#and again dont be afraid to ask questions and stuff

[hattiestgal]

If you don't mind my asking, how do you go about drawing fat? :3

JUST THE EXCUSE I WAS LOOKING FOR

So, for me personally, a lot of the time when I draw fat characters, I'm not looking to specifically capture the specifics of fat as much as the feel of fat. Bulkier, rounder shapes in the right places that has a feeling of weight to em! A lot of that is intuition and simplification at this point, but it all works on the same frame as just any ol' person. Like take this-

For example. This is the basis for any body shape, not just the more average one that it may imply. Sure- it can be that average body shape:

But also a fat one too!

And a big part of that is knowing where fat usually tends to bunch up on the body, so lets take a look piece by piece! (Please keep in mind this is very simplified, and not completely precise in some parts)

THE FACE: Cheeks (in purple) and especially the chin (in light blue) are the places where a lot of the fat is gonna wanna gather and round out on your face! Additionally, theres a small pocket of fat beneath the cranium on the backside of your head. It's small, but it is there. I believe fat can build up elsewhere like the bridge of your nose and forehead, but generally speaking, you're gonna have a whole lot more buildup in other places first.

THE TORSO: A lot of the fat built up on the torso is gonna be sent to your tummy. More cushioning for vital organs, mostly out of the way, it just makes sense. Additionally, the lower backs fat builds up and joins with a patch of fat on your sides that forms what is typically referred to as the love handles to make that double belly look. Along with this, the immediate next target for the torso is the breasts, followed by the upper back!

THE ARMS: For this limb, a VERY notable amount of the fat present builds up on the tricep and bicep areas, lessening once you get towards the flexor and extensor areas. You can almost think of the arm as a sort of triangular shape, wide side starting from the shoulder and tapering towards the hand, which itself mostly builds up fat around the back of the hand and the fingers. The shoulders themselves don't build up too much fat unless you got a lot

THE LEGS: And finally, you can think of the legs having pretty similar curves to what you're probably already used to thinking. The front of the thighs getting a big buildup, along with the back of the calves, the other parts being flatter in turn. As far as the feet go- similarly to the hands, the top of the feet, along with the heels get most of the buildup, as fat on your soles would impede mobility. The glute, hip and crotch area will also especially build up fat, lending to the same triangular shape that you can see in the arm!

A big thing to note with fat is that it tends to taper off towards joints. Your knees, elbows, shoulders, hips, and all the other places are gonna have significantly less fat so that you remain mobile and flexible, as that's important!

Now that we have an idea of where fat builds up on the body, you might have something that looks kinda like this

Which yes, does demonstrate a solid understanding of the places fat builds up, lacks the weight you're probably trying to convey, which brings us to out next point! Fat is well... heavy! Gravity is what gives fat much of it's shape, especially as you tread towards larger and larger bodies.

This is demonstrated really well on the arms especially-

Those big ol' bits of fat'll really start to sag when left hanging, and they will squish like hell if they run into something. I like to think of these bits of fat as big ol' ovals that squash and stretch depending on if there's an obstacle in their way or not

These are the important shapes to remember when it comes to the weightiness of fat! If you take all of this into mind, you should be getting something a lot closer to that shape you've been after!

Oh, and always remember that fat bodies come in all variety of shapes and sizes! Play around with a whole lot, and seek out all the resources you can! it'll really lend to your knowledge when it comes to this kinda stuff!

And as I always recommend when it comes to learning art- look at what your favorite artists do with fat bodies. See what you really like about the fat bodies they draw and try to replicate it in your own work, I promise you it's one of the most helpful things ever.

This is like the most basic of basics when it comes to drawing fat bodies though. If there's any additional thing about fat bodies, or maybe you want clarification on something, don't be afraid to ask! If there's enough to cover, I'll make an addition to this post!

[muli-wam]

cw: toxic relationship (with readers ex, dont hate reader it's not her fault 😭), Lots trauma dumping on readers part and cho being oblivious and getting dragged into readers mess

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Hockey Player!Choso Kamo who started playing hockey as a kid when he saw his dad liked it.

Children tend to say they like the things their parents like, whether it's for validation or attention or praise, but Choso grew to love the sport.

He loved the coldness radiating from the rink, making his nose blistering cold, or the way the ice felt beneath his feet as the sharp blades of his skate pierced through the icy sheet.

He loved the feeling of hitting the hockey puck as he put all his emotion and energy into every swing, every shot of his was precise, intentional, and powerful.

Hockey Player!Choso Kamo was a player of brute force. He was strategic, but mostly relied on his strength and insane scoring accuracy, which was why he was the left wing.

And although he strived to be center at first, he realized that his overthinking eclipsed that dream, though he wasn't bitter because of it. He loved his position.

Although, Hockey Player!Choso Kamo's overthinking got him in some pretty questionable situations.

He was never the type to argue back, afraid that the person might not like him anymore. He liked to avoid conflict at all costs.

So, if someone told him to try something, he would probably just do it no matter how insane it may be.

Hockey Player!Choso Kamo had never been great at questioning things anyway. Like the time yuji convinced him that using a spoon for cereal was overrated, so he spent 5 months struggling to eat cereal with chopsticks instead.

Due to Hockey Player!Choso Kamo's obliviousness, he somehow landed himself here. Across from you. Drinking hot coco in a cozy coffee shop, though the tension coming from you both drowned out the "coziness".

It would have been a cute first date you both could look back upon and smile at, IF you didn't already have a boyfriend.

You two had been texting back and forth for a couple days though it was dry on choso's part.

You both bonded pretty well, had a lot in common, so choso tried forgetting the fact that you had a boyfriend, but the fact that you did made him uncomfortable, therefore your convorsations with him werent all that exciting.

You got sick of it so you both finally agreed to meet up.

"Sorry if I made things weird...I really do like you!" You try to explain.

Choso pouts a bit, picking at the paper of his hot coco cup.

"You can't like me. You have a boyfriend," he deadpans, voice flat as his fingers tense around the cup.

"I know, I know, I just-" you start before letting out a deep sigh.

"He's not my boyfriend, he's just..." you trail.

Choso raises his eyebrows expectantly.

"Look I just needed some time with someone who wasn't so mentally draining, and you're- god you're just easy to talk to. To be around in general," you gesture to him, putting your hands in your face in embarrassment and defeat.

Hockey Player!Choso Kamo who softens his features from your distress, though he still is pretty angry at you for not telling him you had a whole ass boyfriend.

He blames this on Naoya. If only he hadn't suggested exchanging numbers maybe you would have just been the cute figure skater he crashed into at the skating rink and never talked to again, instead of an unraveling mess that he waltzed right into.

"Wanna take a walk?" You abruptly say, finally lifting your head.

"Yeah, sure," choso mumbles before getting up and throwing his empty cup away, you doing the same.

Hockey Player!Choso Kamo feels frustration bubble in his chest when you explain to him your situation.

"My boyfriend- well, no, my ex, is kinda an asshole," you explain.

"I was just scared that he would say stuff to make me feel bad for moving on."

"Stuff like what?" Choso asks, noticing the way you nervously picked at your thumbs.

"Stuff like- like how I shouldn't be trying to cut him off because we have history and how I 'owe him' after everything he's done for me and stupid shit like that," you sigh, making finger quotes.

"—I'm just sick of his manipulation and him trying to control my life even after we broke up—which was almost eight months ago might I add," you let out a dry laugh.

"Why dont you just block him or something?" Choso asks, his brows furrowing slightly.

"—I mean it's not that hard, right? he sounds pretty toxic."

Hockey Player!Choso Kamo realizes moments later that your ex is a fucking psycho.

You were telling him why you couldn't get rid of your ex, how no matter how many time you would tell him you're done he just wouldn't leave you alone. And how you've blocked him countless times and he still found a way to get ahold of you despite that.

You told choso how you wanted to move on, and you apologized for dragging him into this mess but your ex just made everything in your life seem impossible.

"I dont miss him and I definately don't want him. I just want him gone," you sigh, sounding exhausted.

“It’s like he’s everywhere. Showing up at the rink, texting me out of nowhere, acting like I still owe him something. He just- he won’t let go," you explained.

"I feel stuck and now I dragged you into this and I'm so sorr-" you pause, squinting your eyes in the distance, your face falling in recognition.

In the midst of your trauma dump about a certain asshole, that said asshole approaches you both.

"Toji, what the hell are you doing here?" You say harshly, giving Choso a worried look.

"Came to see you, dollface," Toji tilts his head, smirking.

"—who's this new friend of yours?" He nods his head toward Choso.

At that moment Hockey Player!Choso Kamo wonders what the actual fuck did he get himself into.

"He's my boyfriend." You blurt hurried.

"Wha- ow!" Choso winces when you pinch his arm.

Hockey Player!Choso Kamo had no clue what was going on, because you two were not dating so why did you just say that?

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A/n: um. this ones lowk kinda deep idk what just happened. Srry toji lovers

Anyway pls dont hate me anymore 😭😭 reader just has a crazy ex who shes trying to get rid of, she doesnt want anything to do with toji but hes kinda crazy here and wont leave her alone, she just wants to settle with someone who isnt insane (choso).

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[serxinns]

Harsh words from a beloved friend

Forgotten reader au scenario

Btw this was inspired by this post right here, and the concept and AU are NOT mine. They belong to @lovelybrooke . If you want to know more about the AU and support the creator, please do. They need all the love for their hard work!

WARNING! Before you read this fic includes: violence towards the reader, bullying, infantilization towards the reader, xenophobia? (I think idk), yandere behaviors, manipulation, gaslighting, and other topics that I may have forgotten that are probably triggering as well read at your own risk

A/n: whew, it's done finally. I hope you like it, everyone! Please tell me if I did represent infantilization inappropriately or not accurately in the comments. Constructive criticism is allowed. Also, if anyone can tell me what the headboard represents, it means you get your request written next!

You were lying in your bed relieved at last after barely surviving another harsh day at UA ever since the teachers and your classmates found out about you and Shigaraki's relationship for things have been going crazy and downhill, Aizawa would always have a strange expression on his face as if he was ashamed of himself and pitying you, it felt strange and discomforting like he NOW realized his actions which ticked you off a little but you brushed it pretending to be nonchalant about it

Next was your former friend Izuku, ever since he heard the news he and his gang would make constant checks on you which was very unnecessary in your opinion, izuku would purposely get in the middle of you and Neito's conversation, asking about your concerns and try to get you to spill out how you currently feel in his intention to try to be a better friend again by comforting you in his imagination to your luck tho Neito would shoo him off before he could even continue and quickly drag you away which you thanked him for.

But Bakugo and his friends were the worst. If not worse hell. Every time you walk into the class, they start to give you piercing glares as if they intentionally want to make you tense up. Their words have been becoming harsher during training but you tried to ignore them until they started using physical threats under a ruse as "jokes" Honestly you were scared for your safety so you tried to avoid them as much as possible, begging either Neito or Shinso to assist you while dismissing their questions or concerns, not even thinking what could happen if you were to ever run into them alone

Whenever you are, you repeatedly check your surroundings, making sure nobody is following you, making sure the coast is clear enough to make a run for it in your dorms and locking it.

You were beginning to be more skittish and more anxious about your surroundings always getting started by every single touch on the shoulder or when your friends tried to get your attention, whenever they asked about your sudden behavior you quickly pushed it to the side or made excuses

One day you decided to eat lunch with Tamaki since Hitoshi and Neito were busy with training and stuff, the two of you didn't talk much when eating together but you were comfortable with his presence enough to make some small talk here or there then continued eating, as you were enjoying your lunch Tamaki spoke something out the blue "y/n..are you ok?" You stopped eating and looked up at him "Of course I am why wouldn't I be" Tamaki hesitated a bit but he continued "Y-you're acting all skittish all of a sudden whenever we talk you feel like someone or something is watching you please I'm your friend you can tell me anything-" "I'm fine Tamaki I promise you dont need to be asking me" Tamaki was taken aback at your quick response you noticed his guilty expression and took a deep breath

"I-I'm sorry I'm just stressed from all the tests and stuff you know hero stuff can be stressful" A chuckle left your mouth as you took another bite "Oh alright if you say so but if anything bothers you dont be afraid to c-come to me alright" you sighed in relief happy that Tamaki believed you so the Two if you continued with your lunch hang out

But that was so far from the truth

Tamaki knows when something is wrong especially when it comes to the people he cares deeply about, for example, he knows when Mirio is faking a smile or when he senses Neijire feeling uncomfortable or how Kirishima tries to stay determined even tho he can hear the slight tremble and stutter in his voice, and this time he now sees it more Cleary as he sees you slowly taking a bite out your food sweating in fear and your fingers twitch a bit it's so clear that you're nervous about something so why not tell him?

