it doesn’t matter. Stay here with me”

-Damian sat down on the couch next to you

-Damian didn’t hesitate to agree

-He hated these galas

-Especially the girls throwing themselves at him even after politely turning them down

-“Let’s finish reading that book”

-You suggested

-But Damian had a different

-“Or… I can get my New Years kiss a bit early”

-You couldn’t help but chuckle

-“I like that idea very much Mr Wayne”

-At the same time Dick wondered where you and Damian went

-He got his other 2 brothers to help with the search

-In the library, Damian was on top of you while you kissed each other

-You tugged at Damian’s jacket and tie

-“Take it off ”

-You didn’t have to tell him twice

-Once they were off his went back to kissing you

-So passionately

-So lovingly

-So not what Dick and Tim expected to find

-Jason caught up with them and saw

-“OH MY GOD!”

-That startled you and Damian away from each other

-“What’s going on”

-Steph and Cass came into the library to see what was happening

-She looked at you and Damian and the shocked look of her brothers face

-She laughed

-“Oooh. I see. Did you guys not know?”

-Dick was offended

-“You guys knew”

-Cass let out a simple

-“Of course”

-Steph intervened

-“Bruce was the first, then Cass, and Duke and I”

-Jason was shocked

-“Even Duke knew”

-You could just sit there

-Uhm. We’re right here“”

-Martian Manhunter taught you how to knock people out with your mind

-You could easily do it to his siblings and take Damian to another room and continue where you left off

-Bruce might not like it though

-But who cares

-You have needs

-“Let’s go. Father is most likely expecting us for the countdown”

-You looked to your side a notice Damian had put his jacket back on but left his tie

-You pulled yourself together before standing up

-Damian have you his hand

-“Come on, Beloved”

-You took his hand, and both of you walked out

-And his brothers followed you pestering for answers

-“Here is my youngest son, Damian”

-Saved by the Bruce

-You planned on staying at Damian’s side for the rest of the night

-But Bruce just had to ruin it

-Damian had to give a speech

-It was just 2 minutes before midnight when Damian finished his speech

-“Before I go I’d like to mention my gorgeous girlfriend-”

-The amount of gasps from the crowd was astronomical

-Boy, we’re the tabloids going to love this

-“Y/N L/N”

-You got on the stage next to Damian

-People were recording and cameras were flashing

-You could see the the headlines already

-Damian Wayne No Longer a Bachelor

-Damian Wayne and Y/N? Who Knew?

-“Im am glad to be able to step into the new year with her by my side”

-10

-9

-8

-7

-6

-5

-4

-3

-2

-1

-“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

-And with that Damian pulled you closer to him and kissed you

-Of course he had to be extra with it and dip you a little

-And yet you still smiled at him

-And he smiled back at you

-You could feel the flashes from the camera and the jealousy radiating of Damian’s fan girls and that boy that kept pestering you

-But you ignored all of that and focused on Damian

-Your Damian

-Your heart and soul

OMG IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

[leafsbabe]

HOCKEY PLAYERS TAKING YOU ON A DATE

for @2manytabsopen sorry it’s a day late happy birthday ily!

Lucas Raymond

he would take simple dates and turn them into something great

so when he invites you over to watch a movie you think he simple wants to watch a movie

maybe cuddle a little on the couch

but that would be too easy for Lucas

no this guy has built an entire cozy pillow fort with fairy lights and everything

can’t decide if this would be funnier if he already had fairy lights laying around or if he went and bought them for the date

he’s got like ten different snacks in bowl and because he knows movie theater snacks hit different he has Mo on speed dial to go and get some from the nearest cinema if you want

made a few preliminary decisions but let’s you pick the movie(s) you want to watch

compliments you so much if you dressed up but also offers you some of his clothes if you want to get comfy

starts and loses a popcorn war

Matt Rempe

Matt would take you out to explore the zoo because it would be something the two of you can do that’s a little active but not too much

part of him would want to skip the boring animals but he’ll look at them for you

actually reads the little information boards and then tells you little fun facts

makes fun of animals with weird names IT’S NOT THEIR FAULT THEY DIDN’T NAME THEMSELVES

insists on watching the public feedings like this boy wants to see some penguins get fishes thrown at them

buys matching overpriced merch hats because he wants you to be protected from the sun but also not feel awkward for wearing a funny hat alone

also buys you overpriced zoo ice cream to share #romance

secretly buys you one of those animal partnerships where you sponsor a specific animal and surprises you with it after your date like congratulations you’re now the proud sponsor of a tiger named Marilou or something

totally down to take cute pictures with the animals but he’ll probably have a black eye in them and joke that a group of turtles beat him up or that he got it from fighting one of the bears

has his arm around your shoulder for almost the entire date in a very cool and nonchalant way and definitely isn’t screaming internally the whole time

Trent Frederic

he would ask you for a list of things you’d like to do on a date so that he can pick one to surprise you

because he doesn’t want to take you to something you don’t enjoy

when he sees your list his eyes are immediately drawn to the art museum since he’s never been to one before

likes that he can experience it for the first time with you

pays about half as much attention to the painting as you do

but pays a lot of attention to you and how you react to the art

takes a while to find his favorite painting when you challenge each other to pick the one you like most

he likes the sculptures, even if he does get a little close to them

definitely doesn’t use that as an excuse to hold your hand while you walk through the museum

gets a postcard with your favorite painting in the museum shop because it now reminds him of you

