#my ears have pretty much closed up at this point so tattoos no piercings

[lexirosewrites]

Steddie as rival lawyers who have very different careers.

Steve became a prosecuting attorney after graduating from a top school at his parents’ insistence. It pays well and makes them happy, even if it’s joyless for him to fight for things he doesn’t believe in.

Prosecuting innocent people and fighting for the sake of money without morals.

On the other end of the spectrum is free-spirited Eddie Munson. He’s a defense attorney who shows up in ill-fitting suits that show off his many neck and hand tattoos. Piercings in his ears and hair that’s not tidy or tamed in any way.

He’s a rebel who barely graduated from some lower tier law school with no prestige whatsoever.

Steve naturally assumed their first trial would be a breeze.

But somehow— sheer dumb luck, bad jury selection, or just stupid fate— Eddie wins. And he keeps winning.

Over and over for months.

Steve’s long uninterrupted winning streak becomes a losing one. If Eddie’s in the courtroom too, Steve knows he’s already lost his case.

It’s humbling.

Actually, it’s frankly embarrassing to lose to someone who’s so unprofessional and doesn’t take the law seriously like Steve.

Eddie is respectful of course, but he doesn’t use lawyer-speak unless he’s referencing a precedent of a law. Other than that, he’s overly casual and friendly. Everyone’s favorite lawyer.

He doesn’t lack passion though. No, the guy all but hops up on tables to make speeches about freedom or the American dream during every trial. Utterly ridiculous.

It works though. The juries fall for his bullshit about being down to earth and his clients walk free because of it.

Steve can’t stand it. He can’t stand Eddie and his mockery of his career.

This ultimately culminates in a confrontation in the parking lot one night after a particularly tense trial conclusion.

Once again, Eddie’s guy walked free and Steve knows he’s gonna hear about it from his boss (who also happens to be his dad).

So he might snap a bit when Eddie comes out whistling and looking happier than anything.

“Hey, jackass!”

Eddie looks around like Steve might be referring to some other jackass, despite the otherwise empty parking lot.

He points to himself in question and Steve rolls his eyes in answer.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Eddie finally greets him with a smirk. “Chinese takeout for tonight sound good?”

Steve’s stomach growls at the mere suggestion.

He’d accidentally skipped lunch earlier so he could make changes to his closing argument. Fat load of good that did him.

“Yeah, sure, whatever. You’re not off the hook that easily though. What the hell was that brutal cross examination on my witness, you dickhead?”

Eddie smiles extra sweetly and presses a quick but affectionate kiss to Steve’s forehead first.

“All’s fair in love, war, and court, baby. You can whine about it later when we’re home if you really want to. I happen to know some very nice pillows that would love to muffle your pretty little moans.”

Asshole.

He blushes, glancing around to make sure they’re still alone before he pulls Eddie into an embrace.

They’ve barely spent any time together this week because of the tense trial and he really missed his boyfriend (not to be mistaken for the jackass who argues with him daily in the courtroom).

As much as they can separate their personal and work lives, it’s hard to not be on the same side of things.

“What if I want you to hear me moan, Eddie? I think it’s only fair since you seem to get everyone else off and I’m the one always suffering for it,” he mumbles snarkily into Eddie’s shirt.

Eddie laughs at the pun. He knew that he would.

“Is that why you’re sulking, babylove? You want me to get you off too?” He nods with a pathetic whine. Not getting to cum for a few days can do that to a person. “I think that can be arranged. You’ve been such a good boy for me lately. You’ve earned a treat.”

Steve melts into his boyfriend’s arms, feeling loved.

“I missed you.”

Another kiss to the forehead, but this time Eddie’s lips linger there as he speaks.

“Missed you too, sweetheart. Not sorry for winning, but I am sorry that you lost.”

Steve knew the defendant was innocent. There wasn’t much of a case to be made anyway. It still stings though.

“Yeah... I’ve been thinking about that and it might be time to quit my dad’s firm. I’d much rather be on the same side as you,” Steve confesses.

Eddie pauses.

“Does that mean…”

Steve looks up smiling and confirms, “Yes. I’ll accept the job offer if it’s still on the table.”

The rival lawyer had offered him a job months ago, before they even got together.

By accepting the position, it means they’d finally be allowed to be a couple publicly and they’d be sitting on the same side of the court for once.

It would also free Steve from his dad’s control and disappointment.

“Stevie, I’d love nothing more than to have you as my partner. In both the court and life. I love you, sweetheart.”

He can’t resist.

“I love you too… jackass.”

Eddie makes good on his promise to get Steve off that night. He even brings out the handcuffs for accuracy sake.

[kqiscr]

KINKT☆BER WEEK ONE! ー MICHAEL KAISER

MY EYES ARE UP HERE

a pretty angel like you would look better on his thigh

warnings: corruption, thigh riding, hints of degradation + praise, kaiser is a warning by himself, use of fem pet names/afab anatomy, i know zero german, i haven't wrote smut in a hot minute so give me a chance

w/c: 2.7k

i am not responsible for any minors who interact | not proofread. ktober mtl

"is there something wrong, mein liebling?" kaiser snapped his fingers in front of your face, his lips upturned in amusement as you jumped in surprise.

"huh? nothing's wrong," you quickly shook your head, embarrassed to have been caught red-handed.

not like it was your fault— he has to know about how distracting his gray sweatpants were. no matter where you tried to force your gaze, it always led back to the noticeable bulge in his pants.

although you've been dating kaiser for a few months now, things have never escalated past a few feathery touches as his fingers skimmed under your shirt while making out— or maybe a little grind from you here and there.

you wanted to see what he was hiding under that fabric, but you were too shy to. every time you would even remotely try to ask, it always led to your face heating up and you scurrying away, or you would drop the question last minute. he always teased you for being so "innocent".

he gave you a knowing look, obviously not believing your terribly said lie, but still reverted his attention back to the book he was reading.

knowing that he had the faintest idea of why you kept glancing his way, you decided to busy yourself on your phone— which also wasn't much help to distract you from how kaiser kept shuffling around, every movement making his dick print more prominent.

he had to be doing it on purpose at this point. every so often he would spread his legs a bit wider, place a hand on his thigh, and adjust his sweats. every single movement and rustle would cause you to peer at him through the corner of your eyes— not only in curiosity of what he was doing, but to see how the new angle would make the bulge look.

the more you thought about what was in his pants, the more you pressed your thighs together. your thoughts trailed off, the desperation of months of wanting him to bend you over something—anything— finally getting to you.

would he be mean and cocky, degrading you and mocking you at every chance he gets?

or would he be slow and caring, given the fact it would be your first time with him? would he praise you and give you what you would plead and beg for?

knowing him, you went with the former. not like you were complaining— you wanted him so bad you'd let him fuck you on the kitchen counter at this point. maybe even the floor.

"i'm starting to think you're a bit distracted," kaiser rasped. you were so deep in your thoughts that you didn't notice how he inched closer to you, his breath against your ear causing you to have goosebumps.

"am not!" you attempted to save yourself, hiding your face behind your phone and opening and closing random apps. maybe having the weather app open looking at the weather of a different country across the world didn't help your case.

"look at me, schatz." he placed his fingers under your jaw and angled your head to meet his piercing eyes.

you fidgeted with your hands, anticipating what he was going to say. but he didn't say anything, simply wrapped his hands around your waist and effortlessly placing you on his lap. you subconsciously throw your arms around his neck as you waited for him to say something.

"is there something you want from me?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side. you were still too awkward to answer his question, so you simply focused on the tattoo that was peeking out of his shirt's neckline, shaking your head slightly.

"are you going to answer me with words? or will i just have to force it out of you?" your eyes widened at the implications of his statement.

"what do you mean by that?" you soon found out, because he lifted you up slightly and placed you back down on one of his thighs, making sure that your legs were on either side of it,

"do you think i'm stupid, liebling? you think i wouldn't notice you staring like you wanted my pants off?" he could feel the way your thighs clenched around him at his statement as he smirked.

"i wasn't!" you were adamant on beating these allegations, although it would be nearly impossible. you were not only a terrible liar, but you were trying so hard not to move an inch. the pressure of his thigh on your cunt was getting unbearable, and you wanted him to do anything to relieve the heat that was building up.

he shuffled a little bit, bouncing his thigh in the process, leading a whine to escape your mouth. he froze for a moment before chuckling.

"pretty girl wants to get off my thigh, hm?" he raised an eyebrow as his voice lowered an octave. the sudden pitch change in his voice made your pussy throb.

hesitantly, you nodded. "please— want it so bad."

"that wasn't so hard to do, was it?" he slipped his hands under the waistband of your shorts. "now take these off."

you hurriedly took the pair of shorts off, and kaiser's eyes widened as he saw the lingerie you were wearing.

"and you weren't going to show me this, schatz?" he admired the way the shade of blue— the same color as the tips of his hair and tattoo— looked on your skin. "how mean."

before you could open your mouth to respond, he had already put you back on his muscular thigh, which was still covered by the gray fabric of his sweatpants.

his grip on your waist was sure to have you bruising as he slowly began to guide you to rock back and forth on his thigh. the friction wasn't much, but you don't remember the last time you had even bothered to touch yourself— paired with the fact that you were currently on top your insanely attractive boyfriend— his thigh felt like heaven.

you let out little whimpers and short moans that kaiser found cute. "feels good, yeah?" he asked as you began to put your hands on his shoulders and pick up the pace, trying to chase your high.

"so gooood," you moaned out, the way your cunt rubbed against the lingerie and the rough surface of his leg along with the occasional bounce of his thigh and encouragement he'd whisper into your ear.

"you look so good like this, i don't know why i didn't do this earlier," he frowned, watching the way you arched your back and leaned your head forward to meet the crook of his neck to muffle your sounds.

kaiser had always thought you were a relatively pure girl, not once hearing you say anything remotely dirty or insinuate having sex with him. for fucks sake, even the makeouts were tame enough. but having you on his thigh, not a thought behind those eyes except of how good it feels— he wanted to absolutely ruin you.

"never thought a pretty angel like you would want to drool all over my thigh." if you were in the right state of mind, you would've been mortified over the patch of wetness that was growing on his sweatpants, but right now it was the least of your worries.

he focused his attention on your neck, nibbling and biting until little blossoms of purple appeared all over, trailing down to your collarbone. his hands snuck under your shirt, unclasping your bra, earning a gasp from you. the cold from his hands made shivers run down your spine even as he toyed with your hardened nipples.

"wanna cum," you moaned out, feeling yourself get tired from doing all the work yourself. "help meee."

he felt his dick twitch in his pants as soon as you looked up at him with glossy, half-lidded eyes. he's dreamed of seeing you like this, and now that he had you like this right in front of him, he wasn't going to miss this opportunity.

"help with what? you can use your words." you only responded with a whine, mind still not foggy enough for you to shamelessly beg for him.

"p-please," you stammered, hoping that would be enough to satisfy him.

"please what? i still don't know what you need help with." you nearly scowled, trembling as he pressed his thigh harder against your covered cunt.

"i wanna cum so bad, kaiser pleaseee— wan' your help."

"now that wasn't so hard, was it schatz? of course i'll let a dirty girl like you get off on me." him putting it that way had you whining, but soon he had you moaning out his name, clawing at his clothed back.

"oh f-fuckfuckfuck, m' close!" you cried out.

"gonna make a mess for me angel? go ahead."

he watched as your hips spasmed and a drawn-out moan left your lips, helping you ride your climax out as eventually you slowed to a stop.

you look down, peering at how uncomfortable his pants seemed to be on him.

"mmm, jus' want you inside." you pleaded, a hand reaching over to palm him. he let out a hiss and looked conflicted— he was deciding if he should just fuck you right here on the couch or if he should take a moment to bring you to the bed.

deciding on the latter, he carried you bridal style to your bedroom. he let you lie on the bed as he took off his sweatpants, his boxers quickly following. you gaped at his sheer size.

"it won't fit," you complained. you, weren't exactly complaining, but you had no idea how he was even going to get past the tip.

"i just need to get you ready for me. it'll fit." he wasn't gonna lie, you whining about his size out of all things made his ego get even bigger than it already was. you nodded, trusting him.

