#Maybe one day I'll draw him w T too. But there's so much in my head

[tapeworrmart]

Lmao what if I drew my OC as a postal insert. They meet in a human shield situation I think 🥰

[surfinminho]

Day 21- Double penetration w/seungmin

⤷ warnings: anal, sub!seungmin, fisting mentioned, implied second round

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⤷Taglist : @greysweaters-blog @hannie-bees @ashydoinwhat @chansbabygirlsstuff @hiddlestandom @stanskzsstuff @mal-lunar-28 @leeracha @linos-kitten @bonateukna @ihrtlix @conwunder @jazzyluuv

⤷ permanent taglist: @iadorethemskz @iluvseungie

*please dm me if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.*

You weren't opposed to trying anything in bed. Especially if seungmin suggested it. So when you guys are talking about stuff, you ask him about what he's into but you don't get a response.

"Come on just tell me!" You try to make him feel like hes welcomed to say anything on his mind (he is).

"Nuh uh" he plays it off, throwing his head back covering his eyes.

"Okay let me guess" you take out your phone and search up a random list of kinks and bedroom activities.

"Let's see, knife play, bondage, double penetration" you look up after every word to see his reaction. His ears turn red at the last two words, eyes widening.

"You want to be fucked with 2 dildos? Is that it" you smile to yourself, keeping a mental note of this conversation.

"Ah- yes no maybe? I don't know" his voice starts to quiet down at the end sentence.

"It's okay, just tell me and I'll do whatever you ask me to" you move yourself to wear you're fully facing seungmin, encouraging him to talk.

"I want to be fucked with 2 dildos." His face flushes red, knowing if he didn't tell you what he wanted you wouldn't have done it.

"Good job"

And that's how you guys ended up in this position, with alot of lube used

"wanna take two? You already have one cock in you." You lean over, drizzling lube on your hand and his rim.

"Want more, another one please" he says, back arching to adjust to the feeling of your strap in him.

You push your fingers into his rim, stretching him out more than he already is.

"Think you can take it?" You rub up and down his back, drawing random shapes.

"Y-yes" you grab the smaller dildo you took out, dripping lube onto the tip.

You press the tip against his hole, not moving.

"i-in please." He pushes his out at for you trying to get you to put in the dildo already.

He trys to complain again but you push the tip in, holding his hips still.

"Stay still, I'm not trying to hurt you now" you continue to inch it into him stopping when you reach the middle.

"t-too much, so full" his cock is pulsing against his stomach, precum smearing everywhere.

"Want all of it baby? Could probably fit my whole fist in you. You'd like that? Mommy fisting you?" You gently push the rest of the dildo in, moving to always hit his prostate.

"Mommy! I-I can't so-" letting out a moan, pearly white liquid dripping down his stomach to his thighs. Some landing on the bed.

You try to pull out but he stops you

"N-no! make me cum again. Wanna cum again please"

[peoplepersonoaktree]

Is this how I reply to comments like this? Idk. Anyway~

@banana-pancake5 if you actually wanted me to answer this, here-

HOLY CRAP THIS IS GONNA BE LONG-

Hopefully not too long- I'll try not to rant too much, we'll se tho

so, the Au is your basic, “what if Mikey wasn’t able to open a portal?” Au, which has been done a whole lot, I know, but oh well. I’ve been working on it since like, July and I’ve only gotten to pg 19, so idk if I’ll ever finish it.

so, one day, in like, mid June, when I first started actually trying to draw the turtles, I started drawing a thing in this little baby sketchbook I have, based on the song “Georgia” by Jonah Kagen. And then I sent it to my friend. And then it grew and we eventually came up with this and this entire storyline. We just kinda plotted this thing out where like, two weeks after the invasion, Donnie starts getting these weird visions of Leo in the prison dimension because why not, and tries to get him back with Casey's help or whatever because he thinks that these visions mean that Leo's still alive. Here’s the original pictures because I think they can be in here-

Idk. I didn’t know how to draw clothes and still don’t 😃👍

I don’t think I’ll ever post the comic on tumblr or anywhere because I probably won’t ever finish it, but if I get to a certain point in the comic, (which is way far away) maybe I will. Idk.

*Cough* and then I also have a mini thing where I turned them all into mushroom people but that's a whole different thing-

NOW TO THE KID’S SHOW WHICH IS THE PART I’M ACTUALLY EXCITED ABOUT~

Like I said in this post, my friend texted me at like, 2 am on a school night, and was like, "Hey, hey hey... wanna write and animate a kid's show w/ me??" and I said heck yeah because I definitely have time for that. I asked her if she had any idea for what it would be about or anything like that and she did not, so we just kinda... pulled something out of the ground the next day and I ended up getting obsessed.

So, the kid's show...

We haven't figured out a name for it because we're both indecisive, which is... bad if you're trying to get something done. But we got characters and half a storyline settled!

So, the show is centered around four main characters, Atlas (A deer), Fern (A fox), Nutmeg (Mouse), and M I L D R E D (a chickadee). They're also in the post linked above.

The show would be about these four, going on little adventures, exploring the forest where they live, discovering odd creatures (thinking about adding in a few Acorn Creetchurs because that would be fun) and just living life

but as the series continues, the colors start to get more muted and the backgrounds start to get more gray, as if the life is being drained out of the forest.

one day, while exploring, they come upon this odd sort of... black goop that's spreading across the forest floor, infecting and killing everything it comes into contact with. Then, the four of them have to find a way to stop the spread of this odd goop. This goop represents pollution/deforestation, and we have a few ideas for how the goop started, one of my favorites being that it's controlled by some sort of animal spirit that grew up in a heavily polluted area and died at a young age because of the conditions and the only reason it's spreading is because it wants to be able to breathe fresh air and drink clean water for once, but it can't, because everything it touches immediately becomes polluted.

We both went into this knowing absolutely N O T H I N G about animating, so it'll probably be a few years until we're actually able to do anything with this, if we do anything with it.

That- that little animation is the most I can do with animation. That's the best I got.

[yuwumeniji]

Hi hi~! If you’re still taking requests at this time I was wondering: when do you think the Luxiem boys realized that they were truly and deeply in love with reader-Chan? This concept has been on my mind today >w< thank you if you answer this!

Luxiem & Falling in love

WARNING: Please remember that I am writing about Luxiem based on their characters online and not of the people behind their vtuber avatars, thank you!

EXTRA NOTES: request thank you!! and just as a general thing, i've decided to do the requests out of order, so if you sent something earlier, i'll eventually get to yours if inspiration hits ^^

GENERAL

i'll make up different scenarios for each boy! just a short reason (or long idk) as to how you guys met and how they started to develop feelings for the reader

what kind of person they are with a crush/interacting with their crush & how they are when truly in love ^^

i didnt proofread... just dont perceive my mistakes lmao

MORE UNDER THE CUT!

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IKE EVELAND

a school crush

at first, he doesn't think too much of it; maybe it's just a one time thing, maybe once the school day is over, he won't think about it, but then you started to appear in his dreams.

oh boy the dreams - don't get me wrong, they're pure, i swear

he doesn't really go out of his way to interact with you but instead waits for you to come up to him - luckily for ike, you seem to have a lot of questions about studying you'd like to ask him.

the type to be a bit on the quieter side when it comes to having a crush - in fact, he's the kind to quietly suffer from a one-sided crush.

he tends to stay away and avoid the person of his affection while craving your attention. he's very hot-and-cold in that sense

the moment he realized he truly had a crush on one of the top students in his grade (aka you in this scenario), his face flushes red. he starts kicking his feet in the air when thinking of you and draws little hearts around your name in his notebook

LUCA KANESHIRO

The stranger he locked eyes with at a club

he spent all night trying to find you amongst the crowd of drunkards and party-goers like the prince looking for cinderella after the ball.

the moment he finds you, it's like roses filled his field of vision, the birds were chirping and he felt like he was the cleanest man alive (metaphorically speaking, he may be pure of heart but at the end of the day he is a true mafioso ((im not using that word correctly huh lmao)))

you both often meet at the same club every single time - and for every single time, it feels as if he is the only person looking at you amongst the crowd of people

he's the kind to be a little more bold when it comes to confronting his crush - he'll go out of his way to even serenade you

he wants to spend the utmost time with the target of his affection, from inviting you to dinners, taking you to movies, etc, but surprisingly, he's a little shy when it comes to asking the question

he doesn't really realize when he's truly in love with you until you started to take up space in his mind - if you ask him to earn 5 cents for every single time you've been on his mind, he'll only have 5 cents since you were always there

MYSTA RIAS

Accidentally bumping into the reader as he rushes to another crime scene ; it was nearly at first sight

he was dashing around the city, trying to avoid spilling the beans of his latest case until he suddenly runs into the cafe door that you happened to open ‐ papers and other important documents fly through the air and all he could think about was how red and flustered you looked when accidentally hitting him

from that fateful meeting, the two of you would often bump into each other around the city by pure coincidence. they do say that after the third meeting, it must be meant to be.

he's either the kind of person who couldn't shut up about how much he likes this person and when someone asks him "why not ask them out?", he suddenly becomes super bashful and shy and "d'aww!!! do you think they like me too??"

or he's super lowkey about it until the point where you have to ask yourself "does he really have a crush?"

the moment he realizes he has feelings for you was just during an average conversation - you could be talking about your day, complain about other people or whatever, but mysta's mind seems to drift elsewhere ; "ah. i like this person."

SHU YAMINO

The mysterious, but good-looking stranger on the bus you frequent

first it was sneaky glances, then it was taking the seat next to you and asking how are you and where are you going - you later find out that he's in the same school/workplace as you

from there, it started hanging out outside of the bus - taking you to different locations across the city and just spending time with each other

shu seems to be the kind of person who is lowkey about his crush - he just likes to be able to be near you and thinks that if he suddenly starts telling you how much he thinks about you, you could get scared off by that

in fact, he's also the kind to suffer from a one-sided crush as well - he'd rather have you happier with someone else than him sometimes even if it makes his heart hurt a little bit

the moment he realizes he has a crush on you, he says it feels as if something just clicked. like a gear shifted in the right way and a light started appearing around you. in his eyes, the world seemed a lot brighter after this realization.

VOX AKUMA

Switched orders on accident at a local cafe

picture this - you're at your favourite cafe trying to get your favourite drink. you're distracted when suddenly you hear your name get called out to retrieve your order. the second you take a sip from the cup, it isn't yours.

you then meet the light tapping of someone's shoe (or... sandal?) against the cafe's floor and lo-and-behold; the akuma himself, holding your cup

he seems to take a liking to you, especially after you complained about his weird drink and he even gave you his number, strange.

from then, you would meet up often at the same cafe, discussing different culinary techniques and even teaching each other new things

vox seems like he'd be lowkey but very direct if asked about having a crush too, but fortunately for him, not one to suffer from a one-sided one either.

"do i like this person? of course i do."

he realizes he has a crush when he firmly believes that he can truly stay by the side of this person as equals. it's a cozy, warm feeling he feels in his heart when he realizes how much affection he feels for them.

[peachiipark]

Hello, I'm sorry for disturbing you but is it okay if you write about gon, killua, kurapika, and leorio on how they react when random people say misogynistic comments about their younger sister. You don't have to if you don't want to.

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 — 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

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OOOOH THIS IS THE ONE!! thank you so much for a main four request! i'm super duper excited to get started :) don't be sorry! my requests are open for a reason 💗 i really wanna give them names too so 👩🏾‍🦲

SLIGHT T/W FOR VIOLENCE!! READ WITH CAUTION.

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KURAPIKA KURTA .

I LOVE U BAYYYYYBAYYY AND IF ITS QUITE ALRIGHT I NEED U BAYYYYBAYYY-

ahem.

kurapika seems like the type to be a VERY overprotective brother, almost like a somewhat chill helicopter father if you know what i mean-

let's name his sister.. okay i wanna go with something that seems familiar to his culture. we see kurapika, pairo, mizelle, and chikuta.

ELENORA

I THINK ITS THE ONE

seeing as his family is gone and he only has his sister by his side now, you could expect this kind of behavior from him.

if we aren't doing any modern aus, i think it'll go a bit something like this!

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"hold your form— steady, steady. very well, ela. monitor your breathing well, it can interfere with your aura if not done correctly. alright, can you feel the weight of the chains materializing?"

"just look at that."

kurapika's ear twitched at the quiet whispers.

"honestly, i don't know why he's trying to teach her anything. this typa work ain't meant for.. yeah."

"hey, maybe she can work with that machi girl. she's better off using nen for sewing up her brother's clothing when he saves her from an inevitable ass whooping." the man nudged his partner, chuckling over their comments as the two of them walked off.

kurapika slowly removed his hands from his sister's forearms, hoping that he wouldn't alarm her. concealing his presence, kurapika lingered behind the two men, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

..

"hey!— fucks the matter with you!?"

"see your size? the both of us could take you on right here and right now!"

the low sound of clinking chains fluttered into the two fighters' ears as kurapika backed them into a corner. wrapping them with his 'chain jail', he walked up to the one who initiated the conversation and squeezed his windpipe.

"one more word from your dirty mouth and i'll rip that tongue out. if you ever see you around this place talking down on my sister ever again," his slender fingers trace across the man's chest as a pushes pressure on the area about his heart, his sharp nail drawing a bit of blood. "this will be mine."

"understood?" the chains tightened.

the men mumbled apologies and pleaded to be released from the chains. as he nearly pulled them tighter, kurapika was snapped out of his trance.

"kurapika? should i open my eyes now?"

needless to say, those two were very lucky that he was busy that day.

"just a moment, elenora."

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GON FREECSS.

i just want to give him a hug.

we've all seen that gon is the type of person to defend the people that he loves AND go to far lengths for them. he doesn't seem like to immediately become violent, but he wouldn't back down!

i actually wish gon had a sibling like can u guys imagine how cute it would be if gon came back to a little sister like ☹️☹️☹️☹️

if we have gon and ging then let's call her gia!

anyways.. lemme start writing before i cry over gon again (hes my son btw)

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"woah, that's crazy! you're a natural, G!" gon praised his sister as she showed him her powerful kick. the two of them had been catching up by playing soccer after a long trip. she had managed to rip the net by kicking it so hard. no doubt that leg strength ran in the family! "i'll get us something to drink. i won't be too long! take a break while i'm gone."