[silantryoo]

kim chaewon x actress!reader (angst, fluff)

WARNINGS ; mentions of iz*one disbandment

chaewon had debuted with le sserafim the year you two were supposed to have your second anniversary. instead of celebrating like the others, she found herself stuck in her room again, watching your debut show and crying into one of your sweaters that you had forgotten to take with you.

the two of you had lost contact quickly after the disbandment, her getting sucked into her work and you trying to find something that made you happy like iz*one did, which ended up with you landing the supporting role in the hit show, twenty-five twenty-one.

of course, in support, she watched it for you (even though she didn't tell you). she just didn't expect the story to hit so close to home.

and like torture, she watched the series every time she missed you. almost like art imitating life, she watched as you tried to break up with your on-screen boyfriend, just like how you did with her. except this time, they fought for you, begging your character to just try with them.

why didn't she just do that?

sakura entered the dark room, sighing once she saw what was on screen. "chaewon, please. you're just hurting yourself more."

chaewon shook her head, burying herself further into your sweater as she watched you smile like you used to smile at her.

"why did i let her go so easily?" chaewon whispered, her eyes moving to sakura's figure. "why did i even agree?"

sakura approached the younger girl, sitting down on her messy bed. she always had suspicions about you two back during iz*one. part of her wished that she found out then, when you both were happy, instead of now.

"it's not your fault." the older girl tried to comfort her.

"yes, it is!" chaewon felt her dry eyes start to tear up again. "it's my fault because i didn't fight for her at all! she was always thinking about my dreams first. why couldn't i just tell her that this wasn't my only dream?"

chaewon clutched onto the last thing she had of you desperately as if she was terrified to let that piece of you go. her sobs came spilling out as sakura rubbed her back gently. this was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of her life, but everything in her body ached.

she had given up her biggest dream to pursue another.

"what do i do?" chaewon looked up, her face wet with tears.

sakura pursed her lips, moving the younger girl's bangs out of her face. "i don't know."

chaewon looked at the screen to find you crying. she would do anything to get you back. she just wanted one more chance to fight for you, to show you that you were her priority as much as she was yours.

you were definitely going to kill jang wonyoung the next time you saw her.

you didn't care if the younger girl had a schedule she needed to attend to. you hated schedules like this. actually, you hated hosting in general. you had no idea why she had suggested you to her producer when you had no prior experience in hosting.

now, you were standing at the interview booth for musicbank beside enhyphen's sunghoon and worst of all, le sserafim.

you shuffled around awkwardly, ignoring the obvious looks that the entire group of girls were giving you, especially chaewon.

it hurt to look at the girl you loved. it was hard thinking that you had made a mistake, letting her go so easily, but you knew it was better for her this way.

was it better for you as well? absolutely not.

you found yourself crying in your roommate's arms (by roommate, you meant yena refused to stay in her apartment), asking her if you did the right thing by letting go of the one person who truly made you feel like yourself. she had even learned how to cook because she was so worried about you.

part of you wondered if yena had told wonyoung (she probably did, and you were probably going to kill her later too).

the interview went on fairly smoothly, chaewon trying her best not to look at you as she spoke. with a few jokes here and there, and the script making sunghoon call you his 'ideal type' (chaewon was not a fan), it ended quickly. you and sunghoon bowed at the girl group, your eyes meeting chaewon's.

oh, you both thought. she still looks beautiful.

you send her a small smile. a real smile that showed her that maybe she still had a chance.

she swallowed, stuck in her place before realizing she was on camera. trying her best to laugh it off, she bowed to sunghoon before walking off-screen.

she was sure she had a chance, and she wasn't going to screw it up. not this time.

you sat quietly in front of your vanity, your head leaning back as you took a deep breath in. you looked around, the room was deserted except for yourself. your manager had gone to fetch you food, and the rest of your crew was on their break.

it was the perfect time to get your head together.

less than a minute after, you heard a light, hesitant knock on the door.

thinking that it was your manager with an armful of food, you opened it only to be met with your old member.

"chaewon-ie"

"y/n." she fiddled with the cuffs of her jacket as she entered the room. you closed the door behind her. "hey."

you stood in front of the door, hearing your heart beat out of your chest, something you were familiar with whenever she was around.

"what are you doing here?" you asked, eyeing the girl.

chaewon's mind went blank. it was the first time in months that you two were truly alone. she suddenly felt like she couldn't speak.

"nothing, i, uh, i just wanted to see you." chaewon cleared her throat, almost as if she was taking back her words. "how you were doing, i mean."

i missed you so much, she wanted to say.

you looked down at your shoes. part of you wished she was here for more than a friendly check-in, but you knew that wasn't the case. still, it didn't hurt to day dream.

"i'm doing good." you looked back up, nodding to yourself. "how about you?"

she looked down at your lips, quickly looking back up to you. "i am too. i mean, i just debuted."

you lightly smiled, obviously trying to hold down how proud you were of her. "congratulations."

both you and chaewon stared at each other, the ambiance of outside filling the silence of the room within. you watched as she nervously picked on the skin of her thumb, a habit she developed close to the end of the panorama era.

you take a good look at her face. it was still the same chaewon, but she was different somehow. a good different.