"sloppy fucking cunt is so wet for me," he cooed as he pulled your panties to the side and slid a slender finger in. you squirmed as he began to curl his finger, adding another finger and picking up the pace. the lewd squelches echoed throughout the room.

he was prodding everywhere but your g-spot— it was on purpose, his enjoyment of not giving you what you wanted clearly written all over his face. maybe he'd make you beg for it again.

"nghh... gonna cum again," you mewled.

"you're not gonna fucking cum until i say so," he narrowed his eyes, blond and blue hair framing his face.

"wh-what?" you wailed as he pulled his fingers out, hands shooting out to stop him. "why'd you stoppp."

your slick covered his fingers, which he quickly lapped up in front of you. your face felt hot, the scene in front of you as obscene as he could make it. without a care in the world, he let out slurping sounds and snickered when he saw your flustered face.

"be patient," he glowered as he slapped his tip against your clit, teasing you as you whined. you furrowed your eyebrows, done with all his teasing.

your mouth shaped into an o-shape as you felt him slide himself in.

"shit... this pussy was made for me."

"wait-ah...you're too biggg..." you felt yourself getting dizzy over the feeling of him stretching you out, biting your bottom lip to prevent yourself from drooling all over the pillow.

"doing s'good for me." he bottomed out, and he had to physically stop himself from immediately pounding into you with the way you literally sucked him in and enveloped him. slowly he began to thrust into you, you gripping the sheets. the sheer length and girth of him was nothing like you've ever experienced before.

"ha-harder— faster...please," you trailed off as he sped up upon your request, not able to hold himself back from messing up your insides.

although it was your first time having sex with him, it was like he could just tell what made you feel good, what spots made you see stars upon stars, and what made you mind simply go blank.

kaiser was probably saying something to you, but you weren't able to understand anything, your brain dumb and unable to do anything but feel the dick that was burying into you.

"k-kaiserrr, feels too good," you felt tears pool at the corner of your eyes. "no more, no mo'"

"'no more, no more"' he mocked your moans. "you say that, but you're the one who keeps grinding back on my cock like the whore you are. didn't you just tell me to go faster?"

you didn't even notice how you were trying to move your hips back onto him— not like it would've changed anything. you would've lost it if he had actually heeded your pleas and stopped moving.

he suddenly flipped you over, making you face him as he threw your legs over his shoulders, nearly bending you in half. you looked up at him questioningly, meeting his darkened and dilated eyes.

without warning, he went back to his usual brutal pace, every thrust ending with a whine from you or a soft grunt from him. then he hit that spongey spot in you that had your vision go white. you let out an unusually loud moan that bordered a scream, and thats when kaiser knew he found what he was looking for.

"right here," he whispered under his breath as he began to bully his cock right into your g-spot, leaving you breathless and burying your head into your hands to muffle your moans. he used one of his hands to grab your wrists and pin them above your head.

"i want to hear those pretty moans of yours, liebling." you didn't even have the mind to be self-conscious anymore, you just wanted him to finally cum inside you.

oh, he loved the way that he made you dumber and dumber by the minute. he loved the way your gummy walls clenched around him. he loved the way his sweet little girl was crying and bumbling right under him. he loved everything about you.

he brought his head down to give you a quick kiss, feeling you try to get your hands out of his grasp.

"wanna feel you so bad," you pleaded, and he decided to let go, your glistening doe eyes convincing him. you immediately began to tug on his hair and then forced him down into another kiss— this time much more deeper and longer. he felt you bite on his lips, tongue brushing everywhere as the kiss was reduced to you just wanting to get as close as you can to kaiser, wanting to feel and taste as much as him as you could.

he pulled away to give you some air, a string of saliva connecting the two of you as you cried out.

"i t-think im gonna—"

"cum for me princess." his coaxing voice paired with the way he played with your clit finally brought you over the edge.

the way you almost sang his name when you came almost had him following right after you, but he wanted this to last as long as possible, even with the thick white ring that was making its way to the base of his cock.

the overstimulation was too much for you to handle, to the point where it was like you were silently screaming. it hurt, but it was too good.

"where should i cum, liebling?" his thrusts were becoming frantic and the pace was uneven, as if he was going feral. you could even swear you heard a whimper or two the closer he got to his climax.

"inside! insideinsideinside—" you babbled, wanting to finally feel him fill you up.

"f-fuck," his voice cracked as he rammed his hips into yours one last time, bringing you close as he hid his head into your chest to suppress any other sounds. you could swear that he skimmed your cervix.

after your cunt had finished milking him dry, both of you were breathing heavily, not saying a word. you assumed that kaiser was simply calming down before pulling out, but a nearly a minute passed and he never did.

"k-kaiser?" you quipped. your thighs were still trembling, and you could feel the mix of your fluids trailing out of your pussy. "are you gonna pull out?"

"did i ever say i was done?"

sorry lol i actually hate this one

[peachsunset]

Another small thing I would add from my sister's research/experience when she was getting her ears pierced professionally is that while tipping your piercer is apparently not considered an obligation, it is generally polite/good etiquette to do so. So if you're considering cost, you'll probably want to factor in the cost of the piercing itself, the cost of the jewelry, plus a tip (which according to google at least, the normal range seems to be 10-25%)

one of these days i’ll get my ears pierced but i’m too much of a coward and i don’t know where to even go (NOT CLAIRE’S) or what it entails

[thefandomthings]

Piercings

Paring: Bakugo x f!reader, Kirishima x f!reader

Warnings: Blood, slightly suggestive (Bakugo), cussing

Notes: Y'all, I got my nose and upper ear pierced recently so why not write a fic about it? I apologize if its rushed and if the boys are Ooc and for any typos

Bakugo:

"Do you think Bakugo will like it?" You ask Mina, walking into the dorms. Mina gives you a reassuring smile.

"Of course he will, he's your boyfriend after all!" You nod feeling anxious to show him. "But my Ex-boyfriend hated my ear piercing, what if Bakugo doesn't like this one?" You grasp her arm in attempt to calm yourself down.

Your last relationship was your first, and it was great till you got piercings. He didn't like the idea of them or tattoos, preferring you kept your face/body clean. But you refused to take them out and he broke up with you a few weeks before coming to UA.

"Stop worrying babes, I know he'll love it!" She pats your arm, her frizzly pink hair bouncing as she walks beside you. You nod, your lip raw from you chewing on it anxiously.

"Hey guys!" Mina waves to Denki and Kirishima. "Guess what we did while we were at the mall!" She squeals. You face felt hot as your classmates turned their attention to you and Mina.

"Wow Y/n, did you get your nose pierced?" Kirishima looks at your nose with fascination, Denki doing the same.

"Yes I did!" You smile and turn to face them, the orange stud sitting perfectly in your nose.

"That's awesome! Did it hurt?" Denki went to touch it but you stopped him. "Just a little, and you can't touch it otherwise it'll get infected." You give him a small smile.

"Did you get it in orange for Bakubro?" Kirishima smirks at you, your face flushes with embarrassment.

"Maybe..."

"Get me for what?!?" Bakugo pushes past your classmates and stands next to Kirishima. "What are you dumb extras goin' on about?"

"Look for yourself Bro." Kirishima grins and points to you and your new piercing. Bakugo rolls his eyes with a tsk and walks closer to you.

He approached you, you could feel his breath on your face, as his calloused hand grabbing your chin gently while he inspects the small piece of jewelry. You could feel your heart in your throat, your face buzzing with a rose tink. You've never gotten used to this feeling, the feeling of him being so close to you, the feeling of excitement when he hugs you or brings you closer to him; its unreal to you.

Bakugo looks up from the piercing and into your big eyes. You hold his eyes for as long as you can before it's too much for you, your eyes averting to his facial features instead.

He lets out a grunt while grabbing your hand and practically dragging you towards his room. You stomach was in knots as you followed.

Did you not like it?

Was he gonna break up with you?

You gasp, your back pressed against the door of his room, he plants his right hand next to your head, and the left holds your face. You look up at him, his eyes are are slanted as he looks down at you a lazy grins across his face.

"Why didn't ya say anythin' princess?" He hums moving your hair out of your face.

"I wanted to surprise you" You smile shyly. "And it seems you were surprised".

He stares at you a little longer, watching the way you subconsciously move closer to him. Your pretty doe eyes look up at him with such Innocences, it makes his heart leap.

But he can't ignore the feelings of hunger creeping up on him, wanting to touch you all over, to mark you as his. But he doesn't have to worry so much anymore, the bright orange stud is enough for everyone to know you are his and only his.

He pulls you close by the waist, his hand firmly gripping your hip as his other hand opens his door.

He surely did like it and he made sure to show you how much he did.

Kirishima:

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"

Your nose stung and burned as she pushes the needle through the cartilage of your nose. You gripped the chair in pain, your eyes squeezed closed. Small tears pooled in the corner of your eyes before falling down your cheeks.

"Y/n? Are you alright?" Kirishima asked nervously watching the blood pool out of your nose. You gave a nod and a thumbs up.

"Are you sure babe?" He asked once again, your face twisting in pain while she wiggled the piercing into the small hole, pushing against your nose hard.

"Y-Yep! I'm good!" You reassure him once the piercing is in. The piecer dabs a tissue on your cheek once you open your eyes, allowing the remaining tears fall.

"Sorry Hun, the jewelry wouldn't go in, but you're all good now." She smiled and cleaned up the needle and bloody tissues.

"Okeydokey, no worries" You thanked her, paid and left hand-in-hand with Kirishima out of the tattoo parlor.

You could feel Kirishimas eyes on you the whole time you walked to the food court in the mall, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. You smiled up at him, your nostrils flaring making a stinging pain shoot through your nose.

"Ouch..." You wrinkled your nose and gently touched the jewelry. Kirishima look at you concerned.

"Are you doing ok? Do you need anything?" Kirishima led you over to a table and bent down next to you and examined your nose.

Your eyes scanned over his face, drinking in every little detail. You watched his small, dark eyebrows furrow in focus. His eyes are slightly slanted, a small scar above his right eye and his lips are slightly dry and cracked but pink and plump. His face is almost round, not very many sharp details except for his jawline and his pointed chin. And his eyes are as red as ruby's, sparkling in the dull light of the mall.

You and gently caresses his face, he looks like a puppy melting into your touch. Kirishima snuggles into you hand. He grabs your wrist and kisses the inside of it, his eyes never leaving yours.

"You know, that piercing really fits you baby" He says quietly while bringing your face close to his. Your face tingles with a blush, you eyes dilating as he comes closer to your lips.

His lips brush against yours in a teasing way, the way he holds your head doesn't allow you to lean forward. A sly smile crosses his face, his eyes scrunching in a smile.

"Eiji, I want to kiss you.' Kirishima laughs and presses a long kiss to your lips.

When he pulls away his eyes avert to you nose again, his thumbs rubbing back and forth across your cheeks. You lean forward and brush your nose against his.

"I love you...s'fuckin much."

[jooillusion]

sensitive? (pt 1)

warnings: smut towards the end, threesomes

pairings: tattooist!o.de x piercer!jooyeon x receptionist!reader

you don’t even jump at the sound of the loud scream coming from the back of the shop. there’s always screams of somebody getting a new piercing, but your job is to sit behind the counter until somebody eventually calls for an appointment, killing your fun.

hey but at least you don’t do the hard stuffs right? you have seungmin tattooing and jooyeon piercing all day while you just yap your head away to your upcoming clients.

you realize you’re lucky when the scream breaks out again a few seconds later as your fingers play with one of your pens, waiting for the next call. you remember talking to this specific client on the phone, asking if you do nipple piercings and then creating small talk to attempt to ease his nerves as you scheduled his appointment. now that today has arrived, he’s in the back screaming like he’s being stabbed in the damn gut. you attempt to hold in the giggle bubbling in your throat as you see the client, jiseok, walk out of the room towards the front doors, glaring at you.

“you said it wouldn’t hurt…” and you couldn’t help but laugh straight up in his fed up face.

“hey don’t blame me blame jooyeon.” you held your hands up in defense.

“yeah yeah whatever.”