He swore to this day that he'd find out about whoever is causing you this, and he would protect you from them; for now, he just needs to keep a close eye on you from a distance...

When the two of you finished lunch, Tamaki offered to walk you to the class which you accepted as two if you walked towards your class in a comfortable silent, as you made it to the door you waved farewell to Tamaki and made it to your seat

As the class carried on and everyone was writing down notes for the next test, you couldn't help but feel some glares in you. Of course, you knew who they were, but you felt a particular glare, a glare that made your spine curl up. You wanted to ignore the feeling, but it just wouldn't go away, curious but scared you grabbed a mirror/glasses (just any object that fits with a mirror) faced towards you, and slowly rotated it to see a reflection of a couple of your classmates

It seemed fine everyone was either focused on their notes reading or doing whatever until it hit Kirishima... you jumped when his eyes were staring directly at the back of your head intensely his teeth almost showing as if he was gonna rip you apart after class, your heart rate was now increasing you tried to steady your breathing to cover up the fear and confusion, why was he looking at you like..wait of course you know why but why does it feel like he's gonna do something to me...

You looked around to see something or someone to save you from this situation until you remember you do not have anyone in this class to rely on and Neito and Shinso were extra busy, as the class bell rang everyone got up to their seats including Kirishima he began slowly walking towards you with a dangerous glint in his eyes you stood still shaking a bit in your seat trying your best to avoid contact he was inches away from your desk

As he was about to take another step, a sickly sweet voice came out of the blue and blocked your view between Kirishima and you. "Why don't we go to the library for tutoring? We haven't done it in a while, plus I'll help you improve!" You looked up that the black ponytail girl momo was it? The two of you would do tutoring together at the beginning when she began to "forget" them and just stop hosting and inviting you all together

You didn't like her sessions at all now that you remember she would always treat you like some sort of baby early on as if she was holding an animal picture book and pointing out all the animals and mimicking the noises you were so glad Kendo and teru eventually teached you

But it seemed like you didn't have a choice, but you would rather go with a ponytail than wanna know that guard dog would do; all you had to do was zone out of Momo's lessons and wait until it got dark to make an excuse to meet up with Kendo, perfect plan right?

The library would've been peacefully quiet if it weren't for Momo constantly getting your attention to look at some words that you already knew and then talk to you slowly so you could "understand" better you muster up a smile at best to reassure her that you were listening when in your mind you wanted to leave as fast as possible and meet up with Kendo

As the clock finally gave you mercy and struck 5pm, you hurriedly made an excuse to end today's session. "Oh man, momo, I think the tutoring session is up. Gotta leave!" You quickly got up, pulled in the chairs, and were about to walk out. "So soon? We just got started! Plus, I can do 2 more hours-" "Oh I would love to but I'm meeting up with Kendo and I don't wanna be a bad friend and ditch her" You didn't see Momo's cheery expression fall as you were too busy packing up and heading out the library "I'll see ya later!" You bid her as the door slammed shut the library became quiet once again with only the ponytail girl's blood boiling trying to keep her cool with a tight lip smile as she waved

You pull out your phone quickly texting her that you are coming which she replies with a smiley face emoji you chuckle texting her some memes and pictures as the two of you are spamming each other's memes back and forth you don't notice how much trouble you'll be in

As you accidentally bump into someone, you quickly backed away for a split second and apologized. You took your eyes out of your phone for a second to see who you bumped into to give them a proper apology and saw..

Oh no...

Kirishima

"You.." you mentally cussed as you backed away from him cautiously. "Oh uh hey-" "Don't 'hey' me, you traitor, you, Mole!" His anger was building up as he stomped towards you and pushed you on the ground; you could barely comprehend what the hell he was talking about and why he pushed you. "What-" "You sympathizer, you traitor. I don't even know how a villain like you could still be in this school!" His words are full of venom" "I know we were a bit harsh to you, but outing us out to the most dangerous fucking villain?! What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"I didn't know he was a villain nor did I know his name!? It's not like I knew he played video games!" "Again with these weak excuses, it was so obvious he was Shigaraki!" "Maybe I would've known I had friends and not be bullied by some blonde brute and his lapdogs!" Kirishima turned to you now with a more angry expression as if he was offended without a moment he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and lifted you to his level

"You have no right to call us that when you're a simple Mole to a dangerous villain who is trying to kill us all!" He molded his other hand into a fist and reeled it back you bit his hand as hard as you could to make him let go but he bit his tongue and endured the pain even when his hand drew blood

As he was about to land a punch, a sudden tentacle came shooting out of nowhere toward Kirishima's free hand restraining it "Kirishima" The red hair froze at the familiarity of who that voice was, he slowly turned to see where the voice came from and only stopped mid way when he saw the indigo hair male, Tamaki his eyes glared at Kirishima in disappointment and betrayal, Kirishima quickly dropped you as you landed with a harsh thud, rude.

"T-Tamaki senpai!!, it's not what it is-" "insulting your classmate and was about to punch them? Yeah, seems how it exactly is." his words were cut off as he walked past him and toward you, gently helping you up and getting on your feet. "Are you okay? He didn't leave any bruises or marks on you, did he?" You shook your head, still in shock about Tamakis sudden behavior, as Kirishima's anger grew at the sight of the person he grew respect for that he looked up to! Is defending you?! He couldn't stand it

"Why are you defending them you don't know how much danger they put us through!" As Tamaki looked back at the boy with a serious expression," And, do you think bullying and degrading them is any better? This isn't something a hero should do, Kirishima. Have you ever thought about what they feel about it or if they intentionally wanted to?" Kirishima paused for a moment and didn't utter anything, only just avoiding his gaze. "I thought you were better than this, Kirishima; what happened to you being the "manliest hero in the hero alliance?" Was that all a ruse?" "N-no tamaki senpai it no-"

"I don't want you anywhere near me or them I don't respect someone who bullies others"

Those words shattered Kirishima as he looked in disbelief. His thoughts became a blur as he saw his mentor, his friend, leaving with his hands protectively around you, getting far away from him... was he the problem all this time?

Was he actually a lapdog?..

...

"Thanks back there you didn't have to." He stopped at his track and smiled. "No, It's fine. You weren't in the wrong anyway he was. Don't feel guilty for something you did that wasn't in your control." You looked up at him, surprised."You're not mad at me? even when I became a...mole?" That's when Tamaki embraced you with a warm hug "Of course not, even when you make a dangerous mistake like that it was the villain's fault for trying to get in your head and manipulate you but you stood strong and made the right choice by informing the teachers therefore you're not a traitor nor a Mole in my perspective"

Your eyes brimmed with tears with his words, "Thank you, thank you," as you hugged him back a little tighter. Was your luck finally turning around? Maybe not, but slowly, but at least you had more people who didn't see you as a nuisance, a child, or any traitor. It felt nice that you were treated as a human being Even if it was temporary.

A sudden buzz on your phone caught your attention, and it was still snuggled in your pocket. As you pick it up, you see a bunch of missed calls and messages from Shinso, Neito, and Kendo, all spamming concerns about your safety or if they needed to come. "Oh shit! I gotta run my friends are worried for me and Tamaki thank you I'm sure you're gonna be a great hero one day as you gave him one last hug before running off looking for you're friends before they hunt someone down to find you

Timeskip

The next day was a regular day as usual you went into class avoided everyone as possible (mostly Izuku and his gang) sat down at the back of the class and started the school day as you were doodling down stuff you noticed how dull and quiet Kirishima became when he usually would go to mina as they chat each other's ears off all-day but instead he stayed where he was and just looked down at his desk mina came over looking concern for him

"Hey Kirishima you ok man" The bubbly teen hit him on his shoulder playfully but he all did was look at her, nod, and go back to what he was doing which made the hair girl awkward and murmur an "ok" and sat back down when the teacher came in to start the lesson

Even at training, Kirishima didn't utter a single word to you or his friends. Even when they were teasing you, he just looked away. "Hehe, yeah, they're so weak, right? Kirishima, cmon say something!" His other friend Denki kept pressuring him poking his shoulder and urging him to speak but all smack his hand away and walked back leaving his friends in shock and disappointment

Even at lunch, he wasn't even interacting with anyone, just playing with his food as he barely ate. Everyone sat in silence and stared at him until his best friend finally spoke up, "The hell is up with your shitty hair?" He was then ignored as the red hair kept poking with his food staring down at it, making the blonde more irritated. He snatched his tray away and put it far from the table "Are you ignoring me?" Kirishima finally looked up at him with an annoyed expression "I just said millions of times I'm fine blasty so can I please have my food back" bakugo slammed his hand down hard infront of him

"Like hell you are! You've been acting quiet for the whole damn day! And It's getting pretty damn annoying, so spit it out. God damnit, I'm tired of this childish shit" "Kacchan chillout, . Don't you think you're being a bit harsh?" Denki butted him, trying to de-escalate the situation "he's right. What if he's having a bad day today? Or recently but he's right Kirishima we're all worried for you so please stop ignoring us and tell us" Everyone at the table joined him questioning and pressuring him to speak

He covered his ears not wanting to hear more without glancing a final Time at Tamaki and you talking and smiling at each other laughing tears began to brim his eyes as he got up from his seat and quickly ran out leaving his group and even Katsuki speechless

As he made it to the bathroom, he locked himself in there and took a deep breath. He then lifted his head and stared at the mirror, his reflection. "Why, just why did he have to go side with them fuck.." tears slide across his cheeks and fall through the sink he wanted to be angry at you so bad wanted to pin the blame on you or something to make him feel like he was in the right but the memories the flashbacks of how he and his friends mistreated you keep flooding back into his mind making him frustrated and yet gulity..?

Is he feeling guilty? For himself, no... for you, but how?! You're supposed to be the bad guy, not him. Why is he feeling remorse for you out of all people? Why does he suddenly feel like he wants to go on your knees and apologize it was supposed to be the opposite it's such a headache honestly and he couldn't make it stop he wants to stop thinking altogether

A knock at the door startled him and snapped him out of his thoughts. "Uh hey, is the bathroom available he stared at the door for a moment until he spoke up, clearing his throat, "Uh yeah, sorry! I'll unlock it!"

[creatingblackcharacters]

hi! this might be a complicated ask. i'm writing a Black-coded (nonhuman) ex-soldier with PTSD and was wondering if there is anything else i should consider with this character's relationship to violence. since im white, i dont have a nuanced perspective on how growing up Black(coded) might affect his behavior in this area.

my character is Black-coded in his character design, but more importantly, in-universe, he is part of a phenotype of his species that is treated like they are less intelligent and more violent than the other phenotypes. in canon material for this universe, other characters who are subject to these stereotypes have been interpreted as Black, so there is precedent for this analogy. a huge part of the source material is the struggle for equality, freedom, and liberation for all phenotypes. (not that its always done well)

the way im writing him now, he's a very calm and avoidant pacifist when possible, wanting to distance himself from the battlefield. but when he feels his new friends are in danger, he will fight again to protect them and himself. thing is, he has PTSD, and what he registers as a life-or-death threat might not register as a threat to his friends. as a result, they might find his actions overly aggressive… they don't understand what the war was like & how not being proactive enough cost him a friend. he's terrified to lose someone again, and this is the root of his behavior. that fear drives him more than the fear of returning to the battlefield. i dont want him to be an "angry aggressive Black man" or anything, i want it to be clear that he's acting from a place of fear, trauma, and protectiveness. i also want to note that he is not the only Black-coded character. one of the three never-seen-battle, carefree characters is also Black-coded. hopefully i've written him with enough nuance to avoid falling into stereotypes about aggression, but if not, i'd want to hear where i can improve.

now, the part where i really need advice is on how growing up as a part of this stereotyped phenotype might affect how he does (or does not) express things like anger, hostility, or fear. might he try to keep his emotions under wraps to avoid appearing angry or aggressive? or uncritically embrace it as a part of his identity? might he be afraid that expressing his emotions honestly will invite discrimination from his friends who do not have this phenotype? im afraid i just dont know where to begin with this one, but i feel it must be addressed as an important part of his character. oppression is a big topic in the source material and i feel i'd be remiss to avoid it in my OCs.

i know this is a long ask, but if you do choose to answer, thank you very much! if you'd like elaboration on anything, just ask. he's my favorite OC in this story and the most well-developed, and i want to do him justice

Hi, sorry for taking so long to get back to you, but I've been thinking about how to answer this question daily. In my honest opinion, I think you should pause on this character and do some further research. You have an incredibly intriguing concept that would be really cool to explore... But I don't think that, right now, you as an author necessarily understand what you need to in order to depict the complexity of this character's experience.

