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all of this is from distractions.carrd.co!!

out and about - ☆ people-watch ☆ sit outside ☆ go window shopping ☆ try out clothes w/o buying them ☆ get a mani/pedi ☆ cloud-watch ☆ make a shopping list ☆ go on a shopping spree ☆ find a new location in your city to visit on google maps ☆ go stargazing ☆ go to the library ☆ go thrifting ☆ pick flowers ☆ go to a new coffee shop you haven’t been to ☆ go camping ☆ go to a museum ☆ go to a park and draw people walking by ☆ see a movie in theaters

moving - ☆ play tennis ☆ ride your bike ☆ go swimming ☆ make your own workouts ☆ swing ☆ make a playlist of workouts ☆ climb something ☆ go for a jog ☆ take a walk ☆ go hiking ☆ do some yoga ☆ do your work out routine ☆ pilates ☆ stretch

creative - ☆ draw, add a pos over it and draw all over again ☆ make a collage out of book pages ☆ make flower arrangements ☆ style your school uniform ☆ copy celebrities’ signature looks w things in your closet ☆ draw many puzzle pieces ☆ make your own zentangles ☆ create your own signature symbol ☆ dry flowers and make a flower diary ☆ learn to crochet ☆ make gift cards for your friends ☆ make a google docs template ☆ copy tattoos w a marker ☆ make stickers ☆ create your own digital museum ☆ make friendship bracelets ☆ make a diy bath bomb ☆ make a movie ☆ tye dye a t-shirt ☆ make playlists for moments ☆ write a letter ☆ decorate an envelope ☆ write jokes ☆ scribble and turn it into a drawing ☆ splash paint onto paper ☆ try to recreate art ☆ recreate notion/carrd pages you see online ☆ make a graphic novel ☆ build a fantasy world ☆ draw a map ☆ draw a webtoon ☆ decorate a notebook ☆ collect dried leaves ☆ make tattoo ideas ☆ do commissions ☆ draw pixel art ☆ make powerpoint templates ☆ make a subliminal playlist ☆ make edits of ppl ☆ make a notion template ☆ write a cringey wattpad novel ☆ write fanfiction ☆ decorate flower pots ☆ paint your phone case ☆ make diets for your fav characters ☆ write a love // hate letter ☆ make lyrics out of random words ☆ paint rocks ☆ decorate a hat ☆ cut out your clothes to make new ones ☆ up-cycle thrifted clothes ☆ draw on your wall ☆ make a bullet journal ☆ doodle on anything around you ☆ memorize a poem/song ☆ come up w original thread ideas ☆ make jewelry ☆ make soap ☆ crochet // knit ☆ draw a self-portrait ☆ draw w your eyes closed ☆ scrapbook ☆ paint some cloth ☆ animate something ☆ start a dream journal ☆ start a blog ☆ bake a cake ☆ cook something new ☆ create new outfits ☆ color ☆ learn origami ☆ draw an original character and give them their own backstory ☆ color-code your google calendar ☆ draw your dream home in detail ☆ paint on a canvas bag ☆ make a jar filled w movie titles and pull one out randomly to watch ☆ start your own private instagram account as a digital diary ☆ write a screenplay ☆ direct your own movie ☆ make lists

educational - ☆ research a random topic (then make a presentation on it) ☆ learn all the countries on a certain continent ☆ learn all countries’ capitals ☆ educate yourself ☆ catch up on current events ☆ go on a study space and study ☆ join a google classroom ☆ take a masterclass ☆ sign up for a course ☆ practice public speaking ☆ finish your assignments ☆ improve your memory ☆ memorize things ☆ organize your notes ☆ learn a new study technique ☆ learn morse code ☆ annotate a book ☆ learn curse words in other languages ☆ learn how to play an instrument ☆ pick up a new skill ☆ learn some psychology tips ☆ learn some cool facts ☆ learn a new language on duolingo ☆ learn about finances

