#Gonna render a better piece soon

[ranminfan]

His name is Giovanni di Pietro di Bernardone or St. Francis of Assisi.

I didn't knew he was named "Francis" by his father, who he did not have the best relationship with. Despite that, he rose above it and responded charitably.

[wombywoo]

Ok! I've finally decided to put together a (somewhat) comprehensive tutorial on my latest art~

Please enjoy this little step-by-step 💁‍♀️

First things first--references!

Now I'm not saying you have to go overboard, but I always find that this is a crucial starting point in any art piece I intend on making. Especially if you're a detail freak like me and want to make it as realistic as possible 🙃

As such, your web browser should look like this at any given point:

Since this is a historical piece, it means hours upon hours of meaningless research just to see what color the socks are, but...again. that isn't, strictly, necessary 😅

Once I've compiled all my lovely ref pics, I usually dump them into a big-ass collage ⬇️

(I will end up not using half of these, alas :'D)

Another reference search for background material, and getting to showcase our models of choice for this occasion~

When picking a reference for an actor or model, the main thing I keep in mind (besides prettiness 🤭) is lighting and orientation. Because I already kinda know what pose I'm gonna go with for this piece, I can look for specific angles that might fit the criteria. I should mention that I am a reference hound, and my current COD actor ref folder looks like this:

Also keep in mind, if you're using a ref that you need to flip, make sure you adjust accordingly. This especially applies to clothing, as certain things like pants zippers and belt buckles can be quite specific ☝️

Now that we've spent countless hours googling, it's time to start with a rough sketch:

It doesn't have to be pretty, folks, just a basic guideline of where you want the figures to be.

The next step is to define it more, and I know this looks like that 'how to draw an owl' meme, but I promise--getting from the loose sketch above to below is not that difficult.

Things to keep in mind are--don't go too in-depth with the details, because things are still subject to change at this point. In terms of making a suitable anatomically-correct sketch, I would suggest lots of studying. This doesn't even have to be things like figure drawing, I genuinely look at people around me for inspiration all the time. Familiarize yourself with the human form, and things like weight, proportions, posing will seem a little more feasible.

It's also important at this stage to consider your composition. Remember to flip the canvas frequently to make sure you're not leaning to one side too often. I'm sure something can be said for the spiral fibonacci stuff, which I don't really try to do on purpose, but I think keeping things like symmetry and balance in mind is a good start ✌️

Next step is just blocking in the figures. Standard. No fuss 👍

Now onto the background!

It's frankly hilarious how many people thought I was *hand-drawing* these maps and stuff 😂😂 I cannot even begin to comprehend how insanely difficult that would be. So yeah, we're just taking the lazy copy and paste way out 🤙

I almost always prepare my backgrounds first, and this is mostly to get a general color scheme off the bat. For collage work, it's really just a matter of trial and error, sticking this here, slapping this there, etc. I like to futz around with different overlay options until I've found a nice arrangement. Advice for this is just--go nuts 🤷‍♀️

Next, I add a few color adjustments. I tend to make at least 2 colors pop in an art piece, and low and behold, they usually tend to be red and blue ❤️💙There's something about warm/cool vibes, idk man..

Now we move on to coloring the figures. This is just a basic block and fill, not really defining any of the details yet.

Next, we add some cursory values. Sloppy airbrush works fine, it'll look better soon I promise 🙏

And now--rendering!

I know a lot of beginner artists are intimidated by rendering, and I can totally understand why. It's just one of those things you have to commit to 💪

I've decided to show a brief process of rendering our dear Johnny's face here:

Starting off, I usually rely on the trusty airbrush just to get some color values going. Note--I've kept my sketch layer on top, but feel free to turn it on and off as you work, so as to not be too bound to the sketch. For now, it's just a guideline.

This next stage may look like a huge jump, but it's really just adding more to the foundation. I try to think of it like putting on make-up in a way~ Adding contours, accentuating highlights. This is also where I start adding in more saturation, especially around areas such as ears, nose and lips. Still a bit fuzzy at this point, but that's why we keep adding to it 💪

A boy has appeared! See--now I've removed most of the line layer, and it holds up on its own. I'll admit that in order to achieve this realistic style, you'll need lots and lots of practice and skill, which shouldn't be discouraging! Just motivate yourself with the prospect of getting to look at pretty men for countless hours 🙆‍♀️

I'll probably do a more in-depth explanation about rendering at some point, but let's keep this rolling~

Moving forward is just a process of adding to the figures bit by bit. I do lean towards filling in each section from top to bottom, but you can feel free to pop around to certain parts that appeal to you more. I almost always do the faces first though, because if they end up sucking, I feel less guilty about scrapping it 😂 But no--I think he's pretty enough to proceed 😚

They're coming together now 🙆‍♀️ Another helpful tip--make sure you reuse color. By that, I mean--try to incorporate various colors throughout your piece, using the eyedropper tool to keep a consistent palette. I try to put in bits of red and blue where I can

Here they are fully rendered! Notice I've made a few subtle changes from the sketch, like adjusting the belt buckles because I made a mistake 😬 Hence why you shouldn't put too much stock in your initial sketch~

The next step is more of a stylistic choice, but I usually go over everything with an outline, typically in a bright color like green. Occasionally, I can just use my initial line layer, but for this, I've made a brand new, cleaner line 👍

And the final step is adjusting the color and adding some text:

Tada!! It's done!

All in all, this took me the better part of a week, but I have a lot of free time, so yeah ✌️

I hope you appreciated that little walkthrough~ I know people have been asking me how I do my art, but the truth is--I usually have no clue how to explain myself 😅 So have this half-assed tutorial~

As a bonus, here is a cute (cursed) image of Johnny without his mustache:

A baby, a literal infant child !!! who put this wee bairn on the front lines ??! 😭

Anyway! peace out ✌️

[kozachenko]

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OK finally back with some more drawings! Since Touhou 17 is approaching it's 5 year anniversary soon, I wanted to draw at least one of the charatcers (hopefully I'll still be motivated to draw Keiki lol) and I had some ideas for Saki and I've never drawn her before, so that's how we got here!

Artist's Notes;

So after doing some drawings of my OCs (who I will reveal upon a later date since I still wanna finalize their designs) and finally getting out of my art funk that I've been in for a while, I started off this drawing with the mentality of "oh yeah I'm just gonna put together this quick outfit for Saki and I won't bother rendering it"

...and then I did but to be honest I am very happy I did because oh my god clothes are so fun to render for me now. I remembered the technique I used on my drawing of Reimu and applied that here. That technique being using triangles to imply shadows and highlights in clothing and then blending out those shadows to give the clothing some three dimensionality. My favourite things that I rendered in this piece were the gloves, hat and the belt buckle (since I applied a technique for rendering gold and metal objects that I remember seeing/hearing about a while ago). Don't get me wrong, I love how all the clothing turned out in this piece but the gloves are the real standout of this piece to me. I also had some fun with the cowboy boots (I couldn't figure out how to make those cool metal star things work on the boots though that is a sin I fully intend to fix later down the line) since when I looked at references for them I noticed how some of them had these intricate details embroidered (?) onto them.

Also, in the earliest phases of this drawing Saki had this really big black coat that I decided to get rid of later down the line because it really does not work with her fighting style and it did not stand out against her wings, and the logistics of her getting said jacket with her wings on confused me. Like, I can kind of imaging that on her shirt she has a little open spot for her wings that she can just put them in. That goes for Yachie to but now I'm even more confused because all her clothes must need some open backs because of her shell??? Which raises some more questions, like, can she just never be on her back when sleeping??? Looking at Yuuma we can see that the beast yakuza in Touhou can freely change their form from human to beast so can Yachie just double down on the human bit and get rid of her shell temporarily so she can sleep comfortably??? Because if she lays on her back is she just kinda wobbling around like most turtles are when they're on their backs? Can she hypothetically retreat into her shell, if so that has some weird implications to how her anatomy works. Like, what does her skeleton look like? Seriously, what are the logistics here WHERE DOES YACHIE GET HER FUCKING CLOTHES BECAUSE THEY PROBABLY NEED TO BE SPECIFICALLY TAILORED SO SHE CAN PUT IT ON TO FIT HER SHELL I DON'T NEED SLEEP I NEED ANSWERS YACHIE WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS-

....rant aside, you can see the remnants of this idea in the tattered back of her... idk what to call it but I know she has a variant of this in her OG design. I mainly wanted to test this out because of the cursed realization that The Ghoul in Fallout Prime is just a male Saki but if Utsuho gave Saki radiation poisoning. No seriously, they're smug ass cowboys who are so sure of their own strength that have fought at least one mechanically engineered robot in some variation of a wasteland with an affinity for dogs. I'm now morbidly curious as to what would happen if you put the two of them in a room together. Would they try to kill each other? Would they become besties? Would they try to kill each other and then become besties? Who knows. But yeah jokes aside the tattered cloth was a design choice that was inspired by The Ghoul from Fallout Prime because y'know, same vibes. And also because yes I do love Fallout Prime and I am so ready for season two IT'S SO GOOD GO WATCH IT EVEN IF YOU AREN'T FAMILIAR WITH FALLOUT AS A SEIRES GO DO IT NOW, SAIL THE SEVEN SEAS FOR IT IF YOU HAVE TO JUST WATCH IT-

I knew for Saki's face I wanted to give her some thick eyebrows, it just makes sense. I also wanted to give her some scarring on her face because she's a crime boss, why wouldn't she have scars? I also had some fun with her little horse ear that's sticking out from the side of her hat since it would kinda look weird if she just had no ears period. I also went ham on stylizing her ponytail into this weird swirl, since if I were to show you some of my recent doodles from my sketchbook you would notice that that has become a common motiffe in some of my art. I don't know why but I just like it. Saki's wings were also very fun, I found a good reference for bird wings that are specifically shaped for high speeds (though I did add some stylistic touches so her one wing that's out wouldn't look like a big blob) since her whole thing is speed. From very early on in the process I knew that I wanted Saki to not look skinny, so I found some refs of female kickboxers for her legs and noticed that while parts of their upper body are maybe a bit toned, it's the legs that have a lot of power. I mainly did this because kicking is a huge part of her fighting style.

Overall, I'm really happy with this drawing, and once Touhou 17's anniversary rolls around I do want to go more in depth on my thoughts in the game, it's themes, and how the animal realm functions as a dark parallel to Gensokyo in many ways. I'll also have to get around to drawing Yachie and Keiki as well (if I still have the time and motivation to do so) since I have some ideas for their designs that I'm very excited to draw (especially Keiki).

[smolsaturn-png]

They better announce Steel Ball Run soon or I'm gonna lose my gourd.

Still a work in progress but i'd call this a finished black and white piece!! Should be able to post the final render within a few days???

[bluginkgo]

"Nice Corpse House My Guy" Remastered Behind Scenes!

The most glaring and obviously annoying thing that's evident in this comic- if you even wanna call it that- are the god forsaken BACKGROUNDS. There was a lot of experimentation going on for backgrounds here. Because the first couple pictures, THAT is what I used to draw backgrounds as. Trees are sticks and grass is flat. I realized that wasn't gonna cut it. I didn't like it at all. So I started experimenting and boy was it messy. It finally sorta settled on the style by the end of the comic. I'm still unhappy with it, but it'll have to do for now.

Here's a small comparison

One thing that I ran into was how I was gonna show that N was in his "killer mode." I could have placed the X's over the pupils, but found it unnatural looking in my style. So instead, it was settled to a concentrated light in the pupils.

Best seen between these two. The second N snaps out of it, the X/light in his pupils disappears, and the normal light returns to his eyes, which is similar to Uzi's.

Another thing I started slowly including was Uzi's little tooth on her beak.

The jutting out portion on her beak is a personal touch. Although it doesn't really matter, I included it to separate her from the rest of the "worker drones." Seen as she's an absolute solver host and has a solver form, something was going to creep up in her crow design, hence the little teeth. Doll would have them too, given I draw her in the form I've been thinking about.

Another thing I ran into, was WHAT WAS UZI GONNA TAKE N DOWN WITH?! This is a bird vs. a dog! No way was a bird gonna decommission a whole dog! Then this scene came up in my recent rewatch of Murder Drones.

And it clicked. Loooong long time ago, I had a very specific hyperfixation: birds. One thing I learned that some pigeons do, was they're capable of doing a somersault. And in mid-air, too!

I was finally set. The SICK AS HELL RAILGUN was downgraded to a simple piece of shiny glass/pebble that attracted Uzi- and crows love shiny things. And the same pebble will be used to launch at N's sensor that made him trip over. Because I was also not going to draw N doggo losing his head. I love gorey and bloody shows and art- hence why I watched Murder Drones- but I honestly had no idea how to recreate that, and I suck at drawing gore in general, I mean, did you SEE the crow N was chewing on? That was my best try honestly.

Here are some progress shots and how the layers worked in the scene where N is bonked with a stick.

As per usual, start with a sketch, this is actually 2nd sketch. The first is much rougher, just some circles and random shapes to outline his body form.

Then, this is all outlined and rendered. Along with some additions like the stick and the little rock.

The background was the hardest, aside from some weird angles I picked to draw Uzi and N at. I suck at backgrounds, like I've mentioned many times before. So, this needed a lot of testing and experimenting. Most of this works because I found some cool brushes to use. But aside from that, I honestly still don't like how it looks. It's slightly better than my stick trees and flat grass though, I guess.

Put it all together, add a black layer to simulate nighttime, put some lights to show moonlight through trees and voila, you've got an N doggo that got bonked by a stick! I see this project/comic mostly as practice and testing. Background testing mostly, and some brushes. The background/brush testing actually spilled over into another post of the solver Uzi I made a bit back. I'd say I was pretty happy how it turned out, but brush wise, I was going to test around a little more.