My suggestion would be finding and reading books written by Black men about their experiences as Black men. They will include their stories of how they had to deal with their emotions, their traumas, and their relationships. I'm sure there are even stories of Black vets, if you really want to get that specific, but just in general life experience will hold patterns worth understanding for characterization. Ta-Nehisi Coates' Between the World and Me, or Monster by Walter Dean Myers, stuff like that.

[alikesical]

Forever Yours.

❛There's no love lost, but I'll be forever yours❜

Jason Todd x reader

trigger warnings: angst, character death

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Jason didn't know how to exist anymore...

Everything around him was wrong. All that he did, felt mechanical, like a mere muscle memory.

He woke up. He went to the repair shop. He'd go home. He'd lie still on his bed until his body gave away to exhaustion.

He was alone, even when in company, and God knows he had company. Dick and Tim, sometimes even Damian, would drop by and force him out of his room, even for a little while. Trying to take his mind off of you.

It never worked.

Why would it? How could he ever take his mind off of you when you were the one good, beautiful thing in his life. He didn't deserve you. He knew that much, but that never kept him from being selfish. From barging into your life.

"Please tell me you can fix it!" you pleaded with him the moment he got out of the repair truck, tears threatening to escape from your eyes.

Jason chuckled at your panic. Cute, he thought, as he walked towards you car, that had definitely seen better days, "I don't know what's wrong yet," he says and you simply nod, cursing yourself for asking stupid questions.

You struggled to stay quiet as he looked over your engine, not wanting to break his concentration.

"Well-" he opens his mouth to speak, but you're quick to interrupt him before he could even get a word out.

"It's bad isn't it?" you groan, pacing around, hands flailing around, "I dont understand how this could have happened! I haven't missed a single maintenance appointment, I swear! Please, you have to do something, I'll do anything! I really need the car-"

"I was about to say that its an easy fix," he chuckled cutting your rambling short, "But since you already offered to do anything, what about a date?"

You had a lot of these fights in the beginning. While trying to keep you at an arms length, Jason had not treated you the way he was supposed to, often being cold and rude. He thought he kept you safe that way, that you'd see him for who he really was and run for the hills.

He smiles to himself, remembering how flustered you got before agreeing with a shy smile.

Little did he know, you were anything but shy, never afraid to go head to head with him and demand to be treated right, even if he towered over you.

And you did see him. Only you actually did, not the twisted version he had in his mind, but who he was down to his core. You saw how scared he was, how much he needed to be loved. And that's exactly what you did, after sitting him down and ripping him a new one, for acting like a dick.

Jason shakes his head, as he approaches your door. He should not be doing that.

You were gone, he shouldn't be reminiscing, it just hurted him more.

But he can't help it.

Those memories are what remain of you in his mind, he couldn't help but recall them, searching for even a flicker of comfort in them. But that was never the case.

Instead he was reminded about how he'd never see you smile at him like that again, and his already broken heart, would get smash into smithereens all over again.

He didn't know how for long he was standing outside your door, not daring to step in. Afraid of what it would do to him.

He knew it was unhealthy, coming here day after day, but never entering. He should go in and gather your stuff, empty the apartment for someone alive to move in.

So he kept paying your bills three months later, keeping the apartment frozen in time.

But he couldn't bring himself to.

It felt like trying to erase you, move on. Jason didn't want to move on.

He feels his chest tighten at the familiar sight of your living room.

Babs told him that he should go in, at least try to get some closure.

He knows she's right, she usually is. So he takes in a shaky breath, trying to steady his hand as he unlocked the door.

"Jason?" you called as you stepped out your room, trying to put on your earrings, "Why are you not dressed yet?" he heard the click of your heals moving closer to the couch he sat on.

His head immediately turned towards the sound of your voice wanting to answer you, but found him self unable to.

You stood before him looking like a vision in your white dress, hair neatly pulled back. The sun was hitting your face, as you moved towards him, and he could swear heaven was real, because where else could someone like you come from?

You were the first light, to ever grace this world, and he was selfish to keep you away, to call you his. But he couldn't help but keep you close, hold on to your light.

"Jason?" you call again, now standing in front of him, a hand resting on his shoulder. You had this soft expression painted on your face, the same one you always had when you looked at him, the one that made him feel like he was worth something.

He smiles, bringing his hand over yours delicately, as if you'd break if he added any more force, "You are beautiful," he says and curses at himself for not being able to come up with something better. All these romance novels he read going to waste at the sight of you.

"I'm sorry, but an urgent mission came up," his heart breaks at how your smile falls, hating that he was the cause, "I'm really sorry sweetheart."

You chuckle at him, and he could get drunk on the sound, "Thank you love," you go and sit on his lap, throwing your arms around his neck, placing a soft kiss on his lips, palm caressing his cheek.

Cherries. You always wear the same cherry flavoured lipgloss.

After a moment you pull back, tilting your head as you looked at him, "I'd say you clean up well, but you're still in your T-Shirt?" you question, and he lets out a sigh.

You sigh deeply as you stand up, leaving him cold in your absence, "You better make it up to me!" you say pointedly, "This is the third time you had to cancel plans."

He knows. He knows all the times he messed up, even if you don't.

This, however, was not one of them.

He had this whole plan. He'd tell you the Bat called, you'd go out with your sister to have a nice dinner, and then she was gonna ask you to take a walk at the park, where he'd meet you both, under strings of fairy lights.

Jason was excited to get rid of the weight the little box added to his jacket, and sincerely hoped you'd get to bear it on your finger.

But for now he had to appease you.

"I know, I will," he follows your example, tailing you as you head towards the door, to grab your coat, "Give your sister my greetings" he says, holding it up, helping you slide into it.

"I will," you peck his cheek before opening the door, "Love you!"

"Love you, be careful," he calls out, watching your form descend down the hallway.

You turn around and smile at him, "I always am."

You never made it to the park.

There was an attack on the building you were dining on. By the time he got the news, you were lying open on a surgical table.

And by the time the surgery was over, you were gone, and he was left alone, the box in his pocket suddenly weighting a million tons.

He was too late...

He remembers everything about that that day.

He remembers he smell of the hospital, the face of the surgeon when she told him that she's sorry and that you aren't coming back. How the nurse called Bruce to come pick him up, after he spent 2 hours staring at the wall. Bruce's usually stoic face, looking down at him with pity.

He does however remember clearly how he got out of his bed and sneaked out of the manor, determined to avenge your death...

How he couldn't stop crying the whole night, the pain that seeped through his bones without any signs of stopping when he thought of what happened.

The following days however had formed into a mush, and he didn't know when one began and the other ended.

Dick told him that he didn't speak to anyone for days, locking himself in his room. He told him that he could hear him scream your name in the dead of the night.

He couldn't recall that. Or atleast he didn't want to.

He remembers stalking the Iceberg Lounge, waiting for Penguin to come out. He remembers his brother appearing out of thin air, reminding him that you wouldn't want him to go down this path.

He exhales as moves around the house, forcing the memories out of his mind, staring at the framed pictures you had. Some with your friends, some with your family, some with him.

He remembers crying on Dicks shoulder, not able to take it anymore.

He couldn't look at them, you couldn't bear the memories.

Still, his feet seemed to come to a halt where he knew a particular picture hang. He looks at it, trying to hold the tears in desperately.

It was a polaroid picture of him lying on your bed shirtless. He thought it was the ugliest photograph you've ever taken, but still picks it up.

"Why would you even want to take a picture of me?" he asked you not really understanding.

He was ugly. He knew that. All the scars on his body only proved it further. He can't understand why you would waste perfectly good film on him.

"Shush," you motion over him, legs straddling his waist, "Stay still!" you command but he still reaches up to grab the camera, just to be met by your hand pushing him down.

He knew that, practically, he could easily escape this predicament, but something about the position you were both in and your gaze left him unable too.

It was dangerous how much of an effect you had on him.

"Must there be a reason?" you ask, trying to get a good angle, "Can't I just take a picture of my very handsome, very hot boyfriend?" he sees you smirking behind the camera.

He remembers how fast the heat crept up his face, and how he immediately turned his head away from you trying to hide it. That was then you snapped it.

He hated that you had proof of him being flustered, but you always claimed it to be your favourite photograph of him.

He didn't understand still. But he trusted your words.

He quickly puts it back to its place, not wanting to disturb the house. Wanting it to be exactly as you left it. Even though coasters were scattered on the living room table, and the plates you had used to eat lunch, still on the drying rack. Even though the toothpaste didn't have its cup on, and the shampoo you always used was left open.

This way you were still alive. Still living in this house. Still in his life.

A single tear fell on Jason's cheek, and he made no motion to wipe it. You had made him promise, that as long as he was in here, he wouldn't have to hide behind a mask, he wouldn't have to be Red Hood, the tough vigilante, just Jason Todd, your boyfriend.

It feel like he'd been going back on his promise if he wiped it away. So he left the tear dry and headed towards your bedroom.

The moment he stepped in he could immediately smell the perfume you had chosen to wear that day. He didn't know how, but it still seemed to linger. Or maybe that was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Not daring to look around, already feeling his throat tighten up, he made a beeline for your bed, immediately letting himself fall down, engulfed by the familiar scent of your bedsheets.

He could hear you scold him for being on the bed with outside clothes on.

"That's disgusting!" you exclaim as he let a sigh of relief when his back hit the mattress, immediately closing his eyes "You'll get grease on the sheets!" you stood in front of him hands on your hips, glaring down at him

He cracks one eye open ,"Ill just change the sheets then" he mumbles, but you had different plans for him.

"Or maybe... go change," you say grabbing his wrist, with every intention to drag him in to the shower and out of your bed.

But he suddenly tugs his arm back, and with a yelp, you go tumbling down on top of him.

"But I'm so comfortable," he sighs, wrapping his arms around you like a blanket, pressing his face into your shoulder with a dramatic groan.

You struggled, trying to get out of his embrace, but he only held you tighter, "It's not funny!" you whined, "Let me go, you're literally covered in sweat and garage funk."

"No can't do, you're a hostage now."

You struggle, trying to wiggle free, but he only tightens his grip with a smirk.

"Resistance is futile," he murmurs.

"I hate you so much," you mumble giving up, knowing this is a war lost.

"I'll love you more," he says, a grin creeping up his face, at the feeling of you smiling against his shirt.

A small sob broke though his lips as a laugh at the memory.

But the one became many, and the sobs became wails as he laid on the bed, facing the ceiling. He couldn't breathe properly, hyperventilating, but still did nothing to stop it, to calm himself.

He just laid there. Crying, remembering all the promises he made to you under the same covers he was staining with his tears, all the dreams he had for you both.

How you would get married in a beautiful chapel, and he'd cry when you'd walk down the isle. How you'd move out to the country, away from Gotham. Away from villains and vigilantes, away from danger. How you'd have kids, and they'd have his eyes and your smile, how you'd make sure they knew they were loved. How you'd invite your families over once a month, and you'd have this huge meal, filled with laughter. How he'd help you clean after, but you would end up getting nothing done, preferring to dance to no music as your kids giggled in the background thinking you couldn't hear them.

How you'd grow old together.

How he'd go first because he couldn't imagine living without you.

But none of that would happen. He was alive, and he had to learn how to live without you. He had to learn how to move on.

You would have wanted that for him. You would have wanted him to be happy, to find someone else. To live his life.

But he couldn't, not when you were not by his side, not when he knew you lied six feet under, in a flower decorated grave.

Everything around him reminded him of you. Of your smile and your laugh, how you'd hold him when the nightmares appeared, how you promised to always be there.

You haunted him, and he didn't want you to stop. He didn't want to recover...

So he just cried until all his tears dried up, and he laid on your bed closing his eyes, pretending he cpuld feel your warmth next to him, until exhaustion took him into it's sweet embrace.

At least that way he'd be able to see you smile at him again. He could feel the weight of your head on his chest, and the caress of your fingers against his scars. Hear your voice telling him you loved him, even if for the last time...

[vigolicious]

helaena targaryen x sister! Targaryen g!p reader

Reader pov:

I was in my room in kingslanding masturbating, why didnt i go to the whore house? I was not in the mood to be fucking a whore while everyone is outside fucking as well, i just want a quiet place to pleasure myself. I am wearing a sleeping tunic and pants of the same quality as the top so its covering a little of my feet and hands, my cock is huge and girthy as well thats why im proud that i got the biggest out of all my brothers and even father.

I was just pleasuring myself while thinking about a whore's pussy wrapping my cock when someone is knocking my door and coming in, i didnt have the time to cover myself, just staring wide-eyed at helaena my little sister, who was staring at my cock being wrapped by my hand. "Helaena its not what it looks like" while covering my self with a duvet, helaena closed the door, afraid someone might see us, it was after dinner time, while everyone has guards outside their door, i unfortunately have none because my father and brother aegon got them all, with my father being the king, and aegon being the heir, they got a little overboard with protecting them selves and forgot about giving me some which is fine for my part because my room is secluded and in the other side of the building in the red keep, by the way i chose that to happen.