“have a nice day!” you smiled brightly and waved as he walked out of the door, making sure to shoot you one last glare before he disappears into his car just parked outside.

monday is always the shops slowest day and the guys only had five appointments to knock out, the next one happening in two hours. you’d allow yourself in the back when it’s too slow, talking to your coworkers and at least trying to have some connection with them. you guys were all pretty close despite you always working up front, so jooyeon and seungmin were never surprised to find you in the back while waiting for the next customer.

which is exactly why there’s already a seat pulled up for you to sit in. the silent gesture warms your heart a little bit. you stand at the door, silently watching jooyeon on one end of the room cleaning up his supplies while seungmin is on the other end on his phone. seungmin looks up from his phone, raising his eyebrow.

“no walk ins?”

“nope.” you walk in the room and take your seat on the tiny swivel chair. he nods his head going back to whatever is so important on his phone. jooyeon finally finishes cleaning, leaning back into his seat and pulling his own phone out of his pocket. you huff out of annoyance.

“guys cmon, nothing new? i sit on a phone all day too…talk to me at least.” you dramatically sigh. you couldn’t believe it. your two coworkers, who deal with weird requests and flirty clients almost every single day, doesn’t have a story for you? jooyeon looks up from his phone, raising his pierced eyebrow. seungmin clears his throat as your attention turns towards him.

“well, jooyeon gave me this sick piercing,” he says as he lifts up his hoodie, a fresh belly piercing sitting right inside of his belly button. “but i’m literally going to take it out by next month.”

“then what the fuck was the point of begging me for it?”

“was trying to impress a girl.” seungming laughs, pulling his hoodie back on. he loves to bother jooyeon just as much as jooyeon loves to bother him. you’re returning the laughter as jooyeon looks at the both of you with annoyance.

“don’t be fooled, this guy was screaming as loud as the kid that was just in here.” jooyeon bites back, seungmins laughter instantly dying down. you couldn’t help but laugh harder.

“seungmin, the guy that can literally be identified as ink, screaming at a small piercing like that?” you’re clutching your stomach. seungmin has multiple tattoos across his body, your personal being the piece on his back to the tiny ones up to the back of his ear.

“you’re talking when you have no piercings or tattoos.”

“my ears are actually pierced.” you point towards your ears as if it isn’t already obvious. jooyeon crosses his arms and looks at seungmin from across the room, smirking then looking back at you. seungmin knows that look jooyeon gives all too well. he always does it when he has something up his sleeve, whether it’s working with a client or messing with someone. seungmin is returning the smirk, leaning back into his chair.

“rock paper scissors. loser gets pierced by jooyeon. his choice.” seungmin holds out his fist. they know you’re not the type to back down from anything, but the dare was absolutely insane for you to say yes to right away, especially knowing how insane jooyeon is and what he’s willing to do. not only that you also believed that if god wanted a hole in your body he would’ve put it there in the first place. not that you weren’t scared of piercings or anything, it just wasn’t your cup of tea. but you aren’t questioning yourself when you finally hold out a fist to seungmin. one measly piercing wouldn’t hurt right?

plus seungmin is really bad at rock paper scissors so you definitely had confidence in him losing. watching him scream again while getting a piercing would definitely be engraved in your mind for as long as you live.

“rock paper scissors,” and you’re throwing out a rock confidently one second.

“and you can’t back out.” then in the next second your heart is dropping straight out of your ass. not only do you have to get a piercing without knowing exactly what piercing you’re getting, you have to deal with it for the next week or two. you couldn’t believe your eyes at seungmins hand that threw out a paper. there’s no excuse for it, you just lost to seungmin in rock paper scissors for the first time.

jooyeons standing up from his seat, preparing his gloves. he walks back to your seat, leaning down so that he’s next to your ear, purposefully trying to irritate you even more.

“ and i choose nipples.” by now, your heart would be melting through the floor followed by your whole body. you look at the door, debating on if you should make a run for it or not.

“best two out of three.”

nope. it was best one out of one. your palms are sweaty as you’re sitting in the client chair. as if it wasn’t worse, jooyeon loudly rips open the pack of piercing supplies as you eye the jewelry sitting in the ointment.

“relax for me.” he’s trying to hold in his laugh, but you’re not laughing at all. seungmin is watching from his seat, pulling out his phone but putting it back right away for your own privacy. he knows the last thing you’d want is your tits on someone else’s phone without consent.

“now i promise i’ll try to make this quick. it’ll be quick for you too if you close your eyes.”

“god you sound like a perv,” you roll your eyes at him. “but please do hurry i wanna get this over with.”

jooyeon finally laughs at your nervous form after holding it in. he eyes seungmin from across the room with his stupid cheeky smirk again, tilting his head.

“you do one i do one?”

“oh you know how to make things fun don’t you?” seungmin is standing up from his seat, walking over to where the gloves are and pulling some on. your head falls back into the seat.

just great. now not only you’re getting your nipples pierced both of your coworkers are touching your tits. you’re looking at the lights above, trying to practice the breathing techniques jooyeon taught you before. you’re trying to ignore jooyeon obnoxiously ripping open the piercing kit loudly. too many sounds flood your mind, and it feels like an eternity until you feel jooyeons hands lift up your shirt, your head lifting itself back up.

“bite on this. you wouldn’t wanna end up like seungmin hm?” he says, holding the shirt up to your mouth. you lean forwards to bite down on the bottom of your shirt, quickly to noticing seungmin staring your tits sitting comfortably inside of your bra. your hands go down to unclip the front of the piece, and your trying your best not to let your eyes wander to your coworkers since you’re basically bare in front of them. no words are said after that, only the sound of seungmin shifting to grab a needle and clamp off of jooyeons tray. you can’t see due to your nervousness, but jooyeon is giving seungmin the go to start.

your eyes close tightly as you feel the swipes of an alcoholic swab against both of your nipples while on the other hand you’re hoping and praying nothing stupid happens. sure they’re both professionals at their jobs but the possibilities are endless, like the sound that comes out of your mouth due to your sensitive nipples being touched by the cold swab. the squeal that escapes your mouth is a little too loudly as jooyeons presses down a little bit harder to your liking.

“they have to be hard in order for it to work.” hes trying to be professional, but it hard when his coworker is sensitive. it only ignites his engine, only wanting to further his actions and play more. he sees it on seungmins face as well, both equally being effected by you. they would’ve never imagined you to be the type to crumble down easily under their hands. a wave of relief finally washes over you when you feel both of them pulling away, but that relief disappears again when you feel the cold clamps clamp around both your nipples.

“okay, breathe in,” you’re inhaling deeply, your teeth clasping hard around your shirt. you feel the needles tip prodding at both sides of your nipples.

“and breathe out.” it happens quick. a strong pinch hits, your body reacting as your back arches off the chair. a loud groan is leaving your mouth, your hands gripping the arms of the chair roughly. tears prickle at the corner of your eyes, the jewelry being shoved in quickly.

“relax, we got you.” you’re surprised to find that jooyeon nor seungmin is laughing, but your mind shifts to the ball of the jewelry being twisted onto the other end. your eyes fall to the ceiling lights out of embarrassment, not being able to suppress the whine that leaves your mouth until it’s finished.

“you’re all done.” seungmins voice is speaking up as jooyeon starts cleaning up the mess. your mouth drops your shirt and you stand up from the chair, walking up to the mirror, looking at your new piercings. you touch the swollen area, hissing at the pain.

seungmin helps jooyeon clean up the mess. you’re still staring at your boobs through the mirror, jooyeon watching you from behind.

“you like them?”

“i don’t know…” he’s shaking his head and smiling, putting away his clamps and walking towards you. jooyeon stands behind you, looking at them through the mirror.

“hmm…what do you think seungmin?” jooyeon is asking, eyeing seungmin through the mirror.

“i think they’re really pretty but,” seungmin walks over behind you, standing next to jooyeon. he puts his tattooed hand on his chin as if he’s analyzing closely.

“somebody’s just really sensitive”

you avoid eye contact, pulling down your shirt. you knew your coworkers would tease you for it, but there’s no signs of the teasing being fun, only sensing it to be sexual. jooyeons hands are moving to the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up slowly.

“c’mon now, you should show them off at least?” jooyeons teasing in your ear. you hear the cockiness in his voice, and you realize you’re exposed again. you feel seungmins cold hands running up your waist up to your breasts, teasingly grabbing a handful and squeezing the area around your nipples. you’re squealing like before, squirming under seungmins grasp. jooyeons hands lift your shirt over your head, pulling the straps of your bra off of your shoulders. you’re shamelessly moaning in pure bliss at seungmins hands starting to move, massaging your tender breasts from the ache. jooyeons hands are roaming around your waist.

the phone ringing outside of the room is ignored, jooyeon walking over to the door and shutting it closed.

a part two of this is calling my name…

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

[starluvsx]

★𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

proofread: yes mam

word count: 617

WARNINGS: nothing rlly.just cute fluff cause I need to recover from my last pic

A/N:i don't acc think chris would do this in a million years but someone said this was their 2024 predictions for the triplets in one of those like cannon confessions and its been stuck in my head since.

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Chris was an identical triplet.anyone that knew him knew that.one of the things that differentiated him from his two other brothers though was his lack of body modifications.he had only his ears pierced once which was basically the opposite of his brothers who's arms and legs were littered in tattoos and nick even having a nose piercing.it never bothered him though.it was just simply never something he desired.

well that was until one night, after far too many pepsis, he got an idea.he had been thinking about getting his first tattoo lately but didn't want it to be anything meaningless or stupid.he wanted something that he would look back on and know why he got it and didn’t want to feel ashamed or embarrassed to have it.

he racked his brain for what felt like hours (20 minutes) until the perfect idea came to mind.he wanted to get the day that him and his girlfriend met over his heart.nothing big or crazy.simple enough for him to not look like a madman but special enough to where he would actually go through with getting it.

10/18/17 were the digits.the day they had officially first met and as chris liked to say, the day he fell in love with her.he never actually said that but it was a thought that lingered in the back of his mind on lonely nights were he was left with nothing but the comfort of his own reminiscence.

the pain was pretty bad but he knew this was wanted to do.the little pricks at his skin meant nothing seeing as he would die for the girl he got this for though.since the tattoo was fairly simple it didn't take super long, probably 40 minutes at max.he was excited the whole drive home though.he absolutely could not wait to show her.

Once he walked into the house he was met with her eyes. "Oh hey babe.i thought you were going shopping?Where the bags?"she asked, suspicious of what he had done for the past 2 hours out of the house to come home empty handed.he didn't respond in words though, only taking off his jacket once he was closer to the girl.

"oh wow okay"she said confused and shocked at his stripping.he then took off his shirt.eager to show her what he had done earlier which he was so giddy about last night.once his shirt was off he pointed to the numbers over his heart.a big cheeky smile planted on his face.

she could feel tears well up in here eyes at the sight of this.she knew he didn't like corny couple shit like this, made him cringe like crazy, but also that he wanted his first tattoo to be special and the reason he had held off on it for so long was because he wanted something that really meant a lot to him.her heart warmed knowing this was how he showed how much she meant to him.

"you're literally the cutest I can't " she said before grabbing face and kissing his pink lips passionately.Once she pulled away she did have one question to ask. "how'd you even remember that day?"

"How could I not."was his only answer, the words coming out as his face began to heat up.she rolled her eyes playfully before pulling him in close for a hug. his arms made a ring around her lower body.

"I love you"she whispered into his ear.words she had said probably a million times that meant the most when said to him.