hang out with yourself - ☆ induce a glow-up ☆ induce your honeymoon phase ☆ choose a signature smell ☆ interview yourself ☆ write about your day ☆ figure out a crisis you’ve been having ☆ romanticize your life ☆ get a signature look ☆ get on another twt side ☆ use subliminals ☆ put all your thoughts on paper ☆ decorate your personal journal ☆ watch a childhood movie ☆ go through your old playlists ☆ discover a hidden talent ☆ ask yourself weird questions ☆ write a love poem to yourself ☆ make a goal list ☆ create a vision board ☆ make a time capsule ☆ look at old photos ☆ write a will ☆ practice gratitude ☆ declutter your phone ☆ practice meditation ☆ make an online quiz about yourself ☆ create a five-year plan ☆ plan out your week ☆ write three short-term goals ☆ work on current goals ☆ use a body scrub ☆ do a hair mask ☆ take yourself out on a date ☆ plan YOU days ☆ journal your feelings ☆ write letters to your future self ☆ make a top-10 list of your fav anything ☆ examine your birth chart ☆ color or cut your hair ☆ start a happiness jar ☆ write down your manifestations // affirmations ☆ watch self-improvement videos ☆ give yourself a spa day ☆ update your resume

social life - ☆ facetime your friends ☆ interview someone ☆ do a virtual meet-up w friends ☆ get a penpal ☆ learn about recent drama ☆ boost your socials ☆ talk on spaces w your moots ☆ volunteer ☆ contact an old friend ☆ plan a meet-up w friends ☆ call a relative ☆ plan fun outings // themed nights for you and your friends ☆ hug someone

at-home - ☆ take a cold shower ☆ re-organize your bathroom ☆ try on your clothes ☆ take a bubble bath ☆ visit a digital museum ☆ paint your nails ☆ do a movie/book/game marathon ☆ clear out your closet ☆ drink water ☆ put together a skincare routine ☆ go through your emails ☆ use a bath bomb ☆ do a face mask ☆ plan your meals ☆ re-arrange your books ☆ clean your room ☆ have a picnic on the floor ☆ stick pictures to your walls ☆ organize your drawers ☆ redecorate your room ☆ clean your makeup brushes ☆ declutter your makeup ☆ organize your photos ☆ clean your electronics ☆ do your laundry ☆ take a nap ☆ make a fort ☆ clean your desk area ☆ print posters and decorate your walls ☆ brush your teeth ☆ back up your laptop and phone ☆ update your passwords ☆ clean your car

just for fun - ☆ pretend you’re vlogging ☆ plan a trip ☆ copy ppl’s insta stories ☆ pretend you’re a model ☆ plant a flower/tree ☆ play uno or another card game ☆ play scrabble ☆ make a tournament of a game like “true american” in new girl ☆ make an amazon list ☆ learn dances ☆ do a makeup tutorial ☆ play loud music ☆ do buzzfeed quizzes ☆ read a webtoon ☆ look at memes ☆ look at thinspo ☆ make a youtube channel ☆ watch vlogs ☆ count your money ☆ discover new makeup styles ☆ tweet something stupid ☆ google yourself ☆ read fanfiction ☆ find new music ☆ write online reviews ☆ read shein reviews ☆ sing karaoke ☆ play never have i ever ☆ play with bubbles ☆ try to rap ☆ recreate your fav movie scenes ☆ make a shrine ☆ make a treasure hunt ☆ play chess // checkers w yourself ☆ start a controversy over a stupid topic ☆ donate some money ☆ learn to hula-hoop ☆ do a sudoku ☆ save tweets to your bookmarks ☆ make a tbr list ☆ go through old ana forums ☆ take a survey ☆ make a wishlist for when you reach your ugw ☆ make an elaborate conspiracy theory ☆ play w legos ☆ start a new show ☆ make a new playlist ☆ listen to a podcast ☆ surf pinterest ☆ read a book ☆ make a bucket list ☆ shop online ☆ sell clothes online ☆ test out a new hairstyle ☆ look up recipes online ☆ watch true crime ☆ watch a rom-com ☆ play video games ☆ redo your phone layout to a new theme ☆ watch a yt documentary ☆ start your own cult ☆ try dimension shifting ☆ record your own videos of you talking to yourself ☆ re-organize your pinterest account and all your boards ☆ scream into a pillow ☆ go through the app store and look for cool apps

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teacupcollector · 1 year

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Perennial Lovers (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader) (Tattoo Artist AU)

Modern Warfare II Masterlist

A/N: This is my longest fic 4.4k words... A/N: This is a birthday present for my mutual @sant-riley please check them out!