"i saw you, on tv." she spoke up, startling you slightly ('i couldn't stop thinking of you'). you felt a blush spread across your face. "you're a great actress."

she watched as your smile turned into a familiar, more bashful one, one that she would see when she gave you praise after a tough day at practice.

every inch of her missed you.

"thank you." you said softly, chaewon's eyes meeting with yours ('i was thinking of you, too'). "you're a great idol."

chaewon swallowed. "thank you."

the two of you wait for the other to say something, an awkward tension filling up the room. what you didn't know was that chaewon had been waiting for this very moment for the past two weeks.

"i should go." you laughed awkwardly, glancing at the clock which showed that you had forty-five minutes left. "i need to be on stage soon and—"

"i never wanted things to end between us." chaewon stared at you as if she was challenging you.

you felt the air escape from your lungs.

"what?" ('what?')

"i know you thought that it was a good thing. that i could focus on my career without any distractions. that i could finally reach my dreams again after losing you guys." she started, her mouth spewing out what she had really felt ever since then. "but it wasn't what i wanted. it was never what i wanted."

you stared at her, finding it hard to speak all of a sudden. a spark of hope lit inside your chest, but you quickly push it down. the two of you decided this together.

you frowned. "chaewon—"

"you never asked me if i wanted to break up." she interrupted, much more desperate this time ('i still love you'). "you only asked if it was a good idea."

"you said yes."

"i did. but it didn't mean that i didn't want to try." chaewon gripped her jacket tighter, taking a deep breath. she can't cry now, not yet. "if i knew that i would lose you, i would have never said it."

you took a deep breath in ('i never stopped loving you'). "i was just thinking of you."

chaewon frowned as you looked away, wiping your eyes gently so as to not smug your makeup. it took everything in her to not wipe your tears away.

"but was that what you wanted? for us to break up?" chaewon stared at you, her voice cracking. she could feel tears starting to fall. "look into my eyes."

you slowly turn your head, your breath hitching. even when she was crying, she always looked beautiful.

you tried to reason out. "but it was good for you—"

"i don't care if you think it's good for me! i know what's good for me." she shouted at you, her breathing getting harder ('listen to me'). "i know you're good for me."

you blinked away your tears, looking straight into the older girl's eyes. with barely a whisper, you said, "i don't know what you want me to do, chaewon."

"can," chaewon inhaled sharply. this was it. "can we be us again?"

you exhaled sharply, feeling your stomach flutter. you couldn't deny that you've dreamt of this many times before, wishing for a way that the two of you could work in an industry like this.

but you needed to be honest with yourself.

('i want to'). "chaewon, i don't think—"

"i can make it work! we can." she begged, her tears now falling like waterfalls. she grabbed your hand gently, afraid that you might pull away. you didn't. "i'm not letting the best thing in my life go without a fight."

she watched as you stared at her, clearly in an internal battle with yourself. she knew that you were more of a realist that she ever would be, but that didn't matter to her.

what mattered to her was you.

"please, y/n. i love you." she begged, holding your hand tighter. "i've loved you since i saw you in the practice room at four in the morning, crying because you got into class a instead of the others. and i haven't stopped since."

you could feel yourself crying, not caring that you ruined your makeup. you could feel yourself no longer caring that it might not work, but hoping it would.

"i've loved you since i've first met you." the shorter girl continued. she wiped your tears away gently. "please, just let us try again."

you didn't care anymore. you wanted it as much as she wanted you.

"okay." you nodded, feeling relief spread all over your body. it was the right choice. it felt right.

being with her felt right.

she gasped sharply, blinking away the lingering tears in her eyes.

"okay?" chaewon looked at you with big eyes, the same ones that you've loved all this time. "really?"

you nodded once more before she pulled you into a desperate kiss. she still tasted the same, like everything you've dreamt of and more. her hands found it's way to the back of your neck as she held you like you were about to disappear. you felt like your body was on fire, yet somehow you were able to breathe again.

you wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her in as close as possible.

after what seemed like minutes, the two of you pulled away. you smiled at each other, chaewon still wiping the tears that continued to fall from your face. this time, however, it was out of happiness.

she gives you a quick peck on the lips, something that she used to be too shy to do.

you laughed, making her look at you weirdly. "you're much more confident now, huh?"

i can't wait to get to learn you again, you thought, looking into her eyes.

"do you like it?" chaewon asked, quickly looking at your lips again.

she winced, realizing that your (and her) lipstick had been smudged. chaewon scolded herself in her head for forgetting that the two of you were still at musicbank.

"i love it." you leaned down, kissing her softly. "i love you."

chaewon truly smiled for the first time in months. "i love you too."

> main masterlist.

[miwsolovely]

—LOVERBOY

pairing: kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!reader

contains: fluff, hc format, kyle being the best lover ever, implications that you and kyle live together, no mentions of yn, mentions of injuries, brief mentions of an asshole past relationship, kyle treating you the way you deserve and more

summary: kyle learns his girlfriend is a figure skater

wc: 1k

a/n: kyle my beloved

a/n 2: requested <3 | this isn’t as long as i want it to be :((

when you two started dating, he was (and still is!) the purest, more beautiful, gentlemen ever.

im talking opening doors for you, treating you to your favorite things (even if you didn’t ask for them) just to see you smile

“here, got your favorite,” he’d say while behind you, shaking an arm around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder.

a tiny box was placed next to you on the counter where you stood in front of the stove, watching the pasta boil. the box was the type of thing that contained small things like a muffin or a cupcake. it had a small bow at the top as well.