"okay!" she placed the ball down, took a seat, and crossed her legs. suddenly, she felt a force on her side and jumped a bit out of shock. "what the-"

"hey, freecss, we're gonna use the field ourselves. move over." a group of boys from gia's school walked up to her, their ball rolling over and hitting her.

"oh! my brother and i are actually-"

"i don't know if your here to watch gon or something but still. move. over."

"first of all, i'm not here to watch gon play. he's here watching me play, so, it's obvious that you've got it all wrong." gia stood up, crossing her arms.

the kid pushed her out of the way and snatched the ball away from her. "as if. go back up to the hill with your aunt mito. she needs some help with the laundry anyway."

the boy continued to poke fun at gia as he and his friends laughed. she saw them everywhere she went. whale island was already isolated by it being an island, it didn't help that it's population was low and everyone knew each other. basically, gia was stuck with them.

"hey!"

"now who c-"

"gia said she's not leaving, so knock it off." gon stood next to his sister, backing her up.

the boys froze and rolled their eyes. who would willingly mess with the only nen user on the island? it seems like a death wish. "let's get out of here."

"i'm proud of you for taking charge of the situation, gia. i shouldn't have left you alone. i'm so sorry."

"it's okay.. i don't care about them. now, let's play some soccer!" the two of them went back to their game. after that, they planned on spending much longer playing just to get under the boys' skin.

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KILLUA ZOLDYCK.

killua is ALSO my son 💗

don't ask how this works.. 💗

i think he's the type to just end it in seconds

.. 🔪🔪🔪

KILLUA IS SUCH A GOOD BIG BROTHER THOO LIKE THE WAY HE CARES FOR ALLUKA IS SAUR 💔💔

BUT ANYWAY ANYWAY

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"big brother!" alluka called out worriedly, watching as killua engaged in a battle with a random man at heaven's arena. alluka had wanted to learn how to use nen for a long time. seeing as it would give her a means to protect herself against illumi, killua gladly helped her out by training for the past few months.

she was about to get into combat when her partners continued dropping the battles for some unknown reason. when she stepped into the net for the fourth time, her partner yelled out to her.

"sorry, girly. fighting against you is like having a win handed to me. wanna know why your other partners quit? they want a real challenge!"

hearing all of those words being said to his sister snapped something inside of killua. he ran down from the crowd and prepared to attack the competitor. due to the level of entertainment, the announcers chose not to end the battle.

"alluka, attack him! do it now!"

she hesitantly nodded, running up to the man and delivering a strong blow while he was down. flying a few feet, her partner was knocked out cold as the entire crowd watching in disbelief. soon, their silence turned into celebration for the young woman.

killua walked up to his sister and held her hand, smiling at the sight of her improving so much and gaining the appreciation that she deserved.

"and that's how you teach someone a lesson."

"i feel bad.. he was already down.."

"well, he was an idiot anyway."

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LEORIO PALADIKNIGHT.

me personally if i was leorios sister i would be crying buckets of tears for DAYS /POS THATS MY MAAAAAN

i feel like leorio could scare someone off with JUST his presence like- he would stand in front of his sister in be like "what's going on here?" until they run away

now if someone actually got the privilege to be his sister.. we could name her letícia or lucia!

i have two family members with those names actually 💀

leorio and letícia sound more slayful to me SO LETS WRITEEE

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"you didn't have to come help, y'know." the dark haired woman mumbled, sliding out from underside a car and tearing off her gloves. "but, i appreciate it anyway. things have been kinda tough lately."

"would i ever let you deal with anything alone? give me a sec, i'll get you a new pair." leorio smiled, heading to the back of his sister's shop to grab a box of gloves.

the reality of lettie's job was that it was something that only a few people take seriously. many people did not accept to go to a repair shop that was ran by a young woman. of course, leorio was always there to help her with expenses, but being a college student, she wanted to gain a sense of responsibility by relying on her own cash.

after returning to his home country for a vacation, leorio had been helping lettie with all of her jobs and cleaning up nicely. despite wanting to be completely independent, she couldn't deny that he was a huge help.

"oyé!" a gruff voice called out from the entrance to the store. letícia quickly brushed her hands off and hurried to the customer.

"ah, i assume this is your car?" lettie pointed behind her to the large SUV as she flashed a smile. "i wasn't in when it got dropped off but i was able to get it fixed u-"

"just tell the other worker that i said thank you. i have places to be." he rolled his eyes, moving past letícia and entering his car.

"p-perdón? sir, i'm sorry, but i'm the one that fixed your car. you're mistaken with my brother, leorio."

"as if you couldn't do anything to save your life. tell me, do you even know what a spark plug is? placing oil stains on your face doesn't symbolize hard work." he continued to spit negative words towards lettie, rolling down the window. "what's my bill?"

"here."

appearing suddenly from behind the car, leorio handed the man a bill for 1.6 million Jenny, (roughly 10,000 USD). the man had a look of bewilderment on his face before scowling and signing the check.

as he reached for the notepad, leorio gripped the man's arm and squeezed tighter as he tried to pull away. "just a reminder, even i don't know what a spark plug is. i don't wanna see your face around here again. lettie would rather have no customers than assholes like you."

watching as the man drove off, lettie smiled and leaned onto her brother's shoulder. "by the way, me preferring to have no customers is the largest stretch that you've made in a long time."

leorio chuckled and handed her the notepad. "hey, but i've landed you quite the big sale." he continued to nudge her until she broke into laughter.

let's just hope that no one will believe a bad review from an asswipe in an SUV.

accompany on: to the masterlist!

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Aim For The Heart | Chapter 1: At First Sight

Pairing: hitman!jk x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 4.5k

Warnings for this chapter: alcohol consumption, language, stalking kind of? I think that's all lol. Pls let me know if there is anything else I should put.

tag list; @teresaisla @hopekookies @moonchild1 @barbellastyles98 @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @yukiehyukie

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn't sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn't his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger. 

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A bright smile graces your features as you tuck the little star-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into a tiny container, just barely getting two of them to fit as you squish them down a tad bit in order to get the lid clipped on.

Then you grab a little tangerine and a cheese stick to drop into your lunch bag along with the sandwiches, counting the number of items aloud to yourself as they make themselves at home and then you zip it all up.

"Th-There we go!" You lift your lunch for the day in triumph.

Your phone startles you when it starts to ring, then you grapple in your purse to find it. You pull it out and answer right before the last ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, girl! Are you ready to go? I'm downstairs." The voice of your best friend comes through the phone and you look at the clock on your microwave. You stare at the little black screen, confused as to why the time isn't showing up before remembering that you were never able to figure out how to display the clock when you bought the microwave three years ago. So, you hold your phone out to look at the time.

6:32

"Oh geez! I didn't r-realize the time. I'll be d-down in a minute, k?" You say, earning a lighthearted laugh from the girl on the other end.

"Take your time, hun. I'm not in any rush."

You thank her quickly and hang up, then you run to your room to grab your favorite pink cardigan and throw it on over your white shirt. As you're hurrying out and grabbing your lunch, you stumble and knock your knee into an open lower cabinet that you had forgotten to close the previous night after pulling a pan from it to make dinner.

"Ouch!" You hiss in pain and rub the sore spot, although it does nothing to ease the ache. Then you grab your purse and run outside, almost forgetting to lock the door. But you remember just in time and clumsily lock it before rushing down the stairs leading to the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Your best friend, Mina, is laughing. You can see her through the windshield as she waves to you. Lifting a hand to wave back, you don't realize in time that your arms are full. You drop your lunchbox and have to crouch to get it again, only taking up even more of your time.

But Mina finds it hilarious and tells you so as soon as you slide into the car and fumble with your seatbelt to get it buckled.

"Honestly, ___. I can't believe you're still single. If I wasn't straight as a board, I'd be head over heels for you and all your shenanigans." She states in a matter-of-fact tone as she pulls out of the parking spot.

A blush creeps up your neck and you try to laugh it off, "D-Don't be silly." You whisper, turning your gaze outside to look at the fluffy white clouds decorating the sky beautifully. You smile and lean your forehead against the glass as you imagine lying on a soft cloud, just drifting in the air.

"If you c-could go anywhere at all, where would y-you go?" You ask Mina suddenly, turning to her. Her eyes are focused on the road but she bites her lip in thought at your question. "Mm, probably Italy. What about you?" She's used to your sudden questions and ramblings, so she smiles when you start to go off.

"I'd wanna go up in the c-clouds. I wanna sit on one and maybe even see a r-rainbow up close! I wonder if I could slide down the rainbow..." Your brows furrow in deep thought. "Or would I f-fall?" You turn to her again and she glances over to see your signature puppy dog eyes that you use when you are either confused, upset, or want something.

Mina turns back to the road, a tiny ache in her heart that she hides with a bright smile, "Girl, you would ride that rainbow straight down into a pot of gold!"

"Really?" Your eyes widen and you feel your heart lift at the image.

She nods and you giggle happily, "You can come w-with me, Mina." You say confidently, your gaze turning back to the sky. "We can sleep in the clouds and slide down rainbows for the rest of f-forever."

"Sounds like a deal."

By the time Mina pulls up to the school, you've discussed everything you'd do up in the clouds and what you'd eat when you're hungry (stardust, you've decided, is the best meal anyone could eat.)

You unbuckle and gather your things. Then you remember something and turn back to Mina, "Oh yeah. W-When are you leaving on your business trip?" You ask a tinge of sadness in your voice.

"This weekend," Mina says solemnly. "I'm sorry I won't be able to drive you for a while. I'll be gone for a month this time."

That makes your heart sting but you manage a small smile, "D-Don't worry about me. I can walk! I'm gonna m-miss you though."

"I'll miss you too, buttercup. We'll hang out this Friday night before I leave the next day. How about that?" Mina asks kindly.

You nod enthusiastically and she smiles, "Ok, get your butt in there before you're late! The bell rings in half an hour and you can't be late on a Monday." She urges you and you nod, hopping out of the car and thanking her again for the ride, reassuring her that you'll walk home from work today.

You blow her a kiss and she laughs as you turn and hurry into the school.

You're all set up only a few minutes before the kids are supposed to arrive, so you go onto Pinterest and look through your fairytale boards, feeling a little spark of joy in your chest.

A couple of minutes later, the kids start streaming through the door, greeting you with the same amount of enthusiasm as you greet them. Your kiddos love you so much that all the other teachers are jealous and they let you know it every day. Of course, you have the sweetest kindergarteners and they're always the best for you.

"Hello, Teacher! Good morning Miss ___! Teacher, look at my new haircut!"

"Hi, Jina! Hello M-Minhhyuk! Kun, your new haircut l-looks so good!" All the kids have bright smiles on their faces by the time they've settled in their seats.

You always start the day off by getting everyone to stand and do a few stretches, then you sing the nursery rhymes you learned yesterday and start learning a new one. You honestly have as much fun as the kids during the school day.

"Ok, l-little ducklings, have a seat!" You get their attention and they immediately oblige. Next, is the alphabet that you guys have been working on since the beginning of the year. Every little one sings it perfectly all the way through and you give them a round of applause and they each get a little punch in their reward cards.

The rest of the day goes by smoothly, with only one temper tantrum thrown and that was resolved quickly.

It's nearing the end of the school day and the kids are all playing during their free time. You're sitting with Ae-Cha, a small and fairly quiet girl, playing with colorful blocks; the both of you competing to see who can build the highest tower. You've learned that she responds well to playing games when there isn't too much talking involved.

You're constantly glancing around the room to make sure everyone is safe and playing nicely and you're always pleased. They've all improved so much since the beginning of school back in September. It's June now and they've all learned their alphabet and how to play nicely with their new friends, along with so many other things. They've really made you so proud this year. You can even hear them reciting the alphabet and nursery rhymes to each other as they play.

Your heart warms at the sound of tiny voices filling the room as they sing. Then you glance at the clock and realize the bell will be ringing in a few minutes. So, you declare Ae-Cha the winner with her foot-high tower of blocks and she beams proudly. Then, you get up and clap three times, "One, two, th-three! Eyes on me!" You singsong, then smile when the kids immediately respond by clapping twice and shouting "One, two! Eyes on you!"

"G-Great attention today, everyone! Alright, the bell will ring soon. Who can tell me w-what that means? What are we doing n-now?" A few little hands go up and you point to the little boy that raised his first, "Yes, Joon Woo?"

"We...Uhm...time to clean up toys...Uhm..." You smile to encourage him and he finishes cutely, "Time uh, to clean up our toys and pack bags."

"Yes! Thank you, Joon Woo. It is t-time for us to clean up and make sure our bags are packed up and ready for h-home!"

The kids start to pick up their toys as you put on the cleaning song that you play every day for them. You all sing along until the room is all tidied and their bags are packed with their homework papers.

You always give them little mazes to do for homework to get their little brains to learn to concentrate, along with instructions on what to draw to show the class the next day. Today, their homework is an extremely easy maze, a coloring page with the alphabet and instructions to draw themselves doing their favorite activity. The kids always love drawing pictures and sharing them with the class and it's a good ice breaker for the shy ones at the beginning of the day.

You always have less and easier homework for the kids on Mondays and Fridays, it just seems fair to you that way. You also feel like it's good for kids to express themselves and be able to share what they like and dislike. You've found drawing helps with communication and creativity for the kids in your class.

The sound of the bell ringing makes a few of you jump, then you hurry to the door. "Alright, ducklings! T-Time to line up!" A few of the kids make quacking sounds as they line up, giggling and talking to their friends.

You smile and open up the door, holding it as the kids walk out in a straight line, some of them still quacking like little ducks.

You lead the kids to the front of the school and make sure they get into the correct line for the bus if they take it. You wave goodbye to them as the kids that take the bus climb on and they run to a window to wave back to you.

The rest of the kids that are left are soon picked up by their parents or siblings. You wave to Ae-Cha, the last student to be picked up. She smiles shyly and waves back before hurrying after her big sister.

After that, you go back to your classroom and finish a few things before packing up to go home. As you're leaving your classroom, you run into one of the other teachers coming from his own room.

"Oh, h-hello Mr. B-Baek!" You bow, missing the ugly sneer on his face as you smile brightly at him. He pushes his glasses further up his nose as he scrutinizes you with his beady little eyes. "You don't belong here, Miss ___." He snaps.

You look at him in confusion, "I-I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"I've waited the entire school year to say this to you. But now that we are nearing the end, I think you should know that you have no business being a teacher at this school. You ought to make the right decision to discontinue your work here." Mr. Baek watches your face fall with a sick sense of satisfaction.