[jnkgrnde]

— the girl with the tattoo

pairings : riri williams x black!reader

warnings : just sappy lowk cringy sht

summary : a night with riri makes her realize just how much she likes you with the help of miguel. based off of ‘the girl with the tattoo’ by miguel

authors note : i haven’t been writing that much over my ‘hiatus’ bc ive been unmotivated so i’m sorry if this seems half assed 😭

riri williams was head over heels for you and all it took for her to realize was the artist miguel.

you were laying in her dorm hanging out, music on blast (or not, considering dorm rules), and you two were laying fairly close. you were talking about everything and nothing, topics going from what you thought was in space, to shows you two wanted to binge together, to piercings and tattoos..

that’s where you were now; you were talking about the couple of tattoos you had marked on your body. there was butterfly tattoos printed behind your ear, a small ‘777’ marked on your wrist, and a winged heart on your shoulder, all of which riri traced.

you told her the meaning behind each one — you had always considered butterflies to be gentle, carefree but calm, so you thought they’d fit you. with the 777, you told the williams girl it was so you carried luck with you wherever you go. the winged heart was a sensitive topic, but you decided to tell her anyways.

the night felt.. different to riri. she didn’t know what it was, whether it was the jumping from topic to topic after having long talks about it, the way you kept looking at her, or the way you explained how much things meant to you. to her, she looked at you differently than how she usually does, but if other people were in the room, they’d say she looks at you how she usually does.

it didn’t really go unnoticed by you considering you started tripping over your words more than usual. you felt her eyes boring into you no matter where, whether it be your tattoos or your eyes.

“ri, do i have something on my face?” was chuckled into the air the next time you caught her staring again. her eyebrows shot up once she got focused again. “what do you mean?” and you couldn’t tell if she knew she was staring, or if she was being truthful and just genuinely didn’t realize she was.

“you’ve been staring this entire time.” riri’s eyes diverted, a blush she was thankful you couldn’t see covered her cheeks. “no, no! it’s just uh..” her brain was trying to catch up with reality, racking for an excuse. she froze when you giggled. “you think i’m pretty, ms. williams?”

riri’s face was on fire this point; of course she thought you were pretty. she’d always thought you were pretty, what with your brown skin shining everywhere you went. she found herself unable to take her eyes off you whenever you were in the room. “i- i mean.. yeah.” she muttered under her breath, thinking you wouldn’t hear it. but, oh, you did.

you kept your lips shut, though, to save her the potential embarrassment and only let a giggle slip out. the conversation continued flowing after a beat, and while it did, the song that was playing before faded into ‘girl with the tattoo’ started playing.

you two were talking softly now, sleep slowly dawning upon you. while you were speaking, riri listened to the song, moreso paying attention to the lyrics.

those innocent eyes.

that was one of the things riri loved about you most — your eyes. they always looked so intrigued, giving everything your full attention, especially riri.

now that she thought about it, you stared at her a lot. almost every time she looked at you, there you were. staring. had you always been admiring her the way you did? she’d always thought it was more of her admiring you.

that smile on your face makes it easy to trust you.

and there was another of of the many things riri loved about you; to her, your smile could light up a room. it was blinding, almost permanent. it always got bigger whenever you were around the small girl.

it was so warm, so inviting that it seems so easy to trust you.

after some thinking, reconsidering, and thinking again, riri came down to a decision. “y/n?” she meekly asked, voice barely above a whisper. you looked over at her to find her fiddling with her thumbs. you knew she was nervous about something, having noticed she messes with things when she is.

“what’s up?” “promise me you won’t get mad.” she started with. “oh my god, what did you do?” because knowing riri, whenever she says “don’t get mad,” it’s usually followed by some random thing. she took a deep breath. “i like you. a lot. a-and i know i’m probably not supposed to because you’re my best friend, and you probably not gonna like me that way, but i just wanted to get it off my chest, so if you don’t feel the same way then i-“

she was cut off and she felt something soft press against her lips. the girl with the tattoo ended long ago, ‘love drought’ by beyoncé replacing it. you leaned back after a moment, your signature grin placed on your face. her lips moved but no words came out.

“i like you too, ri. i always have.”

[botnasty]

Part three: Fuck Your Theory

Roommate!Bucky Barnes X F!Reader

Summary: Bucky and his interesting theories are back once again…

Words: 2K words

Warnings: FLUFF, suggestive comment, Bucky with tattoos and fake nipple piercing, angst at the end.

Note: All mistakes are mine and please tell me if I’m missing any warnings. And also don’t be shy, if anyone wants to see more of the two just send me an ask :)

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“Bucky!” You yelled his name as you did a 360 in your room, your eyes trying to locate the most important part of your costume this year, an angel. Usually during Halloween your mantra was: ‘Go big or go home’, but with all the exams lately you haven’t had the time to work on it, so you decided to do something really simple. 

You grabbed your white feather hearing and went out of the bathroom adjacent to your bedroom. “Have you seen…”There was the man of the minute, laying down on your bed. He was wearing leather pants that hugged his beefy thighs perfectly, his hair on a man bun with some strands framing his face, all his tattoos on display on his chest and his arms and…

Your eyes bulged out when you saw what was on his nipples. “What in the world?” Bucky smirked his finger brunching against the metal around his pink nipple.

“Unfortunately they are fake, Toots.” He said when he saw exactly where your eyes had stopped. You almost wanted to whine. Images in your head of you on his lap, biting on his nipple and tugging on the piercing making him moan for you and sensible.

“But I think you were looking for this weren’t you?” He pointed to his other hand that was holding the hollow that was supposed to get on your head. “Come here, little angel. Come get your crown.” He almost growled as he got on his knee on your bed.

You slowly got to him, swallowing and your eyes never leaving his blue one, your feet paddling against the rug in your bedroom that you bought with him under the pretext of ‘my feet are always cold. I need it to live.” Once you were in front of him, you looked up to him because even if he was on his knee on your bed, he was still very much taller than you.. and so much bigger.

You yelped when Bucky put his tattooed arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his bare torso. “What a good girl.” His mouth descended on yours. His lips not just kissing you but devouring you whole. You felt like his when he kissed you like that,but confusion was still raging between the two of you. 

While teh kiss and the sex you both had made you feel like there was more, outside of it he still treated you like his best friend and nothing more. He never asked you to be his girlfriend, so you didn’t know what to think was happening. Have you become friends with benefits?

“There you go, such a pretty angel.” Lost in thoughts, you hadn't noticed Bucky place the hollow on your head. “My pretty angel.” He framed your face with his hand and pulled you close, lips brushing. “You're my little angel, aren’t you toots?”

Even with the confusion in your head, you smiled and wrapped your hand around his neck. Your hands immediately went to the hair on the nape of his neck “Only if you’re mine, demon.” Why not have fun instead of worrying about the end now.

The party was going full swing. People were already overflowing the house. You were surprised the cops hadn’t been called yet. Bucky leaned over you as you both went through the front door, you couldn’t help but take a whiff of him. He smelled too good to be true. He leaned into your ear and grabbed your cheeks. “I’m going to look for Steve and Sam.” You nodded. ‘I think I saw Nat’s red hair in the kitchen.”

“Nat is here!” You almost screamed of joy. Natasha was your other best friend that unfortunately had to go overseas for her work as a ballet dancer. You had stayed in contact, but hadn’t seen her in a year now. “I have to go see her!” Bucky smiled at your evident excitement. 

Bucky grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close. “Go see her, toots.” He pecked your lips. “But tonight, you are mine.” He whispered in your ears. A gasp couldn’t help but leave your mouth and cream messing your panties. The man was too hot to handle. 

You bit your lips. “Understood, toots?” he said with a fake severity, his tattooed fingers making you look into his blue eyes. 

“Yes…” And you leaned in on the tip of your toes and kissed him.Your arms went around his neck and you grabbed a fist-full of his hair. You pulled him closer to you as you slide your tongue in his mouth and he let you, his arm around your waist grabbing onto your skin. You loved this. You loved the power-balance you both had. You both were scared to show your vulnerability to each other.

“I’m going to join you guys soon, okay baby?”

“Don’t be too long.” He whispered into your mouth and you both finally let go of each other.

You zeroed to the kitchen after Bucky left into the crowd, your eyes never leaving his ass in those leather pants. You couldn’t wait to see Nat face-to-face after so many times. As you squeeze between two people, you couldn’t help but squick as you noticed her in her Poison Ivy costume. She was talking to this other girl and hadn’t noticed you yet. You took that as an opportunity. 

“BOO.” You screamed behind her and she turned around and was about to smack your face, but stopped midway. The other girl just laughed and went away. “Y/N?”

“Nat!” You both laughed as you went into each other's arms. “Wait.” You pulled her away. “Were you about to punch me?”

“You fucking scared me. What did you think was going to happen?”

You nodded. “That’s true, that’s true.”

She grabbed your face. “Now come here.” She kissed your cheeks. “I missed you so much. I have so much to tell you. Oh, all the juicy stuff I just learned and you didn’t tell me any of it!” Your face went down. Did people find out about you and Bucky? If so, how?

“Why haven’t you told me that Sam Wilson was finally single again! I would’ve flown back home sooner!” She sipped on her red cup, the same one you see in every teen movie ever, her green nails glowing in the deemed light. You puffed out a laugh and faked being hurt. “Ouch. That deeply hurt my feelings.” You turned around and pretended to leave, but with a big smile on your face. Nat grabbed you by the arm and pulled you in a hug.

“You know I can never get enough of you. ANd you are my favorite person in the world!” She kissed your nose. “I would’ve come back for you anyday, my sunny.”

“I missed you, Nat. Shit aren’t the same without you.”

“I know. I’m irreplaceable.” She took a step back and grabbed her red cup once again. “Time for me to throw that out.” She opened the trash can.

You nodded. “Can never be too careful.”

“Fucking frat boy… But anyway.” She linked your arms together. “Where is your boy toy?” You almost choked on your saliva. “Boy toy?”

“Bucky? James Barnes? Hot nerd? You know the dude you’ve been living with for the past four years?”

You slapped her shoulder. “I know who you're talking about. I just wasn’t expecting that name. He’s talking with Sam and Steve.”

“Then let’s go join him, shall we?” She didn’t wait for your response and immediately dragged you in the sea of disguised people.

“Sammy!” Natasha screeched as she wrapped her arms around the man. You,in your case, immediately went beside Bucky. You almost melted when you felt his hand slide on the low of your back, his fingers caressing your soft skin. You looked up to him and giggled when you saw his bloodshot eyes. “You’re high, Buck.”

He smiled. “And you are pretty. Are we playing a game of stating the evidence?” He leaned down and kissed your cheeks. “Wanna play with me and Sam at beer pong?” You nodded.

“I’m with Nat!” You screamed before anyone could decide their team. You walked to her and held her hand.

“That’s not fair.” Exclaimed Bucky, teaming up with Sam. “She's the fuckign pro at that game.”

You shrugged. “You’ll have faster.”You grabbed one of the small white balls and threw it in the air.

“We the dream team baby.” She kissed your cheeks and filled the red cups with beer. You leaned into her and when you turned to look at Bucky, you saw his jaw twitching. He was jealous. You couldn’t help but feel good at that. He really did care about your relationship.

“Now!” Sam took one of the balls. “Let’s get this game started shall we.” 

Cheering could be heard from all the people around the table.

Five games of beer pong had passed and everyone was drunk. You were probably the only one who wasn’t wasted because you were the designed driver. Seeing everyone being drunk was pretty funny. Sam was always flexing his muscles to Natasha who was swooning, Bucky was just being extremely touchy with you, but that wasn’t anything new.

He had his head on your shoulder, having you pressed against his hard body. “Hmm.. I’m gonn go to the bathroom.” He whispered and walked away after kissing your cheeks. 

“Do you want me to go with you?” You asked him, scared he was going to pass out at any moment.

He shook his head and leaned down to pinch you cheeks. “Imma be ‘right , toots.” and he went.

“Where boy toy go?” Nat asked as she grabbed you by the neck and started swinging to the music with you. You were still looking at the direction Bucky went. “He went to the bathroom.”

“He big boy.” She grabbed your chin and made you look at her. “Dance with me.”

The songs playing were a mash up of all the 2000's and 2010’s songs so you couldn’t help but move your body with the redhead next to you and scream the lyrics of the song.

“That’s it. Let it go, girl.” Nat laughed as she made you twirl on the dance floor.

After a long moment,  you looked around and you couldn’t find Bucky anywhere near you. He did say he was going to the bathroom, but that had been 15 minutes ago. “I’m gonna look for Bucky.” You screamed at Natasha over the loud music. She gave you the thumbs up and went back to the game of beer pong, this time in team with Sam. 

“Sorry.” Is what you kept saying to people as you squeezed by them and your angel wings slapped them a little. You really shouldn’t have worn them to such a big party, but that’s not what was important right now. Your eyes kept on moving around, looking at every place and costume to see if you could spot him, but to no avail.