A/N: MDNI Summary: Getting a tattoo was something you have always wanted to do. So when you saw that 'The 141 Cowboys Tattoo Shop' was open to walk in you immediately made your way there. You meet a tattoo artist who picks up on your nervousness and his relaxation methods are interesting, but you like them all the same.

Never have you been so nervous. Not only were you getting your first tattoo, it is also a very big piece. You saved about two-thousand dollars just in case. Now as for finding tattoo parlors, that was a different story. You don't mean to be a snob, but it is going on your body so you have a right to be picky. When you went searching online for any websites the only one that stood out to you was linked to a Facebook.

It only had eight reviews, but all were five stars. Some reviews went into detail work, cleanliness, as well as customer service. It was called 'The 141 Cowboys Tattoo Shop' when you scrolled through their albums you liked a particular artists style. He was proficient in black and gray realism work, but as you looked through it he did add splashes of color where it was needed. You decided to give them a call to set up an appointment. Fortunately they were doing walk-ins this weekend and told you to come on down.

So here you are standing in front a little hole in the wall trying and willing yourself to go in. You step in and there is a little jingle at the door.

"Be there in a minute!" You hear a deep Scottish accent reverberate from behind a wall.

You stand by the door for a moment before you hear a jogging of footsteps come around the corner.

"Hello Lass what can I do for you?" A man with a Mohawk, tight blue jeans and an Army green shirt that is a bit tight on the chest asks.

"I-I am here for a tattoo? Uh... I called on the phone..." His face lights up in recognition.

"Ah yeah! Rudy mentioned you would be coming. Come over here and we can start a consultation." He says with a smile as he guides you to a small seating area.

It has a book case with different books. Such as religious symbols and what they mean, a couple comic books, a few books on the history of tattoos and where the different art styles come from, etc. There is a big flat screen TV on an entertainment center with an assortment of movies underneath for you to watch. The seats in question was a long leather couch that looked slightly worn, but in a good away, and in front of it was a small coffee table that was made out of red wood, and when you get closer to it you can actually see there is a bullet lodged inside. You sit down and he rushes to the book case to grab so binders off of the bookcase and set it down in front of you, before sitting next you on the couch.

"So whatcha lookin' ta get? I'm Soap by the way." He says as he holds out his hand.

You shake it with a smile. "I uh... I am wanting a black and gray tattoo? Kind of realistic? Oh! Here I'll pull up what I want."

Soap get's a strained look on his face, but it relaxes once he sees what you pull up. "I'd kind of like a rendition of 'The Hasanlu Lovers?' I am willing to work with you on it. It doesn't have to be exact..." You say as your voice slowly dwindles.

"Sorry Lass, but I am more of a new school artist. I can get someone who could do this justice." He says as he stands up.

"I'll be right back." He walks around the table and into the studio area.

You hear some murmuring before you hear two sets of foot steps come your away. When you look up you see a big hunk of a man. He is tall with broad shoulders. Wearing a black t-shirt that are a bit tight on the arms and chest 'What is it with these men and not wearing the right size shirt?' He was wearing black jeans as well. His arms were veiny his left one has a partial sleeve on his forearm. The most noticeable feature was the mask he was wearing.

"Shit is there a mask mandate? I can go ge-" "No No! It's fine. He wears it just because." Soap says and he gets a scoff from the man beside him.

"This is Ghost he does Black and Gray as well as realism. I think he will be a better fit for you." Soap says before handing you the binder that says "Ghost."

You flip through really quick before smiling. "Yeah I saw these on Facebook! I really like your work!" You say with a smile.

There is a grunt in response as he sits down next to you, but a little farther then you deem necessary. because you want him on top of you You hand over your phone so he can look.

"Anythin' you want to add to it?" He asks you and you draw a blank all you could think of was his eyes. He looked at you like he wanted to eat you alive, but you couldn't tell if that intimidated you, or turned you on... Or both.

"I uh... I'm not really sure..." You mumble shyly.

"I'll draw somethin' up real quick and see what you like." He says and you smile and nod.

He stands up and goes into the studio portion and grabs a tablet, before coming back and sitting down. "Might take me a bit... You're my first customer of the day.... So you might want to go grab something to eat." He says not looking up from his work.