"B-But, why?" You ask, still not understanding.

"First of all, you're inexperienced. You just got out of college last year, am I right?"

You nod uncertainly.

"You're still a child. Why should a twenty-two-year-old girl come marching in here and take a spot that should have been given to someone with more experience? And especially someone like you." He glares at you before turning on his heel and walking away briskly.

Someone like me? What does he mean by that?

You watch after him, feeling a tiny pinch in your chest. You aren't sure what he means, but whatever he's talking about, it sounds like he believes you shouldn't have become a teacher at all. At this school or another. You'll have to ask Mina later because you really have no idea where his rant came from.

Is there something wrong with you becoming a teacher?

You shake your head and laugh it off, "He's probably just had a bad day." You tell yourself as you make your way out of the school.

As you walk home, you sing quietly along with the song in your headphones, a little skip to your step.

You never notice the dark figure across the street, his eyes trained on your every move.

One day earlier...

Jungkook groans as he tosses and turns in bed, searching for his phone to turn the alarm off. He finally finds it and hits dismiss, tossing the phone back down and rubbing his eyes with a tired yawn.

After another minute he sits up and looks out the window, frowning at the sun seeping in and pooling across his floor in a golden river. He stares at a small bird that lands on his windowsill until it flies away.

Jungkook yawns again and reaches up to rub his eyes for the second time. After a few minutes, he's finally able to drag himself out of bed and into the shower. He almost falls asleep again in there, but he manages to make it out after half an hour.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, he makes his way to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of soju that's sitting on his tiny dining table to take a small swig from, finishing off what he'd left last night after his third bottle right before he passed out in bed.

He sighs and grabs a bagel, searching for the cream cheese he swears he saw in his fridge last night. A small smile appears on his lips when he finds it. He snatches it and makes sloppy work of spreading it on his bagel before tossing the leftover trash onto his counter and plopping onto the couch, snarfing down the first half of his bagel in thirty seconds.

Jungkook sighs through his nose as he tiredly chews his breakfast, then he glances down and sees the file he'd left open on his coffee table last night. He swallows the bite he has in his mouth and leans forward to read over it.

Y/L/N Y/N...

Why is that name so familiar?

He shakes his head and flips the file closed, then he leans back on the couch, wanting to spend his Sunday relaxing before he has to get to work on this case. He isn't going to think about it again until tonight.

Jungkook settles down and lays his head on the back of the couch, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He won't think about it.

Jungkook lays there for a minute, then he opens his eyes and lifts his head, glaring at the closed file on the little table.

He grunts in annoyance and drops the other half of his bagel onto the table, grabbing the file angrily and sitting back again. He opens it and starts to reread everything he's read many times since Friday. There's just something that has felt off since he met with Mr. Ling, but he can't put his finger on what it is.

Jungkook squints at the name he's read a thousand times.

Y/L/N...Y/N...

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, frustrated at not being able to remember where he's heard that name before. Then he looks at the occupation.

Teacher at Sunshine Kindergarten.

His brows furrow again, much like they have each time he's read this. He's never had a hit on a teacher before, let alone a Kindergarten teacher. That's such an odd target...

Most of his targets in the past have been sleazy business owners, rapists, leaders of gangs that have terrorized neighborhoods for years, even other hitmen. He's never had a problem with those jobs, but there's something about this one that's telling him to be careful.

Maybe it's because he knows nothing about his client, except for the large sum of money he must have due to the pay he's been promised. Other clients of his were more than happy to explain why they wanted him to do what he does. They never paid him until after the job was done, either.

That leads Jungkook to believe that this guy (or girl) is desperate for his services, convincing him to do it with payment before and after. Almost as if Jungkook would refuse after he found out who the target was...

Jungkook flips the page and scrutinizes the picture of the target.

She's very simple looking, Jungkook thinks. The girl in the picture is wearing a white flowy skirt with a blue blouse that covers her whole arms and white chunky tennis shoes. Her hair is in a low ponytail and it seems like she has headphones in as she walks down the street. There's a tiny smile on her face as if she's thinking about something that makes her happy.

Jungkook doesn't find her particularly beautiful, but she isn't ugly either. She's just very...

Simple...

Jungkook shakes his head, his eyes going over the photo and the girl's smile one more time. Maybe she's a double agent? Or a part of the mafia disguising herself as a school teacher?

He can't figure it out.

It doesn't matter much though, the job seems simple enough and the pay is more than he's ever gotten. After looking through everything once more, Jungkook closes the file and grabs his bagel, quickly eating it before getting up to get dressed for the day.

That night, Jungkook lays out his outfit for the next day.

It's all black, but not suspicious-looking. After all these years, he's been able to design the perfect outfits to avoid attention being drawn to him and simple enough so that no one would think much of him if he were to catch anyone's attention.

It might seem simple, but he prides himself on being able to get each part of his job perfectly designed for each case he gets.

Heaven knows it's taken him years to accomplish.

After he's gotten that all figured out, he walks over to his closet and pulls out a small safe. Setting it on the bed, he swiftly unlocks it and looks inside. He pulls out a few things, examining each of them before he sets them one by one onto his bed. Once he's got the items all laid out, he steps back to look it all over.

"I should wait to decide..." Jungkook mumbles to himself. After a minute of staring at everything, he nods and gathers it all up, carefully putting it back into the safe and locking it tightly. Then he brings it back to his closet and shoves it into the darkest corner where it lives.

That can wait.

He pulls his phone out and checks the time.

11:45

"Damn it," Jungkook mutters. He had wanted to get some sleep earlier tonight since he would have to be awake early tomorrow.

He changes into some shorts, then he yanks his shirt off and immediately climbs into bed, not even bothering to shower or brush his teeth. He really couldn't care less with how tired he is. And he hasn't even started yet.

His alarm blares at an ungodly hour as Jungkook groans loudly, resisting the temptation to chuck his phone across the room.

"I hate Mondays." He mutters angrily, setting his phone back on the nightstand far from gracefully.

He miserably drags himself out of bed and into the shower, going through his morning motions almost like a robot. His brain isn't fully awake and it's just on autopilot right now.

An hour later, he's just finishing his coffee, his eyes no longer squinting in exhaustion. Jungkook unceremoniously drops his coffee cup into the sink, promising himself he'll clean it up later, then he sighs as he grabs his black boots, walking to the couch to sit and pull them on. After he's done lacing them up, he grabs the file he's been avoiding like the plague since yesterday morning.

He mutters to himself, looking at the name on the page.  

"I know that name."

Then he smacks his forehead to get himself to focus again. He stands up and folds the page with the girl's information and then her picture and tucks them into the inside pocket of his black jacket.

Time to get to work.

Jungkook spots the girl almost instantly, the second she steps out of a black car. He glances at the driver, but can only see a person with shoulder length black hair waving. The girl from the picture has a bunch of things in her arms as she blows a kiss to the short-haired driver.

Jungkook has been here since six-thirty in the morning and just as he was beginning to think she called in sick for work, he's finally gotten a chance to see this girl in person. She looks exactly as he remembers from her picture...plain.

She's even wearing the same white skirt and chunky tennis shoes, although this time she has a different top. Her hair is in a high ponytail this time.

"Well, ___. Nice to meet you." Jungkook mutters, watching closely.

After a moment, the black car drives away as the girl scurries into the school, tripping on the last step before straightening herself out again, then disappearing from his sight.

Huh.

Jungkook stares at the door for another minute, then he makes his way to the stores nearby, knowing he's gonna have to wait until the girl leaves. School for the young kids typically gets out at around three-thirty. So, he'll have to be back here around then.

He's definitely going to need to find something to do to kill time.

Jungkook heaves a sigh of relief when he hears the school bell finally ring.

He hurries from the clothes store he was browsing and down the street a block until he's almost across the street from the school. He finds a good spot where he can sift through some newspapers at a little stand and still have an eye on the school.

After a minute, he sees a long line of tiny children coming out from the school. The girl is with them and smiling brightly. Jungkook thinks he can hear some of the kids quacking like ducks. He tries not to look puzzled as he goes back to talking to the person working the paper stand. Jungkook makes small talk with the old man, still keeping an eye on the girl across the street as she waves to each child that leaves.

If she's some mafia boss disguised as a kindergarten teacher, she's one hell of a good actress.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" The old man inquires curiously.

Jungkook laughs softly and shakes his head, "No. I've been so busy with my work I never got the chance to date."

The man nods knowingly. They chat a bit more and Jungkook finds himself trying to balance talking to the man and watching the girl.

"Well, did you want to buy a paper for the day?"

Jungkook turns his gaze back to the old man and nods, "Yes. Two, please. My neighbor would probably enjoy one as well."

The old man laughs and nods, taking the money Jungkook hands him and giving him two papers, "What a kind young man you are. Someday you'll find a lovely young lady, don't you worry, son. You will realize that work is important, but love is even more so."

Jungkook just laughs and thanks the man, then he opens the paper as he slowly starts walking, pretending to read.

He stops at a bench and sits down to wait. The girl went back into the school a few minutes ago, hopefully, she won't be in there long.

Luck seems to be with him today, because, after only about five minutes, Jungkook sees a familiar white skirt flowing as she skips down the steps of the school.

He folds his paper carefully, tucking it into his back pocket. The girl puts little earbuds in and immediately starts to mouth the words of whatever song she's listening to. Jungkook tugs his black baseball cap down a little more as he follows on the other side of the street.

The girl has a bag decorated with cupcakes and cookies that bounces up and down as she dances a little.

What is she, twelve?

Jungkook watches in confusion as the girl stops to pet a dog, giggling when the puppy licks her hand. She straightens up, then after another minute, she seems to get distracted by something else.

Jungkook looks carefully and notices she's picked up a flower that was laying on the ground, seemingly trampled on. She gently holds it in her hands as she continues on her way. It goes on like this for the next fifteen minutes, the girl waving to people and smiling almost the whole way.

By the time she is walking up the steps to her apartment, Jungkook is dying to just get back home. That must have been the longest most annoying walk he's ever taken while tracking someone. The girl had stopped over twenty times, distracted by something else each time, he's sure of it.

Just to be sure, Jungkook lingers around the apartment building a little longer, but when it seems apparent that the girl is going to be staying there, he finally heads home.

Geez, Jungkook thinks in annoyance as he climbs the stairs that lead to his own apartment. His head is spinning with so many questions while he unlocks his door and yanks his boots off with a groan.

But when he plops down onto his bed in his tiny studio apartment, he just stares at the ceiling, his mind suddenly blank apart from one question.

Who in the hell would put a hit on this girl?

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a/n: I hope you guys are liking the setup so far, thank you for all the positive reactions from the prologue!

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fake!jay's voicelines + lesson chats!

finally, i'm making this boy's voicelines and chats. finally. i'll be making these only for fake!jay because i personally see only him being a playable character. what about real!jay? HE'S JUST THERE.

[ jay's voicelines ]

if you choose to hold his hand: "i thought you got lost, i was so worried.. no, no, please, don't apologize! i just tend to get anxious very easily. now, shall we go then?"

level up:

"i'm becoming stronger, don't i? hehe, i'm sure he would be proud of me."

"i see.. i will write this down in my notebook then."

"you don't have to praise me so often. i was.. um.. born with high intelligence, so it's only natural for me to be so good at this. huh? you think that's even more impressive?"

level up max:

"hm.. i wonder if one day i'll get a chance to live a normal life, without being connected to that person."

episode level up:

"i want to thank you for always supporting me and being by my side. this school, these students.. all of this is so new to me. thank you for helping me feel at home here."

limit break:

"oh, does this mean that you have even more things to teach me? that's good to hear, i'll make sure to stay focused."

groovy:

"it's almost like i really am a part of this.. maybe my school life will be just as fun as he wanted."

lesson lines (before lesson):

"you think my handwriting is pretty? t-thank you."

"allen-senpai, we're gonna be late! ugh, why should i be the one to take care of him? he's my upperclassman!"

"i tend to draw while taking notes, but i really am paying attention! it's just easier for me to remember things this way.. oh, you think my drawings are cute?.."

lesson start:

"okay, i think i'm ready."

lesson end:

"if you need help, you can always ask for my notes! ah, but don't depend on me too much, you should pay more attention during class.."

battle start:

"my unique magic helps me bring anything to life, but today i'm gonna use it to take your life!.. did that sound lame?"

battle win:

"i.. i did it? whoa, my magic is more powerful than i thought.."

『 ✿ ◦• ♡ ◦• 𓆩❀𓆪 ◦• ♡ ◦• ✿ 』

[ jay's lesson chats ]

[ a smart kid who dreams about romance]

"did i ever tell you that i come from a family of scientists? yes, my parents are actually quite famous!"

"t-that explains w-why i'm so smart? um, thank you, hehe.."

"my parents are from shaftlands, but they had to go to sunset savanna because of their work and i was born there."

"that reminds me, my parents once told me about this girl, she had to go to the jungle with her father, who was a professor and they spent some time studying nature there."

"but then, she met a guy who spent his whole life living there! if i'm not wrong, his parents died when he was very young and he was raised by gorillas."

"they got along very well and they even started to fall in love. she had a choice between going home and staying here with him and she chose to stay.. don't you think that's so romantic?"

"wha- you didn't think of me as a romantic type? i- i'm not that romantic! i just think this story is very cute.."

"though i wish something like that would happen to me one day.."

[ how can i understand him? ]

"i guess you could say that me and allen-senpai are pretty close. we both are in the same club, we spend a lot of time together.. but honestly, sometimes i feel like i'm his personal assistant."

"allen-senpai is very forgetful, he doesn't care much about classes, he's always too busy thinking about whoever his crush is at the moment." *sighs* "i just wanted an upperclassman that i could rely on.."

"oh, but don't get me wrong, allen-senpai is a nice person! most students are either scared of him or they ignore him, but i think he's actually very kind. he's just a bit.. strange, haha. but it shouldn't be surprising, when you remember what dorm he's from."

"i just don't get him sometimes. his writing is kind of.. uh.. let's just say that it makes me a bit uncomfortable. but i also can't deny that he has talent. he tends to stalk his crushes and follow them around, ignoring their personal space. but also he's a genuinely loving and caring person, who's simply tired of being alone."

