So I stopped using Tumblr because I was feeling very overwhelmed by personal life and my own dumb brain making all sort of chemicals (none of which were beneficial!), but here I am! WHY?! BECAUSE I'VE BEEN
OBSESSED
With an variety of different interests and hyperfixations that I NEED TO EXPRESS WITHOUT FILTER-
Like seriously, I've been using Instagram ever since because I wanted to make cute art and maybe get a nice portfolio going on but I want to draw CRINGE!! I want to BE CRINGE!!
But that's about it, because I don't want to talk about the time I was out. I mean it was a nice reset from Tumblr but from life?? I NEED REST FROM LIFE RIGHT NOW-
You’re standing outside the gym where the Olympics team is practicing when you see Iwaizumi walk by, hand in hand with a clumsily waddling toddler. Iwaizumi nods at you and the toddler waves a chubby arm at you. You giggle and wave back.
“Did you want to wait inside?” Iwaizumi asks.
You’re about to decline when the toddler tugs on your fingers.
“Come in?” he asks.
You agree, letting him lead you by his grip around your ring finger and pinky. Inside the gym, Iwaizumi asks you to watch his son as he finishes up with the team. The child quickly settles into your lap, his babbling trailing off as he dozes away. You’re fiddling with a loose thread in his little sweater when Wakatoshi comes up behind you, freshly showered. He greets you with a brief kiss on the head and sits quietly next to you when he sees the sleeping kid in your arms.
“Who’s this?”
“Iwaizumi’s son,” you respond distractedly.
Ushijima stares intently at you as you gently rock the small child in your arms. He continues to watch in silence as you double-knot his shoelaces, straighten the sleeves on his sweater, and swat away the drool at the corner of his open mouth. He notices when you laugh quietly at his little snores.
His eyes are still on you when you finally look up at him.
“What,” you laugh. “What are you looking at?”
Before he can answer, Iwaizumi comes to relieve you of childcare duties. He thanks you and you assure him that his son was wonderful.
“You’re in a good mood,” Ushijima states.
You only smile at him, swinging your clasped hands in wide arcs and skipping a bit.
Later that night, with your back nestled into his broad chest, he rubs a warm, large palm on your tummy. The gesture is innocent and gentle, but the circles get slowly wider.
“You like kids, huh?” As he talks, the palm slides up to cup your breasts.
“Is that what this is about?”
“What do you think,” he asks, hands not stopping. “About having kids.”
You push him onto his back and roll on top of his chest, eye to eye with him. He gazes at you lovingly and you’ll never get tired of it.
“I want a girl,” you say. “I really want to see your big muscly arms holding a pink blanket with our little daughter in it.”
He gives you a confused look, “if that’s what you want.”
He flips the two of you over, hands back on your body.
“What are you doing!” you laugh.
“Starting now,” he says simply, as his hands continue their trail down your body.
wait wait lemme cook, firefighter!soap & baker!reader…because y/n will never be boring!!
there was a fire at the bakery, you’re pretty sure the owner burned it down for insure and you got caught in the middle of it.
johnny has saved dozens of people before but has the urge to visit you at the hospital everyday and he doesn’t know why (we all know why).
after you’re healed, you start swinging by every so often to deliver fresh donuts to him and his team and they all start teasing him, saying stuff like, “there goes your girl, johnny”
imagine firefighter!soap visiting you in the hospital and being so sweet :(( and not accepting praise for how he literally pulled you from the flames.
you're not seriously injured, aside from some scrapes, bruises, and a few fractures. if soap hadn't been so quick on his feet, he wouldn't have spotted you before the burning bakery collapsed. it was the definition of a close call.
and then, you let it slip that you believe the fire was all a scam. the owner has always been greedy, not allowing you tips, cutting corners, etc. and soap knows that his captain has already voiced the same suspicions to the arson investigators — so it's not an empty lie.
you shouldn't be moving much at all, let alone having him talk your ear off — so he dismisses himself, insisting that you get some sleep, that he'll see visit you sometime soon, etc.