NUzi comic 'Sleep' is my next project. Uhhh, don't ask me when I'm gonna have it out, I have no idea. I'm guessing sometime end of Jan and beginning of Feb. But that might be delayed seeing as Murder Drones ep7 should be out sometime soon too, so I'll need to go crazy about that for a bit and then I'll go back to my usual thing ^_^ 'Sleep' will take place still between the Pilot and Heartbeat.

P.S. I have all 26 pages story boarded... good god what happened to the 'mini' part of the comic 😭

Anyways, why are you still here?! Have a cookie ^_^ you made it! Have a nice day now, bye bye <3

[idontplaytrack]

Pick Up The Phone

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem!reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, coarse language, descriptions of anxiety & disordered eating behaviour. Reader discretion is advised.

In which reader hasn’t respond to Janis’ texts in a day and Janis tries to call her multiple times but to no avail.

Please excuse the lack of formatting / separation of paragraphs😩 enjoy this drabble!

The day Janis found out or rather, realised, what you’ve been dealing with, you would’ve thought that she would dump you if you didn’t know her any better. She began noticing a pattern emerge about half a year into the relationship- on weekdays, you’d claim to wake up at 6:30. And have breakfast by 7:00. Now, if you were even just a minute later, you wouldn’t have anything to eat until they let out for lunch at 12:30. On weekends however, Janis picked up that you’d essentially been eating one meal a day sometimes and trying to convince her that you’d already eaten. Little by little, more and more of your behaviour unveiled it to her- your meals shrunk in size on certain days, but other days, it was ‘normal’. You’d act as if you didn’t just restrict yourself the day before. It was like pendulum, either one way or the other. Also little by little, Janis’ worry grew. She was thinking about how to talk to you about it. But she was rendered clueless despite how straightforward she always was.

The only way she had realised was because of how much time she’d spent with you to know your routine by heart. Once she’s got a hang of it, it began to seem clear to her that your relationship with food was not so good.

Janis was no stranger to self-loathing- so she knew whatever this was, it was a terrible thing, and detrimental to both your physical and mental wellbeing. She thought that you were the most beautiful person she’s ever laid her eyes on, and Janis always tells you that. But she also knows that your mind wouldn’t let you take her word for it. She’s had some moments like these of her own.

“y/n, pick up your phone.” She left you a message. Message number five.

You haven’t been online since after school yesterday- after some guy at school made a comment about how you were ‘spilling out of your shirt’ and how you were going to be ‘ripping your pants’. Janis immediately gave those guys a piece of their mind, but there was no turning back for you- those comments made you feel like crap, way worse than you’ve already been feeling after some stupid remarks from your Mom the night before about similar things.

Janis just knew it in her heart that you wouldn’t be picking up her calls anytime soon, so after school, she went over to your place. No one answered the door but she lets herself in, knowing where the spare key was hidden. She heads up the stairs to your room, and there you were. Thank God. Thank fucking god you didn’t just leave your phone at home so that it would show your location as that.

“Babe.” She knocks on the door and you got startled.

“Shit, why are you here?”

“I told you never to do that- I get that you’d want some time alone, and some space. But always, always tell me. You can’t just not respond to anything I’ve sent you and expect me not to worry one bit.

“Okay, leave me alone.” You shrugged, not even looking at her.

“It’s too late for that now.” Janis almost scoffed, but held back, “I know you haven’t eaten all day. So we’re gonna make sure you eat something.”

“I don’t need to.” You tell her.

“Yes, you do.” She sits down in front of you and grabbed your hands, “Look at me.” You refused to, so she repeated herself. Reluctantly, you turned your head to look at her. “Have you not been hearing the same things I do? I don’t need to be eating.”

“No one should be denied food- not when they haven’t eaten anything. We all need some food to survive too, and right now, I know for a fact you haven’t eaten.”

“Believe me…I’ve tried my best to let them just run their mouths, but I can’t fight them and the voice in my head forever. As hard as I try, they always win. I always fall and can’t-”

Part of her was a little angry, but she soon shook off that feeling and listened to you- putting herself in your shoes.

“I’ve been dealing with this for as long as I can remember. It’s hard, Janis. So fucking-”

She engulfs you in a hug, rubbing your back. That’s what you needed, instead of having someone raise their voice at you- you knew Janis meant well, but unfortunately, your parents? Not so much, they both only spurred on your disordered eating, saying that it’d be great for you to lose weight. So, well- your brain has somehow been conditioned to listen to their negativity over the years. That’s always how it’s been like for you- that’s all you knew. But when Janis found out, she didn’t get mad at you, she was patient and wanted to know more about how she could help you. She’d opened your eyes to how things were supposed to be like when you were struggling. You’ve spent years shoving it way down, or channeling your focus on the wrong things that have been harming your mind and body. The effects have become apparent- Karen mentioned how much weight you seemed to have lost last week and that triggered an anger in Janis that she didn’t know she even had. But of course, Karen did not mean it in a bad way. She never really does mean anything she say in a negative way. Also, no one knew about what you were going through other than Janis. So there’s that.

It took Janis a lot of coaxing to get you to eat something. But first thing’s first, was what to eat. “We can cook it together, alright?”

You nodded in agreement, leaning against the kitchen island as she stood before you. “How does some pasta sound?” She suggested, “We could do a broccoli and cheese sauce, add some ham for protein?”

Yeah, Janis has learnt a thing or two. Including the fact that it tends to help you be more okay with eating if you two prepared the meal together and ate together. Or for her to just keep you company while you ate. You were quiet for a little bit to think about that and any other options. You agreed to her suggestion.

“Alright, attagirl. Let’s get cooking.” Janis smooches you on the cheek. She grabs a pot, filled it with water and a pinch of salt before letting it come to a boil, “What kind of pasta do you want, baby?”

“Um, the bowtie ones.” You decided. She grabs that particular bag off the pantry shelf and handed it to you. You poured some out into a bowl then put the snack clip back to keep the bag closed. “Okay, that’s good.”

Once the food was all done, you and Janis sat on the floor, at the coffee table in the living room to eat. “I know that sauce came from a can, but it’s really good.”

“I know.” Janis chuckles, “Might need to convince my Mom to switch over to this brand now.”

You smiled a little bit, “Jan, thank you for being so patient with me. I really appreciate that, even though sometimes when things get bad, I lash out. I want you to know that I don’t mean that. And please don’t hesitate to snap me out of that, or yell at me.”

“Babe, yelling at you is not the way to go. I’m never gonna do that when you’re having a bad day especially.” Janis told you.

“I’m just saying, if the time comes when you need to yell at me for anything else. Please just yell at me and tell me to wake the hell up.”

“No promises.” Janis shrugged, “I love you too much to be raising my voice at you, baby.”

You gave her a full smile this time, “I love you so much, Janis. You make me so fucking happy. The most happy I’ve ever been.”

“I love you more, baby.” Janis brushes her thumb over your knuckles, “I’m always gonna be here for you. Call me or text me, show up to my house whenever you wish to. Okay? No matter how busy I am, I’ll always make time for you. I’ll always pick up my phone for you.”

“I’ll make sure to tell you if I sense things getting bad again because I know you’ve been trying to help, and I am so thankful.” You promised.

Janis nodded, a smile now plastered on her face as if reflexively, “Thank you for trusting me and loving me for who I am.”

[chunksworld]

Sunflower

ARTMS Choerry x Male Reader | (Tags: Fluff, Smut) | girlfriend!Choerry

A/N 1: A sequel to Sunkissed. Thank you to @asmodeussoularium for the inspiration and ideas; thank you also to @kaedewrites for the beta read.

A/N 2: I miss Choerry so damn much. I hope she’s doing fine wherever she may be.

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“Wake up, oppa!” 

There’s no better sight to wake up to than your girlfriend peppering your face with kisses—something she loves doing. Especially when she’s wearing your shirt after a passionate night of lovemaking; it is so large on her that it basically covers her body right down to her inner thighs. And with the prettiest smile on her face, she looks absolutely ethereal. How did you get so lucky having a girlfriend like her? No time to ponder because as soon as you’re fully awake, she immediately starts to grind on you.

“C-Choerry wait, we have class in twenty min—“ No use in arguing with her because she’s already taken her shirt off. Unsurprisingly, she’s not wearing a bra underneath so her small and perky breasts are presented to you, along with her curves that never fails to amaze you. And in a flash your shorts have already been discarded as it joins the pile of clothes on the carpeted floor—revealing your morning wood already leaking with precum. What a way to start off your day; not that you’re complaining or anything. She gives you a wink and a bite of the rosy flesh that is her inviting lips, before proceeding to let out her signature infectious laugh. Your brain goes haywire once again, short-circuiting at the ethereal sight in front of you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. If there’s anything you’ve learned in the four years you’ve known her, it’s that what Choi Yerim wants, Choi Yerim gets.

That damn physics class can wait. Who cares if your physics professor gets angry, he already hates the two of you anyways, even more so when you two became a couple. You dive in to capture her lips, the taste of her cherry chapstick lingering in your mouth. Like clockwork, you remember every nook and cranny as if it’s the back of your hand. “But I want you so bad, oppa.” A sultry whisper in your ears is enough to send you to overdrive as you proceed to take your shirt off. “Plus, you didn’t cum inside me last night so I’ll make sure you do this time.” A pout from the ball of sunshine currently straddling you—how can she look so cute yet so damn hot at the same time? It’s also not a surprise how she’s already drenched, juices dripping down her luscious thighs as her shorts are removed. “I hope you’ve still got some left.”

“Shit!” Along with a bunch of other curse words come out of your mouth as she impales herself on you. Despite having sex with her plenty of times, she’s still so amazingly tight which you are absolutely not going to complain about. Yerim is in an equal state of pleasure as she slowly begins to grind her hips, thighs rubbing with yours as she leans her head back. This presents you the perfect opportunity to leave marks all over her neck and collarbones, like an artist creating a masterpiece on a blank piece of canvas. You’ll make sure that she has a difficult time trying to hide it during the lecture. 

“Hnnghhh. S-So deep in me, oppa…” Her moans go directly into your ears as you feel her nails claw at your back, adding to the scratch marks she left last night. She’s truly become an expert in riding you; wide and curvaceous hips gyrating in a way that renders you almost speechless during every session. But you don’t want your girlfriend to do all of the work so you begin thrusting upwards as well, causing Yerim to squeal as she wraps her arms around your neck tightly.

“I’m gonna fill you so fucking much, Yerimmie.” Her cheeks are set ablaze with the use of that nickname—she’s still not used to it despite six months of being called that by you. And that just made her subconsciously tighten around you, sending shockwaves through your body as you twitch inside her, more precum leaking out of your shaft. You’re drowning in your own pleasure that you don’t feel the first waves of squirt flowing down your crotch and thighs and eventually the sheets as well. The sun explodes into a supernova as she clings on to you tightly, her strong orgasm leaving her shaking and breathless in the aftermath.

She looks down at the mess she made and blushes furiously. “A-Ah sorry oppa….” You find it extremely adorable how she always apologizes even though you’re already used to it. “I-I’m just so horny today.” That in itself is very apparent, considering she woke you up wanting to ride your morning wood. Again, you’re not going to complain. An insatiable Yerim is a sight to behold and after she calms down from her high, her eyes brighten up like stars. “Now it’s time for you to fill me like you promised.”

“Of course, my sunshine.” You didn’t need to be told twice as you grab her by the waist and pick her up before placing her gently on the bed all while your length is sheathed deep inside her. She recognizes this position all too well and proceeds to wrap her legs around your waist but you had a different plan in mind. “Let’s try something.” She lifts a curious eyebrow as you lean forward and grab ahold of her legs, placing them on your shoulders as you effectively put her on a mating press. The position allows you to impale her even further and she lets out a moan so deep and seductive that you just wanted to pound her. And that’s exactly what you did.

No more words exchanged between the two of you as you worked hard to reach your own climax—which isn’t too difficult considering how much she’s gotten you worked up. Each slap of the skin echoes throughout your room, squelching sounds indicating just how wet she is as she continues to squirt all over your sheets. Guess you’re going to have to do laundry in the middle of the week. Your cock is throbbing much more than before and Yerim senses this which is why she grabs your face with both of her hands and pulls you in for a heated kiss. 

The kiss is full of love and passion, what she can’t express through words is instead delivered through her actions. A grin from her as you pull away. “I love you so much, oppa.” She whispers in your ears and those three words are enough to push you to the edge and as you bury your face in her neck, you fill up her walls with your semen like she begged you to. You came so much that even as you pulled out, ribbons of your white substance landed on her tight stomach and her thighs.

You immediately crash right beside her as you try to catch your breath. You would indulge in some post-sex cuddle with her like you usually do but as she looks at the bedside clock, she painfully reminds you that you have a class to attend. That damn physics class. Maybe you should just drop out so you can spend more time with her.

“Oppa, it’s starting in three minutes!” —————————

“I’m gonna have to buy lots of concealer and foundation if you keep marking me, oppa.” Yerim pouts, intertwined hands as the human embodiment of sunshine meets its much larger counterpart ninety three million miles away.

Your automatic response whenever she pouts is to give her a kiss, which also allows you to taste her cherry lip balm. If you could kiss her every second of the day, you would. “And what’s wrong with that? Can’t I show everyone that you’re mine?” 

She bites her lips, trying her absolute hardest not to squeal at your words. But her face has already betrayed her, cheeks reddening faster than the speed of light. “Really, oppa? Even if it means getting kicked out of physics?”

“I mean I don’t mind, I hate going to that class anyways.” You shrug, resulting in the pouty princess to give you a light punch on the arm.