“you didn’t have to get me anything,” you turn your head slightly to the side to see his growing smile, and you can’t help but reciprocate it.

“didn’t have to, i know.” he says while turning you around with his hands on your hips. “wanted to.” he rests his forehead on yours and smiles at seeing your smile. then his lips meet yours.

he was surprised at first, when he asked you about your hobbies, and you said figure skating.

but he was happier than the happiest man alive because his lover was a figure skater.

“i figure skate.” you say, flipping a page of your book. you hear silence for a moment, then hurried footsteps to your place on the couch.

you look up and see kyle in all his glory staring at you with a surprised expression on his face.

“you figure skate?” he asks walking the length of the couch to reach you. When he does, he squats in front of you and places his hands on your thighs. firm.

“i do, yeah,” you say worriedly, slowly closing your book and meeting his eyes. “why? is that—is that bad? i mean—”

“bad?” he looks at you as if you’d just told him the sky was green. “love, that’s amazing, what do you mean bad?”

now you are the one surprised. yes, kyle wasn’t your first lover, but the one before him was nothing like him. he was rude and got mad when you mentioned you figure skate. saying it was extremely expensive and wasn’t willing to keep you afloat with his money after you spent all yours on figure skating fees.

“nothing, i just,” you avert your eyes to your lap and start playing with his fingers on your thighs. “just thought that you would want me to . . .”

“quit?” he finishes for you. he reaches a hand out to your chin and uses it to guide your face to meet his. “darling, figure skating is an art, it’s beautiful. why would i make you quit something you love?”

he’d be your number one (in everything)

would go to each and every one of your practices, competitions, etc.

would video, take pictures, everything.

“wait come back, the lighting is really good here. perfect”

wouldn’t even think to care, if you did or didn’t win gold. if you won gold, you’d get a trip to your favorite restaurant. if you didn’t win gold, a trip to your favorite restaurant.

“my girl won gold,” he says wrapping an arm around your waist and laying his hand on your hip.

“gold? kyle this is bronze…” you say looking up at him with glossy eyes.

“all the same in my eyes. plus, the scorers were definitely bribed.”

“kyle!”

say you got injured during practice or a competition, he’d be the first person on the ice to maybe sure you’re okay. skates or not, his baby got hurt.

security would hold him down, yeah, but he’d probably almost (and i mean a big almost) fight them to get to you but even though, i don’t feel like he’d be the type to use force to get to you in this situation but if he does,

he’d stop once he sees/knows you’re okay.

“sir i’m going to ask you to step back, we have it handled.”

“handled? if you have it handled then why is she still on the bloody floor?”

you’d notice what was going on and would hop (as best as you can on skates + the ice) to him being mindful of your ankle that you twisted and reassure him.

“kyle, baby, i’m okay,” you say. “they’re gonna take me to the infirmary, you’ll meet me there yeah?”

continuing on this^^, he’d treat you like even more of a queen since you’re injured.

“you comfortable? want me to refill your drink love?”

you’d laugh and say “yes butler, feed me grapes and refill my drink. oh! and get me the heads of my enemies as well.”

“ha ha, very funny you brat.” he said as he threw a throw pillow at you.

- please do not plagiarize, copy, or repost my works to other platforms !

- likes, comments, and reblogs are very appreciated <3 !!

©miwsolovely

[qcomicsy]

Hi

Can you recommend me Bat-family comics to read? Which ones do you like?

Heyyyy

I would love it!

DISCLAIMER Keep it in mind I'm a casual reader so my recs might not be the most "this is every issue they are together" or the longer ones!

Let's go!

Nightwing Annual (2021)

Dick & Jason focused

This is one of my favorites ones, it focuses both on Dick's and Jason's relationship as Nightwing and Robin and Nightwing and Redhood.

The dialogue is great, it has both it's really funny bits but also it's really wholesome ones too and it's full of heartwarming moments.

I absolutely adore the way they handled Jason's Robin and acknowledges his violent tendencies without judging him for it.

He's not portrayed as overly violent and reckless, but as a normal teenager having normal reactions given the things he had to deal in his past.

My only criticism is Jason still using that damn crowbar and how they kept drawing Jason shorter the Nightwing for some reason. I think it was to accentuate the "younger brother" feelings so I forgive the artist.

But it's pretty funny.

He looks like short king

Robin & Batman

Dick and Bruce focused

Oh this one, this one it's so good, so good that almost got me crying on main. It's really beautiful, I wasn't the happiest about how Bruce behaved in the comic but it sat in a fine line between Batdad and Bruce being a terrible father/person.

He is too hard on Robin, but it does show how he is trying.

The art is goddamn beautiful, it has this watercolor look and Dick looks adorable on it.

It also goes deep in Dick's feelings about being Robin and what the whole jig means to him, it respects Dick's relationship with Bruce but without forgetting the love and the moments he had with his biological parents.

It's just really, really beautiful a goddamn gem between the many mistakes DC made with them two over those years.