Helaena is just staring at me and my crotch that is covered with a duvet and walked closer to me and sitted at the side of the bed, "is it painful?" She questioned, "what?" "Is it painful? Your uhmmm" and then she pointed at my crotch, "uhhh yes it is painful, i just want pain to go away thats all" i just went with what she is saying because she is still young to know about this type of stuff.

"Can i see it?" She asked and my cock twitched and leaking with my precum, "what? No helaena im fine" "please sister youre in pain" she pleaded and i had no choice but to comply and removed the duvet, she gasped because my cock is so red and the veins prominent, its like its angry, but to her its looks painful, "gods why didnt you call for help? She questioned, "no helaena this is something that a maestar should not be healing" "but why?" "Because its my responsibility to heal it" i said, "then let me help sister" "no"

"please let me help sister, i cant help seeing you in such pain" she pleaded, "ok fine, helaena" i finally accept, then she wrapped her hand in my cock, i jumped, her hand is cold, "sister!? Are you alright?" "Im fine helaena" "then what can i do sister?" She questioned while staring at her hand holding my cock, her hand can barely wrap around my cock.

"Just motion your hand up and down" and  then she obeyed, her hands are so soft i cant help but to curse, "7 hells" staring at her hand then looking at her, " you can wrap your other hand too" she followed what i said, i moaned, "dont worry sister, i will make the pain go away" "please helaena" i pleaded to her, but then i got a plan, "helaena is not working" "then what should we do sister?" "Wrap your mouth around my cock" "why use my mouth?" "Please helaena, it hurts like 7 hells" i lied, "o-ok sister" then she put her face closer to my cock, almost covering her face, my cock twitched at the sight, and leaked with precum, the precum then leaked in her lips and she licked it, "what is this sister?" Then swiped the precum off the tip, then played with it, "thats called a precum sister, it is coming out because of the pain, please hurry helaena," but she hesitated then kitten licked the head, i moaned, then she put my cock inside her mouth, "shit" i put my hand at her hair and carresed it. But she spitted my cock out, then while looking at me she put my cock inside her mouth again, my cock twitched then leaked more precum, " lick the head, helaena" she followed and licked my head, i moaned, "then motion your head up and down" she obeyed, fuck it was so good, she was clumsy but i will teach her how to pleasure me, i carresed her hair then pushed her head down further my cock, she was choking but its all part of her lesson, then i guide her head to pleasure my cock.

Then i pushed her head further down my cock again, she choked then tapped her hand on my thigh, i let go her head, and she unwrapped her mouth off my cock her saliva connecting to my cock, i held my cock and tapped on her lips a couple of times then i held her head then resumed her pleasuring me, her choking on my cock is the only sound in my room and i fucking loved it, then i grabbed her other hand that is resting in my thigh put it in my cock base to wrap it then motion it up and down, she obeyed. Then i made her head stay still then i fucked her mouth, in a medium pace, for 5 minutes, then i stopped fucking her mouth, i want to claim her now, "helaena its not working" my cock looks like its bursting any moment now, "what do we do sister" she said breathless and then wiped her mouth with her handkerchief. "The only solution now is to fuck someone" i said, "then let me call a maid" "wait i dont want everyone to know helaena." "Then what so we do?" "Let me fuck you helaena" "what!? Sister no" "why cant you help me?" "Because im betrothed to aegon sister" "no one has to know" she hesitated, "please helaena it hurts so bad, my cock is about to burst" "ok sister" she accepts" "thank you helaena" i was relieved but inside i was smirking, now im gonna claim helaena in my chambers, "then let me remove your dress sweetling", she paused because its been so long since i had called her that nickname.

Then i stood up my cock standing proud then walked behind her to untie the dress lace, when the dress is removed, i also removed her undergarments, then i kiss her neck, back, then check. Then i let her lay down in my bed, i removed my sleeping tunic and pants infront of her then i spread her legs, she resisted a little but with a kiss to her thigh she opened. Then i placed myself between her thighs then i kissed her forehead, both her eyelids, chin and then her lips, we kissed then i put my tongue in her mouth, now were kissing with tounge while i grind my cock at her pussy to make it wet, i teased her clit with my cockhead, then we stopped kissing, i groped her breast then licked and sucked them for a minute, then i kissed downwards and licked her clit, she moaned, "sister do that again its so good."

Then i spread her pink pussy, then spitted on it then tounge fuck her for a minute, she was about to cum but i stopped. I stood up then pressed my cock to her pussy, then pushed, she moaned, i pushed the tip inside then thrust slowly, just fucking her with my tip, then slowly pushed an inch inside, then another, and another, and finally my whole is inside her pussy, her maiden blood coating my cock and the sheets, i let her adjust to my size, then i fucked her slowly at first then i pistoned away, "AHH, AH, AH, SISTER S-SLOW DOWN?!" She said while her arms are around my neck, i kissed her and her neck while teasing her clit with my thumb. I was fucking for about 3 minutes, "s-sister, please stop i-i think im peeing" i didnt stop just continued to fuck her, to make her pussy remember my cock, and when aegon beds her, he will never pleasure her with his little boy of a cock, the bed rocks along with my thrust and then she cummed, while i continued to thrust away not making rest, i need put my seed in her fertile womb, i need to claim her, "s-ister, stop it hurts", "wait sweetling, i need to cum" for about 10 minutes using her pussy for my pleasure, and her cumming multiple times, we came together, me inside her, while she is creaming around my cock.

We were panting, only our breathing can be heard in my chambers, i kissed her gently in her forehead, and her lips, i turned us around with her being on top of me while not pulling out my cock, i dont want to waste my seed, then we fell asleep.

[ktjislove1119]

(๑>؂•̀๑) how they act when they're drunk

pairing : p1harmony x male reader

rating : fluffy and comedy bc im funny <3

requested : yes !!! thank u for ur request <3 plss dont b afraid to send me some more, no matter who or if its ot6 (it just might take me a thousand years...) i love getting requests sm hehe

warnings : obvs mention of alcohol and being intoxicated

ᯓᡣ𐭩 yoon keeho

i see keeho as an EMOTIONAL DRUNK, like incredibly vocal about everything he is feeling at all times. he acts just like an incredibly clingy, emotional drunk that won’t get off of you. we already know how touchy he is when hes sober (rip jiung LMAO), imagine that when he’s 1. super sensitive 2. constantly wanting to feel love from you, his boyfriend, and 3. incredibly vocal about everything but especially — wanting to physical touch from you. you’d probably have to reason with him for twenty minutes why you need to leave him for twenty seconds just to piss.

“kyo, i need to pee so bad, i don’t think you get it,”

“no! you don’t get how, if you leave me here, i’ll die. i’ll seriously die. i think i’ll stop breathing or something.”

“that won’t happen.”

“you won’t know that for sure until it happens — and then what?!”

you eventually have to settle for bringing him into the bathroom where he has the right mind to just stand in the corner in silence while you do your business. it’s a really funny sight, his head hanging low and an obvious pout on his lips.

“i feel like” is the beginning of a lot of his sentences where he proceeds to explain everything he is feeling about everything in grand detail. it’s a cute thing he does, but sometimes you do have to cut him off because he has zero filter and could possibly end up offending someone (”i feel like that girl’s boyfriend right across the couch from us, that’s staring right at us, with the really ugly outfit is really, really, ugl-” “oh! wow, shouldn’t you be drinking some more water, kyo? hahah…”)

he apologizes several times throughout the night for being so bothersome, but really, it’s not that big of a deal. just because you have to listen to him ramble for a little longer than usual and sometimes choose your words more carefully, but it really isn’t as if it’s the end of the world. just be sure to reassure him at the end of the night that you didn’t mind keeping him company and stuff and he’ll be a happy man.

“i’m sorry for being so much when i’m drunk…and always saying i won’t get drunk like this again,” he whispers softly, his hand playing with your fingers as your sat in the now quiet living space. you retract your hand from his, moving it to play with his loose strands of hair.

“it’s okay, i don’t really mind, y’know? i’ll always be here,” your smile melts his heart and for some reason he starts crying.

“i just love you so much and i don’t know what i did to deserve you, you’re the perfect boyfriend and i’m just here crying, i’m sorry,” his sobs get progressively louder and it takes everything in you to not chuckle at his abnormally emotional self. you just comfort him, whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he properly calms down into an eventual nap.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 choi taeyang

i think theo is the type of drunk to either go COMPLETELY SILENT or COMPLETELY YAP someone’s ear off. he already has so much to say when he’s sober (he’s so funny i love him), so when he’s drunk, that either gets amplified to a million or completely shut down. the night could look like you constantly asking him if he’s okay as he stares off into the void or you having to constantly stop him from causing a really messy altercation with his unfiltered opinions. he acts like a complete prince to you, though, trust he will bat his eyes all pretty and pretend as if he didn’t just insult a person to filth right in front of you.

on the nights where he goes silent, you have to constantly just nudge him and ask if he’s okay. he looks up at you with wide, blank and slowly nods his head, which makes you reiterate your question, and he does the same thing. it’s a little bit scary how quiet and to himself he gets, but at least you don’t have worry about him bouncing off the walls idk. if he ever needs help with something or just wants your attention, he will just tug on you or your clothes, literally being silent the entire time.

feeling a lazy hand pull on yours, you turn to taeyang and raise your brows in question. he motions over to the bottle of water in his hands (that he had gotten himself when you weren’t looking) and makes a twisting motion with his freehand. obviously, you comply, opening the water bottle for him and handing it over without question.

“you feeling okay?” you ask softly, sitting next to him and brushing his hair aside. he nods after gulping down the water, leaning against your shoulder and taking a deep breath. he’s so mellowed out like this that he falls asleep on your shoulder and stays like that until he wakes. he goes to sleep thankful that he has such a patient boyfriend and a smile on his face, his hand reaching for and holding yours before he knocks out.

on the other hand, if you’re dealing with the loud and chaotic taeyang, i wish you all the best…this man is a straight menace. there is a high chance he could end up pissing off the wrong person at some point of the night and you need to drag him out of a situation before it gets really bad. he’s a very straightforward man, obviously, but when he’s sober he has a filter most of the time and knows the right time and place. when he’s drunk, that differentiation he has for that goes out the window.

“why did you wear those pants and shirt, they’re ugly together.” he says frankly to a drunk keeho, whose face scrunches up at the blatant insult and looks as if he is about to cry, which taeyang then eggs on, “wait don’t cry, that’d be really sad if the reason you were to cry is because of your own decision,”

“taeyang, enough! oh my god,” you say, pulling him away from the keeho who was now curled up on the floor and clutching his clothes.

“oh, hi, baby,” he grins and throws an arm around your shoulder, dragging you down immensely with his weight, “i didn’t see you there,” a cheesy line he says almost every time he’s drunk, “do you like my outfit today? i chose it with you in mind,” he blows you a kiss and you have to hold yourself back from smooshing his face with your hand.

“just shh, please, before you say something so cheesy-”

“woah! that girl’s boyfriend is really ugly! should we help her? do you think he’s holding her hostage?!” his loud, booming voice fills the room and it takes everything in you to not abandon him there to fend for himself.

immediately, you bow to the couple and say quick apologies and move to hopefully move taeyang away from the scene. but he just puts more gasoline on the fire by kindly saying, “miss, do you need help? put the number three up if that strange man is bothering you!”

“taeyang, please, shut up!”

ᯓᡣ𐭩 choi jiung

oh my god jiung gets really PHILOSOPHICAL, like really philosophical. and he gets a little sappy, but most of the time he reels it in before he gets overly emotional. out of nowhere, he’ll ask you the most complex moral questions or things about the universe and fate and stuff like that, then immediately follow it up with, “oh, well, whatever :D” as if he didn’t just make you rethink your life choices. but it ends up being a sweet behavior of his because it somehow ends with him bashfully praising you and being explicitly very thankful for the relationship the two of you have.

“i read somewhere,” he starts and you knew that you were in for a rough one, “that some people believe that they’re connected with their soulmate through an invisible red string. have you ever heard of that?”

“i have,”

“do you believe in it?”

“…i don’t know, that’s a really complex subject — fate and stuff,”

he shrugs, looking onward at seemingly nothing, “i don’t think it’s that believable but then i think about us and i start to believe in stuff like that,” there’s a long pause before he says, “but also, i think fate isn’t completely responsible for us meeting. i don’t know how to explain it, but i don’t want to give all the credit of our relationship to something like fate — i feel like we’re more than that, y’know?”

his question leaves you contemplating everything about your relationship, trying to think like jiung and imagine.

