#//I changed it to preschool just so the kid would talk more and stuff

[ofginjxints]

closed starter for @gcddamnvampire based on (x)

Maisie had talked about nothing but her new best friend at pre-school. It had been quite a while since she had really shone, and Owen was keen to meet the person who had brought it out of her. He made it to the front door and she was already bounding over to him, practically skipping over towing along her 'friend'.

"Hello sweetheart, how was your day?" He had gotten to his knees and taken her into a hug. "And who is this?" He looked upwards towards them, though more than happy for his daughter to introduce them, of course.

[thesharktanksdriver]

A wish for a happy life (romantic)

The Readers gender I’ve tried to leave ambiguous

This is being made when there’s only 4 episodes out (and I haven’t yet seen them all) so there may be inaccuracies to stuff later revealed but who cares!

I got inspiration to write this after seeing @ice-cream-writes-stuff bucchigiri fic that you can find here. Please check it out

There need to be more fanfics for this show pleaseeeeee 🙏🏻

To say you were a handful as a child was an understatement

From the moment you could remember anything your knuckles were always bruised and bloodied

Bruises littering your arms like medals of a successfully won fight

Tousled hair and busted lips

Glowering and prideful eyes daring someone to be next

Fighting was almost as natural as breathing to you back then

Speaking with your fists to get across the message of not being messed with as playground bullies ran off

Violence was all you knew as a way to get attention

Crying and begging for the orphanage attendants or preschool teachers to listen was for naught

They brushed it off

Crying was white noise

But the yelling and sounds of an arm being broken on school property was heard loud and clear

On all accounts you should’ve ended up as a delinquent

For hells sake you even started a gang at some point

On all accounts you were Someone on the “wrong” path in life fated to be some lowlife scum

It was expected of you by just about every grown up

Even looking at yourself in the mirror, busted and broken you knew how you’d likely end up

You didn’t want that but what choice did you have?

You wanted to be loved, to be seen, to have a happy life

But fate didn’t seem to have that cut out for you

…at first

But despite it all

You changed

And it all started with a woman own a small Chinese restaurant and her son

Despite your track record

The scornful look on your lips and gritted teeth as the other children lined up to be picked as you sat off to the side

That kind woman and her son saw you

The kid off to the side

The unwanted

The “trouble child”

And despite the fact they should’ve picked one of the more well behaved kids they chose you

Arajin often talks about the look on your face that day

The pure disbelief

Shock

Confusion

And most of all the tears

The expression of finally being seen for the first time in your life without having to quite literally pummeling it into someone

Your expression remained that when they brought you home

A room already made for you and left for you to eventually decorate how you want

That night laying in your new bed you vowed you’d change

You’d put your life on track

Not only for yourself but for your new family

Arajin (platonic)

Arajin can removed with a whole heart the first time he met you

It was before bringing you into the family

He was training with Matakara at the time as some older kids from some gang showed up

They were probably gonna rough them up

Arajin was ready to fight when suddenly someone beat them to the punch

“Oi! You fucking meatheads I told you to leave civ’s alone!” You stood there, a scowl on your face as the others cowered. Your eyes turned to him and Matakara, sympathy flashing through the hardened eyes of steel and diamond. The unspoken words of “I’m sorry” in them.

After that he saw you around town

Never going up to you but watching in curiosity

Maybe once upon a time he’d see you like any other punk

But that day changed something

There was compassion in your eyes

Even compassion in the way you seemed to fight for others without admitting it

He could see at heart you were a good person

Someone who fought for others because no one fought for them

He didn’t know why you did what you did until he and mom ended up at that orphanage

And in the back he saw you there

To the side with a resented sadness

Knowing you would never be picked

Never be loved

Never have a good life

His eyes connected with yours and he swears he sees them widen in that moment

You were seen

You were chosen

You could have a good life now

That night he remembers your silent sobs of joy in the next room over

The next morning he design comment on your reddened eyes and neither does mom

Both just focus on how you eat with a smile

Still a little jittery as if wondering if this was real

He pats your shoulder to remind you it is

In the months following he can’t help but smile when noticing your room grow with things of your interest

The way you seem to find clothes that properly fit you

The way in which you talk with him while cooking with mom

You grow with him

Hang out with Matakara who welcomes you with open arms

When he becomes interested in base you save up your buy him one for his birthday and when it comes yours he does the same bit with a drum set

In every way possible Arajin sees you change for the better

Perhaps your temper never went away but you know how to handle it now

Use it for good

Use it without lashing out wildly

He sees that you help mom out, call her mom too

You call him Ara, call him your brother

In every way possible you look out for him as best you can

When he looses his old physique and dream you take the place of protector instead

No matter the situation you step up for him even if his idiotic actions lead to his ass being beaten

You love him like he’s actually your brother

And he loves you the same

When moving back to the graffiti covered hometown you both were born in he can’t help but see your nervous

It’s easy to tell for him since he sees past your stoic facade

Your hands fidget

Eyes glancing from place to place

Breath getting heavy

When your shared teacher talks about the class he sees your hands fidget once more

For so long you’ve protected him

And in the moment your both in front of the class he protect you

He introduces you by his nickname for you

Your stoic face breaking a little with gratitude before he immediately sits down beside a cute girl in the back of the class

You aren’t surprised, damn horny teenage boys

The sentiment of what he did thought resonates with you though

Much more than you’d ever admit to your stupid little sleez of brother

That girl he’s looking at with goo goo eyes is trouble (also vaguely familiar)

But you’d be damned if he’d get his asskicked if you weren’t there to save him

…….later on when he ends up in a temple almost completely naked and ends up shooting both himself and you with two old ass guns you almost give him the ass kicking of the century

But fortunately for him you don’t

But unfortunately for the both of you two beings appear instead

“Ara, when we get home I’m kicking you in the ass for shooting me in the stomach”

“Just don’t kill me before I lose my virginity”

“God your a degenerate”

Senya and Astḗr (platonic)

The two Majin appear from a burst of smoke swirling smoke of red’s and purples

Two magical beings demanding to know what both your and your brothers wish was

The Majin your brother was granted is much more intimidating in nature than yours who leisurely relaxes on a cloud

Their much more and lithe androgynous appearance paired with an elegant and sly smile

Whilst Senya pokes at Arajin for being a wimp, Astḗr stares at you with interest in their golden eyes

A curious expression on their face as they examine your glare of both fear and defence

A lavender tinged hand reaches out

Your frozen in fear

And then-

“Kyaaa!! You’re such an adorable human!” The Majin wraps their arms around you, choking you in a massive hug as the other lightly laughs at their behaviour. “Ah! Mind my manners! I’m Aster, now what’s your wish?”

“Huh?…w…what?”

“What’s your wish?”

“My wish?…” you think it over for a moment before a memory plays in your head as you one night watched a shooting star “I wish happy life”

The Majin grins at that, “as you wish”

And then Arajin wishes to lose his virginity which makes you and the two Majin stare at him in both shock and disbelief

Before you them rightfully punch Arajin in the head for both shooting you and wasting a wish for literally anything in the world

Meanwhile both Majin laugh their metaphorical asses off

The Majin are only seen by you and Arajin despite Ara trying to get others to see the two

Despite the fact that you had a mental breakdown when first meeting Senya and Astḗr you become quickly used to their presence

Senya is the more battle hungry of the two, enthusiastically asking you of your past experiences once hearing you had your fair share

Despite his initial impression he seems to be quite a fun guy

He even has an almost puppy like expression at times when you explain new human things as Aster listens with a look of amazement

Speaking of Aster your Majin is seemingly the youngest

Apparently their first time even experiencing the human world

Senya has granted wishes a couple times within the span of few centuries but Aster is doing it for the first time

It leaves Senya looking on like a big brother as Aster engages with you with enthusiasm

You soon realize though that your wish for a happy life was soon much more complicated than you initially wishes

“Aster why am I seeing shojo anime sparkles?!?”

The Majin giggles “well you said you wanted a happy life right! Well I watched some of those shows your mom was watching and some fairytales and well…they seem to be living a really happy life! Plus you used to live here right? Whats more happy and romantic than reuniting with your old friends!”

As much as you like Aster your gonna strangle them

Mahoro (romantic)

The girl your brother is listing after and sits beside seems worryingly familiar to you

Even she seems to notice this as she looks your way as Ara is too love stricken to notice she’s looking behind him

It’s so odd

She rings a bell in your head yet you can’t place a finger on it

Until it’s after school and you end up at a small stationary shop selling cute stuff

Even back in your delinquent days you had a soft spot for cute stuff

It was a secret you hid in the depths of your soul for your reputation

Except to two people in particular

One of which who you gifted a small my melody keychain to match your kuromi one

In that small store you pick out the cutest stuff of your dreams without any hesitation you used to have

By the time you leave your bag is filled to the brim

It’s there you bump into that pretty girl

She looks at you with big pink eyes

And it’s there passing her you notice her my melody phone charm

It’s there you realize it’s “Mai-chan” as you used to affectionately call her

The only person you felt comfortable in talking about your love for cute things

Back in the day she used to have the biggest crush on you

She’d follow you around and cling to you like a stray puppy and glaring at anyone in a 3 feet radius

She even had the gull to argue with her big bro about being to close to you

In retrospect maybe a little obsessive but at the time she was one of the few you felt…soft with plus it was probably just puppy love

Around everyone you had to be ready for a fight

You were the ruthless leader of a gang after all

You couldn’t have to to just simply sit down and enjoy something like Sanrio

Someone but yourself to put bandaids and wrap your bruised knuckles

But with her you let your guard down

She was someone you could simply be you with

And because of that, because you were her shield and someone who would genuinely listen to her

You could simply be you and she could be herself without people just perceiving her for her looks

When you were adopted though you cut contact for everyone’s sake

Because how would she feel if she saw you were a completely different person

In some sense you were ashamed

In another you thought it was best for anyone to know

When you leave the shop she stares at the kuromi merchandise you bought

Distantly you hear her nickname for you but you pretend to ignore it

When Ara asks about his prospects with his “sweet Mahoro-chan~” you can’t help but sigh

She’s doing that old habit of luring guys in for her brother to beat up since you won’t do it anymore

You tried to warn Ara but you assume you’ll have to step in personally when the time comes

“Oni-chan! I think I saw them again! And they’re hanging out with some boy! You know what that means!”