"how can he be such a complicated person? maybe i should ask someone to write a "how to understand and talk to allen snowhill" guide? though i don't think there's anyone who can fully understand him."

"if i'm not wrong, he used to have a childhood friend.. but allen-senpai claims that they're not that close anymore."

"i'm sure he still cares about his friend even if he says things like that."

"but allen-senpai.. if you want to be loved so much, why do you refuse to talk to that childhood friend of yours? just what could happen between you two?"

[ the rsa literature club]

"why did i join the literature club? well, at first i wasn't sure if i even should join any clubs here."

"but then i was told that only troublemakers and lazy students end up not joining any clubs and i didn't want to be like that! but then i had to choose which club i should join and.. and it was so hard.."

"i thought of joining the archery club, the animal care club, the art club, the debate club, but i still wasn't sure. but now that i think about it, it wasn't just me being indecisive, i was also.. scared. i was scared of not being accepted by other club members. i was scared of not being as good and talented as them."

"and then, i met the literature club leader. i told him that i'm interested, but i was still too scared to actually join the club. he saw right through me and he said that i don't need a "talent" to join his club. it's okay for me to simply enjoy reading and being a member of the literature club."

"i don't have to be a good writer, like allen-senpai. i don't have to know the plot of every single book in the world. i don't have to be a genius or anything like that. he told me that i shouldn't join a club because "if i don't, everyone will hate me and think i'm boring", i should join a club because i find it interesting and i don't necessarily have to be good at writing, archery or whatever that club is about."

"so.. yeah, now i'm here. and i would never change my decision. i love this club and i feel accepted by other members, especially the leader and allen-senpai."

"even if i have to read allen-senpai's writing during every single club meeting, haha."

[ you actually care about me, don't you? ]

jay: ...

jack: ...

jay: ...

jack: "i know you're here, jay."

jack: "there's no one else around but me, you don't have to hide."

jay: "wait, how did y- OW!"

jack: "hey, be careful!"

jack: "are you okay? whoa, you hit your head pretty hard.."

jay: "i'm fine, i'm fine! here, let me just stand up-"

jack: "stay still. we both know that you won't be able to stand up right now. i'm not even sure if you can walk."

jack: *sighs* "seriously, why do you keep coming to this school? you know that nrc students don't like rsa students and vice versa."

jay: ".. allen-senpai. that's all i'm gonna say."

jack: "is this guy's safety so important to you, that you're okay with coming to the rival school where everyone hates you? i think you worry too much about him, that guy is surprisingly strong."

jay: "well, making him go back to rsa is pretty much my job at this point. i'm like his babysitter or something, even though he's older than me."

jay: "and also, um, i don't think you hate me, so.. if something happens, i can rely on you!"

jack: ".. i'll go and find something to treat that huge bump on your head."

jay: "oh, are you saying that i really can rely on you, jack-san?"

jay: *thinking* "he already left."

jay: *thinking* "well, to be honest, i came here today not only because of allen-senpai.."

[ wait, you're allen's cousin?? ]

jay: *thinking* "oh, it's almost time for the club meeting. i should hurry."

jay: *thinking* "now, where did i put that book-"

riley: "you're allen's clubmate, right?"

jay: "WH- WHO ARE YOU??"

riley: "answer my question first."

jay: "uh- y-yeah.."

riley: "okay, thank you for answering. i'm his cousin and i came here to see him."

riley: "now, excuse me."

jay: "ALLEN-SENPAI HAS A COUSIN?? why am i finding out about it only now??"

riley: "it's okay, everyone reacts the same way when i tell them that. maybe it's because we're not that similar, so people never expect us to be related."

jay: "well, you do kind of look like him, but your.. uh.. "energy" feels completely different."

riley: "hm? what do you mean by that?"

jay: "i think you're more quiet than allen-senpai? and you're not as talkative and emotional as him.. but of course, we've just met, so i may be wrong."

jay: *thinking* "oh no, i hope i didn't offend him.."

riley: ...

riley: *nods* "you're right. it's a bit hard for me to keep up with allen sometimes."

riley: "but i still think he's really cool."

riley: "now, again, excuse me."

jay: "oh, i forgot to say that me and allen-senpai will be busy with club activities today, so maybe you should come and visit him later?"

riley: "is that so?.. thanks for telling me."

riley: "i guess i should come back to nrc."

jay: "wait, before you go, may i ask you one more question?"

riley: "sure."

jay: "why are you carrying a bat? is it for self-defense?"

riley: "oh, this thing.. i don't know. i just feel more calm when i'm holding it."

riley: "i think i'll go now. goodbye."

jay: "goodbye!" *thinking* "no, these two are definitely related. he's just as weird as allen-senpai."

jay: *thinking* "wait, i forgot to ask his name!"

[ maybe he isn't my idol after all ]

jay: ...

leona: ...

leona: "you've been standing there for quite a while."

jay: "ah, leona-san! i thought you were asleep.."

leona: "it's hard to fall asleep when someone's watching you."

leona: "anyway, you've got a lot of nerve to come here, being a rsa student and all."

jay: "yeah, a lot of people have told me that before, haha.."

leona: "i didn't mean it as a compliment. you're an idiot for doing so."

jay: "um, m-maybe i am.."

leona: "and why are you always following me around? can't you pick someone else? i'm sure so many nrc students would love to spend time with you."

jay: "i.. i just think you're interesting, that's all.."

leona: "interesting? what do you mean by that?"

jay: "um.. you're just.."

leona: "why would such an adorable, naive and spoiled rsa student like you think that i'm interesting?"

jay: "..."

leona: "don't have an answer? of course you don't. i knew that you said that to get on my good side."

leona: "now, get out before i-"

jay: "oh, sorry, i thought i saw a fly. i didn't mean to hit you with my notebook."

jay: "i'll leave now, sorry for bothering you, leona-san."

leona: "..."

leona: "ugh, whatever. maybe he really did hit me on accident. i should go back to sleep."

leona: "wait a minute, didn't this guy love insects?"

[ technology expert and nature expert ]

jay: "you didn't have to come here, austin-san. i have to come to nrc quite often because of allen-senpai, so i could pay you a visit myself-"

austin: "oh, shut up. you think i'm scared of rsa students? they are the ones who should be scared of me!"

jay: "haha, you're right."

austin: "okay, let's talk about that request of yours. what exactly did you need my help with?"

austin: "and just so you know, i had a lot of plans for today, so you better be grateful, i could've spent this time working on my other projects, but no, i decided to come to this school and help you, can you see how kind i am?"

jay: ".. here."

austin: "a broken phone, huh? what happened?"

jay: "uh, i dropped it in a lake-"

austin: "jay, your phone has no water on it at all, you can't lie to me about things like this."

austin: "you can be honest with me, i won't judge."

jay: "you promise?"

austin: "unless it's something really dumb."

jay: "then i won't tell you."

austin: "okay, okay, i promise, i won't laugh at you."

jay: ".. i think i pushed the wrong button?.."

austin: "what- what do you- wait, did you turn it off?"

jay: "no, no, i know how to turn it off and i know that i didn't do that! i guess i just tapped on the screen and.. i tapped the wrong thing.."

austin: "what do you mean by "the wrong thing"??"

austin: "dude, your phone looks like you've dropped it from the top of the building! how did you make it end up like this??"

jay: "i'm sorry.. you don't have to help me.."

austin: "no, i will. just.. promise me to be more careful. if you need help with understanding how your phone works, just ask. i'm a busy person, but i can try to find some time for you."

austin: "though i have a feeling you don't understand how any technology works, not just your phone."

jay: "haha, that's true. but at least i have you and i'm thankful for that."

[phalene33]

Choptop x Kat (OC) Part 2

Nubbins is alive in well in this story btw.

Warning: Mention of sexual things

Choptop and I had a wonderful time together, and because he agreed to give me the album after I came to one of his band practices, I decided to drive him home. I was immediately greeted by Drayton who mentioned that I said I would have dinner with them. I got out of the car and walked inside with the two brothers. What I noticed first was a rather large man who nervously sat at the dinner table. His mask looked different but I shrugged it off knowing my own since of style isn't the norm either.

We had a nice dinner together, and I could tell that Choptop's twin brother was just as energetic as he was. At one point he got up and chased me around the house. What was the reason? Don't know but Drayton took care of him. After dinner I was about to leave, but I was pulled into a living room. Decorated with suspicious looking bones. Choptop told me they were from a Halloween store. I don't know how much I actually believe it, but it's the only normal reasoning they would have them.

Choptops younger brother, who I found out was named Bubba, put in a movie for us to watch. The movie was called "Tangled". "Ugh not this one again, come on Bubba does she look like the kind of girl who would want to watch this crap." Drayton grumbles off and looks over at me. "Oh my little sister Link loves this movie. I don't mind watching it with you guys." I give Bubba a reassuring smile. Drayton just groaned again and kept quiet. As the movie played Choptop would mention something about each scene. He especially liked the music bits and we both sang along together at those parts.

"R-Rapunzel should have k-killed that bitch sooner." I chuckle to myself. "Maybe you should make a parody movie so she can kill mother Gothel sooner." He looks at me and smiles. "I w-would be a very p-pretty princess." "I'd bang you whether or not you were a prince or a princess." I focus my attention back to the movie. "H-he so wants t-to fuck R-Rapunzel." I roll my eyes at his comment. "Bobby this is a children's movie." "S-so what?" I heard an auditable sigh come from Drayton. "Would ya shut up and watch the damn movie?! And stop saying such dirty things around our guest." "Oh sh-she don't care! R-Right Kat?" I just shrug and ignore them both.

For the most part Nubbins was quiet. I think it was mostly because he didn't care for the movie. But some scenes he was quiet interested in what was going on. "Th-The f-fuck boy is g-going to die! Yes! Yes! W-wait?! No! D-Don't save him!" Bubba was quiet emotionally invested in this movie which I found was cute. He would gasp whenever something intense happened and would squeal in happiness when a romantic scene was on. Speaking of romantic scenes. Chop put his arms around me when the first one came on. But after that things got too intense between us whenever Flynn and Rapunzel were doing their thing. Chop would not stop trying to kiss me. I knew this man for about 2 days and I've never met anyone who was this quick to get into a relationship. As the good girl I was I'd push him away everytime he would pull me in for a kiss. Eventually I settled on letting him kiss my cheek because I'm a people pleasure and I could tell Bubba would get happy when Chop kissed me.

After the movie I yawned and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. "Eh I'll see you guys later I better head home." I stand up about to leave but arms behind me grabbed my waist and pulled me into them. "H-Have dinner w-with us again th-this Friday. L-lets hang out t-tomorrow a-also." I nod and gave Chop my phone number and agreed to have dinner with them again.

The rest of the week Choptop would not stop calling me. Even late at night when I was trying to go to sleep. Sometimes I wouldn't be able to hear what he's talking about because he would have his radio blasting in the background. So I figured he just wanted to hang out with me. I call him up on Thursday and ask him to come over to my place to hung out. He sounded really excited. Not even 30 minutes later I could see his truck driving quickly down my driveway. No wonder the damn engine overheated.

I sigh getting up and open the door. Choptop was already at the door. "Hey Choptop, come in, we can listen to music together and talk." "O-Okay!" Choptop runs to my couch and turns on the radio that was on the nearby table. "D-Do women e-ever look at their b-boobs in the m-mirror?" I set next to him. "I don't personally nor have I seen anyone else do that." Choptop think about this for a minute then continues. "H-How many sex t-toys do you h-have?" I look at him for a second. "What? Uhh that's none of your business you.. Umm... British teeth looking ass." Choptop gives me a confused look and scratches his plate. "Wh-What do you do for fun?" "I like doing art related things such as drawing and painting. I make pin designs and I do some sculpting with air dry clay. I'll take up any artistic hobby as long as I find an interest in it." Choptop gets really excited once he heard this. "C-Could you make m-me a Iron B-Butterfly pin?!" I smile to myself. "Of course, would you like me to make you another pin?" "Y-Yes please, make one for me b-but don't tell me what it i-is, I wanna find out when I-I get it." I nod and pat him. "Alright well I'll do that for you." Choptop hugs me tightly. "Th-Thank you, a-and I'll make something for you too."

A day later Choptop showed up at my house again. He seemed to be hiding something behind his back. "Hey I finished your pins." I hand him the Iron Butterfly pin and another pin that looked tie dyed. "I-I drew you something, i-its not p-perfect but I-I worked hard on i-it."

I look at the picture and smile. "Aww I love it it's so cute, I'll hang this up on my wall in my bedroom." I hug Choptop tightly as he hugs back. "Th-Thanks, a-and don't forget y-your having d-dinner with me a-and my family tonight." I nod in understanding and take Choptop to my couch where we talk about whatever pops up in his head.

Part 2 is finally done. I'll do a part 3 if I decide I want to continue this or if someone asks for one.

[iisuya-simps]

A Kings Coronation (Royal au – Otoya x Reader)

A/N: I've been trying to write this since his birthday celebration card came out

Klab please let me marry this man ~ I will give him my s o u l

God, I wish this were me...

Enjoy~

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The day of Otoya's 18th birthday. Today he would be crowned king and take over the kingdom. You woke up early and rode all morning from your country to see him. A few hours later you woke to the sun shining in your eyes, seeing how you slept most of the way.

It was crowded when you got there. Guards lined up at every corner. People came far and wide to witness the crowning of a new king. You had to push through the crowd to even get close to the main balcony when a hand touched your shoulder.

“There you are! I finally found you!” You feel someone's arms wrap around your waist. It was him. “Otoya!” You turn and give him a hug, he squeezes you back. “Thanks for coming.”

“How could I miss my best friend's 18th birthday/coronation??” “Haha, this place is totally packed, huh? Just getting over here to you was crazy.” “They're all here for you.” You give a warm smile.

“Congratulations, King Otoya Ittoki.” You curtsy. “Gosh... Hearing you say it all formal like is kinda embarrassing.” He scratches his head. “Well, I'll answer as the birthday king should.” Otoya puts his hands on his hips puffing out his chest. “You have my thanks, dear Y/N.” Then bows. “Maybe that wasn't so regal...” you both laugh.

“Well, today is about to kick into high gear so stick close to me, ok?” “I promise I won't leave your side.”

“Still, I'd find you even if you vanished into thin air. We'll have lots more time to talk if we stick together, plus everyone can know about us right?”

“Know about us?”