“if people believe that there is a string connecting them to their soulmate, they probably would leave everything up to fate and not actively search for their soulmate, right? i don’t think that was the case with me — well, i wasn’t always trying to find someone for me, but i don’t…hm, i don’t know how to word it. what do you think?”

“i think…” there’s silence as you think about how to formulate your words, settling on, “i just know i love you, jiung, it shouldn’t be that complicated.”

he processes your words for a couple of seconds before laughing as if you had said the funniest thing in the world. the type of laugh that makes him drop his jaw and release gasps for air from how hard he was laughing. his hand was now holding yours and he’s squeezing as if his life depends on it.

“you’re right,” he manages in between gasps of air, “you’re right. i love you too, that’s enough,” he drops his head into your shoulder where he hums in content, “yes, i should just think about how lucky i am to even have you — no matter how it happened or what the chances were because that doesn’t matter now. what matters now is that we are now together,” he links your pinkies together, grinning wide like a child, “i love it, how we’re so connected.”

“by that string you were talking about?” you tease, making him shake his head.

“no, just how we work together and how you love me and how i love you,”

his heartfelt words and unusually very sincere considering his current state, but you accept them with a genuine smile and knocking of his forehead against yours. a drunk man’s words are his sober thoughts, or however the saying goes.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 hwang intak

intak…he’s so funny bruh. he’s an ENTERTAINER drunk, the party guy that ends up getting all the attention, but really that wasn’t his end goal. he’s definitely the type to pretend to want all the attention on him, but really he just wants to impress you…even though you’re already dating…he wants to be the only one you look at and will put on a show in order for that to happen.

someone was urgently calling your name, following it up with your boyfriends and something about the pool. obviously, concerned for his safety, you drop everything and rush to the backyard where the pool was.

“oh, there he is,” intak cheers, walking over and picking you up with his strong arms, “i was wondering where my baby was,” he’s sloppily kissing your cheek after that comment and grinning ear to ear the entire time.

“what’s going on? are you alright?” you ask, immediately concerned for his health.

“i’m fine, are you okay?” he shoots back, tilting his head to the side with a pout, “you feel good?”

“i feel great, but someone said something about you and a pool so i came running as soon as i heard,” you explained, taking in the scene and realizing that there were now people eagerly awaiting something.

“oh! that’s nothing!” he cheerfully says, booping your nose with his finger, “mr. worry over here, huh? that shows how much you love me, y’know?” he begins dragging you off to go inside, but someone from the surrounding crowd shouts.

“wait, intak!! you said you’d hold your breath underwater for two minutes! come on, man, i already bet money that you’d be able to!!”

intak grins ear to ear, not at all bothered by the person shouting, “oh! i’m not doing that anymore, sorrryyy!!” his apology is elongated with his voice dragging out the last syllable.

“what?! you can’t do that!”

“i just did — pfttt!” he sticks his tongue out and blows a raspberry before completely dragging you inside and into the house, “babe, wanna watch me stuff three cupcakes in my mouth?” he curiously asks, which you obviously deny in fear of his wellbeing (three cupcakes? he’d definitely choke on them and you were not aware of how to do the Heimlich maneuver).

“no, it’s okay intak,” you politely decline, making your way to the icebox that hopefully has spare waterbottles.

“did you know i could drink an entire water bottle in under seven seconds? here, let me show you-”

“no, no, it’s okay intak,” you repeat, grabbing his hand that was reaching for the bottle and putting it back to his side, “just drink the water normally okay?”

his eyes are just full of so much love, slightly tinged red, with his naturally red blushing cheeks and he obediently nods yes.

“yesss, sirrr!” he chants, going to drink the water at a normal pace.

after sitting down for a couple of seconds, you begin scanning the room for any free space you two could occupy. but intak interprets it as you losing interest in him so he says something drastic to get your attention again, “wanna see me do a backflip off the counter? i finally learned how to! (he did not.)”

“no, it’s okay, intak,” you repeat once more, smoothing out his hair and smiling softly at him. “how about i watch you get comfortable on the couch over there where you can take a breather?”

“well, as long as you watch me,” he agrees, a carefree smile on his face as he lets you guide him to the couch.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 haku shota

shota just likes sticking by your side when he’s drunk, a SILENT CLINGY drunk. hes an introverted extrovert so he only really wants to be near someone that he feels completely comfortable with, which at the top of that list would be you. he hangs by your side, almost completely silent. and when he isn’t silent, it’s the quietest random noises that he makes to get your attention.

“do you want some more water?” you ask your boyfriend, noticing that he was now nursing an empty water bottle. his big dark eyes look up at you and he nods his head in confirmation. you stand up to get the beverage and he follows suit, shooting up out of his sitting position and clinging to your arm as you navigate through the crowd.

it’s funny too because when he’s drunk he has a really weird and unexplainable possessive streak??? he is still silent when showing that possessiveness, so it really just looks and sounds like a jealous puppy that is following you around and trying to keep as many strangers away from you as possible. it’s cute since its incredibly harmless and it doesn’t warner any scolding or quick apologies from you whenever he does show any territorial behavior, instead you just look at his cute annoyed expression and appease him.

on the way to get his water, there was someone in the crowd that had recognized you and wanted to catch up. not seeing a problem with that, because there really isn’t any in the first place, you obliged and began chatting with them. it was a friendly convo, the person even greeting the silent shota by your side, but the man didn’t acknowledge them. after explaining how your boyfriend was a little out of it due to his intoxication, the person nodded in understanding. and shota thought that that would be the end of it…to his immense displeasure, the person didn’t leave you guys alone. and he was starting to feel more and more annoyed at their presence. he wrapped his hand around yours and squeezed tight enough that it got your attention. finally having your eyes on him, he batted his eyes at you innocently and motioned over to the empty water bottle you were still holding. remembering why you had even gotten up in the first place, you excuse yourself and soul from the conversation, which made smile in accomplishment.

“thank you,” he quietly whispers after accepting the water from you, leaning in for a soft kiss. you smile at his gentle behavior, immediately kissing back and then pulling away to let him drink some. he eagerly looks around like a lost puppy, as if he’s trying to find something. and just as you’re about to question him, he puts his head down in defeat and simply drinks.

“what was that?” you chuckle, bringing him in closer and smiling at his now slightly wet lips and sparkling eyes.

“nothing,” he says, leaning in for several more pecks in a row — which you obviously comply to. his clingy behavior and craving for your lips against his doesn’t falter at all through the night, but no one is complaining.

(he was trying to see if the person that was “bothering” you two earlier had seen the two of you be all lovey-dovey, but he couldn’t find them in the crowd)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 kim jongseob

jongseob is so funny when he’s drunk in the sense he’s a YAPPING and CLINGY mess, but SHYYY at the same time. at the beginning of the night, it isn’t that bad, to be honest. he’s capable of taking care of himself and standing on his own (literally and figuratively lmao) and even engaging in coherent conversation with others, but after a while he just wants to talk to you. yes, he’s still talking (probably about anything and everything too), but he just wants to stick by your side. oh, he’s also a really big blushing mess — acting like you guys are in middle school all over again and it's your first day as an officla couple, sometimes forgets you guys are actually dating and it’s not just a one sided crush (poor seobie lmao)

you and jongseob were sitting on the sidelines of the party. close enough that your legs were touching each others, but definitely not super cuddly on top of each other. your boyfriend was talking on and on about a vast variety of topics, sounding as if he was speaking in tongue twisters, but you really were trying your hardest to keep up. you were looking forward, but after hearing him stutter over his words a little, you turned to look towards him.

unsurprisingly, his eyes were already watching you and when you made eye contact he ducked his head down and began fiddling with his fingers. it was adorable, but it made you confused because ? did you have something on your face? or was he just not feeling good because the alcohol was catching up to him.

“you alright, babe?” his cheeks go ablaze at the pet name, but he aggressively nods his head to prove that he was fine.

“you wanna keep telling me about the progress of your island in animal crossing, then? i was really invested, y’know?” you grin and scoot closer to him, putting your arm around his seat and getting more comfortable.

“you were listening?” he asks quietly, hyper aware that your bodies were now much closer and you were leaning into him.

“of course i was, seob,” you answer easily, sighing in content. jongseob shyly holds your hand and moves closer to you, his face feeling as if it were going to explode from how hard he was blushing. he’s acting as if you haven’t been dating for the longest time.

give the two of you ten minutes uninterrupted and you’ll find jongseob shamelessly holding you close as he mutters mindless nothings as a way of staying awake. you offer several times to just go home, but he stubbornly argues that you two are too comfortable too move.

“i really like your eyes,” he says, studying your face and then pursing his lips, “but your nose is also really nice…and your lips, even your ears…unfair,” he sighs, dropping his head to rest on the couch cushion to his left as he faces you head on. you laugh at what seems to be a very serious dilemma for him, running your hand up and down his arm.

“what are you talking about, seob? you’re the prettiest guy i know, much prettier and more handsome than me,” you compliment to lift his spirits, but obviously all the sincerity is still there, “especially your smile,”

he buries his head into the cushion and you swear you hear him scream (?), but the music surrounding you guys could be making you delusional (you’re not he really did scream).

your boyfriend continues being a shy mess for as long as he’s drunk then begs for you to forget everything he said and how he acted when he’s sobered up because he’s so embarrassed.

[calliesmemes]

IN-CHARACTER QUOTES FROM DISCORD

UNHINGED SENTENCE STARTERS FEATURING THINGS SAID BY MYSELF AND MY FRIENDS WHILE WRITING AS OUR MUSES IN A CRACK-BASED NONCANON GROUP CHAT. This post is dedicated to Em, Liz, Tanny, Nellie, Mel, Ange, and everyone else in the server who recognizes these quotes — you know who you are 😈

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

“   Have you forgotten that you should not steal someone’s property? ”

“   I could slap that smug look off his face right now! ”

“   Your ears are a lie. ”

“   Woah woah that's - that's a bad word. ”

“   I don’t know if it’s allowed and quite frankly I don’t care. Fuck the rules. ”

“   Time for gremlin activities! ”

“   I hate this man. Let's prank him. ”

“   We are all going on strike today I swear ”

“   Looks like I need to invest in a kid leash. ”

“   DONT BE COWARDS!! JOIN THE STRIKE!! ”

“   I support her saying what needs to be said! I am done with the silencing of women!!!! ”

“   I like the dramatics. ”

“   I did not ask for a second opinion. ”

“   You seem to be doing a great job at being a nuisance. ”

“   NO BITING MY EMPLOYEES! ”

“   do you want me to bring you cheese? ”

“   Next move, start chewing on the door frames ”

“   I like crumbs. They are like a little midnight snack in my bed at night. ”

“   if he wants to be a worm, LET HIM BE A WORM ”

“   the rest of you suck my toe ”

“   To be fair I am simply vibing. ”

“   I am going to commit a war crime! ”

“   I am manifesting being happy. ”

“   Am I gonna talk shit WITH you guys? because im down to talk shit about pretty much anyone ”

“   Who says? We shall revolt without question. ”

“   Let's just start burning stuff. ”

“   Did you just call me... small? ”

“   Can I convert you with my kazoo propaganda? ”

“   We were radicalised by The Little Mermaid. ”

“   Penny in the swear jar, now. ”

“   My last words are, bros before hoes. ”

“   The old men are trying to be trendy. ”

“   I can do whatever I want too! ”

“   Can we go one day without an interruption from an American? ”

“   I am so sorry. He enjoys conflict. ”

“   Why is he so tall? ”

“   For legal reasons, kids, that's a joke. ”

“   Would you like to fight the adults? ”

“   You're not meant to bite people, it's frowned upon. ”

“   He’s a fun killer, don't listen to him! ”

“   Ow! Stop kicking me! ”

“   I have quite literally begged you not to kick, hit, or bite today. ”

“   BUT I thought we were buds, pals, amigos, chums, friends. ”

“   Oh shiiiii someone’s in trouble ”

“   How much caffeine have you had in the last hour? ”

“   I'll be honest they wouldn't be so bad if they didn't speak. ”

“   Is this goof meant to be dead or what? ”

“   I am a witch. ”

“   This one reeks of self confidence when he clearly doesn't think before opening his mouth. ”

“  I call bullshit on that rule! ”

“   The point is I have a cane and I’m not afraid to use it. ”

“   If you slap me, I’ll cane you. ”

“   Yippee for women. ”

“   FUCK THE PATRIARCHY ”

“   Sorry for being British. ”

“   Oi who's playing that ominous music? ”

“   I'm strong because I eat carrots. Oh wait or is that to see in the dark.... it's for something. ”

“   I will say sorry when i'm caught, don't you worry. ”

“   AND YOU CALLED ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE! ”

“   ... He's done for. Broken beyond repair. Someone play Taylor Swift. ”