“Hnnnghh don’t say that! It’s the only class we need before we graduate!” Right, one more class before you get thrusted into the hellfire that is job searching; thankfully you have her by your side. 

“It’s so fucking exhausting though. I mean it took us forever to solve five problems yesterday.” Studying with Yerim is a double-edged sword. One on hand you get to spend more time with your girlfriend; on the other hand you get too distracted by her antics which includes randomly kissing you on the cheeks and leaning her head on your shoulder. But you absolutely do not mind; you’d rather go on dates with her than study, anyways. “Is this even all worth it?”

Her walking stops to a halt and she moves to stand in front of you, her unoccupied hand taking yours.“Just four more months, oppa! And then we can finally tour around the world like we planned.”

As always, Yerim is the positive one. Whenever things go sideways, she’s always there to reassure you that everything will work itself out. With her trademark optimism, it feels like you two can conquer anything. She’s a true sunshine princess and you’re her not-so-confident-in-himself oppa. Perhaps it’s this dynamic that’s allowed your relationship with her to thrive so well. No power struggle as to who’s in charge and whatnot. You are her protector and she is your everything. It’s clear that Yerim’s intense gravitational pull on you has only strengthened with time; your crush on her only growing from the moment of first encounter. 

Her signature sunshine smile never fails to send you into overdrive. Forget the fact that other students are rushing trying to get to their lectures. It’s just you, Yerim, and the millions of constellations that make up the sky. Try as they may but they’ll never be able to outshine the glowing red, hot star currently occupying your heart. 

“By touring you mean going to the UK so you can finally fulfill your dream of becoming a real-life wizard?”

“Don’t act like you don’t wanna go there too, oppa. Didn’t you almost buy tickets to watch a race when they came here?” Her love for Harry Potter can only be matched by your obsession with F1. Yes, that means making her wake up at an ungodly hour on Sunday mornings to watch the races while she makes you go on Harry Potter marathons with her.

“Fine, let’s just say that we both want to go there.”

“Deal. And after that, we could go to Spain! Or even Italy!” 

Or perhaps into the unknown. Or maybe to the edge of the observable universe. Or maybe she drags you out of bed on a Saturday morning to go on a shopping date with her. Or maybe even just in the confines of your two bedroom apartment, hands and legs intertwined as she makes you watch yet another fantasy movie–with her eventually falling asleep in your arms as she dreams about her future with you. And it’s during those moments that you realize how much of your soul she encapsulates, how much she truly means to you–as your housemate, best friend, and girlfriend.

Your only regret is not meeting her much earlier in your twenty one years of existence because every second spent with her is filled with bliss and you want to spend the rest of your life with her. No need to ask her the same question because she more than confirms such a statement every day with you. Just imagine if you two were childhood friends—how much more in love would you be with each other?

“How about we travel back to Korea? We haven’t been back home in a while.”

“That’s also a good idea! Then we can finally go on a Han River date! I heard it’s the perfect spot for couples.” Right. Out of all the dates you two haven’t been on yet, that’s on the very top of her list. “We could have a picnic there too.”

And as always, doubt begins to fill your mind once again. “Do we even have enough money for the trip? We can barely pay the rent.”

“Don’t worry oppa, we’ll figure it out!”  More reassurance from her, hands subtly squeezing yours. “Money won’t be a problem once we start working in Silicon Valley.”

“You’re saying that as if we’re definitely gonna get a job there.”

“There’s a reason why we’ve both gotten dean’s list every semester we’ve been here. We’ll do just fine!” 

“But–” A kiss to make you shut up. Such a gesture is fine in the confines of your apartment but with seemingly the entire world watching, your heart is set ablaze. Like a skillful wizard she easily puts you under her spell.

“I believe in you! So you should do the same, okay?” God, you love her so fucking much. What good deed did you do in your past life to have such a perfect girlfriend as her? Perhaps the stars are rewarding you for doing an adequate job as her protector. But it’s not a job when it comes to Yerim. You do it because she is more precious to you than anything in this universe. 

“Ha! Is oppa blushing?”

It’s extremely rare for Yerim to hit you with the uno reverse card but its effects are devastating. “W-What? No, I’m not.” Now you’re the one losing your composure. If there’s anyone that can send you into a frenzy with such ease, it’s her.

A celebratory dance, as if she just won an intense title-deciding race. “You so definitely are! Now I can get you back for all of your teasing.” 

Ruffle her hair. “That doesn’t count, Yerimmie.” 

Two Hufflepuffs battle it out for who truly deserves to belong in such a prestigious house. Stubborn vs. Stubborn. Sectumsempra vs Aveda Kedavra. Sun vs. Moon. “It sure does, oppa! Just like when we went on our first date.”

“The arcade date? When I won you that teddy bear?”

“Yes! And you were blushing so much when I hugged you tight.” How could you not when she loudly proclaimed how much she loved you in front of so many people? It’s like a scene straight out of a Korean drama, perhaps she was trying to play out such fantasies with you.

“You’re really not gonna let me forget about it, are you?” 

“Of course not!” It’s evident with the polaroid selfie of you two taken on that day displayed on the back of her phone. Lips planted firmly on your cheeks while you were a mess still very much processing the fact that you just went on a date with your housemate.

Suddenly you are pulled into her warm embrace; its effects on you remain much the same as it did exactly one hundred eighty five days ago. An overflow of dopamine that sends you to cloud nine; fireworks; supernova; solar flares–a cosmic explosion only Choi Yerim is capable of. 

“Didn’t you also make it your lockscreen, oppa?” Of course you did. That was the first thing you did as soon as you got home.

“Still is, actually.”

“Seeeeeeee?”

Just like every battle, the wizard from Bucheon prevails once again.

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Like a sunflower, your relationship with Yerim quickly blossomed. It was almost natural, like your friendship with her was bound to turn into something romantic the moment your eyes first landed on her—not that you were already planning your future with her or anything at that very moment. You can still vividly remember when you announced to your friends that you were finally dating her; it seemed like they were even happier than you were. All you heard were ‘I knew it’ and ‘I told you so’ for an entire week and you just wanted to bury yourself in a hole. 

It turns out they were right all along; Yerim was and still is hopelessly and deeply in love with you. What took them minutes of watching you two interact took you approximately three years. How did you not notice the fact that you were the only guy she interacted with? Or the fact that she always made sure to bake your favorite mango cake on your birthday? Or the fact that she cried like a baby when you sprained your ankle while playing basketball? Or the fact that she drunkenly confessed to you one time and you chose to ignore it?

But as they say, better late than never. And perhaps having known her for a long time already before dating gets rid of any possible awkwardness. Nothing changed between you two—except maybe that you can now freely kiss her on the lips and she can hug you anytime, anywhere. She’s also become much more clingy, not that you’re complaining or anything. So much so that she always sleeps in your room now, regardless of whether there is thunder or not. She always wants to be by your side.

“You have your own room, you know.” 

That just makes her tighten her hug as she scoots even closer to your chest. “But I like it better here! Plus, I can cuddle oppa while I sleep.” Fortunately your bed is enough to barely fit the two of you or else she would be sleeping while straddling you. Not that either of you are going to complain.

“We always cuddle when we watch movies or F1 races though.” Or basically whenever there’s an opportunity, she’ll cuddle with you even during a party. Nothing can stop the sunshine princess from staying close to you. But it’s not like you won’t do the same; you want to be with her as much as she wants to be with you.

She gets off of you and proceeds to straddle your lap. “But that’s different!” Purple LED light strips she insisted that you put in your room makes her glow in a way that not even the Sun could. “Cuddling during movie time is very different from cuddling during bed time.”

“Whatever you say, Choerry.” You sit up and proceed to pepper her face with kisses. Giggles from your girlfriend as you secure your arms around her waist. She squeals as you pull her closer towards you, leaving no inch of space between the two of you. “We’ll cuddle the entire day if you want to.”

She smiles so bright that it makes your brain go completely haywire. That’s the perfect opportunity for her to sneak in a quick kiss. “Mwah. Now that’s more like it, oppa. I know you’re very clingy.” Brush the loose strands of hair on her face aside, allowing you to see more of her ethereal beauty.

“You literally used your legs to prevent me from getting up this morning and I’m the clingy one?” Another kiss on your lips. If that’s her way of shutting you up then you’ll gladly keep on teasing her. 

“That’s because you woke up so early! I thought we were gonna go on a date or something.”

“You know what? That sounds like a good idea. Halloween’s coming up so maybe a haunted house date?”

“Hmph you’re so mean, oppa!”

You’ve never seen Yerim as terrified as when you took her to a haunted house after you two lost a bet—not even the fiercest thunderstorms could compare to how much she absolutely hated the experience. It’s funny considering how confident she was at the beginning too, claiming that “only kids” can get scared of such an attraction. Needless to say she spent most of the time screaming and holding on to you for dear life. By the end she was full-on crying and as always, it tore your heart to shreds seeing her like that. 

“Nah I’m just kidding. We can go to the amusement park again, if you want.”

Bright, starry eyes immediately widen at the suggestion. “Yes please!” Without a moment of hesitation she’s already agreed to your plans. “We better ride the Ferris wheel this time, oppa. You can’t back out now that you’re my boyfriend!”

“And what does that have to do with anything?”

“Cuz you chickened out last time! All because the ride attendant told us we looked like a couple.”

“Well you were holding my hands the entire time.” Try to recreate that same scenario, except now there’s no hesitation to intertwine your hands with hers. “I don’t think friends do this, Choerry.” There’s no hesitation to peck her on the lips either.

“Because they make me feel comfy and secure!” Then again, it never truly felt like you two were just friends. Everything you and Yerim did was uncharacteristic of two people engaged in a strictly platonic relationship. But it was inevitable; as if her gravity was fated to pull you in with every “friendly” date and the not-so-subtle public displays of affection that came with them. 

“Yeah. That’s why we looked hella sus the entire time.”

If her objective that day was to make your heart explode then she almost succeeded. Your smartwatch kept warning you of how extremely high your heart rate was despite being a physically fit twenty year old male. But how could you remain calm when she proceeded to act like you two were dating? Even more so when she gave you a kiss on the cheeks just as the fireworks were setting off at night. You were one millisecond away from confessing to her then.

“I guess that’s something we don’t have to worry about this time, oppa.”

Pinch her cheeks. “Absolutely not. I’ll proudly show everyone that you’re my girlfriend too.” Such simple words are enough to make her swoon and she melts in your arms like putty. Dark amber and ginger lily infiltrate your senses as she proclaims her love for you only in a way she can.

“I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!” A kiss after every iteration; each one seemingly lasting longer than the previous. 

“Are you trying to cast a spell on me or what?”

“Nope! I just wanna let you know how much I love you.” She doesn’t need to because she always shows it through her actions—much more so than with her words. But you’ll take any verbal reassurance from your girlfriend, especially since you didn’t even think you would hear those words coming out of her mouth months ago. Or that any of this would be happening. Housemates turned lovers; that you don’t see quite often. “I love you so much, oppa!”

“Well I love you 3000.”

Perhaps even more. More than the seemingly insurmountable odds it took for the Avengers to beat Thanos. More than the number of atoms that comprises the universe. Only if there was a way to truly convey it to her.

And maybe there is.

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“Do you ever think about getting married, oppa?”

It’s truly amazing how she can drop bombshells on you so casually. As if she’s just telling you an interesting anecdote from the past week. It’s perfect timing too considering how you just shoved a spoonful of chocolate ice cream in your mouth as she uttered those words. Next thing you know, you’re coughing and struggling to swallow your favorite dessert. 

“I-I’m sorry, oppa!” She immediately hands over a napkin as you try to clean up after yourself. “Didn’t know you would react like that.”

“Where the hell did that come from?”

“Cuz I’ve been thinking about it! Since we’ve been dating for quite some time now and everything.” A spoonful of her favorite cotton candy ice cream then a hum of satisfaction. “I just think it’d be really cute if we got married!”

Marriage. It’s not a surprise that Yerim is already thinking that far ahead into the future, it’s a plan that is even grander than any of the international escapades she wants you two to embark in. A life-altering decision that will permanently seal your fate with hers, one that ensures the sunshine will be by your side until the end of time. But it’s not like you weren’t thinking about the same thing either–flashes of her walking down the aisle in a wedding dress is your recurring dream.

Reach over for her left hand. “Guess we’re gonna have to replace that ring then.” The piece of jewelry wrapped around her left ring finger has never left its position ever since that fateful day nor has the position she took in your heart. “Think a diamond ring would look much better on you, Choerry.” 

A vehement shaking of her head. “No need to spend more money on me, oppa! Just your presence is enough.” She always says that. You might as well give her a plastic toy ring and she will still treat it as if it’s the rarest material in existence. As long as it’s from you, she will cherish it with her entire life.

“I wanna treat you, though,”

“You can do that when we’re married!”

“But I don’t wanna wait.”

A moment of silence and you think you’ve finally won a battle against her. But then she utters the next eight words that completely stops your orbit. “I can’t wait to be your wife then, oppa.” 

Mission control is out of reach yet again. This time the solar flare is much stronger than anything you’ve ever faced and you succumb immediately. You don’t even notice Yerim trying to catch your attention because you are trapped under the intense gravity of her statement. “Oppa? Are you okay?” Her words float away into space, your mind reduced to cosmic dust.

Choi Yerim; Choerry; Yerimmie; sunshine princess; sunflower; the cutest crybaby; the hottest ball of star; the best girl; your housemate; your girlfriend. You love her so much that it hurts; it hurts so good everytime she wakes you up with kisses, everytime she pulls you into a hug, everytime she tells you how much she loves you, everytime she whines when you don’t give her enough attention. It’s the little things that make you deeply and painfully lovestruck.