“Let's go!” You follow close behind him but find it challenging with all of the people. You hesitate to grab his hand but he takes yours first. You look up and see his bright smile and wink as he guides you through the crowds of people till he sneaks you inside.

“Hey, there's something I'd like to show you.” “Oh?” “Close your eyes.” “Otoya...” You whine. “Come on it's a surprise!”

“Fine.” You close your eyes and he takes your hand guiding you slowly down the hall.

“Don't peek, ok?” “I wouldn't dream of it.” You go down a few halls then Otoya puts his hands over your eyes. “It's just up ahead, so put your trust in me. Keep walking straight.”

Continuing down the corridor you approach some steps and a large door. “There's a small staircase so watch your step.”

“Shouldn't I be the one surprising you?” “Maybe. But it's not often we see each other. Just a few more steps and we're here!” He takes his hands away from your face. “Open your eyes!” Revealed to you is a grand balcony with a gorgeous view of the land. “Ta da!”

“Wow, Otoya!” “Are you surprised?” “This is amazing! I've never been here before.” “This is the prettiest spot in the whole castle, so I had to show you! There's even an awesome view of the ocean!”

You can see every corner of the courtyard. You walk up to the railing and lean forward taking in the sights, Otoya joins you from behind.

“Beautiful isn't it? Wonderful weather, and a beautiful princess.” You giggle. “And a charming prince, soon to be king.”

You both heard a commotion from below. “Uhh, it looks like everyone is looking for me. They won't check here right?” He scratches the back of his head. “Maybe we should go back.” “Nah, it'll only be a few minutes, no harm done. Besides look!” Otoya shuffles in a bag behind his back.

“I brought us some cake for us to eat together!” You cross your arms. “Otoya isn't that for the reception?” “Well yeah but I want to eat it with you now... And it's my birthday so anything goes!” You shake your head and laugh. “Alright then, let's dig in.” “Yay!”

He places the plate on the table to the left of the balcony. “After you, princess.” He pulls out a chair. “How kind of you your majesty.” Grabbing two forks from his bag he sits across from you unwrapping the cake. “Waah, this looks sooo good. Itadakimasu!” You both took a bite savouring the vanilla cake and fluffy buttercream frosting.

“Mmm, I knew it.” “Knew what?” “That this cake is way tastier being here with you than at the party.” “Uh-huh.” “What? You don't feel the same way?” He pouts. “Everything's better with you, Otoya.” “Really? I think so too... With you I mean!” You both gobble down the rest of your cake not saying a word but simply enjoying each other's company.

“Ahh, that hit the spot. Shall we go?” “You have cake on your face silly. You'll look like a fool if you go out like that.” “Hmm? Where is it?” He licks around his lips. “No on your cheek, here.” You laugh stepping closer to wipe the icing with your thumb from his cheek. Sticking it in your mouth you then clapping your hands together.

“That's better.” “T-thanks...” He blushes but quickly recovers. “Well, the party's just getting started.” You place your hands on his shoulders. “Let's make this the best day ever!”

You and Otoya go back down to greet the people outside in the crowd. Staying closely by his side he never let you out of his sight. “Otoya there you are! I swear you have no sense of time. The ceremony is about to begin!” The queen crosses her arms. “Already?” “Yes, now let's go.” “But Y/N...” “I'll be fine.” You smile. He takes both of your hands in his. “I'll come to find you after, ok?” “Alright, now go get your crown.” You wink.

The crowning ceremony was lovely. Otoya took the coronation oath and made a speech. Afterwards, everyone gathered in the main ballroom then the celebration really began. You were wandering around near the edge of the ballroom when you felt a hand pull you around the corner.

“Hey.” “Oh hi.” You smile and fix your eyes on his crown. “So what's next, king?” “Hehe, come with me.” You spend the rest of the day greeting more people, enjoying the food at the banquet and listening to the royal orchestra. When nightfall came Otoya leads you away from the dwindling crowds to his bedroom to retire for the night.

“Wow, that was a blast.” You jump on his bed and sink into the duvet. “We hung out all day huh?” “Yup seems like it.” “Time flies when I'm with you. Oh! And did you hear the band? They were all like bweeh daa daa doooo.” Otoya mimics a violin shaking his head around.

“Ah! My crown is gonna fall!” He juggles it between his hands leaning over and catching it before it hits you. “Gotcha. Whoa!” The carpet slipping from under him he fell on top of you anyway. “S-sorry y/n!” There was a moment you stared into each other's eyes. You blushed a bright red then laughed.

“Cmon... no laughing. I just let my guard down a bit...” he pouts. “You're just a clutz, Otoya.” You scoot off to the other side of the bed. “Am not! I always act like a king should...” “Uh huh. So what does it feel like to be a king anyway?” He places his hand on his chin and ponders.

“It's not much different than being a prince yet I don't think. Though I guess a big responsibility falls on my shoulders now that I am a king. I have a whole kingdom to look out for after all. And you.” “I can look after myself.” “But you don't have to.” Otoya twiddles his thumbs together.

“Anyway... Today is special! After all, you're here with me.” He raises a brow. “Hey, why are you so far away? Didn't you promise not to leave my side? Come sit by me. You're making me lonely...” He pouts again. “Promise you won't fall on me again?” “Not on purpose.” “Haha.” You move closer and the both of you talk about the day's events. Though the whole time, you couldn't help feel butterflies dance in your stomach.

“I had a great time today, Y/N.” “Me too.” “Everything was so wild during the day, but now all I hear is you.” His hand caressing your cheek. You gaze, getting lost in his eyes. “Those lips hold the voice I cherish most.” His thumb brushes over your bottom lip. Leaning forward his lips meet yours as they come together in a sweet kiss. You stay like that for a moment, then part. You turn away embarrassed. “Wait what's wrong? Don't turn away.” He giggles. “You left yourself open for that.” You laugh too.

“Look at me.” He turns your head and your eyes meet once more. “I'm sorry I guess I just wasn't expecting that...” He places both hands on the side of your face slowly pulling you into another kiss. “Were you expecting that?” “Hehe.” You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. You melt into each other drawing out each kiss for as long as you could. “I don't know, were you expecting that?” You both laugh and he pulls you into his arms.

“Oh, Y/N...” He sighs. “I just want you all to myself.” “So selfish, your majesty.” “Hey, a king's orders are absolute you know. That being said, I order you to stay and talk all night to me.” “I guess I cant disobey direct orders.” “Hehe, no you can't.” You lay back and chat in his arms, steadily getting more sleepy you yawn.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” “I did arrange to stay for a few days.” “Really? He beams then suddenly gets nervous. “W-what is it?” You ask, both looking serious and sit up.

“Y/N, would you stay longer if I asked you to marry me?” Your eyes widened. “O-Otoya I-”

“I know it's sudden, I just can't wait. I want you to be mine.” “Are you sure? There are plenty of other princesses that are dying for your hand in marriage.” “Well of course there are other princesses, but you're the only one I have my eyes on. You're too special not to be my beloved.”

“Otoya...” A happy tear slides down your cheek but he wipes it away and holds your hands. “Hows about I ask you again tomorrow? More formally.” “Okay.”

You're unable to hold back the grin from your face. Marry Otoya? Being his friend is one thing but this is a dream come true.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You get up and grab your purse shuffling around. “Close your eyes Otoya.” “Ok ok... You take the little box from your purse and open it to place a small wooden triangle in his hand. “You can open your eyes now.” He looks down at his hand to see a small triangular pick. “A pick?” He studies it. “For your guitar!”

“Wha-” reaching under the bed you pull out a brand new redwood guitar. “Wow! For me?! Are you sure?!” “Of course! Otoya takes the guitar running his fingers over the frets and strings. “Happy birthday Otoya.” He sets the guitar down by the nightstand beside him. “Thank you Y/N!” He tackles you to the bed holding you tight.

You spend the rest of the night giddily talking about your goals, dreams and aspirations for the future. Eventually falling asleep next to each other.

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In the morning you wake to a blushing Otoya combing his hand through your hair and your eyes flutter awake.

“Good morning, Y/N.” Otoya presses a kiss to your forehead. “Morning.” You yawn. “Did you sleep well?” “That was the best sleep I've had in a while.” Otoya beams. “Good, are you hungry? Would you like breakfast? I could have the cook bring us something.” “That sounds lovely.”

“I'll be right back!” Otoya rushes off to the kitchen and has a special breakfast made. He returns with the cook serving both of you a buffet.

“Otoya!! We cant eat all this!?!” "That's ok, there's plenty of variety so just pick what you want!” You share a large breakfast together in bed. Otoya insists on feeding you dessert, but after the feast you just had you couldn't possibly take another bite.

After a quick rest, Otoya leads you on a stroll through the garden. It's early spring and the flowers are just starting to bloom. You're walking along when you pull Otoya to a stop.

“Hibiscus!” You wander over to the colorful display of red, yellow, white and pink flowers. “Hibiscus is my favorite flower.” You hold back your hair and take in the sweet almost fruity fragrance. “Y/N.” Otoyas hand takes yours.

“We've known each other since we were kids. As the years have gone by I've realized how special you are to me as a friend and something more. I promise to love and protect you as I will my kingdom. With you by my side, I feel as if I can do anything. I will give you each and every one of these flowers and more.” Otoya kneels down in front of you.

“My heart belongs to you and only you.” You gasp as he opens the velvet box to reveal a dazzling yet subtle ring. “Say you'll be mine, forever and always.”

“Otoya...” You tear up once more. “Yes, of course I'll be yours!” He stood and took the ring out of the box placing it on your finger. You leap to hug him almost knocking him over in the process. This was better than you could ever imagine.

"Otoya, I love you." Your heart pounds as you pull back to look him in the eyes.

"I love you too, Y/N." You share a very heartfelt passionate kiss.

Otoya plucks a flower from one of the branches and tucks it in your hair.

“There, for my beautiful bride to be.” You plant a gentle kiss on his cheek and walk hand in hand back to the castle where you greet the queen.

You feel quite foolish when you realize that it was your parent's plan all along to get you two together, but it worked out so naturally you didn't care. You were getting married to the guy of your dreams, and that was a miracle within itself.

Your wedding was celebrated with your family and civilians from far and wide.

But with Otoya by your side, this truly was a dream come true.

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Dating a tattoo artist

Imagine: being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

This was a fun idea I had. I hope you like it. Enjoy ❤️

Victor Creed

-he is here for it

-since his loooooonnnnggg life is well long he loves to tells stories of tattoo artists he met Japan, Brazil, New York, New Zeland...

-and you can bet that he will have the most elaborate tattoo you can think of since he said so

'You want a tattoo? From me?'

'Yes, I trust you.'

'That's the problem, Vic, you could end up with a dolphin tattoo on your arm.'

'.... Well... I still trust you?'

-after that, he was a little bug just to be on your good side which you took full advantage of

Being on top, commanding him? Sure

Handing you the remote even though it's next to you? Of course

Helping you choose an outfit even though you are indecisive and he has a short fuse? Hell yeah.

-when the day came you tattooed him a small quote that described him

"Tough times never last but tough people do"

(Robert H. Shuller)

'I love it. Thank you kitten.'

Loki Laufeyson

-Since he was in the cell for most of his life (in my universe that's the worst thing happening for him, he didn't die nor his mother) he doesn't know what a tattoo artist is he thinks that's an alternative art form he is supportive

-after you talk to him describing the definition of tattoos and the art behind it he is very much perplexed

'So mortals pay you to pierce their skin with black ink to paint...something????'

'Tattoo something on their skin and yes.'

'With pain in mind?????'

'Yes, and it looks awesome.'

-when he heard the story of your tattoo shop he decided to tag along to see the magic

-he saw how men and women tattooed others while they squirmed in their seats he chuckled at the sight of it

'Darling you could have told me.'

'What?'

'You torture people with the needle machines and coax them into paying you. Brilliant.'

'Suree~~~~'

-he stayed with you to help you with the pain giving without a medical license

'I'm a God. I'm above it.'

'No one is above the Inspection.'

Thor Odinson

-since his depression and weight gain he is very much informed of the world of MTV tattoo show "How far is tattoo far?"

-so he very much thinks that tattoos are a stamp of disgrace

-and keeping that in mind he is frazzled why are you doing a job like that

'You are a shame barer?'

'Shame-what...? Thor! I'm not. The show is a disgrace to the tattoo world.'

'Shame~~barer~~~'

'Just come with me and spend one day and see it for yourself.'

-Thor is reluctant much to his words but still, you sat him down in the waiting lobby he chats up the customers a.k.a big muscular dudes that are already tattooed from the neck down

'So... what is your shame? What horrible deed have you done to come here?'

'Excuse me!?'

'You must be here to condemn your shame by immortalizing it with a flesh sticker.'

-at this point, the muscle dude stood up ready to attack Thor but you intervene quickly

'Marc, stop!'

-the man turned around hiding his tight fist behind his back

'Y/n, already done? That's fast.'

'Marc, you know that you were released 7 months ago and you are still on parole. Come on. Stop it.'

'He insulted me and-and my tattoos. Your tattoos. You know how am about your work.'

-Thor hears that as stands up grabbing Marc's arm examining the tattoos in amazement

'My darling, I want that felsh sticker as he has.'

'.......... Sure........ Wait here. Let's go, Marc. I need to vent.'

Steve Rogers

-Steve knows what tattoos are since he has seen the stick and poke of his fellow soldiers but never a photorealistic tattoo in your portfolio

-he is very much intrigued how you made that look like a real person on someone's skin knowing very well there is no eraser

-loves to ask how do you achieve such colors that simply jump out or how you make a fabric that of a shirt or some patterns, he is armed with questions

-and since he is an art wizard himself he loves to have a painting duel with you, you paint on his skin with watercolors and he paints on the canvas

-that's one of his favorite moments

'What did you draw?'

'A dolphin kissing a penguin.'

'What?!'

'Just kidding I painted the building in Brooklyn where you lived.'

'Did I tell you how much I love you?'

Bucky Barnes

-this man thrives to see you fulfill your dream and passion

-especially when he picks you up, he parks the car exiting it and walking in seeing you talk to your employees and customers exchanging stories and laughs even though in the near distance is the buzzing sounds of the machine guns

-you see him and grab his hand giving him a peck on his lips as a cheeky grin is stuck on his face

-as you talk about your day he always asks the question

'Were there any wusses?'