For Tim and Dick I really recomend

Batman Prodigal (1997)

Note: The whole Kightfell series is great for a Bruce, Dick and Tim read. But for the Batfam feelings you can just focus on the prodigal parts.

Dick & Tim focused

The only thing you have to know to catch up is:

1. Bane broke Bruce's back and dignity, so he couldn't still be Batman.

2. Bruce found this guy called Jean Paul to fill for him.

3. Jean Paul is really fond of punishment and violence and the good ol' catholic guilt and goes a little bit too rogue as Batman for everyone's liking.

4. Bruce takes the mantle from Jean Paul and Nightwing fills in as the new Batman.

I wouldn't call exactly brotherly, because Tim wasn't adopted yet in the timeline this was published but they have their moments.

New talent show case DC #2017

Duke and Jason focused

This is also a favorite. It's a short story (unfortunately) but every single panel is worth it.

It's basically Jason and Duke bonding moment between fighting some baddies and trying to clown each other on the way. 10/10 will always recommend.

Robin War

Jason & Duke & Tim & Damian

This one I've read recently (thanks for the asks people send to me y'all are fucking great) and it's a fucking gem!

It shows a lot their chemistry on the battlefield and how fucking insufferable they are around each other. It also shows how Duke fits as a glove in this family of misfits even before he was an "official member".

Red Hood and the Outlaws Annual (2016)

Another Dick and Jason focused!

Oh this one is a blast! It's also short but so goddamn worth it.

Basically Jason and the Outlaws take a gig in a circus to track a Russian bad guy (gotta love how comic books have unresolved beef with Russians until this day) and well it's a circus so how can you not call Dick Grayson?

It's so goddamn funny and it has no right to be, it still very close in the timeline where Dick and Jason were definitely not in good terms, so their interaction it's all so awkward it's a joy really.

We also got a flashback from Dick and younger Jason as Robin and even the flashback is goddamn hilarious, I had such a good time reading it that it's a must read!

Now If you're here for the angst and general feeling's™

I would highly recomend.

- Nightwing Year One (Dick & Bruce)

- Death in the Family (Jason & Bruce & Dick)

- Red Robin (Tim & Dick / Tim & Damian / minor Tim & Cass / Minor Bruce & Tim)

Note: They don't interact much in this run but when they do it hurts. It also can help you understand the beef between Tim and Damian better.

- DCeased (Damian & Steph / minor Damian & Jason)

Note: It's one of the many, many DC aus but this one it's 'pretty' good (it's decent). Definitely not Batfam focused but it has one one of my favorite Damian & Steph and Damian & Jason moments. It's also one of my favorites interpretations of Damian, he gets so sweet and mature over the years that passes in the comic and his reencounter with Jason rewrote my entirety brain chemistry.

Also unfortunately it's the only time we get to see Damian and Jon growing up together :')

- DC vs Vampires ( Batfam (except Duke because the author is a coward) specially Tim & Damian / Tim & Bruce / Dick & Almost everybody )

Note: Okay this one is a fucking car ride, a rollercoaster if you will. And it's ANOTHER DC au but with yeah VAMPIRES so buckle-up.

It has major Batfam moments in the beginning and one of my favorites Damian and Tim interactions ( I'm going to reblog this with photos because Tumblr is homophobic and isn't letting me add more photos in this shit >:( ). Then it goes hard on betrayal (trying not to add spoilers) and feelings so get ready for that.

I unfortunately haven't finished (casual reader remember that) but the much I've read was really, really good.

It gets very silly very quickly as anything made with vampires generally get (unfortunately they butchered a lot of characters in the process) but if you go head empty no thoughts you're going to get a lot of fun and maybe cry a little if that gets to you.

So this is it. I'm sure it has more of it, and oh I'm sure I forgot a lot of it but those are the one's I could get from the top of my head, so I hope you and all of the people who want to follow it have fun!

Also if someone has more recommendations feel free to add on the Reblogs, I'm sure I will eat it up anyway.

[shineonyoucrazyyandere]

Hello, I hope you don't mind if I share a weird headcanon of mine 👉👈

I normally see people talking about Kakyoin make drawing about you but what if Jotaro does that too? The reason I have this headcanon because I remember the scene when Jotaro using Star Platinum drawing the fly he saw in the picture, and he draw it so well. It makes me think that maybe Jotaro has talent in art too. Jotaro's style will be realistic style while Kakyoin will be more like cartoon/anime style.

Imagine their sketchbook filling with so many drawing of you 💕 Jotaro will watching you from afar, sketching you with your cute smile, your beautiful eyes, he captured it all. For Kakyoin, I think he will even make up characters (oc) that look like you and him and ship them together lol (this headcanon inspried by my friend, she actually do that with her crush).

Thank you for reading my ramble, glad to talk with you :D I would love to hear your thoughts about my weird headcanon

P/s: Love you writing so muchhhh 💝

This is fun stuff, I could eat it up all day. Thanks for sending it in, so I can blabber my mouth about it

This always internally bugged me so I’m very thrilled that someone brought up how well Star Platinum drew that fly. I suppose it’s kind of easy to gloss over for a lot of people compared to Kakyoin’s scene of painting on that canvas. (Then again that fly was kind of important to identify to figure out where Dio was so then again it’s “???” for an explanation)

Anywho, I’d say signs point to Jotaro being able to draw, and I think it’s a hobby he prefers keeping to himself. Like you said of him having a sketchbook, almost no one sees what he draws in it and he doesn’t want anyone else to see it especially if it’s various sketches of you. So more than likely when he does do so, he’s somewhere where he won’t be pestered by school girls, or whatever punk tries to start a fight with him.