One kiss from her is all it takes to break your train of thought. “I got you again, oppa!” When she’s at her happiest, you’re at your happiest. The ultimate synchronization; the alignment of stars; the culmination of three years of friendship; six months of pure adrenaline rush; countless nights spent stargazing; countless movie nights; countless ice cream dates just like this one. The thought of spending the rest of your life with her is enough to melt you; and knowing that she feels the same way sets off fireworks in your fragile heart.

“I-It’s just cold, that’s why.”

“Hnnnghhhh why are you so stubborn, oppa.” A light tug on your arm. “You don’t have to act so tough around me, you know. I’ve known you for too long.” Three years but it feels like she knows you more than your parents. As if you’ve known her your entire life. Call it the red string of fate or just a connection far deeper than you anticipated when you first met her but if soulmates were truly a thing, then Choi Yerim can be described as such.

“Can’t just say that and expect me not to lose my shit, Yerimmie.”

“It was on purpose! You keep talking about how much you want to marry me in your sleep so I know I have to tease you.”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah! You keep fanboying over me, oppa. Didn’t know you had that side.” Might as well dig a hole and bury yourself in it because there’s absolutely no escaping this. Your face reaches temperatures far hotter than the biggest star in the galaxy. But at least Yerim knows that you feel the same way about your future. You just wish she wouldn’t repeat the things you’ve apparently mentioned in your sleep. A revelation of your deepest desires; what your heart wishes you could explicitly say to her. 

“Wanna make you the happiest girl.”

“I love you so bad.”

“Let’s move into a big house.”

“I wanna have kids with you.”

The grin on her face grows wider with each sentence but it’s not a teasing one; but rather one that shows gratitude for how much you truly appreciate her as your girlfriend and perhaps, future wife. A grin accompanied by the reddening of her cheeks. “How dare you not tell me that you want kids as well, oppa.”

“Cuz I don’t know if you want kids as well. Don’t wanna pressure you.”

“Should’ve asked me then! I just know our kids are gonna be cute!” That explains why she made you watch a video compilation of babies on YouTube one time. You brushed it off as her being the cutest sunshine but it all makes sense now. “Imagine we have twins, mini Choerry and Oppa!”

“You’re telling me I have to deal with another Choerry?”

“Hmph! So mean, oppa. I know you’re gonna love them as much as I do.”

“Hopefully they’re not as big of a crybaby as you are.”

“Yah!” —————————

“Hnnghhh this movie is so boring, oppa.”

The brightest pair of brown eyes looks up at you, flecks of dark brown hair scattered all over your chest as the glowing hot ball of star wraps her limbs around you. Another Friday movie night, another opportunity for her to cuddle you. Matching pajamas that she bought after your first month together is worn proudly. A set of purple cherry-patterned pajamas; truly fitting for the sunshine princess and her oppa.

“Weren’t you the one that picked this time?” Hands instinctively run through her hair as her favorite cherry shampoo infiltrates your senses yet again.

A pout from the sunflower; not even the darkness can prevent her from shimmering. “Yeah! But it looked so good from the trailer.”

“I told you we should’ve gone on a dinner date instead.” Intertwined hands like clockwork; if there was a way to permanently glue your hands to hers, she would take the offer in a heartbeat. “There’s this Italian restaurant that just opened up a block away.”

“I didn’t wanna dress up though.” An audible whine, that just makes you want to cuddle her even tighter. “Takes too much work to put on makeup and look nice for you.”

“We could pick another movie, if you want.”

She sits up on the couch and a familiar look spreads across her face. “I-I actually wanna do something else.”

“What is it? Oh-“ 

In a split second Yerim has sealed her lips with yours; her soft, succulent, and addicting lips driving you insane as usual. This is far from the cute and innocent kisses that she loves to imitate. You can already feel the heat she generates despite the air conditioner on full blast in the living room. Sit up from the couch and she immediately straddles your lap; stare into her eyes and you could immediately see her turn from ‘cute Choerry’ to ‘sexy Choerry’

“Let’s try a different position this time, oppa.”

It’s truly amazing how her entire aura can change like a flip of a switch. But you absolutely do not mind this side of her. Her gaze is intense as you pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva following the lip lock. You can already feel your cock hardening under her and you know she can feel it as well with the slight whimpers emitting out of her mouth. She reaches for the top button of her pajamas and begins unbuttoning it, following the same process for the rest.

You are much more impatient however as you just pull the obstruction over your head and throw it somewhere in the room. This allows you the perfect view just as she’s removing the last button. A bite of her lip and a wink as more of her flesh is revealed to you, then a laugh . She spreads the clothing open and begins the long and arduous process of taking it off of her flawless body. 

“Choerry, fuck…..”

You’re probably drooling right now but you don’t care. From her shoulders that you just want to mark to the cleavage being covered by her white lingerie down to that tight stomach that you just want to paint; Choi Yerim is sculpted by the gods and you’re lucky that you can spend such intimate nights with her. Your impatience rears its ugly head once again and you reach for the hem of her pants but she rightfully stops you in your tracks.

“I’ll do it myself, oppa.” But how can you be patient when you’ve got the epitome of perfection stripping bare all just for you to see? In one swift move, the matching purple pants is pulled down her legs which exposes her meaty and luscious thighs; her white panties already drenched as always. If this was any other time you would have eaten her out already but you’re curious as to what she has planned. Though if she keeps looking at you with a lustful and insatiable gaze, you would gladly pound her on the couch right now.

You’re so focused on her that you don’t even realize that your pants have come off as well; only left in your boxers that’s pitching a tent and dripping with so much precum. The horny sunshine doesn’t waste anymore time and proceeds to strip off her undergarments, leading you to do the same. No foreplay tonight, she just wants you to fill her as much as possible; maybe give her the twins that she wants.  

“F-Fuck me from behind, oppa…..” In the smallest and shyest voice as she turns around and gets on all fours; her juices are already starting to drip all over the couch and normally you would ask to move to the bedroom but her request sends you into overdrive even more. All sense of logic and reasoning has flown out of the window at this point.

“Are you sure?” It’s hard to think straight with her butt presented to you and your precum adding to the mess that she already made. It doesn’t help that her hips and waist look even better from behind, ready to receive your heavy load. Yerim only responds with a nod, cheeks flushed red as she feels more exposed in this new position. But she trusts you and slowly but carefully, you insert your length inside of her.

A silent groan from you as her suffocating warmth welcomes you once again, but this time from a different angle. Somehow, it feels better than just her riding you or you fucking her in missionary. The rest of her body is laid flat on the couch with only her hips raised up in a prone position, and soon enough she’s tightening around your length so tightly that you might just explode immediately. Her arms grab onto the edge of the couch as her moans are muffled as her face is buried on the couch. It’s becoming evident that she’s so close and you continue to pound her at a relentless pace.

You lean forward to place kisses on her neck and shoulder, your body pressing on top of hers as you slow down the pace to a grind. It’s more intimate than any other position you’ve tried with her and the sunshine princess might just send you into a cosmic explosion. She tries to look up at you but the pleasure is so immense that she can only announce her impending orgasm in a breathless whisper. “G-Gonna cum so much, oppa…” A few more thrusts before the dam breaks, her squirt flooding your couch as she moans your name much louder than before. Pull her into a deep and passionate kiss before the neighbors complain. 

You don’t stop thrusting however as you are also very close to reaching your orgasm. With the remaining energy you have, you bring Yerim to an upright position with her back pressed against your chest. Wrap your arms around her stomach as you begin to increase the pace again, pounding her steadily. Watch the mess she’s made on your cock as your hands explore her body, wrapping your arms possessively around her tight stomach and rubbing it. Leave marks all over her neck and shoulders as her intoxicating scent drives you closer to your peak. “I’ll fill you up so fucking much, Choerry.” You can feel her get wetter and tighter due to your statement. 

“Do it o-oppa, please! Let’s have plenty of kids together!”

“Fuck!” There was no way you were going to last any millisecond longer and with one final thrust, you spill everything you have been saving inside of her. Ribbons after ribbons of thick sperm filling her to the brim and spilling out of her–joining her squirt on the couch. Needy groans as weaker thrusts follow the more powerful ones; the last spurts of your semen joining the overflow inside of her. 

She immediately crashes onto the couch and you do the same, not caring about the possibility of having to replace the piece of furniture you two are currently cuddling on; or the fact that the movie she put on is already halfway done. You pull out in time to witness more seeds spilling out of her and you try to leave the couch to grab a towel for her but she stops you and pulls you in to cuddle once again–the lack of clothing makes this cuddle session more intimate than usual.

“S-Stay here, oppa……..” 

Thankfully, there’s a blanket laying around so you won’t have to freeze in the living room. Yerim spent so much energy that she’s already snoring as soon as you turn off the TV; place a kiss on her forehead as you make sure that she’s in a comfortable position. Instinctively, she buries her head into the crook of your neck–wanting you to be as physically close to her as possible.

Likewise, you always want to be with her. Though you may not be as expressive about it as she is, every second without Yerim is hell. Her stubborn oppa is just as needy and clingy, perhaps even more considering how you’re always thinking about going on more dates with her; marrying her; or buying a house with her; or having kids with her. 

But knowing that she trusts you with all her heart is enough. That she chose to live with you despite not knowing you at all. That she chose to give you her outpouring love and care and cuteness. Are you even truly deserving of such a treatment? There’s only one way to show her just how grateful you are and it’s to marry her. To ensure that she feels loved every single day just as much as she shows her love to you. That the budding sunflower currently resting on your chest can keep that smile that sends your heart racing to the moon and back. 

Four more months like she said and you can finally explore the world with her; make more memories and perhaps take that next step in your relationship. But as she falls asleep in your arms, you can’t help but think of one thing:

What if you want to marry her already?

[bryce-bucher]

.50 Caliber 3D Platformer Post #5

(Flashing Lights Warning near the bottom of the post)

UI UI UI UI UI:

I've been working on UI mostly the past couple of weeks. It has been, as usual, both very cool & fun but also hell and evil. To be more specific, I really like designing the visual aspect of UI, but implementing it is always so horribly tedious and boring that it is really hard for me to focus on doing it. Without fail, I always end up getting UI done very slowly because of this. I am really happy with what I've got so far though, and it has brought me one step closer to getting to the point where I can just start hashing out levels.

Making the Health UI:

The health UI was something I was extremely excited about implementing, so I eagerly decided to decide that it was time to make it. Let me step u through the process 4 fun.

For me, it always starts with sketching out something crudely in pen. I've had this sketch done for months now, so it was p cool to see it finally come to life in game.

Next I hopped into blender and began trying to make some kind of cool y2k-era greebled out shape, but making detailed machinery (or details in general) is not my strongsuit, so I ended up with this kinda neat smooth shape that I wasn't entirely happy with. It looked cool, but I really wanted to challenge myself to make something closer to the windows media player skins I was inspired by.

More Specifically, I referenced this Half-Life 2 windows media player skin heavily, and started with a ring that I could build little pieces and wires off of. I hope u can forgive me if I maybe made it too similar lol, but I tried to get creative and put my own spin on it. I think the shapes on the top left are the most similar to my reference, and those are not-so-coincidentally the first bits that I modeled. This is my first time modeling something in this style, and I suspect that I'll get better at it if & when I do it again.

Finally, I slapped some materials on, made a texture for one of the faces I had sketched out, and rendered out a few frames of it gently(ish) flashing. I then went into affinity photo and made little speedometer components to slot into the small circle in the top right and programmed some functionality to it. The plan is to have the face represent the player's current health, so I am going to need to make a few more and then animate it rotating into a different face. But yeah, I am super happy with it, and I think it is lookin p sick!

Other Stuff What I Made:

Other than the health UI, I also added in functionality and UI for completing a level and selecting a level.

I was very much inspired by killer7 for the sequence that plays when you shoot your target, and I am addicted to intense flashing lights, so I included a lot of that. There are already accessibility options to turn that off, so if it's something that could harm u or if you just hate it (coward????!!!11) you can disable them. I've always found intense effects like that very cathartic, so I'm probably gonna include similar visuals in a few different things I make. That being said, I do also always want to make the alternative visuals (when the accessibility options are enabled) to also be cool af and get the point across. The level select screen was also really fun to make, I basically just slapped together some textures of warn-out paper into a little files situation and placed that on top of an abstract background that I made in jwildfire.

Conclusion:

I have honestly really loved working on this so far, but there has been a lot of anxiety about money in my life lately, so I really do hope to get this out in a reasonable time. I feel like I say that a lot about this game, but it is because it's always on my mind unfortunately. I don't want to make it sound like I am making this game entirely for money or w/e though, it is definitely a labor of love. Anyways, I hope to get to a point where I can get some environment art done soon, and I cannot wait to show off whatever this game is gonna look like. Have a nice day every1!

[notepadsandtealeaves]

Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| Ao3 Version ((link pending)) | F!Reader version ||

|| Dick’s Tag | Batboys M.list | Batboys Tag | Personal Blog ||

|| The sequel: The Penalty Round ((V. spicy, 18+ only)) || || F!Reader (Ao3) | GN!Reader (Ao3) | M!Reader (Ao3) ||

↠ Requested By: No one, twas a gift to a friend ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW ((but my blog’s 18+ so minors need to shoo)) ↠ CWs/TWs: None ↠ Prompt: “They’re hiding behind the sofa.” ↠ Total WC: 1.9k~

“Hm, well I suppose you could hide here. Behind the sofa,” he clarifies, patting the ornate cushioning that currently cradles him for further emphasis when you give him a confused look. Your confusion, however, soon gives way to an arch sort of glee that he frankly finds unacceptable as you coo out some nonsense about him being ‘sweet’. His eyes narrow dangerously at your tone. “Do not make that face at me, ____, I am not ‘sweet’. Know that I do this for myself, not you. The most expedient way to regain even a fraction of my peace is to humor you, and even knowing that this offer is still being made against my better judgement.” “Aww, and here I was thinking you had a heart,” you say on a sigh. This, as well as your accompanying pout, is met with a distinct lack of amusement. “Do you intend on standing there making quips until you are discovered, or will you take me up on my extremely generous offer. An offer whose expiration is steadily creeping closer, mind you.”