-alluding to men who cried out form the stinging pain, eventually tapping out to take a break

'Yes, a big dude Marc. Ordered a neck tattoo with details. Tapped out in 15 minutes.'

'I knew it!'

-he enjoys in the hilarious stories you can make up... I mean tell

Bruce Wayne

-you already know the drill he has money he will give it to you but politely delined

-he tried to help with purest of heart but still, the answer was no

-he loved to see your shop filled with many customers as he walked incognito, sunglasses and a cap saying he wasn't a private appointment with the head tattooer

-Let's just say you were pretty much in tears of laughter as he reveled his face

'At least you tried, Bruce.'

-he loves to talk about tattoos and the process of healing if it's on top of a scar

-you are hooked on the conversation and even make him some sketches

'A huge dragon on your back with black and gold lining.'

'Okay but how about initials of my parents?'

'That sounds... Better much much better.'

-so the day of his tattooing comes you tattoo in his inner arm putting the letter T. & M. W.

'Thank you Princess.'

Clark Kent

-Clark loves to see the vast tattoos so much that he wants one but he knows that his body will "absorb" the tattoo too fast making it disappear in a few months maybe weeks

-but still, he loves to see how your gaze is sharp focused on the tattooing even when HE walks that is how much you are focused

'Alrighty, Marc you are done.'

'Thanks, Y/n, you are the best.'

-Clark also loves to hear the influx of comments of your artistry even if he's a little jealous

-he loves to see just how much you are happier to follow this insane passion

'You are an inspiration Y/n.'

'Why?'

'Because... You just are.'

Arthur Curry

-you already know that Fishman is tatted to perfection and he is here for a tattoo lover as well

-if you ever have someone asking for a Maori style tattoo Arthur will be a fair judge, that's what he says

Case#1

'Why do you want a Maori tattoo?'

'Um, sir beca-'

'It's Mr. Aquaman. Continue.'

'Oh, sorry. Mr. Aquaman, I want it because I find them cool.'

'Just cool? Do you think that the abundant culture of Maori people is cool? Go home boy.

Case #2

'You want a Ta Moko? Do you what that is?'

'Sur-sure, it's a tattoo of the Maori people.'

'Ufff... Do you know how much of a meaning Ta Moko carries? Why don't you go to the Yakuzas and get a tebori.'

'They would kill me.'

'Of course, and I'll whoop your uncultured ass with my two hands.'

-you turned to the now pale boy

'Run.'

-the man ran like the wind as the Aquaman caught him easily giving him a cultural lesson of Ta Moko

Orm Marius

-he kinda has a small soft spot for tattoos especially those with a loving meaning lover, family...

-and he likes to "inform himself" about it so he asks a ton of questions even asking what kind of tattoo would suit him

'I think a small red tattoo would suit your taste.'

'I like the tattoos who can hold audios.'

-with that sentence, he left you frazzled as you google and got the special ink kit gifting it to Orm as a present for being a nice guy and not killing anyone

-he immediately records his audio in secrecy and handing you the ink

-after you tattoo the ink you hand him your phone with the app to scan the audio

'Hey, Orm. I'm just reminding you that I love you. So much. It's Y/n if you forget... Somehow.'

-later that day you doused him with kisses

Joker

-that man oozes with tattoos *cough*damaged*cough*

-and you can bet that he wants more of them he brings into your home the whole tattoo parlor just so he can have a private session with sex mixed in

-you gladly tattoo him patching up some of his tattoos he has outgrown them

'Why did you tattoo Kick Me on your back?'

'I won a bet.'

'Are you sure you won?'

'For sake of this question I did.'

-you cover the kick me tattoo with a large red dragon with green eyes

-he stands up looking at the tattoo in the mirror

'Sweets, you just got a huge tip.'

Duncan Vizla

-for him, tattoo nowadays are dumb in his time tattoos were means of solidarity with people who are bounded by the same ink and gun

-but keeps his mouth shut about it not to offend your dream even if it's tattooing dancing hotdogs

-he loves to pass your parlor when he finishes grocery shopping just to see you in action

-he loves to arrive at the parlor if you are doing a night shift just to keep you safe and in good company

-he loves to bring you lunch and watch you eat it with such content and happiness

-it melts his heart and just wants to make you more food

-but as he is present for the good he is here for the bad

-if he is somewhere anywhere you just need to call him and he is there in a minute be it a drunken person not wanting to exit or an aggressive man trying to grope someone in the shop

-he is ready to kill them if you say so

'You okay sweetheart?'

'Um-yeah...Thank you Donut.'

'Nonsense. That's my duty.'

[rogue-durin-16]

THE HEIR'S CURSE (Part II/?)

Request: I have this idea of the reader being a princess and having to marry fili cuz hes the heir and she likes him but she ends up falling for his brother? Maybe with some angst? You can choose the end 😆

Pairing: Fíli x Reader, eventually Kíli x Reader

Genre: angst w/ fluffy moments

Tags:

Requested by: @crispykittywitch

The heir's curse: ———

Permanent taglist: @queenofmankind @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings:

A/N: this is a mess at so many levels but hey I did proofreading this time, so enjoy a not-so-badly written part <3

Part I

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Princess Y/n and prince Fíli!" A thunderous voice announced as Fíli and I stepped into the enormous halls with all eyes on us.

"Don't stop until we reach the dining table." The golden haired dwarf subtly muttered, strolling through the crowd with my hand holding onto his forearm.

"I wasn't planning on it." I replied, presenting a smile to the dwarven kin of Erebor and occasionally bowing. "Honestly," once in our destination, we spotted Kíli, who joyfully waved at us, and sat down by his side, "I don't see how we'll be able to leave."

"I'll think about something." Right after he assured me that, I felt a tap on my shoulder and, given that Fíli spun his head, I figured his attention was requested too. "Ma'am."

"Mother." We said these words simultaneously.

"My dears, you forgot about the opening dance." Fíli and I shared an equally horrified look. "Given that you are the center of the celebration, the tradition requires you to—"

"We did not forget, ma'am." He spared her a polite smile before continuing, "but I'm in fact a terrible dancer and–"

"A liar, that's what you are." Though the blond one had his back facing his brother, I was sure Kíli could feel the murderous energy he triggered in his brother. "He's a great dancer," his brown eyes traveled from me to my mother and viceversa, his grin growing wider at my horrified look. "he's just shy sometimes," to take the tease to a whole other level, he nudged his brother's back way stronger than necessary. "right Fí?"

Before the older prince attempted to murder his own brother in front of his future mother-in-law, I jolted up and pulled his hand, dragging him to the improvised dancehall.

I spun around to stand face-to-face with him, which made my dress's skirt fly, drawing a beautiful fan around my legs before abruptly coming to a stop. "Tell me you're actually a good dancer." I begged in low voice.

"Well–" Before he could let out another word, the music started playing.

Oh boy, was he a good dancer.

I barely had to move by myself, he did all the work; spinning me, sweeping me off my feet, guiding my feet and leading me by my hands, and I was sure he was making it look finesse and effortless.

At some point the melody changed to something more lighthearted and less regal, and we started to actually have fun while we danced. We laughed, exaggerated the moves, made faces; we even intentionally bumped each other attempting to make the other lose their balance.

The latter resulted on me tripping and Fíli's arms steadying me against his chest with a smug smile that turned into a chuckle when I smacked his chest.

The party began to be enjoyable, and since I didn't know how long would that last, I was resolved to make the best of it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FÍLI'S P. O. V.

I finally managed to get rid of the nosy dwarves that had been interrogating me for the last ten minutes and made my way to my intended, who I found sat across the hall, by the table which was basically deserted aside from a couple of blackout drunk dwarves.

Seeing them made me realize how long the party had gone on already —probably around half a day, maybe more.

"I'm so sorry." I halfheartedly apologized to a very tired-looking Y/n, who vaguely dismissed me with a shake of her head. "I really hoped I would have you out of here by now."

"It's alright." She gave me a small smile whilst getting up and grasped both my hands, taking a look around us. "Plus, it was expected that your uncle and my mother would have us stay for as long as possible."

"At least they could let us be together." I grumbled, looking over my shoulders to make sure no one attempted to disturb our brief break. "Since the dance I barely spent three minutes with you."

"Royal duties suck." She whispered under her breath, only loud enough for my ears to caught on it. "Do you think it's their way to stop us from fleeing the celebration?"

"Could be." Both of our eyes were directed to our previously mentioned relatives and arrangers of the union, who were now chatting. "It's a good strategy."

"I hate that it's actually working." letting go of one of her hands to stroke my mustache whilst trying to find a way to escape the party. "Where did your mind go now?" Just when I was about to reply, her eyes fixed on something behind me, or rather someone. "Oh shit."

I peeked over my shoulder to see Balin approaching us side by side with one of Y/n's direct relatives. "C'mon now..."

"I think the break is over." Her eyes didn't leave the now expected intruders, nor did mine.

"Y/n!" She put up her best smile once more and let go of my hand to walk towards them. "let me introduce you to my cousin Balin."

"I didn't have the chance to congratulate you, lass." I heard the old dwarf's words getting lost in the loud noise of the crowded halls as I walked away in search of Kíli.

KÍLI'S P. O. V.

I made a beeline to Y/n practically jogging and, in the blink of an eye, I had her hand in mine and was pulling her away from the people and out of the halls. I heard her little squeal of surprise followed by Balin yelling my name, but I didn't stop until we were far enough from the entrance to avoid the guests' eyes.

"Did you just steal me away?" She rhetorically inquired, looking at me quite puzzled as I checked no one came after us. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that?"

"Fíli begged me to drag you out of the party."

"You took it to the T." She teased with her arms folded over her chest.

"It worked, didn't it?" She silently agreed and I beamed proudly. "I'm your hero, huh?"

Y/n snorted. "Am I not the one supposed to say that?"

"I did it so you didn't have to." I extended my arm in a way that was prompting Y/n to walk into another corridor. "I'm going to escort you to your chambers, to make sure you don't fall asleep on your way there."

She gave me an eye roll followed by a breathy laugh, and we began our late night trip to her room. I hadn't told her we were taking the long way, but I figured she would catch on that by herself since Fíli had given her a tour a day before.

We were halfway through, walking in silence after some chitchat and bickering, when I detected a restrained yawn through my side view. "In a scale of one to ten, how tired are you?" I questioned.

"A ten and a half maybe?" She half smiled and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Dwarven celebrations exhaust me."

"They exhaust anyone who's not drinking." I pointed out, having my eyes wander around, stopping on anything and everything in our walk, but on her . "Fíli is not a fan either, but he knows this one was necessary."

"Is it, though?" She inquired with her brows raised and her face slightly turned to stare at me.

"Well, I suppose it is. it's your welcoming to Erebor," I obliged myself to look at her, just for an instant, and then averting my gaze once more as I said my next words. "And it's also meant to celebrate that my brother would soon join you in marriage."

"Ugh, please," she leaned her head back, spitting a mix of a groan and a whine up to the air "do not remind me of that."

"Why?" I stopped dead in my tracks, and caused her to do so, too. "Are you displeased with my brother?"

"No!" her eyes widened as she vehemently shook her head no. "Not at all, he's caring, good at heart and fun to be around," she walked to the outer side of the terrace we had been walking through and rested her elbows on the edge. "but things feel rushed and... Rather forced."

"If it's because of the party," I followed her steps and installed myself besides her, "It doesn't mean much, feel no pressure." Now the tables had turned; my eyes observed her form and hers were focused on what was before us. "If you ever wish to break the arrangement, it will be done, Fíli would say so too."

Her lips pursed into a thin line "I always thought that when I married, it would be for love and not for my Kingdom." I then looked down wondering what should I say to her. "I may sound selfish but... That should be my sister's duty. She's the heiress, for better or worse, and I'm just—"

My mouth moved before I could think my words. "A younger sister who wasn't supposed to carry the weight of a union?"

Silence.

"At least he's handsome." we both shared a look before snorting at the comment. "I think I like him, but I don't love him, and I can't tell if I ever will." She opened her mouth like a fish out of water "Mahal, can you imagine how that'd be?"

I heard the fear in her last sentences, even if she hadn't explicitly stated that she dreaded the mere idea of not being able to love her husband-to-be.

"You'll come to love him." I tried to reassure her.

"You think so?"

"I know so."

"I hope you're right." Another yawn escaped her lips, making her eyes squint. "I'm really tired, so I will leave you now."

"Do you know how to reach your chambers?" She nodded and so did I, in response. "Sleep well, my lady."

"Don't call me that."

"Alright, my princess." she glared at me and a mischievous grin twitched the corners of my lips, my brows wiggling at her in a taunting manner.

"That didn't sound as smooth as you think." My gesture eased her gaze and triggered a small smile out of amusement. "You're so cheeky."

"That's what ladies love about me." A wink directed at Y/n accompanied my sentence, though my eyes soon drifted away from hers to lose in the vastness of the landscape once more.

What a pity that it wasn't as mesmerizing as the princess besides me.

"Thank you for the walk, Kíli." she got a grip on my forearm and planted a slow, careful, chaste kiss on my cheek.

Despite being merely a platonic gesture, I felt my heart speeding up.

My first instinct was to spin my head and try to capture her lips. Due to my quicktemper, I almost couldn't stop myself, but I succeeded just when our lips were mere inches apart.

Her grip tightened and her eyes went from my eyes, to my lips, and back.

"Goodnight, Kíli." she murmured under her breath, slowly loosening the grip and letting her hand fall down my arm, stopping to ghost over my fingers, but quickly retrieving.

I stood there alone for a moment, and I found myself lightly caressing the cheek Y/n had placed a kiss on with my fingertips.

My heart sped up again.

[myinnersoul1412]

Hatori Novel Smexy scene 1

I'm not good at drawing, and I'm good at writing either so I hope this could somewhat serve at a present for fellow Domestica fans on Hatori’s birthday

Please note that it's translated by Google translate + a few more translator+ some common sense or interpretation so please take it with a grain of salt. I don't know Japanese beyond the basic characters but I'm just doing it because I love them so much

Even though the translation probably sucks, please don’t bring it anywhere since I spent a ton of time on it and just want to share.

Prior to this scene, Hatori and Yoshino were on a date at to collect materials for the manuscript. The setting is on Christmas’eve. They went to a Chinese restaurant to eat together, and while the food was good, Yoshino commented that Tori’s food was still better. During the meal, Hatori had to step outside for a work phone call because a newbie author (female, 2nd year college) wanted to ask his opinion on her storyboard.