Matakara (romantic)

The moment you stood up for him and Arajin as kids he looked up to you

Despite the fact you were the leader of those kids you clearly had morals

Even watching your fights against other kids he noticed you were honourable

And that’s something that stuck with him

Sure, it didn’t take much for you to bloody your knuckles but you didn’t play dirty

You fought fair

Sure maybe you were rough around the edges but he saw in you like Arajin a kindness

One that was on display that day and even more so when you were taken in

He didn’t know you for very long until you and your family moved but when he did it was something he’d never forget

You were more kind at heart than he imagined

When he an Arajin would train you’d alway cheer them on and have celebratory snacks ready

When he pushed himself to the limit of got hurt you’d patch him up

Washing his scrapes and putting cute little bandaids on them

He was heartbroken when you left and as were you

So it’s a surprise when he suddenly sees Arajin again

And by extension that means your back too

When you both run into each other again your much more happy than Arajin

In fact his men can hardly believe it when he’s suddenly tackled hugged by you

Never can he but he then spins you around in pure joy

All the while his men Zabu and Komao watch in awe

Before you turn your attention to them

And pause

And then turn back to Matakara with an expression which could only be described as “pissed and wanting an explanation”

So turns out he joined a gang

And turns out you don’t like that much since you then suplex him onto the ground

Of all the things he learned from you it should’ve been not to get affiliated with gangs

It’s literally what you told him and Ara everyday

But nope, this block headed puppy dog did the one thing you told him not to do

Zabu and Komao almost attack you if not for Matakara laughing it off

Even if your upset with his decision he’s at least happy that your still the same you

Temperamental but compassionate

Sturdy yet gentle

Stoic and emotional all at the same time

He asks if sometime you’d like to have lunch or train at the dojo his relatives own and you agree

But only if it’s non gang related and he smiles

Zabu and Komao can practically see hearts buzzing around him and the gentle look in his eyes as you leave

They can’t really blame him for it either

“Other than joining a gang (which I’m still upset about) what have you been doing?” You ask sitting down beside him with your bento box and his. Mom made one specially for him

“Well I’ve been training. Arajin may have given up but I haven’t, it seems like you still train too” he says with the same kind smile as usual

You feel yourself get a bit flustered at that “how else am I supposed to keep that idiot brother of mine safe. I swear he walks into danger sometimes” at that Matakara laughs in agreement.

Marito (romantic)

Back when you started your gang there was only ever one person that ever came close to your strength and that was Marito

When you had defeated him it was as if he became a parasite that latched onto you (you say this lovingly and out of annoyance)

He had stuck with you like glue and became your right hand man

Quite literally helping you claw your way to the top of the metaphorical food chain

Marito and his sister were the only two people at the time that saw you for who you were

Saw where you’d slink back off to at night

Saw how utterly hopeless and alone you felt

You were strong yes, that’s what drew him to you in the first place

It was (as he says) “love at first fight”

But beyond that he began to see the person who did his sisters hair

Gave other tips In how to throw a proper punch

Allowed their mask to break In his presence and crumble

It made him grow to love you more

Respect you more

And most importantly grow to care for you despite your inability to properly see it

Despite what you thought so many people respected and looked up to you

Him included

For fucks sake his own sister got jealous when he once had to carry you or when your attention was on him too much

You didn’t see this though, perhaps couldn’t with the constant feeling of invisibility and insecurity instilled into you at birth

It’s because of this that one day you seemingly disappeared and left a note saying you gave up your position as leader to him

It hurt

It hurt a lot more than he wanted to admit

everyone felt your absence, him and Mahoro especially

But despite that Marito never gave up on trying to find you

He would get it through your thick head one way or another that he cared for you

That he loved you damn it

And if there was one thing people would agree on about Marito is was that he never gave up on something

Especially for someone he loves

So when years pass he’s still looking for you when something catches his attention

His sister mentions that she thought she saw you

It seems you were back

And with a guy? Who was also once again wrapped around her finger

He wasn’t surprised at that but moreso you were with someone

So maybe after that he got a little bit heated more than usual when interrupting Mahoro’s “date” with him to beat the shit out of him

And maybe he does get a little obsessed with his punch

And then you show up with that beautiful stoic and cold look on your face as you give him your famous combo moves

And he falls in love with you all over again

I mean how can he not?

Especially when he punch back and you simply spit the blood out to the pavement

And how can he not be jealous when you go help Arajin before realize through a now pissy Mahoro (upset he got to be within 4 feet of you) that’s your brother

From the look on his face of lovesick and determined you can’t help but feel a bit nervous in class with Arajin as Mahoro practically looks behind you and you hear some footsteps quickly approaching your classroom

“Looks like big boss is back in town! I wonder how long I’ll need to fight them to get it in their thick head how much I love them” he says kicking his feet as newer members look in confusion. The older one though know

“Oni-chan you better not hog them from me!” A huffy Mahoro grumbles

You really wish you could’ve wished for something else

Your having the feeling Arajin wishes the same

It seems they were right about having wishes always turn out in the worst of ways

Senya and Astḗr don’t seem to be doing it maliciously but rather out of obliviousness

But maybe it was both your faults for not asking for a straight forward wish from two entities that haven’t interacted with humans for centuries (or for in Astḗr’s case ever)

[toxicroyjamie]

Hiya!! I absolutely ADORE your blog, and ESPECIALLY your RoyJamie meta, it's literally foundational fandom stuff to me 💕✨💕✨💕

I'm curious to hear your thoughts on what careers you think Roy/Jamie would have had if they weren't footballers. I only ask because there's actually not a lot of au fics that deal with RoyJamie in different careers, probably because their profession is so foundational to their characters and their relationship to one another.

On that note: how do you think these career changes would affect their personalities/dynamic? What do you think would have to happen for Roy/Jamie to choose a path that's not football (if you're still dealing with a universe where they both excel at it)?

This is actually something that I haven't given a lot of thought, especially with Roy, so this is a super interesting question!!

I could totally see Roy being a complete legend in some kind of trade. He's obviously very physical and kinesthetically intelligent, and I think he'd enjoy + excel in anything where he was working with his hands. I heavily hc Roy as autistic, and I think part of what he likes about football is that he doesn't have to mask while he's playing, so imo he'd enjoy manual labor for the same reason - he can just silently lock in and fix the AC without having to talk to anyone

I think Jamie (on the entire other hand) would want to do something where he got to work closely with people, but I could see this manifesting in a lot of different ways.

One is that I think he'd be a really good daycare/preschool teacher. He's great with kids and obviously has a LOT of energy, so I think he'd really excel with young children, especially since they'd be on more of a play-based curriculum than older kids. I don't think he'd necessarily enjoy teaching a set of lessons in a classroom all day, but running around outside with 3 year olds for hours on end? He could DEFINITELY do that. And be the best at it

Another is that I could see him in some kind of social work. I think helping DV victims especially would be really fulfilling to him after what he and Georgie went through

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[ladyofthe-lake]

"Early November, 1983" — a #suptober24 ficlet

Summary:

Each evening, Dean's pre-k teacher has tasked his parents with helping Dean write down an answer to the question of the day.

On October 31st, 1983, Mary, John, Dean, and Sam Winchester go trick-or-treating.

Mary dislikes the holiday, always has, but Dean’s been coming home from pre-k since early September talking about his Halloween costume, and she just can’t say no to him. Everyone else will be parading around the neighborhood dressed up and celebrating the holiday; why shouldn’t the Winchesters, just because Mary knows more than her fair share about the real monsters that roam the Earth? As much as she wants to shield her sons from fangs and blood and evil, Halloween is just a shade of all of it. It’s just for fun, as John reminds her.

While Dean’s preferences for his costume have changed more often than the weather, he’d finally settled on Luke Skywalker, which he insisted meant that Mary had to be Princess Leia while John would be Han Solo.

As for Sam, Mary had searched high and low and found a Yoda costume for him, which was a little big, but still pretty damn cute. Maybe she is cut out for this domesticity stuff, after all.

Dean is pleased as punch to walk around their Lawrence neighborhood with a plastic pumpkin ready for candy, bragging to all the neighbors about how he’s Luke Skywalker and how he saved the whole galaxy and that one day he’s going to save the whole Earth too. An elderly neighbor, Mrs. Wright, who sometimes watches Dean in the afternoons, listens to him go on about how in Star Wars they never got around to coming to Earth but how if he had written it, he would have, because “Earth’s the most important.”

“Well, Dean, maybe that just means that saving Earth is up to you, if Luke Skywalker won’t do it,” Mrs. Wright smiles, mussing up his hair, and Dean grins and talks about that for the next five houses straight.

When they finally return home, it’s getting late, so Mary puts Sam to bed while John helps Dean finish up his homework. It’s crazy for a pre-kindergartener to have homework, but it’s just journaling prompts for which the kids have to dictate two sentences to their parents, who write it down on the little brightly decorated sheets of paper that get sent home in his folder every day. Dean brings his paper to school and shares a little about what he’s written each morning as part of the class warm-ups. It’s been explained, to John and Mary, that this is an important part of his language development.

Once Dean’s finished and has been given the all-clear to go play with his trucks in the den for ten minutes until it’s time for him to get ready for bed, Mary pads back down the stairs, yawning, her hair still done up in twin buns on either side of her head. On the dining table is Dean’s worksheet, John’s handwriting much more careful than Mary’s ever seen it as he’s written down what Dean dictated for the prompt:

How did you celebrate Halloween?