Just as you turn around a corner, you hear his famous saying. “You know.. I heard a theory…” Your heart started beating fast and you froze. Right in front of you was Bucky saying the same thing he once said to you to a random girl wearing white and red, you couldn’t bother trying to find what she was dressed as. Your focus were on Bucky’s word. 

The motherfucker. You’ve never felt more used and hurt in your life. By your own best friend turned lover. Your hand bawled into a fist, You wanted to punch someone. Bucky or the girl, you didn’t know. Rage filled you, but instead of doing anything you just left. Left the place and Bucky. Fuck him and fuck his theory.

[darksigns-exe]

Sweet Like Honey - Fingerprints On My Skin

Paring: Noah Sebastian x OFC Warnings: Swearing, Alcohol Consumption, Implied/referenced Alcohol Abuse Word Count: 2.4k Note: I'm updating the masterlist at the moment and realised that this part was never on Tumblr so here she is.

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They’re wine drunk. A last hurrah before Bee leaves for Europe for what she called as long as it takes me to understand what that medieval motherfucker was trying to say. A big old celebration set up by Tasha hosted at some friends bar downtown. 

She’s happily swaying as she drags him up the driveway, still giggling from when Nick practically fell out of the backseat and onto the driveway. The sound sets his heart on fucking fire. It’s all he wants to hear. And Noah has to fight his drunken mind so that he doesn’t yank her back to him to kiss her right then and there.

It’s become increasingly more difficult to stay away from her recently. The more he learns about her the more he wants to have her for himself. Even watching her loop her arm through Nicks to steady herself (or him he isn’t quite sure who of them is less drunk) is enough to set off the alarm bells in his brain. He has no right to feel like this, not when he hasn’t even had the guts to tell her that she makes him feel as if there is nothing else in the world that matters more than what is between them. 

Noah isn’t sure how they make it back to the door, much less how they make it up the stairs and into his bedroom. He throws her one his shirts so that she doesn’t have to sleep in her own clothes and only partially because he needs to see her in it one last time before she’s gone. She’s too drunk to care about any of it and really Noah should turn and give her privacy when she begins to take off her clothes. But his eyes remain fixed on every inch of tattooed skin that reveals itself. Beneath the thin excuse of a bra she wears he can see the little bumps where the metal of her piercings presses through the fabric. He needs to know how sensitive she is, how pretty the noises she’ll make for him would he. 

Her body swims in his shirt. It reaches all the way down to her knees, granted the thing ran large even on him. Noah tries his best to commit the image into memory. It’s wrong. They’re nothing besides friends, both of them too busy for a real commitment. He wants her nevertheless. Not just in a physical sense. He wants to know everything there is to know, every good and bad moment, wants to see her laugh, be the one that makes her laugh. At the same time he needs to see her come undone, has to feel her body give in to pleasure at his doing. It’s devastating knowing that she’ll be so close tonight. 

He strips down to his boxers as she watches from his bed, where she had already curled into a corner. 

“Cuddle me?” She asks way too innocently. 

He can’t deny her that. Not when she looks so fucking beautiful in the dimmed light that pours into the room from the lamp on his desk. 

And so he holds her with his best imitation of platonic feelings, when, in truth, his chest hasn’t felt this tight in ages. She falls asleep before he does. For a moment, Noah lets himself believe that they’re the real deal. 

She’s not next to him anymore when he wakes up, but he can hear chatter from downstairs. Bees' bright laughter rings in his ears, and he tries not to think about how her skin crinkles and creases when she laughs like that. When he comes down into the kitchen, he finds her still in his shirt perched on that same spot on the bannister and it takes him back to that first night. He’d thrown back a shot or three before he’d gone up to her. And he’d been so fucking nervous talking to her that he’d forgotten to tell her his name for way too long. 

“Are you gonna tell her at some point?” Jolly sounds more annoyed than anything else. 

“Tell her what?”

They both know what he should tell her. And he should really do it, but the idea that maybe just maybe she doesn’t feel the same way about him weighs a little too heavily on his chest. 

“I know you left school early but you’re not that dumb.” He pushes away from the counter and starts towards the belly of the house “Tell her.” 

He stays rooted to the tile for a little while longer. He has to tell her before she leaves, if only to get it off his chest. And now is the last moment he has before she’s gone for god knows how long. 

He takes a final deep breath before he pushes open the glass door. 

“Sleep alright?” 

She jolts, turning around to give him a only partially serious grimace “Nope.”

“No?”

“Some guy was lying on top of me all night and it felt like I was sleeping under a fucking rock?” She dips her finger into her coffee and flicks it at him “You’re heavier than you look.”

 Noah’s face warms at the thought.

He comes to meet her where she’s sitting. “You’re just way too comfortable.” 

He can see her smile out of the corner of his eyes. It’s faint and tight-lipped but it’s there. They stand quietly for a moment, Noah thinks it’s awfully domestic. His nails dig into the wood below. God he wishes this was over already. 

“Bee?”

She hums, signaling that she’s listening. 

“I’ve been thinking.” He starts. 

“About?”

He lets out a heavy sigh “Us.”

“Oh?” 

The way she says it makes his heart sink a little “Listen I know you said that one time that you’re happy to be on your own at the moment and really I’d be fine if it stays that way, but –” he’s never been good at this and right now he feels particularly bad, it’s easier to write the words down think about them some more later but he can’t do that now. 

“Fuck it.” he draws in another breath “I like you Bee. You’re- you make me feel so many fucking things and even if you don’t want this I had to tell you before you leave.” 

Her face falls a little “Noah.” 

“Trust me I tried to stop it, but you got me good.” 

“I leave tomorrow.”

“And I’ll be here when you come back.” 

She lets out a frustrated sigh and his heart fucking shatters. 

“I’m sorry Bee.” his fingers drum against the bannister “When you come back and you’ll still have me I can just be your friend.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Bee swings her legs over the bannister and hops off it with ease “You’re wonderful, really and it’s not that I don’t like you I- I’m just not in the right space for it. This project could be really big and I don’t know if I could do those two things justice at the same time.” 

He hates how reasonable she sounds. It makes sense and he knows it. Hell, they’ll be heading out on tour themselves in a couple of weeks. What’s worse is that Bee looks just as distraught as he feels. She brings her hand to the side of his face, her thumb gently swiping across his cheek with so much fucking affection that it somehow makes it all feel worse. 

“You have given me so much already and if this was any other time you’d have me without a doubt, but I want this to be right. We both deserve that.” She speaks softly “When I come back and we both still feel this way I’ll be waiting for that dinner invite.”

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“And please call me, okay? I don’t want you to become a stranger.” She carefully pulls him towards her to press a kiss to his cheek “I’m gonna ask Jolly to drive me home now. Take care of Barney for me.”

It’s bittersweet. There’s still the promise that they could be something after all, but it stings nevertheless. The touch of her hand against his cheek still burns when he hears the glass door slide shut and remains tethered to his spot long after he hears the car pull out of the driveway. 

The spot where she had kissed him still burns when she texts him that she’s at the airport now. His eyes find the black ball of fur that had settled into his desk chair. He’d been overjoyed when Bee had asked him to shelter the cat while she was away. A little bit of her had stayed with him after all. 

He doesn’t hear from her for the first week beyond a note that she’d landed and was on her way to the hotel she’d be staying at for a while. He keeps sending her updates of Barnabas, keeping her in the loop of what they got up to. Her replies are sparse at the best of times, but he knows that she’s busy. Somehow, he’d hoped that it would be easier. 

By the time the third week rolls around he dials down the updates. He’s busy with his own stuff with the tour coming up. He tries to call a couple of times, but he assumes that the time zones are all out of whack and they just perpetually miss each other's waking hours. It’s a bit over a month into her trip when he receives a notification that Bee posted something to her Instagram. He’d set up notifications for her account a while back, just in case. It’s a couple of group pictures. What stands out to him is the guy who has an arm tightly wrapped around Bee and the bright smile on her face. It punches the air out of his lungs. 

Bee calls a little later. He stares at the screen long enough for it to go to voicemail. She doesn’t leave one. There’s a text afterwards asking if he’s got time to call back. Noah says he’s busy. He isn’t. Unless one considers staring holes into the ceiling busy. 

He’s been fucking miserable. The more he tried not to think about what that guy meant to her the less it worked. That dumb voice in the back of his mind keeps telling him that she doesn’t care about him anymore and that if she comes back she won’t come back for him. And as much as he doesn’t want it to be true the guy is becoming a seemingly more fixed presence in her life. He’s never known her to be particularly active on any social media but since she’d left there’s a new post with shocking regularity. And that fucker is in more picutres than Noah would like him to be. He isn’t even sure that he has that many pictures of her. Not that he’s entitled to any of that, but it feels unfair. The one time he does let himself feel for someone it ends in shambles. 

She calls again later that night, but he genuinely misses that one. He calls back fifteen minutes later. 

“Hey stranger.” she lilts into the speaker. 

Her voice sends a shot of searing pain down his spine “Hey.” 

“How’re you. How’s your rehearsals going?” she sounds as if she doing something on the side and somehow that stings a little more than he’d like to admit. 

He draws in a deep breath “Good. It’s all going great.” he pauses for a moment “We’ve got some good shit for this tour.”

She hums appreciatively “That’s good. Barns doing good too?”

“He’s hogging my desk chair, I think he’s settled in quite alright.” 

The little chuckle that escapes her does very little to ease his worries “I hope he isn’t giving you too much trouble?” Noah finds the cat in his favourite spot “He’s been great. How’s your research going? Any big breakthroughs?” Noah flops back down on his bed. 

“It’s slow going…Ben and I have been working on this one section of the text that has been pretty stubborn.” she trails off into thought, before snapping up again “Have I told you about Ben? He’s working on his third doctorate and he’s only a year older than me.” 

She continues to talk about this asshole, but Noah stops listening at some point. The information that pours from her goes in one ear and out the other. Maybe it is right, this Ben is a lot closer to what she does and Noah will ever be. Sure, he can listen and try to understand the world she moves in, but at the end of the day he’ll always be outside of it. He is so far removed from the world she lives in, the academics she deals with every day are something he struggles to relate to. Noahs relationship with the education system had never been great. And for Bee it was the very basis of everything she did. At the very core their worlds were entirely different. 

Hearing her talk about this man who was much closer to what she did made it feel so much more final. 

“Oh…damn it…Noah I have to go we’re all getting lunch together and Ben’s just arrived.” she speaks quickly, suddenly in a rush “I’ll talk to you later.” 

She doesn’t call again. It hadn’t been said, but Noah knows that things won’t be the same when she comes back. The choked up feeling the thought leaves him with doesn’t disappear unless he drowns it. If the others notice they don’t say anything. He tries to keep it low enough so that it doesn’t disturb the band. It works for the most part. And when they leave for tour he doesn’t have much time to drink or think about Bee. In a way that’s good too. 

Near the end of the first run of shows, he gets a text from Bee, telling him that she’s picked up Barnabas and thanking him for taking care of him. He gives a courteous reply and leaves it at that. That night he takes a girl back to his hotel room, just to take his mind off her. It doesn’t work. When he catches a glimpse of her face all he sees is Bee, even though they’d never been intimate like that. He starts writing that night; about the fucked up jealousy in his heart, the messed up decisions he’d made. It’s a neat facade. A good face to put up so that the rest won’t know just how much it had actually shattered him. They don’t need to know that he’s made a fool of himself like this. 

When he comes back home the t-shirt of his she’d left with is washed and folded on his bed. It smells of clean detergent and fabric softener. 

[onbearfeet]

A Chaos Granny Walks Into A...

My mother is a dear, sweet church lady whose life ambition is to be The Best And Most Grandma. Occasionally, people wonder how she managed to raise a gleeful chaos gremlin like me. Do I take after my father, perhaps? Absolutely not; he's an authoritarian bully. I'm my mom's kid. Slightly more my grandma's kid, really, but yeah, very much Mom's. The thing to understand about sweet elderly church grandmas is that some of them are like that because they genuinely believe in all the social rules they follow, and some of them simply prefer to live that way anyway. Maybe they think they'll go to hell if they stop baking cookies for church every Sunday; maybe they just like baking cookies. Mom is (mostly) category two, albeit with some lifelong trauma layered on top.