I’d also like to think he goes back and lingers on prior stuff, just staring at it for a little while. This applies usually when you’re out of school sick (which he’ll probably stop by later anyway with or without your knowledge). But there’s something comforting about seeing every piece of your visage in his sketchbook. Literally no one else knows about this sketchbook aside from maybe Kakyoin (Holly has her suspicions he takes a sketchbook around but she smiles not pestering her son on his hobbies as she thinks it’s adorable).

For the most part art wise I think Jotaro sticks to traditional art, maybe a dabble of charcoal but he prefers pencils. Maybe watercolor if he ever went beyond, but traditional with pencil/pen is the easiest way for him to pull something out at his leisure. Would he let you see? Maybe eventually when he gets you where he wants you, or if the cat is out of the bag early and you see it and you’re not quite with him yet. Let’s just say seeing that may speed up him taking you.

Kakyoin I could definitely see diving into the oc type of thing, he’d certainly reference an artstyle of a manga you like. (Don’t ask how he figured that out so quickly). Though he definitely loves putting some passion into his artwork and occasionally shamelessly make sultry artwork of you and himself. He loves painting the most as he spreads colors, mixing them into the wondrous hues that is your skin tone. Or splashing watercolors in a notebook, that looks something out of a fairytale. Soft and warm lighting….oops he’s getting a tad bit excited.

He definitely presents pieces that are obviously meant to be stand ins for the two of you. That no one else would ever be wiser too, yeah you might have this odd feeling something’s not quite right, but there’s nothing there you could really prove other than observe just how pretty the composition is. If you compliment it, that just fuels this man’s desire further.

Biggest takeaway here is Jotaro and Kakyoin very blatantly have their own styles whether sticking with black/white/grey, or full on color. Both would be pretty in their own right, and their style choices speak of their personalities without saying a single word.

[ozziethegreat]

I'm not sure if this has been asked before, but what are your Delta headcanons? :D

HIII THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!

so I am usually terrified of these questions because of my crippling social anxiety, but I love Delta too much to NOT yap about him..

Alright so I’ve seen some other people (howls and sandee) talk about how he would have toxic masculinity and have difficulty dealing with emotions. I COMPLETELY agree with this, he absolutely would.

He would most definitely overwork himself in an attempt to prove his bravery and whatnot. He gets himself badly hurt in fights and proceeds to brush it off because he doesn’t want to look weak. (Loser)

So I like to headcannon that he eventually gets a service dog to help him with this issue, since the injuries were very inconvenient, and Epic and Color were worried for his physical and mental health.

If he ever overwhelms himself by running around and constantly helping people, the dog would do its job and force him to take a break :3

(I drew him with the doggy once) (its name is Zorox) (take a guess why)

Anyway obviously he would be opposed to the idea of a service animal because “that’s stupid, service animals are for disabled people, I’m perfectly fine” but Color and Epic forced him to for his own good.

He grew fond of the dog after a while, and accepted the idea since it was actually helping him.

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Anyway enough of the dog, I wanna talk about him and Color.. 😣

So basically I’ve drawn ship art of them and I’d like to say I headcannon them as exes. Howls at some point said they could have been roommates in the Omega Timeline and I’ve just stuck with that because I’m not original.

I think the isolation Color went through made him very touch starved, and he attached to Delta because he was one of the first people he saw after a long time.

Delta, on the other hand, in general is a very social and friendly person (in his own ways), so he was just nice talkative to Color as he is to most people.

Anyway I think they dated because roommates lore /j

It ended up not working because Delta wasn’t very good with relationships, and his personality and morals clashed with Color’s. They broke up and stayed on good terms as friends 😋😋

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As for Delta and Bravery, the two are literally just besties.

I think Delta initially had a father/kid relationship with Frisk, and he was extremely crushed when he failed to save them. It was like losing a kid basically, and he probably forced himself to help people all over to make up for his mistakes.

He ended up exhausting himself, and Core found him when he was having a mental crisis due to all of the guilt and stress he was put through, and he was later relocated at the OT.

As for Bravery, as Delta was recovering from his little guilt trip, he got to know the kid better and learned about who they were, their backstory, how they died.

He felt bad at first, convincing himself that he was just trying to replace Frisk to get over their death, but Bravery urged him not to have those thoughts because he wasn’t being “brave.”

Whining about the past wasn’t something a brave person would do. He should move on because dwelling on it wasn’t going to help him get better, or stronger.

Poor Bravery accidentally convinced him to push down his feelings 😭😭

But other than that, they just act like father and kid all the time, like best friends. Bravery offers him battle advice, keeps him from falling apart when things go wrong, and they work as a team.

In return, Delta takes the kids places they always wanted to see, lets them try new things, basically just letting them experience being a curious kid again, as they died WAY too early.

okay I’m done yapping because my phone’s about to die and it’s almost my curfew at camp 😣😣

PLEASE add to this if yall have more headcannons I love him :3

Delta belongs to animatedzorox

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yusuke kitagawa/male!reader !!