My mom and dad and brother Sam went trick or treating with me. I was Luke Skywalker. It was fun.

****

On November 1st, 1983, Dean’s somehow still supercharged from all the candy the night before and getting him ready for school isn’t an easy task. She finally does manage to get him and Sam into their jackets, bundles Sam into the stroller, and gets Dean’s backpack on his shoulders. It’s huge on him and she smiles as he heads out the door, already talking to Sam as if he can understand, telling him what everyone’s going to do for the day.

Dean loves to do that, to narrate what the family is up to, to keep track of everyone. “Dad went to work in the Impala,” he tells Sam as they walk down the sidewalk toward the preschool a few blocks away. “And I’m gonna go to school so I can be smart and teach you everything I get to learn. And Mommy’s gonna spend the whole day with you. Is that okay?” He looks at Sam as if he’ll respond.

Mary’s day stretches out before her like a yawn, and once Dean’s dropped off at school with a kiss and an “I love you,” she and Sam go to the grocery store to pick up some things for dinner. Back home, she sets Sam up in his bouncer and makes a marinade for the pork chops, then slides them into the fridge. She grabs the newspaper from the end of the driveway and reads through it, looking carefully for anything that might seem out of the ordinary, lounged in the chair while she pushes Sammy’s bouncer back and forth with her foot.

The rest of the day goes like this; she listens to the radio as she cleans, she plays with Sam for awhile on the floor, she puts him down for his nap, she heads out to the front porch to toss out the jack-o-lantern Dean carved, which will soon start to rot.

When she finally picks up Dean from school, she’s almost grateful for the little homework assignment, since it’s something to do. Dean’s got boundless energy and she usually lets him run around the yard in the afternoons, and the day is still warm enough that she wraps Sam in his coat and brings him out onto the patio. Dean has a tee ball set that he loves and so he spends awhile playing with that while Mary rocks Sam with one arm and asks Dean the question on his worksheet.

“Your teacher wants you to talk about what you want to be when you grow up,” she tells him, ready with the pen to write down his response, though usually she has to distill it into something short enough to put on the paper.

“Easy!” Dean positions the wiffle ball on top of the tee and picks up the bat. He starts swinging at the ball wildly and without coordination, knocking it off quickly and then starting to use the bat as more of a golf club to push the ball around in the grass. “A baseball player!”

Mary laughs a little, because Dean’s goals for his future change as often as his Halloween costume choices had, and the baseball player desire only comes from what’s five feet in front of him in this moment. “Okay, so how should I write that?”

“Say…” Dean picks up the ball and pauses, holding it in his hand, contemplating it. “I want to be a baseball player. Oh! Or I can be like Daddy.”

Mary writes while Sam gurgles in her arms, happy to be outside. “Okay, slow down,” she says as she carefully fills out the page, trying to match the neat penmanship that the teacher showed them at parent’s night, making sure that all the letters will look correct, just how he’s practicing them himself. Maybe, if she does all of this right, if she’s the perfect mother, Dean really will be able to do whatever he wants. Maybe he’ll get to choose his path; he could be a baseball player or a Marine or a musician or really anything he wants to be. Maybe he’ll have real options, good ones.

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I want to be a baseball player or be in the Marines like my dad. I want to be a good brother to Sam and I will share all my money with my parents.

On November 2nd, 1983, John and Mary forget to do Dean’s worksheet with him. As they’re headed up to bed, Mary remembers with a sudden jolt. “Shit, we were supposed to fill out Dean’s sheet,” she says, frustrated with herself for forgetting.

“Oh, it’s fine,” John says, waving a hand dismissively. “We’ll just do it in the morning.”

On November 3rd, 1983, a firefighter bends down in the wreckage of the Winchester house and picks up the charred remains of a little red folder. It’s mostly burned, then doused with water, but when the cover of the folder falls to the ground, the man can still see the remnants of Dean Winchester’s homework assignment, the paper crisp and damp.

The teacher's careful printing of the prompt: "What are you the most thankful for?" with several blank lines underneath.

[snows-2am-thoughts]

Dazai Headcanons

I have a few headcanons on how Dazai acted before he came to be in Mori’s care. There are a lot of theories about where Dazai came from and I love most of them honestly. There are so many possibilities about how Dazai came to be and honestly, I need a light novel about it. Unless they’re going to make it important to the plot and it gets revealed in the next arc or sometime later in the manga. 

My favorite theory that I came up with was that Dazai came from a wealthy family. He’s probably the youngest of 2-3 siblings and his parents were the cold and distant but loving type. I like to think that Dazai had a nice family but something happened that pushed him to where he ended up. I am taking inspiration from the protagonist of the No Longer Human book by the irl Dazai Osamu so tread carefully since I will mention some of that stuff. I am trying to keep this one more lighthearted and introspective so some stuff like the se*ual ab*se Ōba Yōzō went through won’t be mentioned. 

Warnings: I talk about ADHD, some implied mental illness along with some trauma because Dazai. All of the warnings that can apply to Dazai should be warned (aka his unaliving tendencies)

Anyways the headcanons

INFANT Dazai (0-1 year old)

Was a quiet baby, never really cried and babbled

It actually worried his parents at first because their other kids made a lot more noise as babies

Only really cried if he got super frustrated when he couldn’t communicate his wants effectively

Did started making noises and saying small words around the 10 month mark

Wasn’t very interested in the baby toys that made noise

Building blocks held his interest a tad bit more but even then he grew out of them fast

TODDLER Dazai (1-3 years old)

Started walking around the 1 year old mark

Still wasn’t a big talker but he would give one or two word answers, he just didn’t feel like any more words were necessary

Would walk and point to things if he could, words once again weren’t necessary

Wasn't very interested in toys the kids his age liked

Did have a small interest in listening to his parents work, mostly because his brain was a sponge soaking up all it could

Taught himself to read around 2.5-3 years old, he would memorize stories that the maids would read to him then open the book himself and memorize the words. Basically he worked backwards to learn to read

With the early reading came the early education once his parents noticed his only interests revolved around his brain

Numbers and the lot came easy after learning the basics

PRESCHOOL Dazai (3-6 years old)

Didn’t really understand people and even more so after starting school and started being around kids his age

He observed and copied the actions of the kids around him to not draw attention to himself (*cough*masking*cough*)

Started to make himself act like more of an outgoing and friendly child even if he didn’t understand why that seemed like the preferred personality that people wanted from children. (aye practice for his future self)

Although he transitioned into his persona slowly as to not raise suspicion of an overnight personality change

Thought that his persona could let him understand people a little more but it made him more confused

He totally gave his teachers so many headaches when he first started school

As I said before, tried to mask and hide his intelligence for a while because he didn’t need any attention on him

This failed as he got way too bored of sorting shapes and numbers but he was already reading at a 16 year old skill level at 6 years old

His teachers tried stimulating his academically until they deemed it was better to just move him up grades

Went from his 6 year old class to a class filled with 9 year olds to test the waters

They had to move him to a 12 year old class only a few days later when he made multiple children cry after a multiplication game

SCHOOL AGE (6-12 years old)

You will have to physically rip ADHD Dazai away from my cold dead hands, I stg (I could do a whole separate headcanon for this because him and Ranpo basically make up AuDHD)

I feel like around his 7-8 year old mark is when he really started going tired around the uninteresting things of life, he’s a severely bored kid who doesn’t understand nor have a will to live

I do think around 10-11 is when he started getting interested in suicide as a coping mechanism for all the intricacies of humanity that he did not understand and the fact he started realizing he didn’t have a reason to live

At this point he’s observed people for so long that the masks he parades around of a cheerful but academically gifted child is concrete and there’s hardly anything that can make him break it

Knows why and how people feel certain emotions or react a certain way to things but he doesn’t understand it, not really

There's an ever bigger disconnect between him and people from when he was small that he starts to think of himself as something other than human

Had a bunch of issues trying to stimulate his brain in a way that would take away his boredom as school couldn’t do it for him

While he couldn’t ever really take away his boredom completely, he would take up new puzzles or games to try and give his brain new things to think about. I’m talking like the 3D crystal puzzles or the puzzles with no edge pieces

Anything that could capture his attention was bought in bulk until he eventually got bored of it again (neurodivergent child)

Started taking university level courses around 11, he probably could’ve taken them sooner but his teachers and parents didn’t want to overload them

[slightly-nerdy-rambles]

Kim Possible, the Tempus Simia, and fun with timey-wimey stuff

So, those of you who follow my blog will know that I recently finished Spoiler Alert, a Kim Possible fanfic following Kim and Ron's kid Max as he accidentally follows a vengeful Monkey Fist into the past and not-so-accidentally teams up with the past versions of his parents to stop the latter's shenanigans. Anyone who's read the fic will also know that I wanted to talk a little about how exactly I envision the Tempus Simia affecting the timestream and how that relates to its canon appearance in A Sitch in Time. For those of you who want to read the fic and haven't reached the point where I bring that up in the author's notes, you might want to turn back now: what follows is going to be rather, well, spoilery. It's also going to be rather long, so I hope some of you like detailed headcanons, lol

So, to refresh, A Sitch in Time follows a villain team-up using the Tempus Simia, aka time monkey, for time travel shenanigans as well as a team-up between the "present" day Team Possible and a future resistance using something called chrono-manipulators to chase after them. All good and well, but the time travel rules seem to... change over the course of the special. Rufus 3000 refers to the time stream as "polluted" and "in flux" and we see a ripple effect of the past changing in Ron's scrapbook, yet it's later revealed that Shego's meddling in the past caused Ron to move and thus disrupted Team Possible enough for the time monkey to get stolen in the first place, suggesting a stable time loop. Likewise, Kim, Ron and Rufus going to the future apparently removes them from the normal flow of time until they pop out of their destination time portal, yet somehow Rufus was able to have thousands of "descendants" (I'm assuming clones of some sort, but either way) at some point presumably after Shego took over. This isn't really all that unusual for a time travel story, considering the mind-bendy and paradox-happy nature of messing with chronology, but that doesn't mean that we as fans can't try to come up with a creative explanation. So what gives?