Funny note: Hatori hated taking pictures but still posed as models for Yoshino to take pics anyway. 

Some touching lines:

Speaking of the real intention, it is not without thinking that this convenient dream will be awakened by the sudden impetus. The end may come someday, but I'm still going to enjoy this happiness. Even if this comes to an end some day, now that you have enjoyed all this happiness, even if you wake up from a dream, you will never forget it.

(If I say this to Yoshino, the him from way before would have been stunned **)

He secretly smiles at his self-ridicule. Of course, he wants to be with Yoshino his whole life.

As long as he’s allowed to be by his side, he’s not going to leave.It's just that that feeling and his wish for Yoshino's happiness are a little different. In the unlikely event that Hatori’s presence could be a burden or have a negative effect, he intends to behave accordingly. It is a commandment to himself.

This smexy scenes comes after their date. Enjoy!

Because this year progress is not desperate, there are no assistants coming in and out, and Yanase should be stuck at the seinenshi’s sensei place.(T/N: magazine for young men)

 “Well then. Don't stay up late today and go to bed early. Good luck with the manuscript tomorrow”  

“…………”

For some reason, Yoshino didn't try to step out, even though Hatori tried to see him off at the branch road to his home. On the contrary, he was pinching Hatori’s coat and holding it down.

“Yoshino?”

Yoshino’s cheeks that were looking down were slightly red. It didn't look like he was drunk, but could it be the afterglow of alcohol? 

“------You know. Normally, you wouldn’t go home on a day like this?”

“?”

 He didn't understand what Yoshino was saying, and the former had a perplexed face. In response to such a dull reaction from Hatori, Yoshino stamped his feet on the ground.

 “So! You're back from a date!”

 I looked(T/N: look, but with eyes wide open) at Yoshino who raised his voice frustratingly. I couldn’t hide the surprise that Yoshino also perceived today as a date.  

 “What’s with that face! Even though you can add embarrassing scenes to a plot, what do you mean you can't do it in real life……”

 Yoshino murmured the dissatisfying words. I rubbed my eyes to see if I was having a convenient dream, but it seemed to be reality.

 “I want to confirm, that is to say ---”

 “Read the mood in times like this!”

 He held his breath against Yoshino who glared at him with a red face.  

 (This is……is it okay to accept the invitation……?)

 In retrospect, today's Yoshino was somewhat strange from the beginning. I wondered if it might even snow, but I would be troubled if he got angry.  

 “Can I stay the night?”

 “………”

 When asked straight, Yoshino dyed red to his neck and nodded a little.  

Both of them were silent on their way to Yoshino’s room. Every step I took made me feel more nervous. My body temperature gradually rose, even though the cold night breeze was brushing my cheeks.

“Ah? Where did I put the key?”

 Yoshino panicked in front of the room. He was just looking at the pockets in his coat and trousers, and he seemed to be forgetting the bag on his shoulder.  

 “Is it there in your bag pocket?”

 “R-right”

 The fingers that opened the zipper were trembling. Yoshino, who had no sense of control, dropped the key. The sound of bumpy metal crashed into the hallway.

 “I'll open it”

 Hatori picked up the key and opened the front door. At that moment, Yoshino felt small and seemed to be holding his breath.  

 “Thank- thank you”

 Open the door and encourage Yoshino to enter first. Yoshino’s movement walking in front of me started to feel more jerky.  

 “Um, do you want something to drink?”

 The voice which asked the question was trembling too. Even though I was just nervous, it seemed like Yoshino's tension was infectious.  

 I guessed I should have gotten used to it, since we had already done it so many times, but I didn’t want to look so dismayed in front of the person I liked.

 “No”

 “Ah, then how about a shower?

 “……Ah”

 His pink nape caused the little amount of reason remaining in me to give away. I held Yoshino’s shoulders, turned him around, and strongly kissed him.

 “Nnn……?”

 Perhaps surprised by Hatori's brute force, Yoshino’s eyes were wide open. However, immediately, the body’s tension was released and his eyelids lowered.  Eating his lips and twisting his tongue, Yoshino put his hands on Hatori's back. As the kiss deepened, the more they clung into each other.(T/N: literal translation is “the stronger the clinging force became”)

 “Nnn,n,nn……”

Embracing Yoshino's body, which was gradually melting, I became absorbed and devoured his lips. Every time I entangled my tongue, I heard a wet sound. I teased his tongue which was trying to entangle awkwardly, and enjoyed the mouth that was hotter than usual. I wanted to continue more, but when I noticed Yoshino who seemed to be suffocating, I broke the kiss with the feeling that my back hair was getting pulled.  

“……Stupid, we're still in the hallway”

Yoshino complained while being out of breath. Hatori strongly pulled Yoshino’s waist, who was glaring up at him with flushed cheeks, and whispered into his ear.  

 “It’s your fault for stirring me up(t/n: to stir up, to incite, to agitate). And you were responding, too”

 “That, that was just conditioned reflex……”

 “Is that so?”

 “What do you want to say!”

 “I didn’t say anything”

 “There's something written all over your face”  

 It was a sulking look, but there was sweetness in the gaze (T/N: not very sure about this part). Towards Yoshino who showed a sullen face due to the embarrassment, sadistic desires were aroused.

 “What is written, can you tell me carefully?”

 “Eh?-----Uwa”

 Heading to the bedroom while holding the waist, they fell into the bed entangled together.

 “Oi Tori----------”

 Fueled by Yoshino's moist eyes, he kissed him again as if he was being sucked in. He repeated the devouring kisses and ran his hands over Yoshino's clothes. While sighing and moaning into the sealed kiss, I pinned down and felt around/groped the thin body. Rolling up the inner knitwear, I touched his bare skin.

 I managed to get rid of the coat, and I was frustrated by the difficulty of movement while loosening the belt, and realized that I had not even taken off my jacket yet.

 (I really can't afford it)

 Internally, Hatori laughed bitterly at his impatience. He roughly stripped off his coat and jacket, which normally would have been dutifully hung, and pulled out his tie.  

 “Hey, slow down a bit………”

 “I can't”

 “Then try harder!”

If you answered immediately, you would get a retort from Yoshino. When I stroked around the area where Yoshino’s ribs had previously floated, Yoshino stirred under Hatori. It was still a bit thin, but it had gained a lot of flesh after all my daily efforts.

 “I'm deeply moved/very emotional that I've come to be able to grab it”

 “Oi, hey, don’t rub it……!”

 When Hatori grabbed his side, Yoshino wriggled ticklishly.  

“Then, how about here?”  

“Hya—”

He moved his hand further up, gently stroked the tip of his chest with the pad of his thumb, and then crushed it, a shrill voice escaped Yoshino's lips.The ticklish Yoshino was sensitive here too. When stimulated, it easily hardened. 

“Ah, mmm, ouch, stupid, not so hard”

 “You like it when it hurts, don't you?”  

 When you pinched it, the body jumped.

 “Ahh, n,nnn……!”

 When I knead it with some strength, it reddened like a fruit, and Yoshino rubbed his knees together as if frustrated. It looked like his nipples weren’t the only things getting hard.  

 When I forcibly split his knees and pressed my leg against his groins, I felt a hard tantalizing touch.

 “Ugh.... ah, wait, ah, ah”

 Rubbing it with your thigh made it even more tense. Hatori pushed down Yoshino's pants, which had been loosened at the waist. His underwear had changed color at some parts.

 “You're already wet”

 When I told him the fact, Yoshino turned red to his ears.  

 “W-Well, I'm not the only one... ah”

 “Maybe so”  

 “Ah……!?”

 He ran his index finger over the elastic of Yoshino’s underwear and lightly pulled it down, revealing a taut member. Hatori traced up the warped underside and scooped the moistened tip with his fingertips.

 “Ahh, ah………”

 When I wrapped my fingers around the whole cock and rubbed it gently, Yoshino let out a sweet and seductive/mellow voice. His appearance when clutching the bedsheet and enduring the pleasure was lovely.

 (How cute/How lovely)  

 He was usually sloppy, and he was quick to whine, but at the root of Yoshino's character is a stubbornness that hated to lose. Once he had made a decision, no matter what, he was not going to change it.

 “Yoshino, take that off”

 “Get ready first, you idiot...”

 While rebuking Hatori, Yoshino reached into a drawer on the sideboard. He found what he was looking for, and embarrassed to present something that could be used on him, he carelessly pressed it against my chest.  

 “Thank you”

 The bottle of lotion and the box of contraceptives that he had ready were new. I wondered what kind of expression did Yoshino buy these things with.

Resisting the urge to pursue the answer, I took the content in the palm of my hand. Making sure to squeeze it and spread it all over my fingers, I wrapped around his excitement again.  

 “Hya……ah,ah……!”

 When I made it slimy up and down, Yoshino's moan became even sweeter. After making it feel as tight as it could be, I probed behind with my wet fingers.  

 “Mmm,mm”

Yoshino sighed when I forcibly pushed my fingertips into the tightly closed place. He didn’t realize that he was tightening his limbs, but I pushed my fingers deeper and deeper.

 “Ngh,nghh……”

 Yoshino clenched his teeth as he endured the sensation of being probed inside his body.  It was not originally designed to accept foreign substances, but he slowly got used to it as lotion was added several times along the way.  Every time I pulled my finger in and out, a lewd squelching sound was heard.  

 “Ah…ah,ah……mm”

Yoshino's hands wandered around on the bed looking for something to cling to. Eventually, he grabbed a pillow and pulled it over to bury his face in it. Realizing that he didn’t want to let out his voice, I moved my fingers even more.  

 “Ah, ah, ah……!”  

 With increased fingers, I pushed hard against the inner wall and Yoshino's body jumped like a fish on land. I could tell that he was getting pleasure from the melting moans/charming moans.  

 I already knew all of Yoshino’s sensitive spots. I couldn’t afford to tease him today. Just tortured severely the spots where he would surely react.  

 “No, not only there, ahhh, ah!”  

 Yoshino wasn’t negative/contradictory about getting pleasure, but when he felt too good, he suddenly got scared.  I could understand the uneasiness of feeling like I was no longer myself. But I had no intention of toning it down.(T/N: other possible meanings: keeping it moderate/mild)

 “Aahh, no, ah, ah----!?”  

 The root of the arousal that was about to burst was tightened and the i that would have been risen was suppressed. Yoshino, who was going to be released, stared at Hatori with an agitated expression/ in turmoil.  

 “W-why……”  

 “You can hold it a bit more right?”  

 If I made him come first on a tiring day, he often fell asleep immediately after that. As expected, it would be a problem if that were to happen today.  I was already painfully tense. It wouldn’t be easy to take care of it alone.  

 “You have to take responsibility for the invitation”

 “Ahh……”  

 As I pulled out the fingers that were probing inside, a sweet, trembling voice escaped. I had feared it might still be a little tight, but my patience had already reached the limit.  

 “Are you ready?”(T/N: “Is it okay?”)

 “……Do whatever you want”(T/N: ……Suit yourself”)  

 With Yoshino's permission, I pushed open his knees. I restlessly loosened my waist and pulled my excited self out from the underwear.  I quickly put on the condom and when I fit into the prepared spot, the body temperature and pulsation were transmitted vividly.

 “Ah------”  

 I pushed the tip in with a huff. Running out of patience, I shoved in mercilessly.  Although it was still narrow/tight as he thought, but it had already learned Hatori’s shape and accepted him without refusal.  

 I secretly let out a sigh from the pleasure of being wrapped in the soft mucous membrane.

 “Nghh……why……why is it so big……ngh”  

 Yoshino glared at me resentfully with teary eyes. This might be more of a whining rather than a complaint. I was embarrassed to be complained about the body’s physiological reaction. It wasn’t something that could be controlled by reason.  

 “Of course it's because I want you. There isn’t any guy who’s not excited about holding someone he loves”  

“Idiot ......ngh”

 It was unreasonable to be spit a verbal abuse at like that even though I answered his question. In a fit of anger, I forcefully pushed it to the root, and cloudy whiteness was scattered by the momentum/impetus/force.

 “Ahh……ngh”

 He seemed to have come just by stimulation at the back because he was made to endure it earlier. The bodily fluid overflowing from the explosion was scattered across the thin abdomen.

 “I didn't say that you could come first right?”

 “B-but……”

 I wiped the overflowing bodily fluids with my fingers and treat Yoshino's arousal as if to smear it. I rubbed it hard, and it got tighter there with Hatori inside.

 “Ahh, ah, no, I’m going to come again……”

 “That won’t do. It's better if we come together right?”

 “Yeah ... but ...ngh”

 “You can't hold it for me?”

 “Meany Tori……Uh, ah, ah, nghh, ngh!”  

 What Yoshino said not to do was the same as what he said he wanted you to do. The reaction inside changed depending on the intensity of the stimulus. As I was enjoying the change, I was complained to by Yoshino, who was on the verge of tears.

“No, idiot, don't play anymore……ngh”  

 “You want me to focus more here?”

 “Ahngh!?”  

 I gave a hard shove at the place where our bodies connected.  

 “No, ahhh, ah, ah……ngh”

 I put myself into the root and shook up our connected bodies. Every time I sent my hips in, Yoshino's body jolted and trembled. I grabbed Yoshino's waist and held him up, bending his back heavily, and stirred his lotion-soaked wet insides mercilessly.

 “Ahhngh, ahh, no……ngh”  

While greedily gouging out the tangled mucous membranes, I drilled into the back again and again. When I sent my hip into the right place, Yoshino gasped as if to cry. That voice and expression further fueled Hatori. Hatori threw off his self-control and thrust up Yoshino in his lust.

 “Agh,ahh,ahhng,aah!”  

 At first, Yoshino was at my mercy, but gradually he started to move. It was unintentional, and probably unconscious. It was a pleasure that flew off all reasons, and he was trying to get more of it. Even if it was an act of instinct, it didn’t change what the expectation was.

 What Yoshino wanted, I just gave him exactly that

 (--------I’m really sly/cunning)  

 Every time I hold Yoshino like this, I felt indescribable elation and guilt.

All Yoshino must have had for Hatori, until the later revealed his hidden lust, were the feelings of comfort, friendship, and trust of a childhood friend. There might have been some sort of monopoly, but it probably wasn't that of love. I dragged Yoshino to this side, imposed my not-so-pretty desires on him, and instilled lust.