↠ When you and your lover decide to play an extreme version of hide and seek shenanigans ensue. Damian, unsurprisingly, is not impressed.

Here’s the long overdue gender neutral version of the og fill! Said fill can be found on my personal blog, and while I contemplated putting the GN versions on there too, I figured this was a good way to direct eyes to my writing blog since I’ve basically been MIA for the whole of the year.

It should also be said that there won’t be any M!Reader options this time around as the entry for this collection could’ve been GN from the start. In truth I would make the whole collection purely GN, but since these were initially written for a lady-type friend I feel it would be wrong to scrap the F!Reader version entirely. That said, there’re literally no major changes to the story aside from pronouns, so I do not see the point in further differentiation. However, if enough people request it I can make an M!Reader version, but again, all it’ll do is turn she/they to he/him.

Also, also—it’s gonna be a bit before this goes up on Ao3 as I’m still trying to figure out how I want to format things over there.

|| The Curious Case of the Lovers in the Library

Damian looks up from the book he’s been reading with an arched brow. Under normal circumstances seeing a civilian panting and frantic would give rise to his protective instincts, but the flush to your cheeks is a warm one and the glint in your eyes amused, if a bit pleading. It takes you far longer than it should to notice him and the Great Dane at his feet, but to your credit you do not allow your shock to register over much.

“I can only assume that you and Grayson are playing at yet another inane game?” he asks as he marks his page with a finger.

Your responding nod is a bit absent as your eyes dart about the breadth of the library. “Yeah. Hide and seek, extreme edition.”

“And what, pray tell, makes it ‘extreme’?”

“The uhhh… penalty round…”

You fluster visibly as you utter the words. He does not inquire further.

Though large, the room offers little in the way of concealment. The heavy velvet curtains are too obvious a spot while the statues are too narrow to hide anything from even the most cursory of glances; likewise the bookcases are hardly a viable option given their positioning and spacing, and the overly high legs of the oversized furniture render the pieces just as ineffective for your purposes. He points all of this out to you with a bland aplomb that leaves you huffing out your frustrations.

“Well that’s just great,” you mutter as you continue to search for harbor in vain. “I didn’t see him, or hear him, for that matter–”

“As well you shouldn’t,” the boy sniffs. While he may not possess the former assassin’s level of skill, Richard still spent the better part of his childhood and adult years under Father’s tutelage—if you actually had been able to detect him he’d be greatly remiss.

“Yeah, yeah—you’re all living shadows, I get it,” you continue on with a roll of your eyes. “What I’m trying to say is, even though I couldn’t sense him I know he was right on my ass, Dames. There’s no getting out of this room without getting caught, and I’m really not trying to lose this thing.”

Though he is thoroughly convinced that your competitive streak is going to get you in trouble someday he cannot help but to find it a bit winsome. Not that he’d ever tell you that. No, instead he chooses to offer you the help that you desperately need—an unexpected concession, but apparently he’s feeling generous this afternoon.

“Hm, well I suppose you could hide here. Behind the sofa,” he clarifies, patting the ornate cushioning that currently cradles him for further emphasis when you give him a confused look. Your confusion, however, soon gives way to an arch sort of glee that he frankly finds unacceptable as you coo out some nonsense about him being ‘sweet’.

His eyes narrow dangerously at your tone. “Do not make that face at me, ____, I am not ‘sweet’. Know that I do this for myself, not you. The most expedient way to regain even a fraction of my peace is to humor you, and even knowing that this offer is still being made against my better judgement.”

“Aww, and here I was thinking you had a heart,” you say on a sigh. This, as well as your accompanying pout, is met with a distinct lack of amusement.

“Do you intend on standing there making quips until you are discovered, or will you take me up on my extremely generous offer. An offer whose expiration is steadily creeping closer, mind you.”

He has barely finished the final sentence before you’re diving behind the sofa with a flurry of no’s followed by hasty word of thanks. The sudden movement is enough to pull his companion from his slumber. Startled, Titus’ woofs loudly as his head whips from you to his master and back again, and it’s only his familiarity with you that keeps him from doing more. A few good scratches behind his pointed ears from the boy is enough to see him calmed, though your continued maneuvering does have him sniffing at you with a weary sort of curiosity. When you finally settle down behind him he too relaxes in full, allowing sleep to once again claim him with a swiftness that only the most trusting of creatures can manage.

It takes well over twenty seconds after that for your breaths to even out into something less obvious than the laughter-laced huffs they start out as—hardly an acceptable showing, but to be expected given the circumstances, the vigilante supposes. In yet another uncharacteristic display of unspoken solidarity he in turn syncs his own breathing with yours, thusly lowering your chances of detection by at least another twenty percent or so.

The space returns to the peaceful lull it had been in prior to your entry, though this isn’t to last—can never last when the humanoid Labrador that is his brother is around. The eldest Wayne child bounds though the door with a shout of your name followed by a breathless laugh. Damian can only assume that said breathlessness is due to the joy that he always seems to exude when he so much as thinks of you and not because of any legitimate strain on his part.

“That was pretty sneaky, babe,” he continues on as he steps more fully into the space, “using the hidden passages like that. But now you’ve cornered yourse– Oh! Heya, Dami.”

“It took you approximately twelve seconds to notice my presence, Grayson. Had I been an assassin out for your head you would already be dead.”

“Then I guess it’s good for me that you’re outta the game, huh?”

“Indeed.”

Richard chuckles a bit at that, his fingers flexing as if they long to ruffle the loose wave of his little brother’s hair, though both distance and a rather pointed glare keeps him from doing so. Still, the energy that ever courses through his veins demands movement and so he rises onto the balls of his feet and bounces in place a few times—eyes casually scanning the whole of the room all the while—before he rounds on Damian with a beaming smile.

“Catching up on your reading, huh? What’re you– Ah, a le Carré, eh? Wouldn’t be my first choice to unwind with, but ya like what ya like,” he concedes with a shrug. “I’m just glad to see you actually relaxing for once.”

The younger male finds himself bristling at the statement, just a bit, but a voice that sounds a lot like Pennyworth’s reminds him that not every comment is bait to be risen to. Still, “I take exception to your inference, Grayson—I relax when I deem it to be necessary.”

“Yeah, I know you do, littlest of bros. I just wish that you ‘deemed it to be necessary’ more often. You’re only young once, yanno? You gotta use that free pass for stupidity while ya still got it.”

“If you lot are anything to go by it shall not be expiring for a long while yet.”

Richard’s grin is impish from where he’s currently scrambling up the side of one of the bookcases. “Well, you ain’t wrong…”

Though he can assume his brother’s ultimate goal, the way he’s going about finding you leaves Damian utterly confused. Does he really think you to be atop the thing? Or is he simply trying to gain the advantage via a more advantageous vantage point? In any event he decides to use his genuine confusion to his personal benefit when he inquires as to just what it is that Richard is doing.

“Huh? Oh, I’m just looking for my darling lil partner,” he replies as he descends to the floor once more in a controlled fall. “They uhh, they wouldn’t happen to be in here, would they?”

“Please refrain from involving me in your childish games, Grayson.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna take that as a ‘yes’.”

Hating the idea of anyone being able to read him so easily the boy is quick to bury his face in the pages of his book once again with a dismissive click of his tongue. Though his eyes remain glued to the lines of print before him, his focus is zeroed in on Grayson’s every movement, but even with his sensory intake being reduced to what he can glean from auditory stimuli and his peripheral vision this is hardly a feat. The man bounces around from window to window whipping back curtains with equal amounts of flair and abandon; an overly dramatic “Are theyyyy… here!” accompanies every flap of fabric, much to his brother’s annoyance and his partner’s growing amusement.

Keep it together, Damian silently pleads when a particularly loud giggle escapes from the confines of your hiding spot. Grayson is in the middle of yet another exclamation so it more than likely goes unheard, but his younger coughs and clears his throat anyhow. His eyes immediately pinch in contemplation as he wonders why he feels the need to cover for you, it’s not as if he stands to gain anything from aiding you—in fact he would be better off if you were found sooner. A swifter detection means a swifter return to the quiet he so craves.

He isn’t quite sure how he has managed to become so heavily invested in your victory, but a brief bit of introspection has him writing it off to the quite charm that you wield seemingly without thought or effort. Sure, you have the capacity to annoy him to no end, but there is no denying that there is something magnetizing about you. What’s more, you’re one of the kindest people he has ever had the privilege of knowing despite life giving you ample reasons not to be. It’s so easy to see exactly what it is that draws Richard’s bleeding heart to the tenderness of your own. Though he may have made some questionable decisions with his previous romantic partners, Damian is sure that what the two of you have is made to endure.

Of course he gives voice to none of this, choosing instead to level his brother with a disgruntled look. “If you’re quite finished kicking up several weeks’ worth of dust…?”

“Alright, alright,” said with hands raised in concession. “Enjoy your book, baby feathers, I’m out.”

Though the use of the infuriatingly infantile nickname leaves Damian seriously contemplating testing his brother’s reflexes via a launched international spy thriller, he abstains if only to keep eyes off of him. With your impending (and shared) victory so close at hand, a vicious little smile plays along the corners of his mouth. Your pursuer is nearly out the door, just a few more feet and he’ll have retreated into the hall once more–

Pfft-hah!

Why?? he silently laments. There’s no reason for the sudden burst of mirth that he can see. Grayson was leaving, you had won.

Even muffled there is no denying the distinct cadence of your laugh and your lover’s eyes narrow as he looks towards the sound’s source. “They’re hiding behind the sofa.”

His statement brokers no response, but that does not mean that he will not receive one.

“No.”

Giggle-snort.

…Damn.

“Ha! I knew it!”

Well, Damian muses as he watches his brother toss the giggling mess of a human over his shoulder, it cannot be said that I did not try…

A/n: Not me losing every round of hide and seek I’ve ever played because I am a giggly bitch lmao. Anyways! Looking back over this now I realize that this touches on the relationship between Reader and Damian more than it does ReaderxDick, but whatever, it’s fine lmao…

© notepadsandtealeaves/TheViperQueen, 2018-2023 || Please do not repost, translate, or otherwise alter or distribute my works without my express permission. And for the love of god keep it away from Youtube and TikTok lol…

[cali]

how do you know when a piece like your groudon is finally “done”, or done Enough?

i dont have an answer for this but maybe when i just type a lot i will find one.

for the groudon pic specifically i had a mental image in my head of what scene i wanted. when i started rendering the lava, i did it really detailed and decided i couldnt leave the rest of it simpler and then when the lava was all like that i had to crank everything else in the picture up too. and that made everything take so long that it was far beyond the boundaries of it being "not enough" . it was pleny enough!! so from hour 30-52 i was pretty eager to get it over with. just everything up to the point where its uniform in rendering. sometimes thats a bad sentiment to work on a pic with, but this time it was ok. i kind of like arduous menial tasks. it makes me more patient. so for that one it was done once everything was on par with my detail standard i set for myself halfway thru.

i think i used to have more trouble with this, deciding when its done... my pice now always either end when they reach what i had planned or when theyre the type of pic without a plan then when i get bored / lose the flow of it. actually prior to the groudon pic even some planned ones stopped at a flowloss point.

these two picy both have immaculate rendering on parts but then i lost it and finishdd the rest of the pic with less vigor. in tve green comet one its all the surroundings. i had other versions for that and kept reworking and reworking but i was so ouf of power i just used a slightly polisjed up sketch, kind of works for the pic though. the eel one i also lost power at the backhground, beyond the water. the mountains and clouds i think i coulda put more effort in. but its ok cuz its like 0% the focus of the picture, just sometjing that bothers me alone. hey both of these pics are about a serpent type thing coiling down to earth gently from the sky oops. back to the question um ya im looking at my images and all of them either end when they reach what i had in my head or when i loose flow. when i used to do lsd more my process was that the picture ends when i go to bed. i want to do that again soon it was fun. i drew for like 6 hours while kind of crazy then for the next 12 hours in warm afterglow i just clean and render everything so sweetly and then with a body as hard as a hundred bodies i sink into my bed and click post on it which codifies it as completed. also towards tve end of the picture is usually when im stressing about tiny details and i will message like 1-2 consistent people and 1-2 random people from my discord friendslist to ask about opinions about which tiny detail looks better for the whole pic. when im at that point i cant think straight no more so well no more so i kind of know its time to stop soon. but those final feedbacks always help. ok i guess thats an answer lol i made it very long i will put a readmore. hope u dont mind reading but i think if i sent someone an anon the longer the reply the happier i would be. probably. im in bed but im gonna get up again in a sec and play some balatroooo, 2 people bought a groudon print so far and i spent that money on balatro eep hihi thank u for the ask which i twisted into my babbleplateau

[maxphilippa]

im still finding my voice..

I'm just gonna say that I look up to you, and find motivation by looking at your art. However, I'm having trouble finding my style-bigger problem finding a good drawing app to use. Got any tips?

I know that you will find it soon enough. Just keep trying.