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masc!reader (7)

anon asks: yusuke kitagawa x male reader plz 🙏🏾

A/N: sorry for the squints almost year long wait anon (oops) i think these ending up skewing a bit too gender neutral for my taste, but these were written first and foremost with a male reader in mind !! personally, i dont think yusuke cares too much for gender when it comes to romance (when he cares about romance at all) so that might be why. still, i hope you like them anon !! (+ i decided to try a new format for these. the old format was fun, but a little too restrictive.)

Yusuke somehow manages to strike a balance between obvious and frustratingly vague. Sometimes he's upfront and forward about his feelings for you and other times he says things that make you question everything you thought you knew.

Yusuke remains loyal to his art; if you don't like art, consider yourself thoroughly rejected. He doesn't need you to fully understand it, but you have to at least be able to derive some meaning from it.

He really loves asking you to model for him. He refuses to ask you to nude model for him if you aren't in a relationship yet. Yusuke had no qualms about asking Ann because that was for the sake of art and art alone. You, on the other hand, are a different story. When he formally starts courting you, then, maybe, he'll ask.

Yusuke confesses the only way he knows how: art. He dedicates a painting to you, and, with somehow too much and absolutely no fanfare, asks you out. The painting is definitely a lot, but he asks it so casually while you inspect the it that you might mistake his words as commentary on the art piece.

Yusuke does have a favorite date spot—and it's not an art museum or gallery. While he does like taking you to art galleries, but he see the place as more casual than romantic, since the conversation always revolves around the art. His absolute favorite date spot is the boat rides at Inokashira Park: when there is nothing but the tranquility of the water and you.

If you're a Phantom Thief, Yusuke loves watching you fight. You constantly see him framing you with his hands. If you ever ask him what he's doing, he'll simply smile and say: "Ah, I was just thinking about what a beautiful painting this would make," completely casually.

Yusuke really only has two things on his mind at all times: art and you. He hopes to, one day, create a painting of you that can effect people just like how the Sayuri affected him; to capture your eyes, your face, your body—your beauty—just right so that the world might understand exactly how he views you.

[danieyells]

Puts my mouth against the microphone

Oh my god.

Oh my god they were so fucking close AND TAIGA RUINED IT BUT ALSO. . .HE WAS SO NOT OKAY THERE???? MAYBE BECAUSE HE HADN'T EATEN IN AT LEAST TWO DAYS AT THAT POINT??? BUT LIKE WE ALSO KNOW HE CAN EAT ANOMALIES OF ANY SORT EVEN IF THEY'RE MADE OF SOMETHING SOLID AND CONTAIN NO MEAT. HE WON'T EAT THEIR WEAPONS BUT HE'LL EAT OTHER STUFF. Also he does drink regular human alcohol but i guess he doesn't like processed anomalies???

And the fucking

The whole thing

The everything

Romeo knowing people at the auction because he knows how to be an art dealer

ROMEO AND YURI'S PREEXISTING RELATIONSHIP?????? WHERE THEY KIND OF HATE EACH OTHER BUT ALSO YURI STOPPED CALLING SINOSTRA GERMS WHILE ROMEO WAS LISTENING SO HE EITHER RESPECTS OR FEARS HIM BUT ALSO THEY CLEARLY HAVE NO RESPECT FOR EACH OTHER. . . . ROMEO KNOWS HE USED TO BE IN SOME OTHER HOUSE AND WAS THERE WHEN HE RAN AWAY DOES THAT MEAN HE WAS IN SINOSTRA?? PROBABLY NOT RIGHT THE FROSTHEIM CONNECTION IS TOO STRONG. AND WE KNOW ROMEO KIND OF HOLDS FROSTHEIM IN HIGH ESTEEM EVEN IF HE HATES THEM NOW SO MAYBE MY THEORY THAT HE USED TO BE CLOSE TK THE FROSTHEIMERS WAS CORRECT??? AND HE WAS THERE WHEN TOHMA HAD TO GET YURI OUT???? UUUUUU

YURI SLEEPING NEXT TO JIRO?????

RITSU SAYING HIS MOM HELPED HIM PICK OUT THE SUNGLASSES KDBCHFIDJ

BUT THE OUTFITS WERE OTHERWISE PICKED AND CURATED BY ROMEO??? ROMEO FUCKING DRESSING EVERYBODY AOSBDHDKS DU

TAIGA REMEMBERING THAT HE MET PC BEFORE AND EXPLAINING THE KYKLOS RAN AWAY TOO QUICKLY FOR HIM TO GET TO. . . .

TAIGA MOCKING ROMEO FOR WORKING WITH HYDE. . .SAYING HE THINKS THE WAY HE TALKS TO HYDE IS GROSS. . .TELLING HYDE TO LEAVE ROMEO ALONE. . . . . . ..

And

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SO J THINK TAIGA'S GUN CAN ONLY HIT THINGS THAT ARE ACTIVELY MALICIOUS HE CANNOT HIT SOMETHING THAT HAS NO INTENTION OF FIGHTING. HE DOESN'T UNDERSTAND THAT THAT'S HOW IT WORKS

RITSU HITS PEOPLE WITH THE BOOK BECAUSE TAIGA TAUGHT HIM TO USE IT AS A BLUNT WEAPON. . . . . . . . . . .