“   Please refrain from punching one another. ”

“   He is becoming one with the spider I believe. ”

“   If anybody asks I will say I made you, then you will not get in trouble! ”

“   Can I be a girlboss too? I am not rude to women and I do what i like ”

“   Yippee for patriotism! ”

“   … i could make you guys rat costumes ”

“   Do you think if we started stealing bread we would lose our jobs? ”

“   why do British people ”

“   … you all need therapy. ”

“   Do you ever feel if you breathe the wrong way he will bite you? ”

“   I actively avoid whatever this is. ”

“   CARRY ME. ”

“   What if, and hear me out, they both promise not to do it again? ”

“   I wanna steal all his socks. ”

“   My socks were stolen! ”

“   Hey, watch it now. Only I'm allowed to insult me. ”

“   You couldn’t whisper to save your life. It’s pitiful. ”

“   Both of you are insufferable. ”

“   The law is overrated. ”

“   I’m afraid. Miss, you aren’t my type. ”

“   No. I swear on my life. I am being a gentleman ”

“   I support women’s wrongs. ”

“   ONE FOR ALL AND ALL FOR ONE!!! ”

“   GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW ”

“   He bites? Are you .. joking? Please say you're joking. ”

“   If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain ifyou're not into yoga if you have half a brain if you like makin' love at midnight in the dunes on the cape then I'm the love that you've looked for write to me and escape 🎶🎶 ”

[kiruliom]

how to load psds on ibispaint!

this was made with coiners in mind but will work with p much every psd so no worries if you wanna use a base or a sticker pack in a psd file (note, since its important, psd files meant to change the color of an image only load as intended through photoshop and photopea, so youll need either of that for them, not any other drawing programs.)

first of all: where to find files?

honestly, there isnt a clear answer. you can find some for most of them through just seeing if the coiner has linked any. most of them will be linked through file hosting sites, most common is drive or deviant art, but I used catbox for a while then switched to filegarden personally. the user @daybreakthing has took upon solself to turn a lot of more complex flags into psd files, so you can find a lot of them on sols old and current deviantart page (linked in their pinned)

the only downside for deviantart is you HAVE to log in to download the files. it is free however and you dont have to do much else.

for this tut Ill be using the nonhuman x for x flag psd by daybreakthing, (coined by sol as well, on melabea)

^^^ this guy

now onto the actual tutorial:

youre here likely because you already tried it, but its good to go over what not to do, and the results, anyway.

if you try to open it like a regular file, you will get errors, often more than one.

its important to note that psd files, while still considered image files, have no previews (except on drive) so they will look blank or empty. no worries about that, they will load properly.

here is what to do (or what I do, anyway)

go to your gallery, google photos, or another file manager (like just files or an external file manager)

Im using google photos bc my device's gallery wont let me share psd files

select the image, go to 'share', and pick ibispaint. theres a chance it wont pop up in the first screen, so just press the more option.

if ibispaint is not an option, try another image or file manager!

it will ask if you want to convert the file to ipv, select yes!

and thats all!! if all goes well it should be in your gallery when you open ibispaint. keep in mind it may crash once or twice when you first try to open it, just clear your app history cache thing and try again! (ibis paint is held together by duct tape and prayers)

I hope that helps!! if you have questions or problems, never be afraid to ask, I love to help!

tagging @idwl since their anon had a question related to this and I was directed to, to help :3

sorry about the amount of clutter with the red arrow and circles and pixelated stuff, I wanna obscure irrelevant or personal stuff while making sure people dont miss anything important.

[rosecabenson]

after discussing a plan Elliot : Does anyone have any questions? Casey: Is this legal? Elliot : Does anyone have any relevant questions?

Casey, grabbing elliot by the shirt collar: Get me suspended again and I WILL call Kathy-

Elliot: Not helping the gay allegations, Casey- Calling my wife?

Casey: Off topic-and Im not gay, elliot! Dont assu--

Elliot: Casey. Olivia asked you to flush your case down the toilet and plead a girl out and you did it. And you smiled at her after you did it. A man tried to ask you out and I physically saw you cringe.

Casey:...So what the hell is the situation Munch and fin have going on-?! You cannot sit here and tell me that's straight-

Elliot:...Thats a whole other situation we are to afraid to look at- considering fin is VERY knowledgeable about 'Down Lows', AND THEY ARE BOTH VERY DIVORCED-

fin, from across the room, frantic: I JUST KNOW STUFF-!

[iridesky-the-writer]

i never request so plz dont set me ablaze if i mess up- can you do medicine pocket x gn reader just like idk domestic fluff head cannons??? (even tho theyre mean and would probably beat me)

Yo! No worries, I love me some good domestic fluff, especially with the meanies ;0; Anyways, here ya go!

(Trying to make my headcanons more actually "headcanon set-like" than 4chan greentext storytime form shbsnshdhdhdbd 💀)

☆ Barking at the Moon ☆

|| Domestic Medpocket x G/N Reader: Fluffy Headcanons! ||

|| Contains: Swearing (because Medicine Pocket),, mentions of drugs and medication (but nothing serious like addiction, Just Meddy prescribing things),, slightly suggestive content but nothing serious (just a mention of suggestive things!),, potentially inaccurate brief depictions of the biological sciences, MedPoc-typical malpractice 👍🏽, and MedPoc being a blushy fool ||

☆ MedPoc's that kinda partner that isn't afraid to be kind of grumpy around you. It's not a slight against you; it's an act of love.

☆ When they come back from the foundation each day, when they pass through the doorway, they'd instantly make a beeline towards you. You're basically their medicine. And they act like an excited puppy when they see you.

☆ "Hey, you. How's crap going around here? Hope you didn't miss me. How're you, puppy? How're you?"

☆ And then they'd kiss you on your cheeks.

☆ If they're grumpy, they murmur muffled curses under their breath as they run over, cling to you, and start vaguely muttering something about work and ignorant dumbasses who never understand anything. But you're not a dumbass! Not to them! You're their's!! And that's perfect to them.

☆ Every morning they'd wake up and be curled up next to you. Doesn't matter if they fell asleep on the couch last night or not, whatever position they fell asleep in, they probably won't be in the same place when they wake up and instead near you somehow. Don't ask me how. And when they are near you, they usually flop themselves on top of you, all of their weight at once.

☆ They're just like a reeaaal cuddly dog...that's way too big to be a lapdog yet seems convinced they are one.

☆ Oh, forgot to mention! They're always giving you petnames like "puppy" and "fuzzball". Called you bitch at one point for the bit and then never did it again. You decide on whether you're into it or not...

☆ Pocky LOOOVES nuzzling into you. Doesn't matter if it's into your cheek, neck, or stomach. They love hearing you laugh when they rub their nose up against you. After they do it, you can usually hear them chuckle to themselves in sweet satisfaction.

☆ Definitely the type to give you cuddles from behind while you're working and try to distract you with kisses and nuzzles, or by yapping and making you laugh.

☆ "Who ya texting? ...new friend? Do they happen to be interested in investing in a handsome bio researcherrr...?"

☆ Speaking of texts, they'd probably send you pictures of the weird shit that goes on in their lab at work while they're gone, and the ethically questionable shit that they do. Only the funny stuff, though. Like that time they made a whole f1 generation of dogs fluffy puffballs.

☆ Speaking of which, they may or may not try to convince you to let them bring home one of the genetically engineered dogs. Your call on if you're fine with that.

☆ they're awful at sharing like a human being (probably skipped kindergarten (joking)), but they make an exception with you. Usually by sharing bread with you in the morning and tossing you a chunk or two. (They find it hard to express love in a gift giving way, but they do it in their own unique fashion)

☆ Physical is definitely a chief love language of theirs, just next to quality time. Meaning that they really like cuddles, as much as they absolutely loathe admitting it. Then again, when you two are alone together, you're one of the few people that can water them down enough to get some snuggles out of them.

☆ Biting is also a love language of theirs.

☆ Yooouuu'd probably end up coming out of a cuddle session with them with teethmarks on your neck and shoulders. And you're going to have to explain to anyone that happens to spot them that nothing "weird" happened back there. Good luck with that, they'll never stop doing it. It's like it's hardwired into their brain.

☆ Really likes showing you the new medicines and ideas they produce, even if you might not understand them. They adore rambling on about it. They might even try and give you some bio cultures from the lab as souvenirs...uuuh, maybe put those in the closet instead of keeping them out in the open where they can be easily knocked over.

☆ If you get hurt, they'd be the first to suggest something to help or try to care for you, even though they're not a licensed doctor. (Though if you're in your right mind, you probably shouldn't agree if the care involves any physical operation...)

☆ Their favorite place to go out with you is forests and hiking trails. They love running with you, and talking with you, and listening to your ideas. If you're Pocky's partner, then they probably hang on every single word you say. You're brain's an intellectual buffet for them.

☆ They don't look the type, but they love watching sunsets and moonrises with you. It's cheesy, it's dumb. But they like it. And they unashamedly enjoy it.

☆ Sometimes they'd try to make themselves less embarrassed about it by making offhand "cool" comments, though, during those rare occasions when they feel dumb for enjoying those kinda things.

☆ "Man. Moon looks like shit tonight."

☆ Either way, at the end of the day, no matter how much they pull at your cheeks, tease you, make fun of you, or playfully cuff you in the side, they'd send you off to bed with a kiss on the lips--even if they usually can't head to bed with you since they stay up busy with work.

☆ "I love ya, dumbass. Don't get yourself killed when I'm at work tomorrow, 'k?"

Thank you for reading!

Like or reblog if you enjoyed!

[hyunjinswifelol]

study session. h.hj

warnings: weed, getting high, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f!receive), reader wheres skirt, reader is called y/n, reader is also fem mostly, hyunjin wears rings, reader is a teachers pet, use of slut

summary: reader goes to hyunjin to study, knowing hes really smart. they end up getting high together and do interesting things.

“excuse me, do you know which dorm room is uh.. hwang hyunjins dorm?” y/n asked. the front desk lady gave her a weird look. “why do you need to know?” “hes the smartest in my class and i need tutoring lessons” she said. “hes in room 238 on floor 4. be careful, hes not really a good kind of boy” “i-.. okay thanks!” y/n ran to the elevator, trying not to drop everything, including her bag. she pressed floor 4, and hoped he was even in his room. “room 238.. where is it” she questioned herself, wondering the halls. she found it. her heart was racing. she knocked. “y/n?..” “hyunjin!! hi, can you tutor me please? the math is terrible and-“ “you want me to tutor you?” hyunjin asked, sarcastically laughing. she nodded slowly, afraid he’ll turn her down. “is it too much? are you busy? do i need to come another time-“ “no y/n youre fine. i just wasnt expecting you to come to me” hyunjin said, scratching the back of his neck. she nodded again, less worried. he was much taller than her, she just realized. he was about 5’10, and she was about 5’2. hyunjin opened his door more and let her in. “thanks.. im sorry. i didnt mean to bother you or anything” she said, slightly looking down. “hey its okay.. i understand, schools hard you know? dont worry about it” she smiled and nodded. he was really cute she thought. “do you want a drink?” he asked. “sure.. do you have sweet tea?” hyunjin nodded. “oh sorry.. you can set your stuff down on my table and ill get everything ready” hyunjin said, pulling a chair out for her. “thanks, youre really a gentleman” she said, patting his arm. he blushed. “thanks.. i try to help nice to women. i also try to be nice to you, youre the most favorite in the school you know? the teachers love you” “my parents donated a bunch of money to the school, thats the only reason they love me” “youre really kind to them, they probably like that too, respecting teachers is really important” she nodded. he poured her a glass of tea. “do you smoke?” he asked, sitting down infront of her, handing her the tea. her eyes lit up, and went wide. “do i.. smoke?” he nodded. “do you? i have some weed, we can share a joint before we study, it’ll calm your nerves. youre tense honey” she nodded. “ive never done this before hyunjin.. is it okay?” “ofcourse it is, i wouldnt harm you” hyunjin stood up and went to the kitchen. y/n followed him. he went to roll a joint. he was rolling it up and making it a cigarette type to smoke. y/n was staring at his hands the whole time. the veins, the tings, the tendons, his long fingers. she wondered what they felt like inside her. no. she cant think like that. this is her classmate, and possibly new study friend. “your rings are cool” she softly said. “oh thanks! im glad you notic- how did you notice?..” he said. “i was staring” she mumbled, slightly embarrassed. “you were staring st my hands?” he said, genuinely confused. “yeah.. i mean you have nice hands” “thanks.. are you like.. obsessed with my hands?” “no.. i was just staring cause theyre nice. your nail polish is cool too” she smiled. “thanks” he smiled back at her. “okay done. wanna hit first?” “can you?.. i dont know how to do this” she said, looking at the floor embarrassed. “its okay, dont be embarrassed.. i wouldnt expect you to know how to smoke anyways” he said. he took a big hit, then blew out. “when you take a hit, you’ve gotta inhale it, be careful, it’ll make you cough” he handed it to her. “thanks” she said. she hit it, inhaled, choked a little, then blew out. “wow.. i feel weird” “its normal, after a few more puffs youll feel like youre floating, trust me sweetheart” he said. her cheeks got red at the pet name. she never really liked pet names if she’s completely honest, but she feels warm when he calls her pet names. he took another hit, and did it like a pro. she took another hit, but coughed alot. “its okay, youll get the hang of it” hyunjin reassured her. they took turns back and fourth. after a while, y/n felt very high, and very clingy. “hyunjin.. can we watch a movie?” she asked. “arent we supposed to study?”