First of all, thank you so much and I really appreciate your words (i'm screaming rn)

Secondly, I am not great at giving advice/tips, but I think I have some from a personal perspective, these may help you (I hope that they do) I think, but if not then that's completely okay as well! /nm /srs

For me, finding an style is an complicated thing till this day. You may be surprised at this thanks to the fact that I have a lot of pieces that have a different style, but that is not quite true. Sometimes it is still complicated for me to figure out what I want for my main art style, but I do have some ideas of what I want on it. Practice a lot.

Try implementing stuff that you like, stuff that you see in other's art in yours, get inspired and don't be afraid to try out new stuff, think of it as an "what would I like for this art? What do I want? What would make me happy?". It is a process but you learn a lot while doing so, and knowing what you would like on your art style is a good start. You don't like something about it? Then try new stuff, new rendering methods, new brushes, new things in general, get a bit out of your comfort zone (with this i mean that you practice slowly with stuff that you can do but still haven't practiced at all). Inspiration is a good thing and meanwhile you're doing something that you like makes things better in the end.

Now, apps/sites to draw. I personally use IbisPaint X, it is a very complete program, it lets you modify it's brushes and has lost of elements that makes the job of art way easier/shorter in time, and you can do a lot of things there, and a lot of people make tutorials on how to use it/how to do certain stuff with it! But it is not for everyone as well.

You could also try MediBang Paint, Paint Tool Sai, FireAlpaca, Clip Paint Studio, Sketchbook, WhiteBoard (site, though it works mostly for doodlesyou can still do great stuff there), Magma (site), etc. But those aren't the only options! There are far more drawing apps/sites out there.

Don't be afraid with experimenting.

With time, you'll eventually find what you like. And that is a good way to start.

[mellozheist]

three things.

a. i absolutely adore your work. everything is just so well done and your art style is fantastic. your art makes me flappy bird (hand flapping stim) and i thank you for that.

b. what art program do you use for art/animation?

c. what is your favorite thing you have drawn/animated? can i get a link to it (if it has been posted)?

a. Thank you so much <333 I'm glad you enjoy my art hehe

b. I use CSP aka Clip Studio Paint Ex ( still on version 1 )

c. My favorite artwork I have made recently gonna be The Blood on the clock Tower Fanart from Hermitcraft!

I may be seen as an animator I do enjoy taking time to render my work eventho I'm struggling to start the color (that's why there's not much of a finished color render piece lmao) but when I get the grip of it, I do enjoy the process a lot

It just take a looooooooong time to finish

On the animation side, I think My first tiny Littlewood animatic still sits strong and has a special place in my heart

Martyn also did a reaction to it and having his chat being excited for it made me beyond happy :)

I recorded and put it as an unlisted video to look back on and have a huge smile on my face hehe

I promised I'll be back to continue my #386littlewood challenge

I have just been really busy and have not got the feeling to start another one yet, Hope I'll be back soon

My Thesis film with my friend was great don't get me wrong, but I watched them to check stuff too many times, with lots of stress, It was bittersweet for me and I wish we'd had time and mind to make it better

but it is what it is, We have limited time and even it was stressed af

It's very much worth it, My team was the best, I'm really lucky to have worked with them and I'm glad ppl like the message we put in our film :D

[thebandcampdiaries]

An Interview with Gemmi Bemmi

Keep reading to learn more about the amazing Gemmi Bemmi, and the creativity he brings to his music! Check out our interview below:

I love how you manage to render your tracks so personal and organic. Does the melody come first?

Answer: Appreciated, if we’re talking about post beat production, then the melody is the first thing that pops up in my mind, I compose a very rough and gibberish form of melodies with a basic mix to check whether it blends well, as soon as we (the team) finalise that, I hop into the lyrics and re-record all the raw recordings.

Do you perform live? If so, do you feel more comfortable on a stage or within the walls of the recording studio?

Answer: Honestly, I love the process of recording, mixing and creation of the songs. It’s more like a daily habit of me. I am a full time artist so it’s like a routine to create and produce music which is a great way to start off. It can be a good day when the song is sounding absolutely banger or might be the other way around, And on the LIVE performance part, I am very introvert in nature and it was a big challenge for me to face the crowd and entertain them, But there’s this thing that makes me feel so much better about myself is when I get to see people singing along my songs with me in the crowd. Now, I love to explore the audiences, the shaking stages with 808s and kicks, and mostly the way the crowd can be controlled with music and chants. I have performed more than 50-60 shows in last two years, and there’s more to come.

If you could only pick one song to make a “first impression,” which would it be and why?

Answer: Well for my first impression I’d go for “Ain’t Enough” cause that’s one of my finest projects. The song is more of a crowd pulling piece. I created it when I was travelling along the hilly roads to different states. As much as it’s popular among people, there’s a small emotional segment of me describing the experienced situation of ups and downs with significant others or maybe with flings which many people can relate to. Anyways, “MoonWaves” is the song that people usually requests.

What does it take to be “innovative” in music? 

Answer: I’ll always be a learner, and from my experience I’ve learned that there will always be creative blockages, lack of ideas, etc. There will be repetitions of the same melodies and lyrics often, so to break that chain I take gaps between recorded sessions and try to ease my mind, as for me I listen to all genres of music which as a result helps me in creating my own thoughts again with my particular type of genre.

Do you have any upcoming release or tour coming up?

Answer: The recent release will be a single “Dasies”, here is a pre- save of the song http://too.fm/daisies and there are a few more singles coming up soon, probably an extended play or an album after that, and maybe then might gonna think of further shows or tours.

What is the best way for fans to connect with you online?

Answer: The best way for me to connect with my fans are through Instagram, FaceBook and maybe twitter. 

Instagram id : gemmi_bemmi 

https://www.instagram.com/gemmi_bemmi/

Twitter : @GEMMI86841824

https://twitter.com/gemmi86841824?s=11

FaceBook : Gemmi Bemmi

https://www.facebook.com/gaurav.sinha.18488/

[charlie-minion]

Could the same SPN finale make a little more sense with some additions/changes?

I’ve had the idea for this post stuck in my head for days now, but with every new conspiracy theory and every new eventuality in the fandom, it became difficult to cool down enough to write something less ship-related and more narrative-focused.

What Supernatural and non-SPN fans have to understand is that a lot of us have expressed disappointment and frustration after 15x20, not because of Destiel (that’s just one part of the whole problem), but because the finale doesn’t make sense. Everything was leading up to something beautifully crafted until the end of 15x19. Beyond that, it’s hard to understand what happened. The story rendered all the character growth irrelevant, invalidated the themes of free will and “family don’t end in blood”, regressed to the original brother codependency they spent 15 years trying to overcome, made a queer non-binary character in a male vessel and a deaf female character basically disposable, and kept the show’s reputation of queerbaiting and misogyny until its very last breath.

That’s not going out with a bang! At least not a positive one. We all were ready to mourn Supernatural, but we wanted to feel proud of its legacy, and somehow TPTB managed to tarnish that legacy in less than 45 minutes. What a way to ruin the other more than 13,600 minutes of story!

It doesn’t matter who is to blame (The CW, Robert Singer, Andrew Dabb). It doesn’t matter why it happened (homophobia, censorship, marketing for Walker, bad writing). What matters is that at the end of the day, the finale that aired is what we got and that’s going to hurt for a long time. It hurts even more when we realize that the same finale could have easily made more sense, even without being perfect.

That’s what I want to do in this post. I want to show you how things would have been less jarring (for the fandom), while still keeping the goal to please the general audience.

Before I begin rewriting 15x20, I have to mention that I talked to my conservative boomer sister about the finale. She hasn’t watched the second half of season 15 yet (she’s waiting for Netflix to have it), but she’s been watching the show for a long time (she introduced me to it 8 years ago). She’s the perfect example of a viewer from the general audience. Loves the show but doesn’t give a second thought to it and definitely isn’t paying attention to character development or themes. Doesn’t engage with fandom, actors, or any of the show’s social media. Pure GA! When I told her the series finale had aired, she asked me about it and I refused to give her spoilers. Because of that, she told me the ending SHE wanted. She said she would be happy with either of two possibilities: the boys retiring and finally living a normal life OR they going to heaven and finding peace at last. She saw Sam and Dean as a unit, which means: both retiring or both going to heaven. AND she saw Cas as part of that, too. She wasn’t so sure about Jack. And for her, we could use the “Eileen who?” and it wouldn’t be a joke. She didn’t remember her.

NOW IT’S TIME TO WRITE A NEW VERSION OF 15X20 (KEEPING 15X18 AND 15X19 EXACTLY THE SAME AS THEY AIRED). This will be a very long post:

The opening remains almost the same. No “Carry on my wayward son” to induce feels. Too soon and too predictable! (Reasoning: Everyone was expecting it to play right there, so it would bring more tears at the end)

In the opening, after the scene where Jack says “People won’t need to pray to me or sacrifice to me”, we also see the scene from 15x19 where he says “I won’t be hands on”. Then we see the rest of the opening as it was. (Reasoning: People needed to be reminded that Jack would NOT intervene and that’s why later on, he would NOT save Dean).

We get the same montage, but when Sam takes a break from his morning run, we see him reading a message on his phone. A simple: “Hey Sam, what’s new?” from Eileen. Sam smiles fondly and begins to type a response we don’t get to see. The next scene continues the same, Sam making breakfast. (Reasoning: A text was a very simple way to show that Eileen was alive and still in communication with Sam).

The montage slowly ends as Sam enters the library (not after he sits down). He seems to be talking on the phone but we only hear an “I’ll tell him. Bye”. As he walks towards the table, he tells Dean: “Charlie says hi. Mentioned something about Stevie’s perfect scrambled eggs we have to try.” Dean’s answer is “Awesome!” (Reasoning: Just ONE line was needed to unbury Charlie and her girlfriend. ONE LINE).

Sam sits down, opens his laptop and everything continues the same. The title card shows for the last time.

YOU SEE? In the first 4 minutes they could have acknowledged that THREE WOMEN were alive and safe: Eileen, Charlie and Stevie. It wasn’t hard! Don’t blame bad writing on Covid! Now let’s continue.

Sam and Dean arrive at the Pie Fest just the same. Dean goes to get some “damn pie” and Sam takes out his phone. He dials and when someone picks up, he says “Hey, Jody, how are ya?” We don’t hear the rest of the conversation. The scene moves to Dean coming with his 6 portions of pie. Dean sits down and Sam tells him, “Talked to Jody. The other hunters haven’t had much work lately.” “That’s good, isn’t it?”, Dean says. All we get from Sam is “Yeah.” So, Dean looks at him and asks “what’s wrong?” like it happened in the episode. (Reasoning: Again, a couple of lines to make sure the people that were killed in 15x18 are safe and remembered by the boys in 15x20. Why is this important? Because they’re family!)

The conversation about Sam’s sad face happens the same. Sam is the one that mentions Cas and Jack. (Reasoning: Because this episode was so Sam-centered, it’s obvious he was the protagonist in the finale. If we see him communicating with Eileen, Charlie, and Jody, then it’s NORMAL, even expected of him to be the one to bring up Cas and Jack). Without these additions, it’s harder for people to understand that most of the finale was NOT from Dean’s POV but from Sam’s.

Dean’s “if we don’t keep living, then all that sacrifice is gonna be for nothing” stays the same. (Reasoning: I believe it’s necessary that the show sticks to the importance of “letting go” and “what is dead should stay dead” for the first time ever because the message is “even when you lose someone you love, you can still find some form of happiness and keep living, for you and for them, because that’s what they would have wanted”. Bringing someone back means “I can’t live without you”, and that’s just more codependency. It’s how the demon deals began in the Winchester family –Mary being the first one to do it. This would explain why Dean didn’t ask Jack to bring Cas back, as he asked Chuck. He understood Jack was NOT going to interfere anymore and accepted it. Besides, when Cas saved Dean from hell, Dean thought he didn’t deserve to be saved. This time that Cas saved him, Dean finally feels worthy enough to accept that YES, HE DESERVED TO BE SAVED ALL ALONG, just as much as he deserved to be loved by that angel of the Lord. In this scene, Dean also says that the pain is not gonna go away, which means that from HIS PERPECTIVE, it still hurts that Cas is not there. The problem is that the finale is not showing his POV but Sam’s.  

Sam pies Dean on the face just the same. (Reasoning: That part was just to avoid ending the scene on a sad note).

Everything related to the case happens exactly the same. (Reasoning: At this point, people don’t really care about the MoTW, they care about Sam and Dean).

NOTE 1: The case is important to show that even when the Winchesters are finally free of Chuck’s influence, they CHOOSE to keep hunting. It isn’t something they do out of revenge or because it is their destiny anymore. Maybe they were forced into the life at first, but they’ve learned to find joy in saving people. Being hunters is who they are. However, the fact that a job application was shown on Dean’s desk is also important because it means he was willing to explore what else was there for him besides hunting. Maybe he could find a balance? Maybe he was thinking it was time to quit? We will never know! The thing is that Sam only finds out about it when he goes into Dean’s room after his brother is dead, so maybe that’s when it hits him that Dean wanted to explore his options, and Sam starts to think it’s time for him to do the same.  

NOTE 2: I believe the masks the vampires are wearing is something we can blame on covid. If they had their faces covered, it was easier to use people from the SPN crew for some scenes, instead of using more actors unnecessarily.

NOTE 3: When Sam and Dean arrive at the barn, we get 3 visuals to remember Cas in the same scene (those are for the fandom, not for the general audience): a) the barn, obviously; b) the bag that resembles Cas’ trenchcoat so much that many people thought that’s what it was; and c) two feathers hanging on Dean’s right when he opens the trunk.

The scene with the throwing star happens the same. (Reasoning: The episode is still told from Sam’s point of view, so it makes sense that he fondly sees his brother as a man child).