Well, okay, those of you who read the author's note already know what (in my interpretation) gives: the two time machines we see in that special use different forms of time travel. Namely, the Tempus Simia creates stable time loops (hence that being what we see in Spoiler Alert) while the chrono-manipulators can actually change the past to influence the future. And when these two forms of time travel come into conflict, things can get... weird.

So in my mind, there are roughly three different timelines that give us A Sitch in Time, with the latter ones overwriting the former. We'll call them timelines A, B, and C, with most of the special taking place in timeline B.

Timeline A is a fully stable time loop, with only the Tempus Simia in play, so it would chronologically start with the villains meddling in the past -- but we'll get to that later. Our starting point would be pretty much what we see in the "present" part of the special: Ron moves away due to Shego's later scheme, and with him either not present or "out of synch" with her, Kim isn't able to stop the villain quartet from putting the Tempus Simia together and escaping into the time stream. Drakken puts into motion his plan of crushing a younger Kim's spirit, and he, Monkey Fist and Duff Killigan turn themselves into toddlers to infiltrate Kim's preschool. This almost fails immediately, because the people in the preschool office aren't going to just let some unregistered and unsupervised kids waltz into a classroom (more on that later), but they later manage to sneak into the playground during recess. They torment toddler Kim a little bit, toddler Ron intervenes, they switch targets to him which awakens her kick-butt instinct -- basically at this point, it's the same thing we saw except for the absence of a time-travelling teen Kim.

After seeing that mundane bullying didn't work, the villain team skips ahead to the day of Kim's first mission to try again. Without the added pressure of time-travelling heroes, Monkey Fist and Killigan are just barely willing to let Drakken try his spirit-crushing plan again. But his overly-complicated plan of approaching Kim as preteens, distracting her from the laser grid mission, and planting seeds of doubt that will cause her to muck it up if she does ever get there fails at pretty much every turn.

It's at about this point that future Shego approaches her "present" self and tells her to grab the time monkey and go, which she does. It doesn't take much experimenting for her to figure out why the guys have so utterly failed with it: the Tempus Simia can't change the past, and the villains' meddling might even be part of the reason Kim was encouraged to go into crime-fighting. From here, Shego starts to get creative: using foreknowledge to make enough money to fund her schemes, putting evil think tanks together in times when nobody knows to go after her, and even figuring out that she was the one who got Ron's family to move away and proceeding to do just that.

With new resources in hand and Team Possible effectively broken up, Shego gets down to business. Being much more practically minded than her death trap-loving ex-employer, she returns to the present, catches Kim and later Ron by surprise when they're alone, and actually manages to kill them. Rufus escapes, but Shego figures that she won't have to worry about him or Wade so long as Kim and Ron are gone. So she gathers her legion of henchmen, attack drones, and obedience collars, starts storming the world one city at a time... and wins.

Of course, pockets of resistance form over the next twenty years, with the most prominent being led by the friends and family of our fallen heroes. Rufus and Wade use the former's DNA to "breed" a small army of hyper-intelligent semi-clones to boost the resistance's numbers, and between that, their location near the Supreme One's headquarters, and the resistance members' various skills and gadgets, they actually stand a fighting chance... Except that every attack on Shego's fortress is thwarted after a seemingly unnatural degree of anticipation on her end. As it happens, Shego has gotten into the habit of going back in time to warn herself before every attack against her, letting her retroactively prepare.

The resistance eventually figures out that time travel is involved in the Supreme One's wild successes (not that she's doing much to keep it a secret), and Wade gets to work on devising a counter. The result is the chrono-manipulators, though nobody realizes they work differently (some might say better) than the Tempus Simia. Since the resistance isn't clear on exactly how Shego used the Tempus Simia to take over, they decide to start by going back twenty years to rescue Kim and Ron and recruiting them to stop the original villain team's mucking around in the past. So starts timeline B, and again, most of what we see in the special.

The thing is, a key aspect of the Tempus Simia is stability. It "wants" the timestream to stay the same, even as the chrono-manipulators "want" to change it. So the timestream starts shifting around a little, but keeps the same broad strokes. New time portal gives everyone around the preschool a wave of disorienting deja-vu? The preschool attendants are distracted just long enough for the toddler-ified villains to slip in before class starts, but their extra bullying time doesn't change what happens at recess (though it does change the class picture). Killigan and Monkey Fist get antsy and shoot down Drakken's plan B? The Tempus Simia slaps together a new time loop in which Monkey Fist steals a guardian statue that would have been shortly destroyed anyway, so the only "change" is that it disappears into the timestream to be lasered later rather than getting swept away by a flood or something (and meanwhile, preteen Kim and Ron succeed in their mission and survive the statue's attack). Kim and Ron start time-travelling and eventually head into the future? They would have died around that time anyway, so now they just disappear into the timestream to the same basic result. Rufus also disappears into the timestream? The resistance somehow manages to get ahold of DNA he left behind and start making clones anyway.

Then things really get weird when the Tempus Simia breaks. Its whole stability thing means that the universe is safe from implosion... but that kind of damage also has the effect of erasing the Tempus Simia from history entirely. Ironically, it's the only way for it to change the past -- time is rewritten so that the creation of the Tempus Simia was abandoned at the last moment, and any loops caused by its use are erased as well. The time stream manages to keep itself in shape by once again smoothing over the time-loop changes so that the broad outcome is still the same: that guardian statue goes back to getting destroyed in a flood, someone who had helped Shego found her bank does the founding personally, Kim befriends Ron and finds her inner fire after dealing with a different bully in preschool, and so on. This "smoothing over" gets weaker as the timeline approaches the point where the Tempus Simia was grabbed by the baddies, though, and by the time it reaches Ron moving away, the bank his mom works at just doesn't have any reason to send her and her family to Norway. And so the future is saved, and we finally reach timeline C.

But the Tempus Simia has one last trick up its metaphorical sleeve: just as it "wants" to keep the timeline stable, so too does it "want" to exist. This may not have even been the first time it was destroyed and rebuilt, not that anyone would know with the overwritten timelines. And so, a paltry few years after the end of the Supreme One's reign and the last point in time in which its previous iteration existed, a Monkey Fist who is feeling very displaced in time gets the idea that "time" may just be the answer to his woes...

[storiesfromhalcyontale]

Chapter 11: Meanwhile! Back at home...

I woke up the next morning and checked my phone, sunday and no new messages from Asriel or Sho… The amount of pain I had felt soon returned to my head, I silently cried in my bed… Sho, the kid with too much kindness gets repaid like this… And Asriel was only a bystander in all of this! I got out of my bed, and wandered downstairs where I saw my dad sitting there… worried.

“Akemi is everything alright..?” He asked, giving me a concerned look “You seemed really upset last night.” I looked at him, I have to lie.

“It’s fine. Just some stuff on my mind, that's it.” I turned to the kitchen and poured my mind. I heard a loud knock on the door and my dad went to open it. I saw Toriel and Asgore outside, Asriel’s parents. Toriel worked at the preschool near here, she had casual clothing on and overall gave more chilled out vibes. Asgore used to be the king of monsters, however he retired from that role to pursue his dreams of being a gardener. They had both divorced officially the year prior and both were generally happy monsters. However, both had worried looks on their faces.

“Excuse me Mr.Ritsuko..” Toriel said gently, “Could we talk to your son for two seconds?”

“Sure?” My dad said, turning to me in confusion “He’s right here.” I exited the house and shut the door behind me, I knew why they were here. But I wasn’t sure whether to be honest, like they’d believe me.

“Akemi, we have a singular question to ask you..” Asgore muttered, getting onto one knee in front of me “Where’s Asriel?”. I looked at them both for a moment and sighed, I’ve got to tell them.

“You won’t believe me.” I muttered, “It’s almost impossible to believe me.”

“Akemi if it’ll help us find our son we’ll hear anything out.” Toriel said looking at me “And since you're the last person he was with… your our best hope.” I sighed again and looked at them both, Here goes nothing.

“Asriel is in another realm. So is Sho.” I said quickly “And if you don’t believe me call Gaster he was there when it happened.” Both looked at me confused, Asgore took his phone out and dialled Asgore.

“Akemi, that’s improbable…” Toriel reassured me, “Other realms don’t exist. They can’t, we’d know about it.”

“Well they do.” I muttered “Two beings were brought through from a separate realm on monday and Sho helped them out.” I looked at Toriel, standing firm “I’m sorry that this doesn’t make sense, it barely makes sense to me. But when I was there, I saw Unit B close the blast doors. I heard Sho’s confusion as to what was going on, I heard Asriel’s scream…” I looked down at the floor, Asgore walked back up to Toriel.

“He’s telling the truth, Toriel..” He muttered stunned. “Toriel.. Asriel and Sho are in another realm..” I looked back up and saw Toriel look at Asgore in fear. None of us knew where either Asriel or Sho were. “Gaster’s also asked us to meet at the lab…”. I headed back inside to leave those two to their grief… I walked back to my room and got changed. I might as well head down there too.. I threw on an old jacket Asriel had given me. A versity jacket with green and white on it.. “Here take this! My mum won’t mind, don't worry!” He said that day… I didn’t realise how much I actually missed Asriel, it felt like a hole had been punched in my heart.