So when my chaos randomly strikes her fancy, you will not find a more committed partner in the bit.

On this fine Saturday, my mom decided she needed to get her earlobes re-pierced because the holes had closed up from lack of use, and she wanted to wear pretty earrings to an upcoming wedding. Her original plan was to go to a jeweler in the mall, like she did 40-odd years ago, but I explained that thanks to deregulation and enshittification that's now a great way to catch a fun new kind of death plague, so let's maybe not. Instead, I told her, I would help her find a well-established local business with a spotless safety/hygiene record.

Yeah, I took her to a tattoo parlor. Because unlike Claire's, they have licensing requirements.

When Mom realized this was the plan, she was DEEPLY amused. And she just barely managed to hold in her giggles when we marched into the tattoo parlor side by side with nu-metal blasting on the sound system, the guy at the counter looked at me, I pointed at her, and my nearly 78-year-old mother loudly announced, "I need to get pierced!"

Amazingly, it took until she was back in the piercing room for anyone to ask me which of us had lost a bet. To which I replied, "What makes you think we didn't win?"

Anyway, she has lovely little sparkly studs now with surgical steel posts, and she's also learned the chorus to "Down With The Sickness", or as she calls it, "the loud monkey song".

[hanamiyama-basketball-club]

i want to know what piercings isami and smith would get, and what they would feel about them

Oh, this is an interesting one.

I have of course immediately hit a wall in that I said to handwave external reasons that someone wouldn't get a piercing; but "literally being in the military" feels like a big wall to completely ignore, or at least one that we'd be better off seeing if we can use as a ladder.

(Disclaimer: I don't know a ton about the military, but this is my question and I say rule of cool applies exactly as much as I want it to. I mostly looked up uniform requirements for the US Marines because that at least applies to one of them and probably the JSDF aren't that far off. I am calling this sufficient bc A. I'm only using it as vague guidelines anyway and B. I am too tired to attempt to understand that kind of formal rules language in Japanese and most Japanese military stuff in English has Bad Vibes.)

Smith, as we see him, doesn't really seem terribly interested in uniform regulations. I have to imagine he's gotten written up at one point or another by some exceedingly stodgy higher-up for wearing his tokusatsu t-shirts a little too close to base. (Though Ryoma didn't seem very strict about these things either, so maybe that's just what their unit is like.) So I have an easier time imagining he has a piercing and it's healed well enough that he can take it out when he needs to appear in full dress uniform. From a bit of googling, this seems like something male Marines often get away with as long as it's not like, gauges.

(Tangent: I skimmed what purported to be official regulations and apparently only female Marines are allowed to carry -- hold up google tells me as of 2019 umbrellas are now gender neutral https://www.npr.org/2019/11/07/777352792/marine-corps-revises-its-umbrella-policy go woke or get soaked)

(As of recently he could have a decent amount of tattoos too so long as they weren't on his face or hands or anything. I was about to say I hope he has a secret cool Sparkaiser and then I remembered we have seen them all incredibly naked. Nevermind. Maybe it's on his dick.)

Anyway I think he got his right earlobe pierced when he was a teen because he thought it was pretty cool. Maybe this was as close as he felt like getting to rebelling, though it probably felt hollow without parents to react to it anymore. He was born late enough to have missed schoolyard taunts about the "gay ear" and oblivious enough to not realize why older or more queer-history-aware people tend to nod thoughtfully at him. He doesn't swap the earring out much, though sometimes he attaches a charm to fidget with, something geometric and dangly. Mostly he just wears a tricolor gem trio, which looks sufficiently patriotic that most people leave him alone about it but in his heart it's Sparkaiser merch.

He would maybe get something else pierced if he thought it was cool enough, but he's pretty happy as is. Maybe after he gets back from being a robot he gets something else to ground him back in his physical existence again, or something that interacts with whatever weird sensory hangovers he has from having radar and built-in wifi. Like daith piercings for migraines. I said only one though so that means I don't have to decide any specifics.

Isami is more difficult.

I have a hard time picturing him with any kind of piercing at the start of the series. This guy seems to have changed into his dress uniform to go to the bar, he has no hobbies besides weight training. We never see him in civvies until, presumably, Bravern makes him that aloha shirt; you can't convince me he owned anything like that before. I don't know what reasons would make that Isami either decide to get a piercing or do it impulsively. (Which I imagine is why you asked.)

I can imagine him as a teen doing something like what I did when I was ten: going as far as ... well piercing in Japan is usually either done at the doctor or by getting a little self-piercing doohickey (only for lobes, hopefully), so not "standing nervously outside the Claire's for half an hour and then getting scared and going home" but close enough. Maybe he did try piercing his lobe, panicked thinking of The Permanence Of It All; how it didn't make him feel as immediately different and grown up as he thought it would, it just meant he had a hole where he didn't have a hole before, and maybe he did it wrong and it will get infected. So he immediately let it heal up again. (Which it did without a trace, so it wasn't permanent, obviously; but in that moment it felt very serious, because he was and is a very serious guy.)

I'm projecting massively onto both of them. That's allowed. Isami is hard to get a grasp on and I'm still working on it. We don't know much about him as a kid besides that he didn't find heroes compelling.

But being Big Bang seems to have loosened him up a bit, and he seems to have learned to take a chance and keep moving forward even if he doesn't know what's going to happen. I can imagine that Isami getting a piercing, somewhere on their world cruise. A way to commemorate everything that happened, to mark the break between his old cautious self and the one that smiles and cries when someone might see. A sanctifying of the body changed forever by the ultimate communion with Bravern. Something with gold jewelry, probably something simple like a barbell; somewhere he can still hide it under his dress uniform if he needs to, because he is still a very serious military man, but somewhere the right person might get to see the secret passion even he didn't know he had until recently.

In other words, my brain immediately went "oh he has a Prince Albert" and I'm trying to come up with any way that could possibly be true. Maybe he wanted to surprise Smith. (It did not work he still hasn't seen it got dammnit lewis smith get your shit together) Or at least nipples, that man spends enough time shirtless all of a sudden he should at least get to show off. He can put tape over it when he goes to the gym or something it's fine

[maximillien]

Hcs for Alberu

@elychee

Because I'm parched from the lack of fics for this fine, fine man.

- so caring. Towards his partner at the very least. He's very much in his crown prince/rude man persona with Cale and usually quite formal with the rest of the group.

- like caring? Attentive? Idk let's say you forget to have your lunch, or you're suddenly chilly. He's either 1) going to have lunch with you 2) ask the maids/butler to make lunch for you. Then for the latter he'll give you his coat, give you a warm mana stone, close the windows, or light a fire with his cool sexy magic.

- like literally, you couldn't ask for any better. He's the height of the height

- though he's very very VERY busy. You know, he's crown prince and all, he doesn't really have much time.

- but the moment he does have time, he is definitely using it with you.

- I hc him as being really curious and adventurous.

- as crown prince, he's never really had the opportunity to learn cooking for example, he was busy doing his duties (and surviving as a royal child)

- definitely into little cooking/baking dates. Would love to paint with you (will absolutely tap your shoulder to get your attention and then smudge a bit of paint on your nose).

- cooking, painting, walking together (hand in hand, pointing out different fauna and flora gOd wHEN???), definitely a cuddle bug

- he'll put a flower in your head or give you some

- definitely tthe type of guy to have a bouquet of flowers sent every day (he tries to give it in person in the morning, but if he can't he'll leave it with a note of the flowers meaning. So far you've gotten 'unconditional love' 'my everything' and stuff like that)

- haha, a little and big spoon. Pretty flexible though he definitely has a penchant for being held. Spoon him from the front, stroke his hair and whisper your love for him and he's Gone.

- and he's definitely touch starved.

- probably flinches away from touching in tte beginning on the relationship, cuz he's not really used to it (except from Tasha, but she's not always around), so it's something to gradually work into. But once he's used to it, honey you are not leaving his arms or his lips

- he's using any and I mean ANY excuse to kiss or hug you

- kiss/hug in the morning, in the evening, before and after dinner, before bath, if you're/he's leaving (even for like thirty minutes), on his breaks... you get the idea.

- he'll flash you a quick smile or he'll pout (yes, yes he will) and damn, yeah, you're a goner

- definitely runs warmer, a walking heating pack.

- he literally wears layers, my man has to be warm. So yes, you're hugging a warm (muscly, very nice muscles) bear.

- yes. Muscles. Hmmmmm his are sooo nice. Shall I rant about his muscles? I want to. Nice and firm. Really comfy though. If you watch him work out/spar, he'll fluster you on purpose, his sparring partner feels like a third wheel (except if you're the sparring partner, then honey, you are becoming a tomato)

- how tall is he?? Gimme a sec.* googles *He's 179cm. Honestly I'm pretty close to his height, but wether you're taller or shorter or the same height he'll love you anyways. If you're shorter, god you're so cute, he loves it so much. He will tease you no matter the height. Same height? Not much, but he definitely likes how he doesn't need to lean down/up. Taller? My god he is flustered. He lives for it. He LIVES for it. Will intentionally tease you.

- tease him. Yes. Do it. Even if you're shy. Do it. If he's been teasing you a while and you get a good one on him, oh man, he's a field of tomato's. Speechless, sweating, you've got him. Enjoy your tomatoberu.

- he'll love anybody no matter what they look like. Weight, height, hair or no hair, skin colour, nose, eyes, ears, piercings or tattoos, he does not CARE.

- sure, he'll have preconceived judgements when you first meet, but it's mostly based on your personality.

- once he gets to know you and actually fall in love, he'll love your everything

- interests, habits, favourite food, intolerances, health, what kind of person you are, what you think about.

- he wants to know it all. I bet that during his breaks, if he's not with you he's doing research on your hobbies to try them out himself.

- okay I want to try and talk about his type because Ely and I were talking about this (author-nim WHENNNNN)

- as aforementioned, whatever you look like or what your hobbies are, he does not careeee

- I'm talking about the type of people he'd be attracted to and the type of people he'd avoid.

- let's start

- I think if we're talking about a near love at first sight, it would be somebody calm and with a cool aura, who also isn't as 'crazy' as Cale and his group. he's got a lot of chaos in his life, so to have somebody calm and cool would definitely be a first attraction.

- if it's somebody more fun and outgoing, it'd take more time to trust you, but since it's a first meeting he'd come to slowly love that aspect of your personality. If you're chaotic like Cale and his group, he'd probably struggle at first but he'd come to love that outgoing, extravagant side of you.

- if you're really timid he won't trust you at first. To him it might be fake and you might be trying to get to him. But again, as he gets to know you, what actions you take, decisions you take, thoughts and plans, he'll come to love you and try to help you/protect you when he can. He loves it btw.

- he'd definitely fall in love with an open minded partner. I think that's an important quality to him, since dark elves are oppressed in TCF a partner who doesn't give the slightest fuck about his lineage is somebody he'd want to keep close. Like if you're racist and shit, nah my man, he won't like you at all lmao. He'll defo dislike you more than any pesky noble.

- wether you're politically inclined or not doesn't matter. Sure, he'd love to have a politically inclined partner, it'd be really helpful, but if politics aren't your forte, he's not gonna not fall in love with you. If you want to be a co-ruler by his side, you'll have to study politics though. He'll be your teacher if you want ;) (oh he'd be such a good teacher. Choose your rewards ladies, gents and fellow pirates).

- he'd go for somebody generous. Definitely. Somebody who thinks a lot about others, somebody who's thankful for what they have

- somebody who isn't really all that materialistic. Like yeah, maybe they like having stuff and buying a lot or being luxurious, but material things aren't the most important thing in their life.

- I don't think he gives a fuck about religious/spiritual inclination (or none if you're atheist) Same as your hobbies really, he'll be pretty interested and ask for more information.

-seriously, he loves learning new things. The more he gets the opportunity to learn, the more he'll take

- I think he'd be more inclined to a person with a positive outlook on life, though if you're trying to see the good in every situation he'll wonder if you've got a screw loose. If you're pretty pessimistic he won't not love you, but it won't be a first time attraction compared to the positive outlook person

- somebody caring. Not an empath to the max, though that's cool, but somebody who can try and see his point of view and care about him. He'll never admit it, I don't think he's even aware of his love for that trait, but once he realises you do care, his heart warms up. If you struggle with empathy, it won't be love at first sight, but over time he'll come to love you for it.