Jenny the vampire? Uhhh… I mean, it’s not the best piece of writing I’ve ever seen, but it’s not the worst, so okay. That stays the same. (Reasoning: There is none, but she’s not what really ruined the finale, so whatever!)

Dean still dies impaled on a rebar. (Reasoning: OK. HERE ME OUT!!! I hate as much as everyone else that Dean is killed. I think it’s lazy writing, but that’s what we got and I can’t change that in this re-write, so if killing Dean is what we have to work around, then, memes aside, death by rebar is better and here’s why. There’s no one to blame for Dean’s death: no Chuck (the boys were willingly hunting even after Chuck was defeated), no vampires (they were all killed and were no real threat, so it was impossible for Sam to begin a quest for revenge against all vampires. What was Sam going to blame? A rebar? Can you kill it? Hunt it? NO. It was an ordinary death, a stupid accident. Just like any person can die at any moment by slipping on a banana peel. Is it a good death? No, but it’s good to know he doesn’t die trying to save Sam or Cas, because Dean Winchester is NOT willing to give up his life in exchange for anyone else’s anymore.

Sam takes out his phone and says he’ll call for help, but his phone is more visible to the audience. He dials and it’s almost to his ear when Dean stops him and Sam hesitantly hangs up. (Reasoning: People have complained that Sam didn’t call an ambulance, but actually he tried to. It’s just that people missed that part, maybe?)

After Sam puts his phone back in his pocket and says “OK” to Dean, he adds, “I’ll pray to Jack”. Dean’s immediate answer is: “No hands on, remember?” “But Dean”, Sam says, and Dean interrupts him with “OK listen to me” and tells Sam what to do with the kids they rescued. (Reasoning: Jack is God now and how come Sam didn’t remember? The viewers remembered, so it was necessary to include a line that ruled the option out and that showed Dean didn’t want Jack to intervene. The rest was fine).

The lines “You knew it was always gonna end like this for me. It was supposed to end like this, right?” disappear completely from Dean’s monologue. (Reasoning: This is the most problematic part of Dean’s dying speech. He fought God and earned free will, he is no longer controlled by fate or destiny. Accepting that he is supposed to die on a hunt regresses his character development and denies his desire to keep living. This was a total mistake and should be removed).

Instead, if going to heaven is the ending TPTB wanted to give Dean, at least he should say something more empowering. Sam tells him that both of them are going to take the kids somewhere safe. Dean answers and the scene follows like this: “No. Sammy, we made our choice, didn’t we?”, he smiles with difficulty. “We were free to write our own story and we did. We decided to keep saving people, hunting things. Because it’s what we love despite the risks.” (Reasoning: If Dean’s going to die it doesn’t have to feel like it was always meant to be that way. He should die knowing that he exerted his free will until his last breath).

The rest of the dialogue between Sam and Dean happens almost the same. Except that instead of Dean saying “‘cause when it all came down to it, it was always you and me. It’s always been you and me”, he says “’cause when it all came down to it, we’ve always had each other’s backs. Always.” And instead of Sam saying “Don’t leave me”, he says “I still can try to save you.” (Reasoning: It sounds way less codependent without diminishing the importance of their love and support for each other).

Besides, let’s change Dean’s “I’m not leaving you” for “You don’t have to be alone. You’ve still got family.” The rest stays the same word by word. (Reasoning: Dean reminds Sam that “family don’t end in blood” and there are still lots of people out there who love Sam and will be with him).

“I love you so much, my baby brother” stays exactly the same. (Reasoning: Dean always had trouble to express the big L word. I always believed and said many times that before Dean could say “I love you” to Cas or any other character, he had to say it to Sam. So, this is important as part of Dean speaking his truth).

The last part when Dean insists Sam tell him that it’s okay stays the same. (Reasoning: It’s the final moment when the codependency cycle breaks. No more running in circles).

The forehead touch between them stays the same. (Reasoning: I think I would do something similar if my sister were dying. I know there are w*ncest shippers out there, but it shouldn’t matter because the moment feels appropriate for that kind of goodbye). 

See? There are changes but not too many. That’s why I’ve been saying that it was easier to get it right, yet they still managed to screw it up.

The second montage stays the same. (Reasoning: Life goes on, but of course Sam has to mourn).

The call about a case in Austin remains the same. (Reasoning: It’s the only part of the episode where someone from the found family is mentioned, so I think that Donna’s name is perfect in that moment. However, without the other additions I’ve made in this re-write, that off-hand mention feels too little. Its purpose was to tell the viewers that if Donna was alive, so were the others, but the way the episode was executed gave us an isolated Sam, incapable of having friends and a family without Dean).  

After 30 minutes of Sam’s POV, let’s finally see the last bit of Dean’s POV that we’ll ever get.

Dean arrives in Heaven and Bobby receives him. All their conversation stays almost the same, except that after mentioning Rufus and before saying “and your mom and dad…”, Bobby adds an “Ellen and Jo let me borrow their place”. (Reasoning: If you’re gonna put the man outside the Harvelle’s place, at least mention them for Jack’s sake!).

Besides, after Bobby tells Dean that Sam will be along and that time in heaven is different, Dean gives a small smile and says, “Well, there’s no rush. I want him to have a long, happy life.” Bobby answers with: “I would expect nothing less from you, boy” and tells him he got everything he could ever want, etc., just like it happened in the episode, and finishes by asking “What are you gonna do now, Dean?” (Reasoning: It’s important we know for sure that Dean is NOT codependent anymore and that he doesn’t expect to have a miserable afterlife just because his brother is not there yet).

Instead of saying “I think I’ll go for a drive” Dean says, “I think I know what I want” and walks towards baby. Bobby still tells him to have fun. (Reasoning: “Know what I want” is ambiguous enough to help us introduce the last piece of the puzzle, the one thing Dean’s wanted for many seasons and has never been able to express).

 The biggest change is coming:

Dean gets on the Impala and has a moment of silence while he contemplates the wheel. He begins to pray: “Hey, Cas, you got your ears on? I hear you’ve been busy working on this updated Heaven with Jack. You were right about him, Cas. You had faith in him and he saved us all. You could always see the best in everyone, even when they couldn’t see it themselves. Even when I couldn’t see it myself. There’s so much I want to tell you. Maybe you can visit sometime. I hope prayer’s still a thing up here.” (Reasoning: Dean’s side of the confession was unaddressed and that was terrible writing. If there was no way to get him to speak his truth textually, at least take him as close to it as possible).

We listen to a flutter of wings and a “Hello, Dean” from the back seat. We don’t see Cas, but the camera shows us Dean’s cocky smile and he says “Took you long enough.” He turns around slowly. End of scene. (Reasoning: The flutter of wings confirms that angels have their wings back and ties that loose end. The final “hello, Dean” was highly anticipated and it made sense. If Misha couldn’t be there to film, for whatever reason, or if the problem was the kind of conversation Dean and Cas would have, then don’t show it, but leave the door open. Let us know that the two characters were reunited and will talk, but whatever Dean has to say is so private that it’s not for us to hear, only for Cas.  

We finally hear “Carry on my wayward son” and get a montage that begins with Sam playing with his kid. Then we see Dean driving, super happy, and Sam living his life to the fullest. We still get Sam’s Blurry Wife, BUT… we see pictures of Eileen in the living room (not just of John, Mary, Sam, and Dean). We also see photos of Jody, Donna, Charlie, and AU!Bobby. (Reasoning: FAMILY DON’T END IN BLOOD).

The scene where Sam is wearing the party wig and looks miserable inside the Impala is cut and nobody talks about it ever again because it never existed. We get a scene of Sam teaching his son how to fix the car instead. (Reasoning: First of all, don’t give Sam a life where years later he’s still in pain. Second of all, the fucking wig was a crime).

Sam’s dying scene stays the same. The only thing is that his son signs a couple of phrases to him before actually speaking. (Reasoning: More confirmation that Dean Jr. is Eileen’s son).

We hear the final “Evanescence-like Carry on my wayward son”. Again we see the photos and there’s family other than the Winchesters there. (Reasoning: Obvious at this point).

The rest is exactly the same. The show began with two brothers and it’s okay if the last scene is with the two brothers reunited in Heaven. At this point, the other parts of the story are acceptable enough for us to feel happy that they get to see each other again after years of a happy (after)life.

Now look me in the eye and tell me this was too hard to execute. I still think that bad writing is a thing we can’t deny here, adding to the possible meddling of the Network. Maybe Dabb wanted us to hate the finale because he couldn’t get away with what he truly wanted. If that was his intention, then kudos to him. He and The CW really gave us a finale that only 30% of the fandom liked.

I hope you guys have enjoyed this and it helps to give you some peace of mind. In my heart, this was the finale we got. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t drop the ball either.

[taegyuun]

biology class

genre: fluff, acquaintances to lovers, highschool au

word count: 2.5k

pairing: jungwon x reader

requested? yes

notes: i hope you like this i really love college/school concepts and i was super excited to write this, also i had to search up topics for biology in highschool so if this seems too easy/hard for a bunch of 16 year olds y’know why. also yes i know in korea they have uniforms but for the sake of this they can wear their own clothes. I've been writing this all day, literally since the second i woke up until now which is 19:05 pm. I'm extremely proud of this so i hope you enjoy! texting is in bold.

yang jungwon.

the campus’ ‘it boy’. everyone knew, loved, hated, or couldn’t decide whether they wanted to be him or with him. people definitely had mixed opinions on him but it was mainly the boys who gave him the glances of evil.

they were jealous.

the kid was known for being easy going, naturally sweet to everyone and academically smart. but one thing that did tick the boys off though, were his talents. sure, there were many boys and girls in school that were nice and pretty and smart but somehow, yang jungwon just had to have it all.

not only could he sing, he could dance too.

not only could he be sweet, he could turn and give the cold glare too.

he was the definition of a perfect boy... and that’s exactly how you got involved with him. let’s just say you were at the brink of being infatuated with him.

but how could you not be? even though you two barely spoke together, when you did - even if it was only about the topic of your class - you felt like he was genuinely interested in what you had to say and it never felt forced. you always felt like he cared; no matter how boring the subject you were talking about was. it had you hooked in a second.

unfortunately, jungwon was popular. infuriatingly popular. and with popularity, the swarm of love letters and beautiful fangirls and fanboys also showed up in the picture. the thoughts of dating him disappeared quicker than you could say, “hello!” to him. it disappointed you, yes. however, who were you to dwell on some highschool boy? sure, he's not exactly the type that you’d quickly forget about the second you graduate but he also never made a real impact on your life other than some minor crush.

well that was up until your biology class.

“y/n and... jungwon.” the sound of mrs. lim’s voice boomed through the filled classroom and knocked you back into reality at the sound of your name. you look up from your hands in confusion and then rendered what she said - you were paired with jungwon for your biology project... that was worth 65% of your grade.

you weren’t exactly worried about getting everything done on time - you knew he would definitely cooperate and do what he was meant to do, but what you were worried about was messing up in front of him. i mean, messing up in front of your crush is the worst second hand embarrassment, no matter how nice they are. you put your thoughts aside and looked around the classroom, trying to find the boy, only to find him already looking at you with a smile and a small wave. you wave back before looking down at your fingers, picking at the skin near your nails. oh boy, you were in for a ride.

as the bell rings, you start to pack your things away, only to be stopped by a finger tapping on your shoulder.

“hey!” you almost feel like you’re in one of the cheesy romcoms, feeling like you had to cover your eyes from how bright his smile was.

“hi jungwon, what’s up?”

“i was wondering how we’re gonna do the project?” you thought about all the possibilities and topics. you could do it at his house, your house, the library and you couldn’t wait to decide on the subject. a small smile appeared on your lips at the thought of working with him.

“uh, what about i’ll give you my number and then we can decide after school?” you words were slightly rushed, as you tried to escape his presence as quickly as possible and get to your next lesson - wanting to hide away from the chilling glares his fangirls were giving you - which you were soon to be late to. he then pulls out a piece of paper and hands it to you before pulling his bag over his shoulder and sending you a pretty smile,

“remember to text me.”

you look at the piece of paper, a few numbers written on it in black ink. you dwell over the thought of having to text him first, but you knew if you didn’t, the project wasn’t going to get done. you thought over it a bit more and realised that your grades were far more important than some stupid crush. you pull out your phone and text a simple,

you: hi it y/n!

you put your phone down, expecting to have to wait a while for a reply and got back to picking at your food with your fork. instead, you're surprised to hear your phone vibrating on the wooden table, a notification with his name already on screen. you place down your utensil and look at the text.

jungwon: hey! so what do u want to do for the project? i think we should decide the topic first before figuring out where we want to do it 

you were glad that he was pretty straightforward and didn't beat around the bush, also that he genuinely wanted to get the project done and that it wasn't you doing all the work like the previous times you were partnered up with someone. 

you: what do u think about the musculoskeletal system 

jungwon: omg i was gonna say lets do smth to do with the skeletal system

jungwon: ok well then the topic is settled where do u wanna do it

you smile brightly at the easy agreement instead of having to scratch at your head for hours to get the other person to agree upon a topic.

you: i mean we can do it at mine if youre ok with that but the library is also an option

jungwon: yours it is then ;)

you look down at your phone in surprise at the “;)”, not expecting him to be so bold.

you: great! tmr after school?

jungwon: cant wait :)

throughout the whole day at school, you kept glancing at the clock, anticipating the final bell to ring so you could meet your project partner at the school entrance and walk home with him. you shake your head at the thought, trying to remind yourself that it was just a project - nothing else. the loud sound of a bell ringing brings you out of your trance, as you excitedly hop out of your seat. “woah, y/n... what's got you in such a good mood? its only lunch, are you that hungry?” you turn around and see jungwon standing with a hand on his bag strap and a few other boys behind him. you lightly laugh and say, “oh I'm just excited to get started on the project... hi guys.” you wave slightly at the boys stood behind him and hear a chorus of “hi y/n!!” following and excited waves. 