I left the house after getting ready and began to walk to the laboratory, I walked slowly and began to take in the scenery around me. Who knew that Sho would come across them two, I thought. It was his gut feeling that caused him to take them back to Gaster’s… I continued to walk, soon finding myself at the Laboratory and entering through to the room.. That horrible room. I saw Gaster explaining the situation to Asgore and Toriel, clearly sleep deprived. I looked at the Units. They were working on something under the guidance of Unit C, I walked up to unit C and waved at him.

“Hello there Mr…?” Unit C’s voice dragged, I never told him my name.

“It’s Akemi. Akemi Ritsuko.” I muttered.

“Ah yes Mr Ritsuko! It’s nice to see you again under…these conditions “ Unit C said, turning to me.

“What are you trying to do?” I asked, looking curiously at the other Units. They seemed to be working on a…computer thing. There was a blue orb in the centre. 

“Oh this?” He turned to the machine “Well when we…took Laval and Cragger, Unit D also grabbed these orb things. So-”

“So we’re trying to replicate the frequencies of the orbs to emit a signal that will connect to their phones.” Unit B interrupted, still continuing his work, “It’s a simple concept.” Unit C turned to Unit B annoyed, then looked back at me and smiled.

“Yeah basically that.” He muttered, “However we’re having problems. We’re having difficulties-”

“Replicating the frequencies of the blue orb.” Unit B interrupted, standing up and turning to me. “Our technology isn’t used to these frequencies so it's disrupting the mechanics of the machine itself.” Unit C turned to Unit B with an angry look.

“Unit B, why have you been so talkative recently?” He asked, “You barely said a word before this ‘experiment’ took place. And know your speaking alot more, why is that.”

“Well… we’re bound to get arrested for this.” Unit B muttered, “Who do you think suggested the experiment?” Unit C looked confused, “Let me word it differently so your brain can understand. Who suggested we investigate the theory of realms?” Unit C’s eyes widened, staring at Unit B.

“It was you..” Unit C muttered, What…? “You placed the original idea in Unit A’s head..”

“I can do you one better.” Unit B shouted, “I was the one that started the experiment in the first place!”

“What…” I muttered. I looked at them both.

“I started it out of a morbid curiosity, a curiosity that led me to many places.” Unit B shouted, drawing the attention of everyone in the room. “When I heard about this, I thought there was a genuine possibility, So all I had to do was briefly mention it to Unit A and he wouldn’t suspect a thing!” Toriel walked up to Unit B with a furious glare.

“So let me get this straight.” Toriel sternly mumbled, “From what I’m hearing from Gaster, you caused two children to be taken from their homes. Planned to experiment on them, then if that wasn’t enough. Sent MY SON through the same portal then exploded it so they couldn’t get back?”

“Well when you put it like that.. Yes” Unit B said without an ounce of regret “And I’m sorry your son got caught in the crossfire.” Toriel looked as if she was going to murder him there on the spot. However she composed herself and left the room, with Asgore and Gaster following. “And I know you let them out Unit C.”

“What?!” Unit C yelled, “How did you?!” “It was obvious really, you were in the room when it happened..” Unit B said, glaring at Unit C “You were the person to suggest that one of us helped them escape. And I’m not an idiot like Units A and D.” Unit C looked down at the ground and thought for a moment..

“Yes. I did but you have to understand my reasoning…that wasn’t what I signed up for.” He said “That isn’t who I am.”

“Yeah but you still helped us go through with it.” Unit B argued, “You still helped us build the machine, in my opinion you're just as guilty as the rest of us.” Unit C stayed quiet and continued working on the machine, so did Unit B. I left the room, I saw Gaster, Toriel and Asgore outside still talking. Toriel was silently crying to herself and Asgore was listening to Gaster.

“What do we do then?” Asgore asked, “The units seem to be getting nowhere with all the bickering.”

“Well, since human technology can’t harness the frequencies of the blue orb I’m thinking we enfuse the machine with magic capabilities.” Gaster stated, looking at them both “However I’m not sure how long it’ll take, probably weeks.” I looked at Gaster, Weeks?! 

“Have you told Sans and Grillby?” Toriel asked, “Sho is also in this other realm. Don’t they have a right to know?” Gaster looked at Toriel, I didn’t know what he was going to say..

“I haven’t gotten around to it yet..” Gaster muttered, “I don’t know what to say to them. It’s kind of hard to say ‘Hey you know your son that you’ve only just talked to on thursday? Yeah he’s in a completely different realm!’..” Gaster sat down, clearly thinking of his next move through all the stress. Asgore took a seat next to Gaster.

“Gaster, I'm sure everything will be fine..” Asgore muttered, laying his head on Gaster’s shoulder, “You’ll get them both home I promise..” Gaster looked at Asgore.

“Thanks Gorey..” He muttered, he proceeded to stand up and turn to me. “Akemi I need a favour from you, I estimate the first test run will happen within two days from now..” Two days..? “I need time to enfuse the machine with monster magic. So please, come back in two days..” I looked at Gaster, I didn’t know why but this didn’t feel right… Sho and Asriel were my friends, I should be doing more..

“There’s gotta be something more I can do..” I muttered, “I can’t just stand there and wait for two days!” Gaster looked at me and sighed.

“Well, I guess you could help with coordinating the Units..” Gaster said, I could hear more shouting from the units. “If they keep on arguing, I doubt they’ll be able to build the machine to help us get Sho and Asriel home.” I turned and entered the room and saw all the units bickering, Unit A and B on one side and Unit C and D on the other. I couldn’t hear what either side was saying, I stood there for a couple of seconds trying to think on what to do.

“Can you all shut up?!” I yelled, they all stopped arguing and turned to me, “Arguing won’t get us anywhere. Look, here's the plan.” I walked to the front of the room and they kept their eyes on me. “You all have to just get along for two days. Then you all can go back to questioning your morals.” “I’m not working with Unit C.” Unit A yelled, turning to me, “They don’t respect the ideals for science!”

“Are your ideals for science kidnapping two men from their realm?” I asked bluntly, he was taken aback by this. “Anyways, everyone please listen to Unit C. He seems the most sane out of you all.” I left the room again, and seemingly the arguing had stopped for the moment. I took a seat on an empty chair and thought for a moment. I trusted Gaster but this almost felt Impossible, although I have seen the impossible… I stood up… These next two days are going to be wild..

Two days later..

I woke up to a message from Gaster. I haven’t been in school recently due to my Dad having me go on sick leave for a while… I checked the message.

12pm

Gaster: Everything is prepared, just finishing enfusing magic into the machine.

Akemi: Alright, I’m on my way.

Gaster: Also make sure to bring your cellular device.

Bring my cellular dev- Oh he means my phone. I got ready and headed to the science lab. Once I had gotten there I found Gaster finishing up the preparations.

“Akemi you're just in time-” Gaster stated walking up to me, “We’ve made a discovery.” 

“This discovery being?” I asked intently, taking a seat. I looked around and saw Unit C, Asgore and Toriel in the room. Still no sign of Sans and Grillby.. 

“When the units first opened the portal, it created a small rift that they couldn’t close.” Gaster stated, turning to the machine “We can’t get through it but small signals can.” Wait, that means this realm will always be connected to the other realm. “I think we are ready to begin, Akemi, when the orb starts glowing brighter than usual. Call Sho.”

“Alright..” I muttered taking a seat behind some bullet proof windowing. I saw Unit C stand up and prepare something, although I didn’t know what. Soon the machine got started up and I got my phone out prepared to call Sho. Soon the orb began to glow brightly and I called Sho. I waited for a moment, expecting this to fail….

“Whoa guys that’s sick!” I shouted, looking at my phone “Can’t believe that you got some signal through the portal.” I was absolutely dumbfounded!

“Sho is Asriel there?” I heard Toriel say, “We need to see if he’s alright.” I shuddered, I knew they’d ask this. I took a deep breath and began to explain to them what had happened within the past three days of us being here.. After explaining it Toriel left the view and I heard weeping behind the camera. Gaster went behind the camera to comfort her. I sat back down…

“This is all my fault Akemi..” I said, I didn’t even have the power to cry anymore.. “If I didn’t come up with that stupid plan none of this would’ve happened!”

“Sho…” Akemi looked at me but didn’t say anything..

“I promised I’d protect him in this world but I couldn’t do anything! I-” “Akemi give me the phone.” I heard Asgore say. Akemi gave the phone to Asgore, “Sho none of this is your fault.”

“But-”

“Sho listen to me for two seconds. You did the best you could to save both Laval and Cragger.” Asgore said sternly “And Asriel helped out, The fault is on the Unit’s for even taking them. None of this is one you.”

“Yeah but…what do I do?” I stuttered, looking down at the floor. Asgore thought for a second, choosing his next words carefully.

“Well, we are working on getting you both back. So I say rest up and begin trying to find way to separate Asriel and this… ‘crooler’ person.” Asgore looked at me, “Please save my son Sho…”

“Asgore the energy is about to reach it’s end.” I heard Gaster say, taking the phone. “Shoto, please be careful..”

“Right, Also before I go.. Please tell Sans and Grillby where I am. I’d rather them not worry..” Gaster looked at me, then nodded. “Goodbye..” Akemi, Asgore and Gaster waved and soon the call was cut. I sat there for a moment, and Lavertus took a seat next to me.

“Kid you alright?” He asked, I didn’t say a word.. I was thinking about what Asgore had said. Find a way to separate Asriel and Crooler.. Well, she has this deception plant thing that allows her to manipulate him… Maybe if we somehow destroy the plant that’ll somehow loosen her grip on Asriel. I stood up 

“I’m going to find Cragger and Laval…” I said, turning to the stairs.

“Alright kid..” Lavertus said gently, I walked up to Laval’s room where I saw Laval snuggled up to Cragger. Laval had his head resting on Cragger’s chest and was asleep, Cragger however was awake and playing with Laval’s mane “Cragger could I ask you something..?”

“Sure thing Sho.” Cragger said.