- somebody who'll step up to protect their loved ones. Though, if you struggle to do that, he'll totally understand (once you're in a relationship.) again, he'll be more inclined to fall I love faster with a person who's protective.

- he's also more inclined to fall in love faster with somebody who's not scared to share or voice their opinion. If you struggle, as a couple he'll hold your hand a stroke it. He'll be your rock if you struggle. And if you don't, then you have a husband In the background who's holding your drink and happily thinking 'that's my spouse' as you verbally beat people up.

- strength isn't something he's firstly attracted to, but dear god, if you're strong, that will be such a fluster for him as he slowly realises he's in love.

- somebody who remembers the little things. His favourite drink, the time he goes to bed, fav colour, food etc etc. He'll always return the favour and remember things about you.

- I think he'd love receiving acts of service and verbal love (ugh I forgot), and physical touch

- his is gift giving, quality time and physical touch.

- if you're a fellow period haver, I already have hcs

Anyways, the sweetest, coolest, sexiest man alive, I need him, I want him.

[cryptidsurveys]

Wednesday, October 23rd, 2024.

Would you rather visit The Eiffel Tower or the Egyptian Pyramids? I would be much more interested in visiting the Pyramids.

Would you be surprised if your most recent ex called you tonight? I probably wouldn't even answer because don't pick up numbers I don't recognize.

Do you need to lose or gain weight? I still need to gain a little bit of weight. I don't know exactly what I weigh (I haven't checked since sometime around February or March of this year), but going with an estimate based on that, I'm about 1 BMI point below normal. Obviously, I might need to gain more than that to feel my best, but we'll just see how things go.

Do you think you have a disorder but haven’t been properly diagnosed yet? No. In fact, I'm approaching a point where at least some of my previous diagnoses could be removed. I still struggle to an extent, but perhaps no longer at a "clinical" level.

What is the population of the city you live in? Approximately 111,000.

How many pairs of jeans do you own? I have a few pairs of jeans. Most of them are stuffed away in storage and I basically never wear them, but I do have a dark gray pair that I should wear more often…

When did you last vacuum your room? Monday afternoon.

Have you ever put on or lost a significant amount of weight? Both. I've relapsed and "recovered" and relapsed and "recovered" from my eating disorder since I was 14. "Recovered" is in quotes because even though I would put on some weight, the mental side of things was never fully resolved. I'm in a pretty stable place now, though. I've been through some things over the past year(ish) that would have had me running right back to old habits, but aside from a few dips, it's been a mostly upward trend. At least when it comes to the foreseeable future, I really can't see myself returning to the way I was. The desire is still there, but I don't want to give up the life I've created for myself for something that would be comparatively miserable.

On a scale of 1-5, how often do you curse? Maybe 2-3. It also depends on who I'm around.

What is the worst thing you’ve ever smelled? Probably dog shit. At the end of the day, we have to go around and empty all the trash cans at the shelter, and the dog poo cans are especially potent. Skunk spray is a close second. Yesterday, a woman brought in a kitten that seemed to have been sprayed. It's currently being housed in one of the bathrooms, and even though the smell isn't that strong, it's still not pleasant.

What’s your favorite social media platform? YouTube, Instagram, and Tumblr.

Name someone with brown eyes. Liv.

Do you know what your next injection will be? I have no idea.

Does anyone call you darling? If so who? No.

If you had to have a cartoon character tattooed to you what would it be? Maybe the Aristocat kittens. :')

You have to dye your hair two colours, what do you choose? Black and blood red. I would also consider doing something with pastels, but I can't decide on the colors.

If you could, would you look at your future self? No. I might see myself doing well and that would be a comfort, but what if I saw myself doing poorly? As difficult as it can be, I'd rather just deal with that unknown.

Who was your first serious relationship? I'm not sure who to count as my first serious relationship.

If you had to cut a parent out of your life who would you cut out? My mom. I don't want to cut her out of my life, but if push came to shove, then I would much rather have my dad around.

If you had to get a piercing right now what would you get done? Probably another lip piercing. I've had other piercings before (both eyebrows, bridge, and ears), but those didn't do well.

Who is the number 1 person/thing in your life? My dad and my cats (if it's okay to count cats as people in this case). As for a thing, volunteering.

What are two things you wish you never did? I don't know. I do have regrets and some of them are rather painful, but I try to look at them as lessons learned the hard way.

Would you rather have three personal wishes or world peace? Ahh fvck it. World peace. I might not care much about the world as it is (blah blah blah I'm going to die in 50 years and none of this will matter blah blah blah), but if I was presented with a magical opportunity to improve it for everyone, then I would probably take it.

What were/is your high school colors? One was red and white and the other was gold and white.

When someone sneezes, do you say “Bless you,” or “God Bless you?” Typically "bless you." But sometimes my dad will get to sneezin' up a storm and I'll just be like: blessin's, bleezin's, sneezus, my condolences, etc.

Do you ever look at someone cute, and automatically make a move? No.

What are two things you are excited to do in the near future? Lunch with my mom at Chili's. She's picking me up soon, so I might not have time to finish this survey before she does. Also, Halloween at the animal shelter. It falls on a Thursday, which is normally one of my days off, but I'm thinking of going in anyway and taking Friday or Saturday off instead. Oh, and I know this only asks for two things, but I'm also looking forward to going to the Mountain Park tomorrow. I'm so glad my dad and I have turned it into an almost weekly thing.

Do you live in a house, apartment, or another type of arrangement? A house.

Are you one of those people who like to spell out numbers? It depends.

Who was the last person (if anyone) you said Happy Birthday to? Brianna, a woman who works at the animal shelter. She had her birthday just a little bit ago.

Do you have Photoshop? If so, how often a day do you use it? I don't.

Do you watch any shows that you know your parents wouldn’t approve of? My mom might not approve of some of the political stuff I watch.

Do you plan your meals in any way? I pretty much eat the same things day in and day out with relatively little variation, but there's still some planning that goes into it. I have to buy the ingredients, etc.

Were you in the scouts when you were young? Yeah.

How many people could sleep in your home? (Not counting floor space; beds and couches only) Depends on how squished you want them to be.

Have you ever made a hole-in-one at mini-golf? I don't recall.

What genre was the last song you listened to? Who provided the vocals? Classical. There were no vocals.

If an ex said they hated you, what would you say? Idk.

What would you do if you found out your most recent ex was in a relationship? Last I knew, they were in a relationship.

Truthfully, is there someone you used to date that you miss? Yeah. There are two people I miss. I wouldn't want to reconnect, but…y'know. They still have a place in my heart.

If you could go forward in time and see your life 5 years from now, what would you hope to see? Hopefully even healthier, working at the animal shelter, possibly living in my own apartment…

Who came over last? My mom. I just got back from the lunch outing I mentioned above.

Has one of your friends ever tried to “hook you up?” No.

What is your card game of choice? I don't have one.

What is your favourite books series? It's not exactly a series, but books by Joshua Cutchin. I think I've read all but his most recent release.

If you eat oatmeal, do you add water or milk to it and what’s your favorite flavor? Most of the time, I just add water. I also use plain oatmeal more often than not and just flavor it with other things (peanut butter, fruit, chocolate syrup, etc), but as far as flavored packets go, probably brown sugar & cinnamon or peaches & cream.

Was the last video you watched on YouTube a music video and if not, what was it of? It was "Varsity Boos! Homecoming Haunts and School Spirits" by Belief Hole.

Has anyone you know personally ever won the lottery and if so, how much did they win and would you or have you ever played the lottery? No.

What was the last thing someone has sincerely thanked you for? I'm not sure.

What band, celebrity, etc. do you know the most information about and who would you like to learn more about? I know nothin 'bout nothin. I can't really think of anyone I want to learn more about either.

[theoddcatlady]

The Dangers of Tattoos

Out of the nine guys at Dillan’s bachelor party, I’m the only one left alive. And I don’t know how much more time I have.

Dillan was a friend from my highschool days. We weren’t close, but we hung out when all our other friends were busy. I was happy to hear he was getting hitched to his girl Heather, they were good for each other. When he asked me to join him and a few of the other guys for drinks, I happily accepted. One last crazy night before he said I Do.

We’d all gotten pretty buzzed when Mickey threw out this brilliant idea:

‘We should all get tattoos!’

I’d never gotten a tattoo before, but I was probably one of two guys who hadn’t in the group. Mickey in particular was covered in ink, full sleeves on both arms and he had proudly shown off the progress made on one over his ribs- the inked outline of a Kraken. He and his artist were going to start putting in color in two months.

Like I said, I’d never been inked, but I was in awe. And to my drunk brain, getting a tattoo with the guys sounded fantastic. And whadya know, just down the street there was a parlor.

Unfortunately, they didn’t tattoo people who weren’t sober. The guy was incredibly patient, just pointing to the sign and saying if we wanted to get a tattoo after our hangovers, he’d happily help us out. The only one to get cranky about this was Derek, Mickey ended up dragging him out by the ear as the idiot cussed out the artist. Yeah, the artist said that all of us would get inked if we wanted except for Derek. Genius move, Derek.

When we were all on the street again, talking about getting more drinks, that’s when she just… appeared.

I didn’t hear her walk up, although I’m not sure how, she had heels that could put a man’s eye out. The only reason we even knew she was there was because she cleared her throat. I whipped around and she was like two inches behind me, way too much in my personal space for me to be comfortable. I yelped and slipped on some slush, landing on my ass. Everyone laughed but she just sighed and helped me to my feet.

She was wearing a puffy green coat and black skinny jeans, but even with her skin mostly covered I could see ink on her neck. Half her head was shaved and I saw three piercings in her exposed ear, not to mention the several on her face- eyebrows, septum, lips, this girl had it all.

“So, Phillips says you’re too drunk?” She grinned and chuckled pleasantly. “I’m Lacey. Come on, I’ll take you to my shop. I think I can work something out.” She turned around and started walking down the street.

Mickey whistled. “… She’s so fucking hot,” He murmured.

“You hear her though? Tattoos, man! Plan’s back in action!” Derek whooped and took off down the street after her.

Sober I realized how sketchy this was, but drunk me was just excited to get a tattoo. So I followed the herd. Like a moron.

The girl led us down a few side streets and took so many turns there is no way I could find my way back. But finally she led us down the side of a building and down a set of stairs to a metal door with one word stamped on it:

‘Coven’

“Come on in, boys,” She grinned and opened the door.

It actually wasn’t nearly as sketchy looking inside. I expected no ceiling, maybe one chair that reeked of mildew, but it was a legit tattoo shop. Pictures were all over the walls of the shop’s previous works, and there was another woman with firetruck red hair and huge gauges in her earlobes texting away in one of the leather chairs.

“Hey, Barb, we got customers,” The woman shrugged off her coat and threw it on the rack, revealing that she was only wearing a tank top and yeah- she was covered in ink. From the chin down it was just a myriad of pictures.

“Kay, Lacey,” Barb got up and glanced over. “Sooo, y’all gonna be matching or…”

I glanced over at Dillan, who nodded. “I’m getting married in two days, we’re just out partying!” He said, trying to sound bold.

Barb just smirked. “Cute. All right, I’ll take the bachelor, Lacey, mind taking the shrimpy guy? I think he’s a fainter,” She nodded at me and I was offended but only had a moment for that because Lacey grabbed my hand and yanked me to the chair.

She took a seat next to me and smiled, and I suppose she was quite pretty, although I wasn’t sure how old she was. “It’s gonna be fine, dude. Your first tattoo?” She asked. I heard Barb talking with Dillan quietly about what he wanted everyone to get.

I nodded. “Yeah. Never been really into them, but why not, right?” If I really regretted it, I’d just get it lasered away, I reasoned.

“Just remember to breathe,” She looked up at Barb, “Did he decide?”

Barb nodded and lifted a pic in the air of a symbol that looked like two triangles next to each other, a dot in the middle. Lacey giggled.