ROMEO'S STIGMA CAN MAKE LITERALLY ANYTHING INTO A BOMB WITH A BIGGER EXPLOSION DEPENDING ON THE OWNER'S ATTACHMENT TO THE THING.

TAIGA DOESN'T LIKE THAT HYDE IS INVOLVED WITH ROMEO BUT HYDE SAYS ROMEO IS THE ONE DRIVING THEIR INVOLVEMENT SO IF HE'S BOTHERED HE SHOULD TALK TO ROMEO ABOUT IT. . . . . . . .

HYDE CONTINUES TO BE SUS BUT ALSO. . .I REALLY THINK HIS INTENTIONS AREN'T BAD HE'S JUST SUSSY? BECAUSE HE'S LIKE. . .TAIGA YOU HAVE TO TELL ROMEO YOU WANNA WORK TOGETHER WITH HIM AGAIN YOU HAVE TO COMMUNICATE WITH HIM BUT TAIGA GETS MAD. BUT THAT'S ACTUAL GOOD ADVICE THAT WOULD HELP THEM. . .I WONDER IF HE'S TRYING TO DRIVE THEM INTO CORNERS TO FORCE THEM TO TAKE ACTION?

THE HALLOWEEN EPISODE IS NEXT MONTH!!!!!

The way romeo talked about taiga ehen he pulled out the mask, with this fondness snd admiration and in a similar voice to the kne he uses with hyde even though taiga just got through saying it was gross

And taiga clocking that romeo had been so consumed by greed that he was preventing them from leaving and romeo letting go of all the valuables so they could all escape and

And

You'll get to keep the prettiest thing

The little touch to his hair

These bitches are so gay good for them. . . . . . . . . .

AND. AND!!!

TAIGA KNOWING ABOUT THE AUCTION TIAGA BEING QUIET FOR SO MUCH OF THE INVESTIGATION BECAUSE HE WAS ANALYZING AND OBSERVING AND TAKING EVERYTHING IN TAIGA REVEALING THAT HE KNOWS SO MUCH BUT REFUSING TO EXPLAIN HOW AND RITSU CREEPING CLOSER TO HIM ASKING ALL THESE QUESTIONS AND AND HE DEFINITELY SEES PAST PRESENT AND FUTURE RIGHT???? IT'S ALMOST CERTAIN RIGHT????

Taiga was so eepy this whole episode just lying all over the couch and taking naps and sitting in romeo's chair AND ROMEO DIDN'T COMPLAIN! and!!!!

I FEEL LIKE WE DIDN'T LEARN ANYTHING BUT I THINK THIS IS ABOUT THEIR GROWING AND STRUGGLING DYNAMICS RIGHT NOW. I THINK THIS IS ABOUT FINDING PROBLEM AREAS FOR FUTURE RESOLUTION. NOT REALLY A PROGRESSION CHAPTER BUT AN ESTABLISHING CHAPTER. WE LEARN A LITTLE MORE EVERY TIME.

The fact that Romeo's stigma is more powerful based on attachment to the thing he blows up. . .meaning if he wants to really destroy something he has to use something he loves. . . .

WHAT DID YURI MEAN BY THAT ROMEO HAD HIS BRAND NAME STOLEN???? DID ROMEO CHANGE HIS NAME?????? IS ROMEO NOT ACTUALLY ITALIAN????? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN WHY DOES YURI KNOW ABOUT IT(I MEAN WE KNOW YURI ALSO SEEMS TO LIKE LUXURY GOODS FROM WHERE HE WANTED TO GO IF HE GOT AN R&R PERMIT?) WHEN DID THEY BECOME FRIENDS WHY ARE THEY SO BITTER WITH EACH OTHER NOW BUT ALSO IT FELT KINDA LIKE BANTER BETWEEN TWO GUYS WHO KNOW THEY'VE BOTH BEEN THROUGH SOME SHIT AND RELATE TO EACH OTHER?

AND I WAS RIGHT THAT TAIGA KNOWS HAKU AND HE CALLS HIM "NAGI" FROM HIS LAST NAME. . .THAT'S CUTE. . .AND HIS NEW WARDING CARD HAS HAKU WATCHING HIM IN THE BACKGROUND TOO WHAT'S UP WITH THAT? HE LOOKS UNHAPPY TOO ALSO WTF IS TAIGA EATING THAT MEAT LOOKS PREPARED NOT RAW. LOOKS LIKE FUCKIN JERKY.

I'M JUST HAVING SO MANY THOUGHTS I'M HAVING SO MANY FEELINGS THIS WAS A TREAT CHAPTER. Like i said this is definitely an "establishing the background/situation" chapter more than a progress one but hahsbduxkdnshskdn aaaaaa. . . . . . . . . .it was good. Maybe because i ship taiga and romeo so hard but it was good they squabbled the whole time romeo punches taiga and he just takes it. ROMEO TELLS TAIGA HOW MUCH HE HATES "SPINELESS MEN" BECAUSE HE FEELS LIKE TAIGA'S BEING A COWARD AND TAIGA GETS QUIET AND COOPERATES LIKE HE DOESN'T WANNA BE UNATTRACTIVE IN ROMEO'S EYES THIS WAS A SHIP TEASE CHAPTER.