...
immediately goes to the hospital room next door, where the shitty owner of the bakery is. slightly mangled by flames, barely conscious from whatever drugs they're pumping through him.
firefighter!soap leaning over the owner, gripping his jaw and whispering the vilest threats in his ear so none of the nurses/visitors can hear.
how you could've died because of your boss' scam, and it has johnny SEETHING !!! probably more than he should be, considering it's his job to save, not to get involved. soap thinking 'should've let the bastard burn' as he speeds down the hall.
and he's probably not even supposed to be visiting you.
but he'll be back tomorrow. with a card and flowers as if he wasn't on the brink of committing a felony for you.
every few months i get a little crayzay about the russian five. and. this past addictive streak has been since jan, yet i dont have much to show fer it...
You watch as Miya Atsumu settles into his seat in front of the reporters before setting the little toddler into his lap. She babbles quietly, incoherently as Atsumu answers question after question.
“Yeah,” you hear Atsumu say, “I think the team works really well together because-”
“Wa!” the little girl interrupts.
“Because of our high school rivalries-”
“Wawa-chan!”
You watch Atsumu’s little daughter lock focus on Hajime standing next to you, reaching her stubby arms out to him.
You look over at your boyfriend, who’s trying to keep a straight face but also raises a hand to wiggle his fingers at the little Miya, who giggles in return.
“I didn’t know you liked kids,” you whisper at him.
“I don’t,” he says, all the while still making funny hand motions.
“If you like them so much,” you snake your fingers into his large palm. “I could help you out.”
Hajime squeezes your palm in reprimand. “Behave.” He looks over at you out of the corner of his eyes. “Anyway I’d like to get married before that.”
You sigh dramatically, “such a gentleman. You weren’t last night when we were-”
He slips the hand that was holding yours around your waist and gives the fat of your hips a solid squeeze. “Behave.” he whispers against your ear.
@naffeclipse The time for reveal comics is limited before the actual one hits, so yeah I had to draw it - did I reuse the "demon behind you" bit? Yes, because it's a banger scene <3
Idk guys I feel like shes still punk or emo or SOMETHING y'know!!! Like she doesn't hate her life or whatever anymore but I chose to believe she still dresses somewhat like the scary we know and love at least into her 20s... and yes I'm still being burdened by the whole feeling unable to make anything related to dndads cause I'm still so hype about the ending but I managed to squeeze a doodle out of my brain since I love scary sm
Osamu Laid on his bed, mind blank, His eyes puffy from all the crying. The past week was rough, fights in the apartment he once shared with the love of his life had become a war zone full of screaming, crying, and anger. Now here he was at the apartment of his twin brother, moping and staring at the ceiling hoping for the sadness to melt away. Finally, He closed his eyes and turns to the side, giving in to the exhaustion.
He opened his eyes, there he was driving his convertible while you were in the passenger seat wind blowing through your hair as you sang the lyrics to the song playing on the radio. You looked over to him and smiled as you reached for his hand, as soon as you held his fingers you started fading, tears rolling down your cheeks. “wait, please don't leave me” Osamu pleaded. “Goodbye Samu” as you faded completely. Osamu woke up in a jolt, tears rolling down his eyes, he held his knees in an attempt to soothe himself.
After a while, he stood up and walked towards his closet, opened it, and found an old pair of paint-stained blue jeans. As he picked it up memories started to come in. He could never forget how these jeans first got stained, it was on one of your many dates with Osamu, specifically a paint date. You both had so much fun, a little bit too much if one were to say. Both of you were throwing paint everywhere, you were having the time of your life, until you both got kicked out of the place; suddenly all of Osamu’s memories of you flooded into his mind, the midnight calls you guys had, even though both of you had nothing to say you both would end up laughing anyway, all of those dumb conversations you both would have that would make Osamu love you more and more.
He missed the old times. He missed you so so much, more than his heart can take. But now all that he's got is the stain on his blue jeans, the only way he could remember that you were once his.