“Oh, love that choice! All right, buddy, where do you want it?”

I chose my upper arm. After that, everything kinda blurs together. I don’t even remember pain, I just remember stumbling out the door feeling kinda nauseated and trying to get an Uber.

I woke up the next morning, my arm hurt like hell, and I had fifteen missed calls from the guys last night and twenty one texts in the group text. Although my head was pounding, I managed to make out the point-

‘Dude, where tf is Mickey?’

‘his girlfriend said mickey didn’t make it home last night did any of you see where he went’

‘GUYS THERE WAS AN ACCIDENT LIKE TWO BLOCKS FROM COVEN DUDE GOT PANCAKED BY A SEMI TRUCK’

‘What the FUCK was it Mickey’

‘they literally cannot tell who it was the guy was in pieces’

Jesus Christ. My arm ached and I didn’t even know where to start with these texts. I popped some pain meds and called Dillan. He didn’t answer, so I tried Derek. When there was no answer, I had a bad feeling starting to form in my stomach.

After two more calls I got a response from one of the guys I barely knew, Toby. He was Dillan’s cousin and was just in the state for the wedding.

“Hey man, I’m sorry for calling so early-” I was cut off by Toby quite quickly.

“I was starting to think you fucking dropped off the edge of the earth, dude! You okay?”

I groaned. “Maybe? Tattoo hurts, but that’s normal I think. Was the guy last night Mickey?”

“I think they managed to ID him from some of the tattoos… I’m sorry man, I know he was a friend, I didn’t really know him but… god.” I heard Toby quietly gag. “From what I understand, he was just smashed. The driver said it was like an explosion, guy’s gonna need some therapy. Um, wedding’s today, are you going to-”

“Hell no.” I felt two seconds from hurling. “I don’t wanna upchuck on the bride and I didn’t really get an official invite. You have a good time.”

I hung up and ran to the toilet to puke my guts up. I swore I was never going to get that drunk again as I crawled back into bed with a bottle of water to sip from.

I woke up again about an hour later to my phone going off. I managed to grab it and answer it on the fourth ring.

“Hello-”

“We fucked up! Holy shit, I think I’m gonna be sick again, oh my god, oh my god-”

I could barely recognize the voice as Derek, he sounded so hysterical. “Slow down, what the fuck happened?” I said as I sat up.

“… Dillan blew up.”

My immediate response was to snicker.

“What are you saying? Did he open his mouth to say I do and blew chunks all over Heather’s face?”

“No, I’m saying that Dillan opened his mouth to say I do and literally fucking exploded.”

I laughed again, although it was forced this time. “Really funny dude. What the fuck are you talking about?”

The next thing I heard was Dillan start to sob. Like, legitly bawl his eyes out. The bad feeling from earlier returned ten fold.

“He’d… he’d been complaining about his tattoo all morning, it was getting itchy, and Toby just said it was healing, so just don’t touch it. Middle of the ceremony, he just opened his mouth before his eyes just bugged out and he grabbed his chest… and that’s all she wrote. It was like someone set off a bomb. Blood and guts just. Everywhere. Heather passed out, Toby took off running and when I went to go find him, it was the same thing. Blood everywhere. Oh my god, we’re going to fucking die. Those bitches put a curse on us or something, we’re all gonna fucking die!”

I looked down at my arm and slowly peeled off the bandage covering my tattoo. It looked innocent enough. Just a few simple black lines.

I heard Derek gasp.

“I… I don’t feel so good, it’s getting really itchy…”

I heard a gurgle before Derek screamed, only to be cut off by a disturbingly wet splatter and the phone dropping to the ground.

I ran to the bathroom to puke again.

I tried calling all the other guys. Only two picked up, Mark and Reece. Mark had been at the wedding and seen the whole damn thing, Reece had been sick in bed like I was and had slept through all the phone calls and texts. We agreed to meet up at Reece’s place.

I sorta knew Mark, we had a single class together when we went to highschool, but I only met Reece last night. I rolled up my sleeve to show off my tattoo, which had yet to itch but every little twitch had me thinking ‘this is it, I’m gonna go kaboom’.

We all sat in Reece’s kitchen while Reece was messing around with something on the counter. Mark legitimately whimpered as he showed off his tattoo on his chest. My blood ran cold when I realized the ink itself was starting to turn crimson. “I think it’s like a timer, the closer to red, the closer to… oh god, we’re so fucked,” He said, running his hand through his hair.

“You’re not going to fucking die,” Reece said, turning around. I yelped as I saw a knife in his hand.

“Jesus Christ, what are we doing with that?” I asked.

“Not we, you two.”

Reece sighed as he pulled down the neck to his turtleneck to show off the damned tattoo. “Listen, if it’s the tattoo making us blow up, then just get rid of the tattoo. I don’t know if I can skin my neck without actually killing myself, but you two stand a chance.” He sat down and continued sharpening the kitchen knife. “I’ll help you first, Parker. You’ll probably scar, but this means you won’t be dead, right?”

I swallowed as I stared at the sharp knife before I shook my head. “Shouldn’t you do Mark first?” I asked.

“I think we still have time, and I’ll feel better if I fuck up on your arm than I would if I accidentally stabbed Mark in the chest.” He gestured for my arm. “Faster we do this, the faster it’s over with. Gimme your arm.”

Jesus Christ, I felt time stop as I slowly offered my arm to this stone faced guy. Reece positioned the knife just above the tattoo before the knife went down.

The worst pain lit up every nerve on my arm and I screamed. Mark had to hold me down as Reece to slice off my skin to stop me from accidentally punching Reece. It was like someone was burning me alive.

I passed out sometime during this and when I woke up, I was surrounded by blood.

Not my blood, both Reece’s and Mark’s. Sometime when I was unconscious, they’d both blown up. It was like someone stuck them in a blender and then splattered them all over the walls. Even their clothes were in tiny little bits.

And to make matters worse, the tattoo isn’t gone. It’s penetrated all the way through my skin to my muscle… maybe even my bone.

I can’t tell how much longer I have, but I’m not going out without a fight. I’m sharpening more knives, I got some vodka out of Reece’s kitchen and I’m prepping myself for what I have to do. I will probably die doing this, but I will definitely die if I don’t do this.

If the tattoo is on my arm, then I guess my arm will just have to go.

[zesty-goblin-trash]

Part two of my goblin-self doll update!

Thar be walls of text ahead, ye have been warned.

Right, so. Bods all good to go now. For the head, I actually wanted to try and just fit the new goblin style ears over the original ears on Draculaura's Sculpt. This didn't end up working, but I spent a stupid amount of time trying to make the 3D file of the ears have a cavity that would fit the original ears inside em. It wasn't for nothing though, cause during all that I ended up also adding the holes for the tunnels/plugs and making tiny jewelry to 3D print. It's kinda hard to see em right now since both the ears and the jewelry are made with the clear resin, I think these look much better than my first goblin-self who just had holes drilled out after the fact with slivers of rolled pop cans as the tunnels.

I also adjusted one ear to be more curled into itself because I actually have 2 very distinctly different ears in real life. Kinda ironically the doll that should have exaggerated features has ears that are less noticeably different than I do lmao

Side note that it's actually one of the few features I really like about myself. I should really take a photo while my hair is still short AF to show it 😅 But my right ear is the spitting image of what my dad's ears were, flatter overall and it sticks out more. Where as my left is my mom's, closer to my head with a more pronounced ridge. Fun facts lol

Anyway!

While I was fussing with all that on the computer and during the body dying, I was trying to ever so slightly shrink the dolls head in acetone. I didn't want to actually shrink the head, I just wanted to stiffen up the vinyl. I've seen a number of doll artists shrink the heads of their dolls to make the proportions more normal and it also hardens up the vinyl significantly. I think that this is why I kept having the line between the Apoxie Sculpt and the vinyl on my first head.

I don't think I let the head soak long enough in the end, but I was really worried about the head shrinking significantly. It was hard to tell when to take it out of the acetone/water mix since it swells to twice the normal size while soaking and then as it dries the vinyl shrinks back down. But it felt a bit more resistant to me squishing it so at least there is that?

I've since decided that I'm not going to sculpt the jaw out to be more like my real face. While Draculaura certainly has a much smaller chin than I do, I think that the features are close enough that I'm fine with it. Her nose is different than mine in a way I can't really resculpt anyway, so I'm just going to chalk that up to goblin features!

So now we're pretty much caught up to the current point of progress! The ears have been printed and attached, still using some Apoxie Sculpt to blend the connection in to the head. I also used a very thin layer to cover the holes from the factory hair plugs, creating a nice smooth skull shape! Or so I hope 😅

Since taking those photos I've added a couple of other details with some puffy paint that I hope will create subtle raised parts for piercings and a rather prominent scar on my chest. I've also tried to sculpt the cheeks a little bit by strategically sanding them. I'll have to compare to those photos cause I really dont think it did much. I got the needed layers of MSC sprayed and now she's ready for her base coat of primer and green skin!

Hopefully next time you hear about this doll, she'll be green and getting tattoos!

[kxmpfflieger]

canvas 🫶 for the 24th

THE ENTIRE 24TJH... alright ough i wont fail you

canvas: Does your OC have any scars, piercings, tattoos, or other markings? Do they display or cover them up at all?

Percy Baby boy doesn't really have scars as it stands, but his hands are rough and they have some healed scars. Since his entire body is entirely covered in freckles though, the scars get kinda lost in his complexion. The skin on his hands is rough, similarly to the skin on his knees. Up until the day he joined the RFC, Percy was working around in his family's farm, so its a byproduct of years of manual labour.

Christian Similar enough to Percy, since they both used to work around in their respective farms. His knuckles are rough, there was a point in his life where he threw a lot of punches. My silly headcanon is that Christian would have his ears pierced and black painted nails in a modern AU lmfao. Neither Percy nor Christian care for their little scarred hands. It's just something they got from their day-to-day life.

Orlando This guy's hands are smooth like a baby's. Well, all of his skin is. His skin heals pretty well so nothing really remains, even if he has gotten some cuts in the past (mostly from fencing). His upper body is covered in little beauty marks though, mostly on his chest and back. Orlando's index finger has the tiniest of dents on the skin there, because of the copius amounts of writing he has done in his life.

Webster Rough little hands with some cuts!! He has a few freckles on his face and shoulders, but other than his hands, his skin is smoooth. He's done his fair share of labour in his youth. Webster has some beauty marks and birthmarks on his body but they're not really visible when his clothes are on. I love this little guy sm I'm sure he'd have sleeve tattoos or back tattoos in a modern au.

Atkins Besides the obvious (missing tooth), the little rascal has scars all over his body, but mostly in places that arent visible; knees, ankles, elbows, shoulders, they're all over the place. Frequent causes; shovings, punchings, falling over. Name any British-on-British violence you can come up with, and he has endure it. But, funnily enough, he shares the same little index finger dent that Orlando has. In a modern AU, Atkins would have a really shitty or meme tattoo somewhere on his body, either because of a bet he lost or he woke up with it randomly one day with no recollection of it getting there.

Enfield Enfield's skin is rough all over, for no particular reason. its just how he be. He has some scars on his lower abdomen, on the sides of his body. Bayonette cuts, and a bullet wound that has healed over. Nothing else besides that.

Bancroft Smooth skin, rough hands combo. All his scars are covered up by his clothes, which are mostly on his legs; cuts and scrapes, both visible and faint. He's got some light scarring on his hands (his fingers mainly) but they're well healed, you need to be looking at them close to notice (also he wears his gloves all the time so good luck with that). Bancroft is not particularly ashamed of them, but hes not really comfortable showing them off either, he makes effort to conceal them.

Shelby Where do I even begin with Shelby lmfao. His body has scars all over; shoulders, back, lower stomach, chest, arms, his right leg, and that signature red eye and scar. All of them gained at the same instance, minus a cut on his right bicep. Besides that, his skin is smooth, even in the spots where he's injured. I can envision Shelby with tattoos in a Modern AU, maybe a sleeve or a lower arm tattoo that he got in his youth without thinking too much about it. He would probably also have pierced ears too, but whether he'd maintain them or the piercings would be old and healed/closed, I'm not sure haha.