“What’s that plant that Crooler had?” I asked, taking a seat on Laval’s bed, Cragger carefully moved Laval’s head so as to not wake him and sat up.

“Yeah, well kind of.” Cragger shuffled next to me, “The actual name for them is persuader plants. We all thought the plants were extinct, but my dad was always into gardening and grew his own at one point. However they were destroyed two years ago after Crooler was exiled, so how she’s gotten one, and one that strong I…I don’t know.” Cragger turned to me.

“So hypothetically speaking, if we destroy the plant. It should stop Asriel from being persuaded by Crooler.”

“Well not exactly.” Cragger replied “The plant uses a scent that makes animals more…perceptible to what the owner of the plant wants. Since Crooler wanted me to destroy the Lions, that's what I believed. Why are you asking this anyways?”

“Oh, I plan on saving Asriel.” I said bluntly, “Well I’ve got to rest, I’ll speak to you tomorrow.”

“Oh well, goodnight then.” Cragger laid back down next to Laval and began to fall asleep. I left the room and entered my accommodations, I just thought for a moment. I laid in my bed, thinking for a moment. Soon I fell asleep. I knew that these next couple of days will be somewhat Crazy, But after everything I feel like I’m prepared for them… Asriel, I’m sorry all this happened.. I’m going to get you home!

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I really wanted to write for Akemi at some point during the story so the cop out at the end was for that reason and honestly I really like how he's written. I hope to develop him more with his own short-story one day.

[britneyshakespeare]

So I was back to subbing at the elementary school today, which as I've mentioned is my favorite place to work. In some ways it's just the most comfortable to me; this is now my fourth year in a row I've had some kind of job associated with kids of that age group who attend that school, so I know a lot of the students and faculty. Actually, a lot of the faculty who work there today have been working there since I was a student.

Most of them recognized me immediately when I started showing my face there, like I didn't graduate from there over a decade ago, age 11. There was one para, who now works as a library assistant, but who used to monitor lunch and recess. I didn't remember her name but I knew her face. The first time she saw me subbing she was just like "oh, hi Diana."

I was talking to her this morning before school started because a first grade teacher unexpectedly called out, so I filled in for her for the first hour of the day before I started the job I clocked in for and a replacement could be found. But this library assistant usually leads the morning meetings with this first grade class and would help me with attendance and all those other beginning-of-the-day responsibilities.

She was saying to me "You know, why don't you work here full time? You're good with kids. You'd be good at it." In other small talk we'd had last year she had asked me similar things, like if I'd ever consider taking up a steady job at the elementary school, how my school was going, etc. I'm in between college right now but currently not taking classes. And I mentioned how I'm trying to take more sub jobs at the middle and high school so I get more well-rounded—that actually is the age group my education major is in. I've been working with the preschool-to-fifth-grade age range but my plan has always been middle-to-high school English.

And I was telling her about that, and I was like "You know what? When I tell people I want to teach older kids, some say to me stuff like 'oh you never know, you might change your mind'—and only recently I've been wondering if I really would. But I hate it when they're right!"

And that made her laugh. But it's true! I do really love working with the littles, as it turns out. Been doing it several years now. But in terms of anyone who's ever mentioned that to me unprompted, I wanna be like... hey, what do you know?!?!

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

For the next gen asks! 💜❤️

Franletta and Luty and an odd one (but one of my faves) Maxi/Andres (don't worry if you don't have any thoughts about this one haha)

13, 18,19

13. How does the relationships look with their parents?

Franletta has three kids, two daughters and one son. All three are very close with both of their moms. Fran and Vilu always support them and both have made sure to let their kids know they can always talk to them. Now, Violetta has tended to be more overprotective sometimes, but it's definitely not in the way her dad was. Francesca though is not always the "more chill" parent either. Like it can switch. Violetta was the chill one today, but tomorrow Fran's the chill parent. Either way, the kids always feel very supported by them.

Luty's kid is just pampered all around. She's adored by her mother and they're sometimes too involved with her life. Right now, I have not figured out much more than how she is for the first years, so like baby-preschool aged, she's just loving all the cheering and involvement they have with her, she always gets attention. However, I do picture that, as she grows older, she sort of will want to be more... alone and not tell them exactly everything. But she doesn't wanna hurt their feelings either, because they care so much. I think it's gonna be an interesting time for her as a teenager. Though, due to having Naty especially as a mom, she's gonna have a LOT of empathy. Maybe too much empathy sometimes. Yet, she also has Ludmila as a mom, so I can imagine she's also taught to remember nothing can crush her.

Now, I've not exactly picture a kid for Andres and Maxi together, but I think that they'd be very chaotic parents. Their kid would have a lot of fun stories about their crazy dads growing up, and often be embarrassed but also shake their heads while sigh happily, "Ah, my dads... never change".

18. Sexuality?

Since all the kids in this ask I've really only pictured not being older than 5, sexuality isn't really something that's relevant for them atm. But all of them will know it's ok to like whoever they like and they'll always be supported.

I think Luty's daughter, once she grows older, will realize she's ace.

19. What are their main interests?

Music is something I think everyone loves, much thanks to their parents. But I think one of Franletta's kids is more passionate in dancing. I think their middle daughter also is into roller skating.

Luty's daughter is kind of sporty and have tried out a lot of different sports growing up, her favorite being softball. Also roller derby. But she also I think inherits a space interest from her mom, though she focuses more on whether aliens or not exists, and spends a lot of time making up stories about aliens in faraway planets.

It would be fun if Maxi and Andres' kid are into occult stuff. Imagine just saying spirits are arriving or smth and Andres' freaking out.

[charliesimss]

1-20 for Logan

Talk about your muse’s birth. Was it usual or complicated? Where were they born? Who was there when they were born?

I've written his birth and I'm like 90% sure I've sent it to you, but for everyone that doesn't have unlimited access to my notes app, his birth was quite uneventful. He was born in LA, California and He basically just slid right out, within like an hour of his mom getting to the hospital, she had some meds but not an epidural. No one related to him was there besides his mom (both his parents failed to show up for his birth), and some doctors and nurses were there too but not related to him. After he was born he was taken away for some x rays and tests and whatever to make sure the rest of his limbs were in tact, and his mom was upset but then she went to sleep. I watch too much call the midwife and base all my ocs births off that show.

2. What was their earliest memory?

His first memory is sitting in a shopping cart and playing with a toy car on the carts pushy handle thing, he was probably 2 or 3.

3. What were they like as a baby? How much did they cry?

He didn't cry too much, he was a really easy baby. Alexa probably had him attached at her hip, so she'd always soothe him right away.

4. What were their first words?

It was car actually, because I wanted to be unique, before I knew anything about babies or language.

5. When did they start walking?

He was four cause the whole not having a functioning leg thing really held him that in that department, but he crawled and hopped around before that

6. When were they fully potty trained?

Probably at 3, alexa being a preschool teacher student wanted to use all her teaching skills on teaching him that

7. Did they ever use a pacifier? If so, when did they stop using it? Did they give it up willingly or did it have to be taken?

He'd use one of the cute ones with a bear on them you know? but only with his babysitter, his mom didn't like them or feel he needed one because he was easy to soothe.

8. How often did they throw temper tantrums? What were they usually about?

Almost never....when I say he was an NPC child...... he'd get sad and frustrated, but rarely have full throwing on the ground tantrums. And he didn't really start being sad to his parents until he was an older kid like 5+ years. (I wrote a lot of that stuff cause few things I love more than making men cry)

9. What were they like as a child? How different were they from their current self?

He was a wild kid, always doing something and making friends laugh or be silly, always making friends with other kids in general, and then he liked sports as well but only played for fun at school. He definitely took gym too seriously. And now he's an athletic party goer in most versions of himself so he hasn't changed much.

10. How easy (or hard) was it to take care of them?

Alexa being a teen mom was not prepared as to how hard a new born was. Even though he didn't really fuss all that much, he still needed basic care that she was very overwhelmed to give him. So she would say he was hard to care for.

11. What kind of activities did they like to do? Did they ever play pretend?

He liked to play with his cars and avengers action figures. He probably played pretend too, but it wasn't his go to activity.

12. Were they a fussy eater?

no, not a fussy eater, he liked a lot of stuff, including sushi which I think is a weird thing for a kid to like.

13. When it comes to sleep, do they go down easy or did they fight it tooth and nail?

Sleeping is something he did really well for the first 4 years and 302 days of his life. And then he had surgery and ain't have a good sleep sINCE. He'd get put to bed but then call in Alexa or Graham a bunch of times for water, cuddles, bathroom, all kinds of things. As he got older he got better at sleeping though, by middle school he was sleeping through the night. :))

14. What kinds of toys did they like?

Toy cars and trucks and action figures.

15. What was their favorite toy?

His avengers house action figure set inspired by captian america civil war but specifically his spidey that came with it. (idk if this is a real thing I'm 72% sure I made it up)

16. What kind of discipline were they subjected to? Was it lenient or strict?

He could murder someone on purpose in front of Alexa and she would be like "awe my sweet baby boy" absolutely not a disciplining bone in her body for him. He never got punished, she tried to be a gentle mom and give him only natural consequences like cleaning up if he spilled something accidentally and sometimes he'd hit her with the "can't clean I'm disabled :/" and she'd crack and just do it for him. But as he got older graham would ground him or take his phone or make him write apology letters depending on what he did. Graham was punished a lot as a kid and then grew up to be a c*p in cannon, so I imagine he'd be pretty strict.