Even if Yoshino had had such experience, it was with the opposite sex and he was not in the receiving position. As a man, there must have been some confusion for him. Nevertheless, it was thanks to his generosity that he had accepted the position of being embraced on the receiving end.

He might not be aware of it himself, but Yoshino was the one who had the gut when the time came. Hatori's prudence was a mask to hide his mean, negative and cowardly self.

 “Ah! Not there, no, aghn, ah, aghn!”

 "Can't you say anything other than denial once in a while?"

 “Sh-shut up…..nghh”

 When I pointed out his lack of vocabulary, he glared at me with moist eyes. He usually had a face that didn’t seem to have anything to do with sexual things. But when he was embraced, he had such a face, so I couldn’t stand it. As I repeatedly thrust into the back, the connected part became loose. At that moment, I pulled myself out as much as I could and pushed it in.

 “Aaahhh……ngh”

With each extraction, the voice that spilled out became sweeter and sweeter. As I continued to gouge out the tightly-clung inner walls, Yoshino's face became distorted with pleasure.

 “You like it here right?”

“Yes, it feels good……nghh”  (T/N: Alternative: I like it. It feels good)

The reason why I deliberately asked the question when reason had failed was because I could hear an honest answer now.

 “Here?”  

 “Ughahh, ah,ah, ah….ngh”

 Yoshino, who was writhing and gasping, was driven even harder. When he squirmed and swayed, the thin body slid up on the bed.  

 “No, nghh, agnh, ah, ah……!”

Vigorously pulling his hips closer and thrusting even deeper. Yoshino also tangled his legs around Hatori's waist and clung to his back.  His lips came close to mine as if a pleading from Yoshino. Biting and kissing, I devoured on the impulse/urge.

 “Nn,n,n,nn……ngh”

 As I rocked my hips with our bodies close together, Yoshino's erection, which was overflowing with semen, rubbed against my abdomen. It seemed that the limit was already in sight.

When I parted my lips, there was a face right there that looked like it was about to burst into tears.

 “Tori……ngh, already, I’m coming, please……nghh”

In the blink of an eye, a single tear fell from Yoshino's eyes. I thought I'd tease him more, but I changed my mind on that expression.

“I know”

 Immediately, I increased the pace and caught up with Yoshino.  

 “Ahh, ahh, ah……ngh”  

 “-------Chiaki”

 “AH-----!?”

After an intense urging, they came almost simultaneously. Yoshino's lower abdomen quivered intermittently, overflowing with white turbidity.

 “Ah, nn……ngh”

 Then, after Hatori poured all the proof of his desire into Yoshino, he also pulled himself out. We remained silent, waiting for the heat to recede from our bodies. As I closed my eyes and surrendered to the pleasant exhaustion, Yoshino opened his mouth with rough breathing.

“……I've been meaning to tell you this for a while”

“Hm?”

“It’s foul play to call my name like that!”

Yoshino caught his breath, then paused, and grudgingly complained in Hatori's ear.

Personal notes: Hatori’s monologue is so sad omgg...the scene is like both sexy and hurt at the same time...what a writer

[i-like-cookiez]

Miraculous Gaydybug

Shrunken!Nathaniel x Marc

Miraculous Ladybug g/t...yes. Especially with my gay boys...🥰

Story takes place a day or two after the events of Reverser.

Marc practically threw his front door open. Resizer, the newest akumatized villain's attack had only just begun, and he was already shielding his shrunken classmate from the world in his red hoodie pocket.

Nathaniel had been hit by one of her blasters, shrinking him down. Marc remembered the way Nath had frozen up as he got smaller, eyes growing wider as he watched his classmates begin to loom over him. The way he seemed to look at everyone in a silent, desperate plea for help. After realizing Nathaniel was frozen in shock and fear, Marc has rushed out and scooped the boy up, depositing him into the relative safety of his hoodie pocket. Ladybug ordered Marc to keep him safe while her and Chat Noir dealt with the akuma, and he promised he would.

His fingerless gloved hands were loosely cocooned over the tiny scarlet redheaded boy's body. He could just barely feel the trembling against his hands. Nathaniel was terrified, and rightfully so. First, they'd all watched as Chat was grown to probably half the size of the Eiffel Tower, and then Nathaniel had to feel and see himself grow smaller and smaller. Marc could only imagine the fear he was feeling.

The two boys had been distant past few days, ever since a misunderstanding between them and Marinette has caused Marc to be akumatized, Marc had been confiding in Marinette after his akumatization, worrying that Nathaniel hated him, sure they did that comic book together, but who’s to say that the artist had really been sincere? Marinette had told him that he's probably reading it wrong, and maybe Nathaniel feels guilty, but Marc was sure of his former assumption.

He went up to his bedroom and surveyed his somewhat messy room, ripped and crumpled up pieces of paper from scrapped story ideas he'd written lying all over the floor and his desk. With one swipe of his free arm, he pushed the papers from the desk onto the floor, he could pick them up later. Then, ever so gently, he wrapped his other hand around Nathaniel in a firm but careful manner. He was met with small squeaks of protest, and a lot of struggling, but Marc's hand easily overpowered the shrunken teen. As soon as Nathaniel was removed from the pocket, he went still and silent, eyes screwed shut, refusing to look at the giant boy that had his life in his palm. Marc stared down at him, getting a clear look at him for the first time, in utter awe.

He's so small... Marc thought. So fragile and helpless. Mylène must feel like that because of Chloé, and now her akuma is making it so she can pass that feeling onto others... Nathaniel made a small noise, something between a whimper and a squeak, and Marc's heart almost burst with pity. He gingerly set Nathaniel down on the desk, and crouched down. He noticed that Nathaniel had his eyes squeezed closed, and sighed. Maybe if he gave the little guy some time alone, he'd feel a little better.

"Stay here, alright? I-I'll be right back." Marc said in a hushed voice, trying not to stutter. His pity for his classmate only grew when he saw him flinch at his words. Marc slowly stood up and exited the room quietly. The small boy's terrified form made eyes well up with tears. Nathaniel never truly meant any harm, he'd just been conflicted, always insecure about people humiliating him for his drawings - again, Chloé's fault... - He didn't deserve to feel so vulnerable and powerless. The raven haired boy ambled into the kitchen, getting an idea. He still had some apology macaroons left over from Marinette, he'd tried to refuse them because in the end, neither boy blamed her, but she insisted, and so Marc and Nathaniel had both taken home a box of macaroons.

Marc came back upstairs with a small plate of macaroons. He knocked softly on the doorframe to his room and walked in carefully.

"H-Hey, uh...I brought up some m-macaroons if you're, uh, hungry..." He set the plate down on the bed, and trailed off when he realized he couldn't see Nathaniel on his desk anywhere. "Oh no..." He whispered to himself.

"Um, Nath...? N-Nathaniel?" Marc called out softly, taking a few steps forward. He looked to the ground and froze in his tracks. He could be on the ground! I could've just... Marc shooed off those thoughts, and slipped off his boots, tossing them to the other side of the room, that way he wouldn't accidentally crush his classmate. Marc crouched at the desk again, and listened.

"Nath...please, come out. I-I don't want to hurt you." He said slowly and quietly. No reply. Marc was about to check the floor, when he heard some sniffling from behind his mug of pencils. Marc was about to move the mug away, when he froze.

"N-No! Stop!" A sudden voice cried out. It had been a yell, but it was barely even loud as Nathaniel was so small. Marc retracted his hand, but didn't move away.

"Okay! Okay! I-I'm not gonna move the cup!" Marc promised, "but I'll only keep that promise if you'll talk to me." He coaxed. There was silence for a second, until:

"F-Fine."

Marc managed a small smile. He looked at the cup where Nathaniel was hiding behind. He took a breath and started talking.

"So...How are you holding up, Nath?" He asked in a calm, low tone. Another few seconds of silence.

"E-Everything is huge a-and scary...T-The people, the places, the o-objects...You." Marc physically recoiled. He was scary?

"M-Me? Why...Why am I scary? It's me, Marc! The boy who literally couldn't hurt a fly!" He said in a hushed but raised voice, "you know me, Nathaniel. I'm not scary."

"Y-You're lying..." The tiny boy whimpered, "you j-just want me to feel safe so I'll c-come out, a-and then you'll take your r-r-revenge..." Marc was confused.

"Revenge? Nath, why on earth would I want 'revenge' against you?!" Marc has to stop himself from shouting in disbelief.

"B-Because I'm why you became R-Reverser..."

Oh... Marc thought, everything clicked in his brain and it all made sense. Nathaniel's awkwardness, why he's hiding now, why they haven't been speaking.

He blames himself.

"I-I insulted you...I ripped your notebook - you w-watched me do it! - and I didn't even g-give you a chance to explain yourself..."

"You must hate me."

"No...No Nath, wait-" Marc wanted to reassure his classmate that he didn't hate him. Without thinking, he moved the cup aside, revealing the wide eyed tiny staring back.

"N-No...please stay back...!" Nathaniel squeaked out quietly, scurrying backwards. Marc was slowly inching his hands closer.

"Nath, please...d-don't run. Just let me explain, you don't have to be afraid." Marc looked last Nathaniel and saw that he was running out of room to go back. "Nathaniel, wait!" He said suddenly.

"No! N-No!" Nath's body was in a trembling frenzy. Marc reached out suddenly and Nathaniel jumped back in terror.

"I-I won't let you t-take me-!" Nathaniel was cut off as he backed right off the desk. Marc was quick to act.

"Watch out!" He exclaimed, cupping his hands under his classmate. He felt the small weight of Nathaniel collide into his palms. Marc inhaled sharply as it happened. He watched as Nathaniel sat up slowly and became aware of where he was.

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" Marc began to panic, he gingerly brushed a finger over Nathaniel's limbs to check for any injury.

"I'm...fine?" Nathaniel replied slowly and hesitantly, "are...are you n-not-?"

"Not mad? Of course not." Marc lifted Nathaniel up to eye level, "that wasn't your fault. It was just a misunderstanding. You'd been manipulated and bullied before for your art, and I get it, I have too. And you should know that even though we haven't been talking, I-I had been hoping we would be again, e-eventually. Anyway! I don't blame you for anything, and there's no 'revenge' I want on you. All I want for you is for you to feel safe with me, u-until Ladybug and Chat Noir fix...this." Marc said, using a single finger to move some hair out of Nathaniel's eyes. Nathaniel grabbed onto the finger softly and touched it, feeling the enlarged grooves of skin. Still clutching it, he nervously looked up, tiny turquoise eyes staring up at Marc's giant green ones.

"Th-Thank you." Nathaniel stuttered out. Then he gave his best attempt at a friendly smile while trying to push down his fear. Marc's cheeks went a light shade of pink and he smiled back. His brain was thinking just one thing.

Shoot, that was really cute...how is he so cute?

"U-Um...you're welcome." Marc stammered, cheeks shading into a deeper pink. He walked slowly over to his bed and sat down next to his plate of macaroons. He put his hands onto the bed and let Nathaniel stumble off onto the plushy surface.

"So...are you hungry, or..?" Marc trailed off awkwardly, breaking off a piece of the macaroons and extending it towards Nathaniel. The tiny boy eagerly grabbed it and took a bite. His eyes lit up.

"More of Mari's macaroons! I ran out the same day she gave them to us! They taste so good..." He said in a fake hypnotized voice. Marc smiles fondly at his small friend. Nathaniel looked up from his sweet treat, and saw Marc's face. Now Nathaniel was going his own shade of red.

Marc's kinda cute when you talk to him for a little bit...he's also a pretty good writer, we should make a comic together... Nathaniel thought, then realized what exactly he'd just thought. Both boys ate their macaroons in comfortable silence, each occasionally sneaking a glance at the other and smiling cheekily.

Both of them have it baaaaad...

Good lord I love them so much if you want more of these two in size antics let me knowwww!

[cryptidofthekeys]

I reamerge after 5 days because yet again i am exited!! I just graduated from highschool 2 days ago, and used some of the money from that to buy myself a needle felting kit! I wanted to get into a new hobby- so i figured I'd try this one out!

It's supposed to come in today, but i don't know what time-- so I'm stuck waiting for it to arrive shdhhd. As always i have to start off small and not get ahead of myself - but if i enjoy the hobby enough and continue to get better at it- then maybe I'll make a small figure of your puppet maker boi.

Wool plushes are like puppets right?? I would just find it hilarious to have a puppet of the puppet maker pfff. But that probably won't happen for a while!! I'll let you know if I ever do it tho- and for now can only indulge in drawing what it might look like.

He doesn't get arms because I hate arms. He gon be sitting down :)

I swear I'm not obsessed with your character I'm normal I'm normal I'm-.

ANYWAY i hope your having a good day-. I might post my first small creation here on Tumblr - or just show it to ya by sending it here. Or neither. Idk-- we will see ^^.

First n foremost aayyyy!!! congrats!!! im proud of ya for graduating high school!! <3

secondly ooh needle felting,, I love what people can create but I could never for two reasons really, 1: my poor fingers would be stabbed to hell and back 2: the material itself makes me wanna grind my teeth tbh, only when i hold it tho- not,, not when i just see it lmao but I wish you luck and ughh same, i hate waiting for a package, im still waiting on my wise dog tarot cards to arrive

and yeah, that’s p good advice to give yourself, a good reminder to not get super ahead of yourself- to take your time and get good at your craft and hey even if you don’t enjoy it a lot? There’s plenty of things out there to do so either way, no rush on anything really, its meant to be fun-

also fkjlfjgdksl im going to c r y,, legit,, like holy fucking s h i t- like its one thing to see art or fanfics or stuff like THAT of my OCs but the fact that you actually want to make a FIGURE of them gfjkldfjgdfs w o o, thats,,, thats got tears in me eyes w o o  b o y- their,, good tears, not bad dont get me wrong but god d a m n- just,, absolutely if you ever decide to make a figure, any sorta thing really with my characters please never hesitate to tag me imightnotseeitotherwise because i don’t wanna miss out!

honestly, lookin at the drawing- the concept is very cute!! look at him, lil scrunkly boy!! also eh arms are hard to draw let alone felt im sure,, but either way he looks super cute and honestly im very flattered someone likes an OC from me so much!

and hey, do whatever makes ya most comfortable, post it on tumblr, shoot a submission my way, or just DM me- or if ya don’t wanna show it off at all, i understand too- you just do whatever makes ya most comfortable <3