“ill see you later, alright?” you slightly smile as you start to walk away. your eyes widen at the yelling and hooting behind you as you look over your shoulder and see the rest of the boys shouting and punching jungwon’s arms, one of them yelling out a, “you scored! she's a cute one!” 

you smile slightly to yourself and lift your head higher, walking towards the cafeteria.

finally.

the final bell rings and you pack your things into your bag, sighing in delight at the thought of finally being able to leave the building. you walk out the class and instead of being able to walk straight out like usual, you see jungwon standing off to the side and gently waving at you. you raise a brow at him, but continuing to walk over anyway. “what are you doing here? i thought we were meeting at the entrance?” 

“i- um, i don't know i thought it be better if i waited for you here, you don't mind right?” he smirks knowingly, already aware of your small crush on him. he didn't find out through you, of course not. you were good at acting neutral around him - not even showing an ounce of adoration. however, one thing you weren't good at hiding, were your thoughts during your sleep. you two shared a free class together, and most of the time you spent it studying or sleeping. you didn't exactly say your thoughts loudly, but jungwon sat close enough to hear some of the things you had to say - him being a common topic of your dreams. he wasn't dumb, he could figure out that you liked him. but he also was a tad stupid - still not acting upon his already existing feelings and asking you out.

thankfully, you being his partner in the project boosted his confidence and had allowed him to create the ‘perfect’ plan of asking him to be your boyfriend. 

“i-uh, yeah! i don't mind. shall we go?” you say, slightly flustered. he nods in responses and mulls over what he was going to do. screw it. he grabs your hand and interlaces your fingers together, “so which way to yours?” your eyes widen at his action, looking at him with your mouth dropped open, before getting out a chocked, “uh, t-to the left.”

“lets get going then?” he starts walking and softly smiles down at you. you subconsciously squeeze his hand and smile back, walking hand in hand with him, steps oddly in sync. you hear a “hell yeah jungwon! get it!” and a loud, “ow!” followed after. you turn around and see jay holding his head in pain and sunghoon stood behind him with a smug smile on his face, throwing a thumbs up to both of you. you turn back around and look up at jungwon, seeing his cheeks tinted a light pink and a shy smile residing on his lips. you feel a soft tug at your hand followed by a clearing of his throat.

“come on, lets go.” you follow his step, hands still interlaced as you two walk in a comfortable silence, once in a while telling him which direction to go. 

“so what do you think we should start with?” you look up from the ground and see him looking at you, awaiting your response. “oh uhm, i think we should just start with getting all the info into notes and from that start making the project. i think we should leave the creative aspects like making it look nice and what not till the end because that doesn't really impact our grades so it isn't that important.” you feel his thumb rubbing you hand in soft circles and feel yourself getting warmer, completely forgetting his hand holding yours - it just felt so natural. he hums in agreement before speaking up once again. 

“I'm honestly so glad i got partnered with you, especially with this being such an important project. every time i had to work with other people who weren't my friends it felt like i either had to do all the work or scratch to the depths of my brain to get them to agree on a topic and on how we should make it work.”

“i totally get that!” your voice slightly raises in happiness at his words, “i feel the exact same way. every time i get partnered with someone, i always have to do all the work and it got so infuriating always having to credit them for something they never did or the bare minimum.” you take out the key from your pocket and twist it into the keyhole, opening the door and hearing the pat of your cats paws coming closer to the door. you both take your shoes off and walk to the kitchen, your cat following behind and waking in between your legs. 

“i didn't know you had a cat?” jungwon's voice forces you to look behind and find him to be crouching down and petting howl. “well, mr. yang, there's a lot you don't know about me, he's called howl by the way,”

“like howl from ‘howls moving castle’?” you smile brightly, happy that he got the refence. “yeah! i love that movie, its my comfort film,” you bring two glasses of water with you as you start to walk upstairs, jungwon following your steps. you both get to your room, opening the door wider to let him inside too. 

“woah.” 

“huh? oh uh, ignore everything - its not the prettiest room,” you say, slightly embarrassed at all the posters and random clutters on your shelves, “no, no! i love it, it reminds me a lot of my own room. its very fitting to you, y/n.” he smiles at you and you simply smile back, handing him the glass of water and hearing a quiet, “thanks,” in response. 

“well, should we start?”

“god! finally!” you both groan, falling back onto your soft bed, sighing at the ceiling. you two had been working since the second you got inside your room until the sun had set; your parents even managed to get back from work by the time you were only one third through your note gathering. you spread your arms on the bed, stretching as you did so. your hand then hits something soft and silky. you look to your left and see jungwon smiling brightly as your hand rests on top of is head. 

the whole time you two were working on the project, you both subconsciously stayed close to one another, as if you were just drawn to the other with an invisible force. even when you took a food break for 20 minutes and were sat opposite one another, your feet kept kicking the other, smiling and laughing quietly with warm cheeks. 

now you laid on your bed, your hand resting on top of his head and staying there with no complaints from the boy.

“i like your outfit,” you observed the comfortable fit he was wearing, oversized black hoodie with some blue text in the corner and loose fitting black trousers. jungwon looks down at what he was wearing before looking back up and smiling, eyes slowly opening and closing, “youre tired, aren't you?” he then opens his mouth, trying to deny your statement but gets cut off by a yawn. he blushes before softly nodding his head and getting more comfortable on your bed, unknowingly bringing you closer to him, eyes already closed. 

“take a nap, ill wake you up when it gets late.” he nods once again, barely conscious as he already falls into dreamland, arms wrapped tightly around you. you feel yourself heating up, both from his body heat and at his actions. you try hard as you possibly can to not squeal too loudly as you brush his hair away from his forehead and press a soft kiss in place. 

a tiny smile forms on his lips as you get more comfortable and start to drift away yourself. right before being sent away to your dreams, you felt a gentle kiss being pressed to your forehead in return. 

he may have not followed his ‘perfect plan’ of becoming your boyfriend but you both got 100% on the project... and a new found love.

[rat-that-writes]

Hi friend!! Do u think u could write something dark x reader (although tbh u can write whichever ego u feel most inspired with--im not picky lol) where reader has had a long day at work and just needs some gentle attention and rest and affection👉👈🥺

a/n: hi <3 this is so cute thank u for the request, really feeling it rn. you can tell how badly i want pizza for dinner. enjoy !

tw: very mild embarrassment, thunder, swearing, food & eating (pizza specifically), use of the word lift instead of elevator lol im scottish dont @ me americans

Slapping down hard on the pavement, your feet carried you hurriedly down the street. It had started raining just ten minutes before you left work. You thought maybe it would have stopped by now, the forecast said it would be clear skies at this time, but no. Definitely not. Heavier than before, the rain soaked through your jacket, trousers, and your shoes. Every step you took you could hear the squelching of your socks against the sole of your boots.

You would have called a cab but of course the weather had also soaked through your pockets, rendering your phone useless until it was dry again. You just had to carry on through the misery until you reached your apartment.

Just when you were approaching your half-way-home mark, a loud crack of thunder rang in your ears, startling you enough for you loose your footing on an uneven tile and almost trip over. The streets weren't crowded by any means, but a few bystanders definitely saw that. You felt your face heating up as you caught your breath. Sighing loudly, you carried on walking at a slightly slower pace, not wanting to trip up again.

After another fifteen minutes of freezing misery being poured down on you from the dark cloudy sky, you had finally reached your apartment building. Stomping up to the lift, you stepped in, pleased to find it empty. 

Feeling the large metal box moving upwards, it was if you felt your woes lifting with it. Soon, you would be in your cosy apartment, taking a long, hot shower and cuddling up in one of Dark’s hoodies that he never wears. Maybe you’d even call him to come cuddle you. Well, you’d have to dry your phone first. 

As soon as you heard the telltale ding of the doors opening, you softly pushed past the three other people waiting for the lift, muttering an ‘excuse me,’ as one of them gave you a slight glare. 

You could almost already feel the promise of the hot water gracing your skin, ridding you of the cold rain water and sweat. Turning the key in the lock, you struggled a little. This always happened on bad days. Jiggling the piece of metal slightly, you finally pushed the door open. 

Peeling off your jacket, you hung it on the coat rack to dry, taking your phone out of the pocket. You didn’t even wait to turn the light on before you started on your jeans and t-shirt, but maybe you should have because the sight of glowing eyes just mere feet in front of you tore a hoarse scream from your throat. Your hand unconsciously threw itself at the light switch, flipping it on to reveal the the rest of the entity sitting on the back of your couch, knees bent and palms flat against each other. He looked confused, to say the least.

“Oh fucking hell, Dark! What are you doing here?” Your tone softened towards the end, voice sore from the scream. 

“I did text you, Darling.” 

“My phone got wet..”

“Ah.”

Finally having caught your breath, you chuckled softly. The demon smiled. He could tell you had had quite the long day. 

Sighing softly, you continued to undress, uncomfortable with the soggy clothing clinging to your body. You could tell he was trying not to watch too obviously, which was amusing. 

“I’m gonna take a shower, you can stay here if you want? I’ll probably take a while.” 

He nods, getting up and reaching for you. You hesitantly accepted the hug, not wanting to dampen his clothes, but he didn’t seem to care. Kisses were planted atop your head as his arms squeezed you softly, enveloping your figure. For a demonic creature he gave the best hugs.

“Take as long as you need. I’ll order you some food.”

                                                           -

Feeling cosy and refreshed, you stepped out of the bathroom and into your bedroom to search for that hoodie you wanted. Dark bought it specifically for you to wear. He wore it only once, describing it as “agonising to be cloaked in such common threads,” but you knew he was exaggerating. The smallest inconveniences were always put so eloquently disdainful, which was hilarious. 

Eventually, you found it buried at the back of your wardrobe, and slipped it on with a pair of cotton shorts. Falling just above your knees, the hoodie was soft and comfortable against your skin. You always wore this after a bad day.

The sound of voices interrupted your thoughts. Padding into the kitchen, you heard the sound of a very intimidated delivery guy, and a deep, restrained “thank you.”

As your boyfriend returned to the kitchen with a pizza box, your mouth watered and you realised just how hungry you were. Reaching to open the box, you felt his arms come around you and his head atop yours. Smiling, you inquired about the scared-sounding boy.

“Why did that pizza guy sound so distressed?”

“They all do.”

Shaking your head at his answer, you turned around in his hold. Charcoal eyes looking down at you, he smiled again and kissed your temple. Looking up again, he reached for the pizza box and took your hand to lead you to the couch, the Netflix already loaded up.

Settling down between his legs, you put the box on your lap over a fuzzy blanket. Just then, you realised he was still fully clothed in  a black dress shirt and black slacks. His expression turned confused as you stood up from his lap.

“You’re still dressed,” you spoke, eyeing him up and down. 

“If you wanted me to undress, Darling, you should have said so earlier.”

Making a show of unbutton his shirt, he smirked at you. Rolling your eyes, you set down the pizza and the blanket and ran into your bedroom, leaving Dark looking confused again. 

Soon you emerged, a pair of grey sweatpants in hand. He’d worn these a couple times before, at your request. Eyeing them up, he sighed softly. 

“I just want you to be comfortable,” you said, tone slightly teasing.

“Very well, for you.”

Getting up, he took them from your grasp and kissed your cheek. Face heating up slightly, you went back to your pizza to grab a slice. That first bite you took was like heaven. Cooled down enough to not burn your tongue, but still hot to please your taste buds. Immaculate sauce, slightly sweet. The cheese. The cheese was even better. You swear you almost left earth and all planes of existence after that bite, until you felt strong arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down. 

As your back made contact with his solid chest, you let out a squeak. He smirked again, placing kisses all over your bare shoulder where the hoodie has fallen slightly. Trailing up your neck, you giggled and shrugged slightly as his beard tickled your throat. Dark hummed, squeezing you again. Eventually, he stopped and let you carry on eating whilst you looked for something to watch. 

“Are you gonna have a slice or not? Because I will eat this whole pizza.”

A torn look came upon his face. You rolled your eyes, knowing that his dramatic side was to show itself any moment now. Slowly, he reached for a slice, picking it up with the very tips of his fingers. He brought it up to the two of you, flapping the pizza slightly as it assessing it. A judging hum came from the man, brows furrowed and lips pressed together. All while you look on in amusement.

Taking another bite from your slice, you looked at him. He looked at you, then the slice, then straight ahead as he took a hesitant bite. Forever a man with an unreadable expression, you couldn’t tell if he liked it or not. At least he wasn’t spitting it out.  

When he stopped chewing, you kept looking at his face for an answer. Nothing was too clear, but he didn’t look like he hated it.

“It was... fine, actually.” His tone was unusually soft, it almost concerned you. 

Slowly turning back around, you grabbed another slice for yourself and one for Dark. He accepted it, but didn’t eat it straight away. He just held in front of him, eyes focused on the movie. A silent chuckle fell from your lips.

Content, you snuggled closer to the demon. His arms squeezed you from time to time, a gentle reminder that he’s still there. As your breathing grew slow and even, you felt the hands of slumber creeping closer into your brain, a silent lullaby drifting you off to dreamland. Eyes closed, you turned your body slightly. Dark’s arms squeezed once again as a kiss was planted on your forehead. A final sigh escaped your lips; you would finish the pizza tomorrow. Now it was time to drift away, in his arms, secure and content. Finally.