17. Describe a typical day for them. Did they have a set schedule?

Saying he's 6 heres a day in the life:

7:00am: Wake up usually by himself (as in his parents don't need to), play in his room, sometimes he'd get dressed by himself before having breakfast if it was a special day, but usually he'd get dressed after. 7:30: Have breakfast, usually something quick like toast or cereal and a juice or water 7:40-8:00: Get dressed, sometimes with alexa or graham's help to urge him along but he's independent most days. Brush his teeth, brush his hair if needed, all that. And then he'd mostly play until he had to go to school. 8:15-8:20: Walk to school with graham or drive with alexa depending on the day!! 8:30am-2:30pm: School things. Its fairly uneventful, he mostly played with the boys in his class but didnt really have meaningful connections with anyone until he switched schools in second grade and met his best friend, aaron. 2:45pm: He'd just free play at home, but usually outside, he'd play in the garden or on his bike or something really active. He wasn't in sports at 6 but he couldve been. 4:00-5:00: Sometime between there he'd go inside and start his spelling homework with Alexa while she made dinner. 5:00-6:00: Have dinner 6:00-6:30: He could have screen time, alexa seems like she'd be really strict with this, even if it was just watching a show being his screen time. 7:00: Have a bath and get ready for bed.

So he didn't have a super strict schedule, but some parts were pretty steady, and he was a really go with the flow type boy.

18. What was their favorite childhood memory? Their least favorite?

His least favourite is probably when his mom said they'd go get donuts after their errunds and instead just fucking pullled over the car and screamed. That ones my fondest from his childhood though. His favourite was when he met Aaron and their first sleepover together because his mom let them pick whatever they wanted from the corner store.

19. What was their favorite holiday as a child? Their least favorite?

Christmas was his favourite, thanksgiving his least favourite because they had to go around the table and say what they were thankful for, and it wasnt that he was ungreatful, it was that he didnt want his mom to be upset with his answer.

20. What was their relationship like with their parents? How different was it than currently?

Him and Graham click like links together, they've always liked each other. In most versions Logan doesn't ever meet his bio dad, but he did in cannon and didn't get along with him because he was a criminal :/. His and Alexa's relationship has always been strained, he liked her more when he was a kid before he knew she was traumatized and taking it out on him. And I think once he learned that in family therapy as a teenager he never saw her the same way. He and her are civil. He doesn't like her, but he does love her.

[saffsstudies]

Homeschooling Away!

In addition to my personal studies, I am finding myself staring down the decision to homeschool my daughter for at least Junior Kindergarten.

Here in my area of Canada we have Junior and Senior Kindergarten as optional school years, with mandatory school starting for 1st grade the year your child turns 6. That means that JK is the year your child turns 4.

In our situation, my daughter turns 4 December 30, and in talking with the schools in our areas we've found out that JK and SK are combined classes. This means that our 3.75 year old could be starting school with 5.75 year olds. She would turn 4 December 30, and kids with January birthdays would be turning 6.

My husband and I (and his mother who provides daycare) discussed things and decided that was too much of an age/development gap for our comfort. Thus, we have decided to homeschool for JK.

In looking at all the lovely lists of "how to tell your child is ready for kindergarten" my daughter can do everything except physically write her name, though she can type it on the computer. She knows upper and lower case letters (and not just the alphabet song), shapes, colours, numbers (she loves the counting to 100 song), animals, and is even starting to understand addition and subtraction.

However, she needs to learn to follow directions better, adhere to a schedule, learn days/months/weather, and get more social interactions with peers (thank you Covid for that set back)

Since JK is mostly play to learn, I had a learning curve too.

To put it bluntly: I'm old. Due to this, my brain says that learning is done with books and worksheets, evaluated by tests and projects. The level of knowledge that she has seemed to me to fit in with this, and I tried to start a 'preschool journal' where I would make little worksheets and try to get her to fill them out.

She got bored quick.

I finally realized that I needed to follow her lead in a way. She needs better fine motor skills to help with her ability to write, but she wasn't overly interested in colouring. So I got a bunch of pony beads and she spends ages sorting, pretending, and moving them from container to container.

Then I wanted to try and get her to understand math and got little puzzles that teach addition and subtraction. I had to pull my expectations back and understand that at this point she just needed to count the number of items and match it to a written number. Eventually she would understand the separation of the items and that the cross in the centre meant addition.

She wanted to draw faces on her chalk board and decided that the hair would be numbers. So she had me draw the number, then she tried... right there she was learning through play.

Changing my brain from printables, worksheets, sitting at a table and writing stuff down, to following the play my daughter wants to do and adding learning into it, that took a while. I'm getting there though, and looking forward to seeing what the next year looks like.

[soulfulscriptor]

Am I doing too much

Maybe it's my desperation or the fact I had believed (subconsciously) that I would have instantaneous results compareable to what I watched on the potential side hustle gigs that are out there that I didn't know about. But I will say I was expecting better results to what I've been getting.

Now the plan was to have all these things going for me, with success in a month (more realistic conscious outlook). Getting some Etsy sales trickling in here and there, and being monetized instaneously with YouTube, and getting that extra income to buy a house before the year is up.

Not even my more realistic outlook come to fruition. Now I will definately I'm spending the majority of my business developing time on my Facts YouTube Channel. But my AI generator needed my subscription to renew to use it (I'm on a basic plan so it doesn't last long). So things like Etsy took to the back burning as I'm more of the digital product kind of person.

I will definitely say lately it's felt like I've been trying todo too much too soon. But I blame my anxiety on that. I've been doing my best to hold that h*ll hole of my brain at bay.

But you're probably looking at all I've written since starting this blog, and going, "Well f*ck, you are doing too much. Your crazy" or something like that. And I agree. But let me tell you why and you can tell me if you still think I'm crazy, I'm probably just more desperate.

To start, I have ADHD, found out during the start of the pandemic in 2020. I had a newborn, I was working from home and falling asleep all the time while working (Granted my job literally had my twiddling my thumbs 98% of the time when I wasn't in the office and even then I was twiddling away 90% of the time. And you're probably like "With a newborn, I don't doubt it, you probably don't sleep at night".

And your wrong there. All my babies were good sleepers, and technically still are. But anyways once I started to treat my ADHD, my middle of the day fatigue disappeared. And that was one problem I've been trying to solve for over 10 years and perplexed my doctors. And my ADHD is why I never continued making music videos on my personal YouTube account, I started doing that for fun when YouTube started up and then dropped it when I couldn't figure out how to had video clips to my videos without being copy righted.

I know I've talked about my attempts at this stuff before. But flash forward to 2023. I work 2 jobs, and my husband also works a full time job and I have 4 kiddos' with 2 in Independent School instead of private. As my income goes up, the cost of the school goes up. And unless I change something financially, this is the last year they will get to go. And I want them to stay.

Why to struggle to keep them in when it causes me so much financial and mental stress, you might ask? Because the community is awesome, but also because my kids get exposed to foreign languages as early as Junior Kindergarten (Preschool- 4y). My oldest (11y) has been taking Mandarin since he was 4 and will continue to do so in Middle School. And not only does he get to take Mandarin, but Latin is part of their curriculum. And my 3rd born (6y) has been exposed to French and Spanish. The School struggled to keep a part time Mandarin Teacher, so they had to phase that program out 2y ago, so my oldest was the last to have the Madarin Opportunity in Lower School.

But still its' one opportunity I wish the entire US education could get behind for Elementary Education. I mean just about every country with an education, makes learning English a priorty and English is their 2nd language, and they start pretty young. But it's the one thing I don't want to take away from them, as I struggled in Middle School and High School to pick up French and trying to learn Japanese off of Anime is a no go.

But this is the sole reason I decided (kind of impulsively, all the best things I've done, and the worse, have been done on impulse) to start up all these side things and turn them into successful businesses. With my ADHD under control, along with my depression and anxiety, being able to stay focused on stuff long term is a new thing for me. Granted it's only been successful in mobile gaming, (1 game has lasted almosted 4y, started it right before my diagnosis).

And so far, I've been monitoring all my stuff on a routine daily basis for the past month and researching optimization ideas to get my stuff noticed and even if this was 2018, I probably would have forgot about all that I was trying to accomplish and gone back to zoned out, not really living ways and working 3 jobs.

So am I crazy, desperate, or just a workaholic who doesn't know their limits? You can let me know your honest opinion, I promise I can't easily take offense.

[all-around-animal-kid]

About Me Post

Name: You can call me Stellaluna if you want. Any animal name or nickname would be fine though I think.

Pronouns: They/Them, She/Her, He/Him if it's hard for you to use neopronouns, no pressure if it is. Neos are Iv/Ivs (as in IVs in a hospital), My/Myo/Myotis/Myotisself. More fun neos are sniff/snoff.

IRL Age: 28

Small Age: 5-10 I think -shrugs- Will never actually know what age I am, just know what I like.

Animal Regression: Dairy Cow

CG's: I have two cg’s both my partners! One is Mum and the other is Techie! Techie is an alter in Mum’s system, and Mum is only my Mum in a certain fictionkin shift (Erin from You’re Next)! But I also consider Zoroark from Pokemon as a mother figure too!

Important Info: I'm physically disabled and have been since I was born. I don't mind talking about that though. Because of my disability I spent a good chunk of time in hospitals after surgeries. I find hospitals comforting, so medcore things will be on this blog.

I've also had anger issues since I was a kid. So tantrums, yelling and being angry was what I was like as a kid. And while I don't think I'll make that many posts of my own it's important that I don't hide those things from people. If you know Muffin from Bluey I basically would act like that if I didn't hide that part of myself because I don't want to frustrate another parental figure and make their lives harder like I did my actual parents. Hate rules and following them.

I've started having memory problems recently. Because of this, when I list my favorite things I won't just list 2 or 3, I'll list all of them because I don't want to forget them. I'll put the long list of favorite things at the end so that I can just update it as I feel like it.

DNI: NSFW blogs, racists, ableists, antis, your usual things

List Of Favorite Things (As A Kid) Animals: Bats are my all time favorite animal and always have been. Along with them I like snakes, tasmanian devils, komodo dragons, alligators, and crocodiles. But as my blog name is all-around-animal-kid, I like all animals.