“fuck studying” she said. his eyes went wide. she just cussed? “i-.. sure hun, what do you wanna watch?” “romance. like.. shrek!” “thats not a romance honey” he said laughing. “dont laugh.. and yes it is” “okay then..” he took her to the living room. he sat down. she was still standing though. “you can sit down you know..” he said smiling, but slightly confused. “can you spread your legs?” she mumbled. he nodded and did so. she sat in between them. he froze completely. “can you scoot back a little? i dont wanna fall off the couch” she looked back at him smiling innocently. he nodded. he scooted back. she layed back to where her back was against his chest. he got the remote and found shrek and started playing it. she hit the joint again. “jinnie i think im getting high.. am i okay?” she said, now being serious. “its normal love, trust me you’ll be okay” she nodded. she got herself comfortable. her head was resting in ghe crook of his neck, her thighs pressed together between his, her back against his chest, and her hands on his thighs. “this is comfy” she whispered. “good. it is” he smiled. her hair smelled really good. his arms were right beside his thighs, and y/n took that as an opportunity to gran then and wrap them around her waist. he looked down at it, and smiled. “hold me” she said. “okay honey” he said, smiling brighter than ever. she held the joint up to his lips and hetook a hit. she took a hit after him. she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. his arms were loosly wrapped around her waist. “hi lovely” he said. she blinked a few times. then smashed her lips on his. he immediately kissed back. his arms tightened around her. she pulled away after a moment. “can we go to your room?” she shyly asked. “what are you wanting to do in there that we cant do in here?” he asked messing woth her soft hair. “can you make me feel good?” she mumbled. hyunjins pants got tight, and she felt that. she was acting so innocent but shes not at the same time, hyunjin loved it. y/n got up and waited for hyunjin to. “right down the hallway lovely” he said, and held her hand softly. she went and sat on his bed, and he closed his door. the only lightin there was a lamp. she stared at him. he stared backat her. “are you sure you want this?” she nodded. “ive never done it before but i want you to be my first hyunjin. please?” she whispered. he nodded. he wanted this as much as she did. hes fucked multiple girls, but none like her. hes always thought that y/n was special and innocent and pretty, but that innocent thought was long gone. hyunjin kissed her, and they started making out. his tounge slid in her mouth, and he bit her bottom lip- making her whine. hyunjin felt his dick get harder. he slowly pushed her down to where she was laying on her back. his hands roamed her body, and she loved it. her mind and his were all fuzzy, most likely from being stoned, but for her it was that and the feeling of his hands all over her. his hand went down to her wet pussy. he broke the kiss. “do you want me to touch you sweetheart?” he asked, teasing her. “yes please” she whined. he rubbed her clothed clit and she moaned. “lets take these panties off okay?” he said, rubbing up and down her thighs. she nodded. he slip them down to her ankles and threw them somewhere across the room. hyunjin rubbed her clit, and it felt even better with her panties off. “you like that? you like my fingers touching you?” “yes- feels s-so good” she moaned out. hyunjin pushed his middle finger in her entrance. she whined and threw her head back on the bed. “you wanna lay down love?” he asked, still fingering her. she nodded. she scooted back to where her back was slightly against the headboard. he crawled in between her legs and he was face to face with her pussy. “can i?” he asked. “please” she whispered. and just like that that, his face was burried in her pussy. his tounge going in and out of her entrance at a fast pace. y/n’s mind was fully blank, only the thought of hyunjin eating her out like a pro. she grabbed his hair.

hyunjin looked up at her. she closed her eyes and whined. hyunjin came up and kissed her, and started fingering her again- but with two fingers. “hyunjin” she moaned. “yes darling? you like it? you like taking my fingers?” he softly said, playing with her hair in his other hand. she nodded and whined. “you look so fucking pretty. a princess getting fucked in that slutty skirt.. my princess getting fucked in her slutty skirt” she moaned. she liked him calling her a slut. “im your slut?” she whispered. “yes darling youre my little slut okay? youre my princess, my slutty princess” he said, fingering her at the fastest pace possible. “hyun- your fingers” y/n moaned out. “my fingers? you like them? they making my princess feel good?” he asked kissing her forehead. “yes they feel so good-your rings they feel” she said before moaning. “they feel good dont they” he said. she nodded. “lets take this little shirt off okay?” he said, pulling her little pink crop top off. she covered her chest. “hey dont cover or be shy my love” he said slowly pulling her arms softly. “here ill take mine off so youre not alone lovely” he said removing his fingers from her pussy. “hyunjin-“ she whined, feeling empty. “i know darling, youll get what you want soon, i promise” he whispered, taking his shirt off and going back down on her again. “you taste like heaven darling” he whispered. he sucked her clit, and she almost screamed. she bucked her hips in his face, practically riding it. “hyunjin im gonna cum- please can i?” she cried. “yes love” he tounge fucked her for a minute and she came right in his mouth. he slurped her juices and came up to kiss her again. she tasted herself. “lets get this slutty skirt off hm?” he said. she nodded, and he ripped it right off. he got off the bed for a minute. he unbuckled his pants and slid them off, as well as his boxers. his cock sprung right out. her eyes went wide in fear. it looked about 9 inches. she was worried it wouldnt fit. “will it fit hyunjin?” she whispered. “yes love, dont worry okay? ill take care of you” he said, laying her down. he aligned his cock with her hole. “im gonna go in slowly okay? squeeze my hand if it hurts” he whispered. he offered his hand and she held it. he pushed in his tip. she squeezed his hand a little. “you okay darling?” he whispered, his thumb carresing her knuckles. she nodded. “you got this” he whispered. he pushed in another 3 inches. he waited a moment and pushed in a few more inches. he still had about 4 more inches to go. so, he went balls deep in her pussy. “youre tight love” he said, smiling at her. “youre big hyunie” she said, eyes welled with tears. “do you want me to move now?” he asked, holding her hand tight. she nodded. he moved about halfway out and pushed back in very slow. he repeated that for a few minutes. “hyun.. faster please” she whispered, eyes shut tight. he hummed an ‘mhm’ and picked up his pace. “shit” he whispered. he went faster now. she moaned his name a few times. “hyunjin faster-“ she said, and then he went at a rapid pace. she moaned even louder than before. “im gonna cum darling, can i cum in you?” he asked. she nodded, tears streaming from her eyes. she felt herself getting closer too. she clenched around him, and then he came. she came a few seconds after him. he layed beside her. she was panting. “you did great love” he said, still holding her hand. sweat was dripping down his neck. she lookrd over at him, and stared at the sweat. she caused that sweat. “lets get cleaned up and head to bed hm?” he said. “im staying here tonight?” she asked. hyunjin stood up and went to grab a towel. “yeah.. if you want to obviously” he said and smiling at her. “can i sleep in here?” she asked, stars in her eyes. “ofcourse lovely” he cleaned themselfs off. she put her underwear and bra on. he put some boxers amd sweatpants on. “hyunjin?” “hm?” “can i borrow a shirt?” “ofcourse, let me get you one” he said. he walked to his closet and found a white t shirt. he handed it to her and kissed her forehead. she smiled and giggled. “what?” he asked.

“you give me butterflies when you kiss my forehead” she said, looking up at him and smiling. “then ill do it more often” he cockily said. she put the shirt on and collapsed on his bed. he layed doen next to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. she rolled over and shoved her face in his chest. “you smell good” she mumbled. “do i?” “mhm” he smiled. he kissed her forehead. “goodnight darling” he said. “goodnight jinnie” “love you” “love you too” she smiled. her face was in his neck and her arms were around his neck, while his was around her waist. they both eventually fell asleep.

[chaoticsomeone]

Heartrender!Reader x The Spiderverse Characters

Headcanon

(Im new a writing so i'm giving this a shot)

| Heartrenders have the ability to manipulate the body. They can snatch the air from your lungs, slow your pulse until you fall into a coma, or even literally crush your heart—all from a distance |

Seeing/when told that you put a villain into a coma

Miles, Miles 42, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr, Miguel, Jessica, Lyla?

Miles Morales

Doesn't know whether or not he should be afraid or amazed. (Hes more amazed than afraid)

Immediately asks alot of questions

"So can you actually just murder someone in a second?"

"Can you hear/feel people's heartbeats?"

You told him yes to both of that questions and he just goes "That's amazing. How did you get your powers. I mean we spiderpeople get bit by spiders but what about you?"

"I'm born with it" you said smiling

More wows

He continues asking about it again but now 'scientifically'

(Miles x Gwen) Asks you if you can find out whether or not gwen likes him

(Romantic you x him) Asking you out buy bringing you to a science museum

(Platonic) He got tickets to a science museum for you and the crew

You showed him and the others that you can manipulate a heart on display to move

(Romantic) melts and heart speeding everytime you impress him even though he knows you can sense it

Miles Morales (Earth-42)

(Romantically) Fell in love with you the moment you walked into his dimension with the spidercrew even though he doesnt know anything about you

Think its cool that you're a heartrender

Asks you to slow down the other miles's pulse

He tells you he ships the other Miles and Gwen

Asks you to make them both blush and get a higher heart rate near each other

You both laugh together

Thinks you're the coolest person he has met when Hobie tells him how you put someone into a coma so easily

Asks you 2-3 questions but thats it

Will actually ask you politely to come with him on one patrol to help him put his enemies into a coma for a few months so he could take a leave and break

Gwen Stacy

First time you told her she asks you to knockout a villain just for jokes

When you actually did she was shocked and a little bit afraid

When you told her you 'accidentally' put them into a coma she was like "Wow"

(If platonic)Secretly annoyed that Jess didn't adopt her too because she wants to be your sister

(Romantic) Has a crush on you but is wary so that you dont detect her heart rate

Shes just listening closely to miles basically interviewing you

At one point asking you to help her at a science fair when shes teaming up with Miles to perform a trick on people

The trick being making them pass out for a second then bringing them back

Hobie Brown (Im sorry idk much abt him)

Says smth along the lines of "cool, try doing it to Pav and bring him back out of it"

After this he asks you to come to his universe to give the people he dislikes a heart attack.

A painful one

Proud of the science fair you and Miles did

Pavitr Prabhakar

Same reaction as Miles

Continues asking stuff with miles

Like "So you can actually know if someone has a crush on you?"

Becomes happy when you say yes

Asks you to come with him to meet Gayatri

At the end of the three of you meeting he asks you if you felt Gayatri or his heart beating up

Blushes and becomes giddy when you tell him both of them has a high heart rate near eachother

(Platonic)Eventually becomes best friends in crime and inseperable

(Romantic) both him and Gayatri became close with you and asks you to date them(?)

Miguel O'hara

Wary of you

Asks Lyla to watch over you during missions

Keeps a close eye of you to make sure you don't distrupt Cannon because you aren't a spiderman

When Jess recruited you he wasn't happy

Gave you a long speech when he learned that you put someone into a coma

Told you about dont do that or that or this when it is this that just to make sure you dont disturb cannon

Warms up to you eventually

Keeps you close to help him calm down sometimes

Jessica Drew

Recruited you even though you aren't a spider

Trained you to do combat outside of your powers

Genuinely adopts you

Looks out for you

Defends you against Miguel any day

You helped her name her daughter

You always is there to help her with her pregnancy by checking on the baby's heartbeat and all

If she has a health issue you are always the first she calls (everyone too tbh)

"That's my girl" when you put that one villain you and the others were fighting into a coma.

Lyla

Watches over you every second of everytime because of two things

Miguel or

Just pure curiosity of your powe4s

Reports back to miguel in an instant when you put the villain into a coma

Writes/keeps track of everything she knows about heartrenders

Interviews you with Miguel and Jessica every now and then to aks if you found or learnt anything new about heartrending

[jorenilee]

FIRST TIME DOING COMMISSIONS WOOOO. I really wanted to open comms but I'm also busy with uni so for compromise, I'm just keeping it to simple, monochrome sketches for now! ko-fi here!

Detailed info + link to info document under cut

Commission document

FINALLY sketch commissions for $15 CAD.

- Any additional characters (more than 1) are $5 each added onto the original price, e.g. three characters would be $25 total.

- Headshots, busts, half-body, and full-body sizes are all $15 to keep it simple, I'll try to adjust by adding more detail the smaller the scale goes. Just let me know roughly which size you'd like 👍

✅ yea category (things I can/am comfortable with drawing):

OCs

ship/self-ship art

suggestive (not of underage characters)

light nudity and light gore

blood

anthro/furries and animals

simple props or foreground objects

❌ nah category (things I won't/am not comfortable with drawing):

nsfw/fetish

heavy gore

mech and detailed armor

backgrounds

very complex designs (think of genshin and monster hunter as the standard of complex designs)

- Always ask questions if you're unsure about stuff (like whether something is simple enough) and I'm open to discussing those details. Some things I might reject cuz of time or how experienced I am (like I said I could do anthro/animals but if I'm gonna be real, not sure if I can do insects and fish and the like justice). But it is just basic comms and sketches so nothing too wild so I'm willing to hear out anything

- Do NOT put my stuff in ai or give me anything related to ai/nft, I will EXPLODE your MIND

- Pay upfront 🙏, it's ko-fi so not like it matters but yeah

- Payments will be thru ko-fi, but if necessary, I also have paypal. Also this shouldnt be necessary but dont share my personal info (email, name, phone, etc), we do the "I do not see it" type of interaction.

- I can't guarantee how long it'll take given I gotta lock in on university, but it SHOULD be under three weeks max, and I'll try to give updates whenever.

- I'll also try to send progress sketches for you to examine and critique as you'd like! I'm forgetful as fuck so never be afraid of asking me for updates because my brain sure doesnt <3

- Also also I might ask if I'm allowed to post your comm as art (with a watermark saying it is a commission), and you're free to say yes or no.

- Most of all: this is my first time really doing this stuff so have mercy 🙏🙏🙏 especially with the payments and remembering stuff.

Ok DMs are open and you can ask me there YAYY

Other extra things:

sending me references is COOL and GOOD!

I am fine with you giving me as many details as possible (pose, colour, level of detail, lighting source, exact size of canvas, etc.). I love following instructions, it keeps my heart at rest <3

be free to also go crazy when reviewing progress sketches. again, love when I know what to do and follow instructions

I got a right to reject any comm

I am not a serious person ur free to go wild in DMs

but a reasonable wild in like. dont be inappropriate or mean or sexual n stuff

and I'd rather not have regular casual conversations since it is still commissions

IF i get a lot of comms, I'll close them temporarily

if you tell me to draw stuff like. a carrot. I will do it. idk why youd spend money on it but ill do it

the canadian economy is in shambles so lowkey, pay me enough and I'm willing to draw stuff in the nah category lol (will take much longer tho)

Other places to contact me:

twitter: chamops

instagram: chamopss

discord: chamops

bluesky: jorenilee.bsky.social

[flamboyant-king]

Time for another King Ramble!

I need to be more, idk, proud of the things I do. Give myself more credit for the things I accomplish, despite NEVER completing anything. So, here I go--

I like my comic, despite it just starting ("starting," story-wise it has barely begun, but bro, it's almost a year since I first started. I've taken so many breaks that I am not go--positive, I have to be positive). It's a simple story, no giant world building or a multitude of characters I need to create depth for. It's a simple story on growth, characterization, and healing. Building a connection with other people and doing everything you can to improve as a person. Setting boundaries yet also going with the flow. Just a story about living life and making it the best possible. It doesn't have the most drama, the most action, the most exciting moments, but it's just life. It's cozy, its uncomfortable, it has its moments.

I'm happy with how long I stuck to it. I usually give up within a month, but look, I stuck it out a whole SIX months. And I learned quite a bit, by asking questions to other creators, but also by just pushing myself to learn a bit. Forcing perspectives, effects, and trying out new brushes. I'm even asking for help, I never ask for help. That's a fucking huge improvement. What kind of stinks is I took on this project in the middle of me trying to fix myself as a person, getting therapy and various diagnoses and whatnot. I thought creating a comic would help me improve, but there are other issues that adding more stress on won't fix.

But it's freaking cool. I've got hundreds of folks who like what I have so far. I don't want to disappoint them by making them wait longer, but this is my story I want to tell. It will be told, one way or other, and it's gonna be perfect because it's going to be MINE. I mustn't be so scared of trying or failing, I just need to DO. I'm failing already if I don't try. I won't fail if I'm TRYING. I just need to DO IT.

COME ON KING

GET UP

AND DON'T BE AFRAID

JUST WORK ON IT

JUST DRAW

JUST HAVE FUN BRO

(My mind is kind of a bungled mess right now thanks to all my health concerns. Stuff with insurance, biopsies, tests, and my weight. Agh lots on my mind. Getting off topic oogh agh I'm at work rn and it feels nice to type on this crusty ass keyboard haha)

Thinking about winning that webtoon contest. or even just placing in the genre categories puts a smile on my face. Just thinking that something I made is worth money makes me smile. Like someone buying a commission or ordering something off my etsy. It makes me smile. My comic isn't the most polished, most consistent, or most intriguing, but it has so much heart to it. Not to say the other THOUSANDS of entries don't have heart, but knowing the stuff I've been going through, I know I put my heart into it. There is so much turmoil surrounding it. So much stress. So much struggle put into it. Personal, mental struggles. I know folks are in it for the prizes, the contracts, the notoriety. I'm in it for the HOPES of awakening my passion to make art again.

It's been gone for the last few months. All these MINOR, literally minor, like its not cancer, im not dying, HEALTH problems really taking their toll on my psyche. Eating at my motivation and my focus. I will cherish the pages I already made for the comic, but I super-di-duper want to make more pages. But there is something there blocking my ability to just DO IT. I want to so bad, but my body refuses.

If you're curious, my health issues are like a bunch of small things, like teeth fillings, sleep apnea, i got a fuckin lump in my boob, they want to test me for autism, ive gained so much weight thanks to my bipolar medication, they DONT BELIEVE i have adhd because i dont show SYMPTOMS when i TALK to them. It's a focus thing bro, what you want me to focus on? your luscious lips?? i want to draw bro and i cant do it??? i want to finish projects but i cant bring myself to do it because i cant find the right background noise?? or i havent SPICED up my energy gauge to get that momentum rolling??

speaking of unfinished projects, how's that LING PICREW going KING!? Well, I was able to finish drawing/coloring all the hair options. But its uploading the 2000+ files onto picrew is too much tedium for me. IT WOULDNT BE, IF I HAD THE RIGHT BACKGROUND NOISE!!!???????? It would have been so much easier if i uploaded the files in proper labelled format and sorted them differently into folders, but noooooooooo, that's too confusing. AND IT IS FOR ME BECAUSE THERE'S ADHD IN MY BRAIN

BUT APPARENTLY THATS NOT SO!?!?!??!?!?!

I am proud of myself for the things I did do before, like the uquiz, the toyhouse profiles i was able to finish, the visual novel that GOT NUKED FROM THE FACE OF THE INTERNET, the UI for projects I did in university, the game demos I had a hand in making, the 3D model of a beach I did, I graduated high school with cum laude, I was offered a half-ride scholarship to the art college I wanted to go to, I got a few art scholarships despite it all, got a couple associate's degrees, I got my bachelor's degree in compsci with a minor in finearts, I'm even proud of getting fanart of characters I made.

Seems like a steep difference in the things I'm proud of, but my perception of success and achievements have been distorted by high expectations and my POSSIBLE AUTISM. I remember telling my english/composition professor in community college how I didn't feel proud of graduating high school. I forgot what he said, but he said he can see how bleak my outlook on life was.

Idk how a therapist could help me fix that. I want to be proud of things, but I'm proud of things people arent proud of me for. I'm proud to finish a painting I spent 80 hours on, but I don't care that I barely scraped by to get a degree I didn't want in the first place. HMMM MAKES YOU THINK

What's done is done. The damage is all done. Now I need to fix how I view the world and myself. I tried a year of therapy but see no difference on my brain chemistry. I do, however, have new ways of coping, such as going on a walk, playing with legos, time to myself, hanging with friends, and whatnot. So that's something. A lot of money spent, but who gives a shit. When I'm dead what am I gonna do with that money?

Oop, work is almost done in 6 minutes. If you actually read this, leave a comment that says "hehoo"

[dwntwn-strnlo]

HELIX matt sturniolo

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓎, dwntwn-strnlo.

↳ 𝐀/𝐍. this request is from july HELP

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. matthew sturniolo x reader

↳ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. piercing date 🤭

↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃? yes! . . . reader is best friends with the triplets (and has a soft spot for Matt), they are recording a video and then they talk about things they wanna do, like visiting a certain country, just some rambles. Reader then talks about how she always wanted to get a piercing but is afraid about it and never had the courage to do it. So the next day Matt takes her on a surprise date to a piercing studio where she gets it done. Just some fluffy stuff where he holds her hand and tries to encourage her to do what she always wanted to do. ( @hedgehogperalta )

"okay, okay, here's one." you say, finding a good question. "'what's on the top of your bucket list?'"

"scuba diving for sure," nick answers almost immediately. then trailing on while chris counters with his bucket list.

after the two of them finish, matt turns around in his seat, meeting your eyes. "what about you, y/n?" he smiles lightly, visibly interested in what you would like to do.

"oh," you huff, scanning your brain. you were so invested in nick and chris' rebuttal that you didnt think of your answer. "ive always wanted to get a tattoo or a piercing, but ive always been too scared to do it."

"ooh ive always wanted a helix," nick adds.

matt smiles, "y/n you would look really cool with a helix."

you return the smile, a light blush creeping on your cheeks. "would I really?"

"or just a straight up nose ring," chris encourages.

"right," nick laughs, "you need to go get a piercing for sure."

you smile. ego definitely boosted from all of this encouragement.

. . .

"can i-"

"no." matt huffs, cutting you off. you've asked him the same question over and over, 'where are we going?' 'can I know what we're doing?' and so on.

"well are we at least close?" you ask, looking out the window beside you. watching as the buildings and cars flash past.

matt hesitates, taking a left turn, "just like four more minutes."

you turn to the radio, turning the music down. trying to figure out why in the world matt randomly texted you that he has a surprise for you. but nothing crosses your mind.

"and. . . here we are!" matt says, lightly biting his lip in excitement.

you look out the windshield to find yourself parked in front of a piercing studio.

"matt, holy shit-"

"you were talking about how you wanted a piercing last night and so I figured might as well." he smiles at you, pulling the keys out of the ignition.

suddenly you felt small. nervous butterflies erupting in your stomach. "I dont know if I can do this, matt." you awkwardly chuckle.

"sure you can," he assures, leaning over to meet your eyes. "this is wear nick gets his piercings, it's safe, and they're all kind. I promise."

you look at him with an untrusting look in your eye. still not sure about going through with this.

matt reaches out and grabs your hand, "I can hold your hand while they do it." he says, knitting his brows with an assuring smile.

looking down to you hand intertwined with his, your breath hitches. "well- I can't aff-"

"my treat." he rubs his thumb against the back of your hand, "i wouldn't have drove you all the way out here just to make you pay."

"matt-"

"y/n." he giggles. "quit stalling, kid."

releasing a shaky breath, you nod. "okay." you mumble, nodding your head again before getting out of the van.

matt gets out and meets you at the door. then asking if your ready and opening the door. he lets you walk in first, and then following you in. "appointment for sturniolo." he says, walking up to the front desk.

the lady at the front nods, leading the two of you to a room. "which one of you is it today?" she asks, pulling two gloves on over her hands.

matt gestures to you before sitting down in the chair next to you, "she is."

"awesome," the lady smiles. "you can sit here. and what are you getting?"

"oh- uhm a helix?" you say.

she nods before spinning slightly in her chair to set everything up.

you meet matt's eyes, your face clearly washed with panic.

"you're alright," he whispers soothingly. he picks up your hand you holds it in both of his. gently rubbing your knuckles. "you'll be fine and you'll come out of it looking badass." he laughs lightly.

amusedly rolling your eyes, you smile, "sure."

"okay, you ready?" the lady asks, turning around with her things.

you look at matt and he smiles, silently assuring you again. "yeah, I am." you nervously laugh, squeezing matt's hand tightly.

shutting your eyes, you try focusing on the unintentional rhythm of the way matts thumb slides across your skin. doing your best to completely ignore the quick sting in your ear.

"all done." the lady says.

you open your eyes, looking around confused. "I didn't even notice."

matt smiles, "see, I told you it would be okay."

"thank you, matt."

"of course," he says, his cheeks going a light pink at your praise.

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