Books: Stellaluna of course, The Little Puppy, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Chipmunk On Hollow Tree Lane, and A Dog’s Life: Autobiography Of A Stray

Colors: Light blue & pink (makes me think of cotton candy), Red, Blue, Yellow, Green (Primary colors), Orange/Black/Dark Brown (Halloween mix of colors), Pastel colors in the context of Easter, annnddddd silver! For stars and moon and stuff!

Holidays: Easter (I love all the colors associated with it and easter egg hunts) and Halloween (love black/orange colored things, and love the holiday in general)

School Stuff: Favorite subject is biology! I like animal anatomy stuff and animal science! But also probably kindergarten and preschool type stuff -shrugs-

Season: Autumn! I love the colors of the leaves changing and the weather!

Songs: All Shania Twain songs to start, Who Let The Dogs Out is my all time favorite song, the next few I’ll list are all from the same channel on youtube called ParrMr who does songs about different stuff you learn in school: Mutations Song, Patterns Of Behavior Song, Seasons Change, The Story Of All Life Evolution Song, Animal (Classification) Song, and my all time favorite Ecosystems Song! And it’s not technically a song but I’ll put it here anyways; the Lori’s Natural Foods commercial from...Apparently 2012 but I could swear it was earlier than that.

Shows: Top Favorite Shows: Meerkat Manor, The Most Extreme, Cyberchase, Fetch! with Ruff Ruffman, Wild Kratts, Zoboomafoo, Scooby-Doo, Chowder, Paw Patrol, and Max & Ruby.

Animal Planet back in its 'golden years' I'll call it, was always what I'd enjoy watching. Meerkat Manor and The Most Extreme were two of my favorites. But I also spent time watching Animal Precinct. Other shows include Steve Irwin Crocodile Hunter, Pet Star, Planets Funniest Animals, It's Me Or The Dog, My Cat From Hell, and Lost Tapes.

PBS Kids was also what I'd watch a lot. Shows include classics like Arthur, Cyberchase which helped me with math, and Fetch! with Ruff Ruffman, Word World, the old Clifford The Big Red Dog, Sagwa, Between The Lions, Dragon Tales, Zoboomafoo, and Wild Kratts

Cartoon Network: Favorites from here are Pokemon, Camp Lazlo, Chowder, Ed Edd n Eddy, The Grim Adventures Of Billy And Mandy, Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends, The Marvelous Misadventures Of Flapjack, Krypto The Superdog, and My Gym Partner's A Monkey

Nick/Nick Jr.: Paw Patrol, Max & Ruby, Wonder Pets, Franklin, Oswald, Little Bear, Fairly Odd Parents, Drake & Josh, Rugrats, Spongebob, Little Bill, CatDog, ChalkZone, Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide, Maggie And The Ferocious Beast, and Bob The Builder

Boomerang: A Pup Named Scooby-Doo, Captain Planet, Baby Looney Tunes

Misc: Yes Dear, Home Improvement, Wishbone

Top Favorite Movies: Scooby-Doo And The Legend Of The Vampire, Kangaroo Jack, The Water Horse, The PAW Patrol movie

Movies: Scooby-Doo On Zombie Island, Scooby-Doo And The Witch's Ghost, Scooby-Doo And The Cyberchase, Scooby-Doo And The Legend Of The Vampire, Scooby-Doo And The Ghoul School, Pokemon The Movie 2000, Pokemon Heroes, Kangaroo Jack, The Water Horse, and the newest The PAW Patrol movie!

[landwriter]

I just. Need to get this out of my head. We all see Hob as a university level teacher but what if he wasn't? What if he was an elementary, or even kindergarten/preschool, teacher. He didn't exactly plan to become an Offical Wrangler of 20 Human equivalent of cats, but it lets him showcase his random knowledge and get even more excited about seeing the future.

Get it outta your head, put it into mine, yes, this is the meta I welcome and adore!!! I think my views on Hob tend to run a little bit sharper and darker than the average fandom take. I've never seen him as someone whose chief trait is hope, yanno? It's hunger for me! Never thought, oh yeah, that is a labrador retriever in human form. I have never associated him with a little classroom that has posters about weather and seasons and a map of the world.

And YET. After getting this ask and thinking about it. I am fucking sold and now I will sell you all too. He would be a brilliant teacher of younger kids. Because I don't think you need to be sunny or kind or friendly to be a good teacher of small children. It’s nice. But I do believe you have to be curious. And sensitive. And patient. And those are some of the traits that characterize Hob to me.

He knows more of the variations of life than can be earned in a mortal lifetime alone. He knows loneliness. He knows losing family. He knows poverty. He knows about moving and leaving what feels like your whole life behind you, when you never wanted to go. He would inherently understand why it's better to talk about 'grownups at home' than 'parents', and why you shouldn't make kids share with the class what they did on their summer vacation. 

He is always curious - not just of the world in a way that allows him to passionately transmit that knowledge to his classes like you say OP - but also of his kids. About their dreams and hopes and fears. About how childhood has changed so much. He loves the small stuff. He wants to hear it all. A class of 20 enthusiastic kids might be like herding cats, but it’s also 20 entire lives, mornings and nights and houses and siblings and pets and chaos and weird kid observations and beliefs, and it sates Hob’s bottomless hunger for the human experience far more than a lecture hall filled with a bunch of young adults who are only there three hours a week, whose extent of conversation with him is usually limited to emails asking for paper extensions that he grants each and every time.

He also has this insane sensitivity that you see even in 1389 in the way he pulls back earnestness with humour to match the mood of the room. He is always watching, always feeling, always adjusting. Think of all the little expressions of expectation and irritation and hurt and hope when talking with Dream! I have no doubt he’d ensure each of his students felt seen and understood, even if it's hard at first. Even if it takes a long time to get there. It’s taken him a long time, after all. He is this exquisitely tuned instrument to talk carefully to kids, and to give them back tenfold the sort of validation that a part of him always howled for in those early meetings.

He's good at being earnest. He's good at big feelings. He's good at being funny. He's good at noticing. He's good at these things, in large part, because he's not normal at all.

He’s also as stubborn as a child, but as frighteningly patient as, well, an immortal. It’s probably uncanny to his colleagues. They tell Hob he’s got the patience of a saint, and he thinks, privately, More like the faith of a martyr. But he does. He’s got both.

I think he doesn't get it all right at first. But I think within ten years he’s got so many teaching awards he needs to put up a special shelf for them. Below it, though, are several shelves, already full to bursting, with letters and thank-yous and birthday cards and ‘look at me now’ life updates from former students. Because that is the kind of teacher Hob wants to be.

[candlecoo]

if your still doing Au request and you know this series. A Ranma 1/2 au?

YOU HAVE UNLOCKED A RARE DIALOGUE TREE!!! YES, I know Ranma 1/2 it was the first anime I truly fell in love with. I've read every manga, and seen every episode (even the ova's!!!)

It is in my opinion the perfect action(fighting)/comedy. And honestly I rewatched it recently and thought to myself that the transformations/curses in the show could definitely fit in as quirks in bnha!

this would definitely be more of a comedy than canon bnha is so just keep that in mind

- lzuku's quirk comes in one day on time for a child of his age, there was nothing noteworthy about it other than what the quirk was.

- Izuku had come back home after preschool with no changes quirk wise, him and Inko had dinner together and his mother runs him a bath.

- she leaves to do the dishes and let's him play for a while, a half and hour later she goes to check on her son and and finds not her son sitting in the tub but a little girl!

- turns out Izuku's quirk let's him change swap gender through contact of water of different temperatures. Hot water equals boy, cold water equals girl.

- at first Inko worries about his quirk but Izuku doesn't find an issue with it he still feels like Izuku, but Inko more so worries about what the other kids would say.

- so after alot of thought Inko plans to have Izuku homeschooled or do school online. And it works out wonderfully!(thanks to the money Hisashi sends her and his recommendation for the best tutors)

- Izuku is more worried about his quirk not being good for heroics until it hits him! Undercover work and infiltration!

- he can use his quirk to disguise himself as someone else and be unassuming, like an actor! Or an underground hero from in all those movies! It'd be easy to separate his two forms since only his mom and presumably his dad know his quirk.

- so Izuku agrees to being homeschooled as long as he can take whatever classes/hobbies he wants outside of the house. martial arts, fighting, acting etcetera.

- over the next ten ish years Izuku becomes a master of multiple forms of martial arts, karate, weapons and parkour. As well as improv, acting, dance, and of course cosplay/costume design/fashion (he has to make his characters believable)

- when out and about Izuku is every careful about not transforming and carrots a bunch of stuff to prevent it from happening just in case(for comedic effect) and things to help him change back just in case too! (Like imagine him carrying a Mary Poppins esc bag)

- when he feels ready and talks through his plans with Inko to apply to UA which she agrees to and states how proud she is!

- Izuku fails save Ochako during the entrance exam and makes it into gen Ed instead.

(From there it's a bunch of hijinks and too many love triangle just like in Ranma 1/2! Also Fem!Izuku has white hair instead of green, like how Ranma has black hair but Fem!Ranma has red. Izuku is also rather gender fluid in this au(like hair and dress wise, could go either way) and really doesn't have a preference on pronouns and answer to any no matter what gender he is currently displaying)

- Him and Hitoshi become fast friends and finds out about Izuku's quirk by accident and promises to keep it a secret. He also helps Izuku with his mischief.

- said love triangles(?) I have so far include:

Ochako crushing on the boy who tried to save her.(Izuku)

Monoma falling for the girl who complimented his quirk and said he'd make a wonderful hero.(Fem!Izuku)

Todoroki slowly falling for the boy who helped him with his quirk during the sports festival (Izuku (endgame ship)) and then trying to connect the dots between Izuku and the white haired girl!

[bonny-kookoo]

Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

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