"Go sign a paper at the front and we'll call you." He says as he gestures to the desk near the entrance of the shop.

You nod before walking up to the desk. Soap happened to be working back there and his face brightens when he notices you.

"Hello! Did you change your mind?" He jokes and you shake your head.

"No Ghost said he will be a bit so he told me to come to the front and sign a paper with my phone number on it!" You say excited.

Soap smiles back at you before pulling out a clip board. "He normally doesn't take clients that fast. He is very picky on who he tattoos."

You looked at him confused before beginning to sign the sheet. There were three sections. one for your name, two for your phone number, and three for the artist you want. You quickly fill out the sheet before setting it on the counter. Soap gives you a nod before going back and filling the snacks that were underneath the counter. You walk out and decide to get something to eat as well as bring back some food for Ghost. You hope he likes what you chose.

It's been about an hour when you get a call.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hey, just want to say I am finished with the concept art, I forgot to talk to you about where you want to put it." Who you now know as Ghost responds.

"Oh Yeah I'll head right down!" You say.

You hear a grunt in response before the line goes dead. You quickly get the rest of your food as well as his and get it 'to go' then you make your way to the tattoo parlor. As you walk in you notice that there is more people in the shop. Customers getting consultations, Someone working behind the counter, people watching the TV, and finally people getting to work on Tattoos.

You notice Ghost standing in the threshold of the sitting area and the studio. He motions for you to come over.

"Alright I have three sketches." He says as he opens his tablet.

"One is just normal, because you said you weren't sure if you wanted anything. The second is of them in a coffin, and the third is what I assume to me the masculine skeleton putting a rose in the female skeletons "hair" I will add a pop of color in the flower if you don't want a full black and gray piece. I didn't know if you wanted to go morbid with this or not."

You stare at it for a moment and hum to yourself. "They all look so good... I am torn between these two." You say pointing back and forth between the flower and the coffin one.

"I... I don't mean to be pushy or anything, but could I suggest something?" You ask.

"'s your body. You choose what goes on it." He says.

"I was wondering if we could maybe mix these two together? Maybe instead of an actual coffin it could be a uh... A picture frame in the shape of a coffin?" Ghost is silent for a moment.

"Where would you wan' it?" He asks.

"I was going to say my hip, but now I am thinking on the front of my thigh." You say.

"It's a pretty big piece... This your first tattoo?" He asks and you nod your head.

"Pretty bold you are." His voice has a more gravelly undertone as his Manchester accent comes out.

"Well. I will put us in a room instead of the studio... You wore a skirt. Don't need you flashin' all the customers." He says as he leads you to a small room.

It has a tattoo chair, a TV, some speakers and a computer, for what you assume would be for music and finally a printer.

"I'm gonna get drawn' you can stay in here. Need let the boys know that I'm using this room." He says as he walks out.

You hear more murmuring before he enters again. this time with some equipment like inks, a bag with what you can assume is his tattoo gun, and some needles. He sits down at the desk and begins drawing.

"Turn on the TV or browse your phone if ya wan'..." He says.

"Thank you..." You say as you begin to browse on your phone.

About thirty minutes later he gestures for you to come look. "This look good?" He asks.

As you look at it you see a coffin shaped picture frame that was all black. It had a dark gray border on the inside of it. Then there is another cut out where the lovers are laying. There is a mixture of black and many shades of grey all mixed through out this piece. You noticed that there are tears falling down their cheeks as well. Finally the flower which was a beautiful light blue.

"I didn't want a cliche red rose so I went with a Perennial Blue Flax flower. An' don't take my word for it, but I think it would go with the theme because Perennial flowers last longer and come back even after they die... Thought it could go with the "Love lasts beyond death." Which I assume is what you wanted..." He says.

You are in absolute awe. "This... This is absolutely beautiful! This is exactly what I want!" You say and you couldn't tell but his left eye crinkled slightly so you can assume that he was giving a half smile under his mask.

"Alright then. Lets get started." He says as he gestures to the chair. "Stand there so I can put the stencil on you okay?

You nod and walk over to the chair. He begins to wrap the handle of his tattoo gun while the stencil begins to print. He then looks at you.

"I need you to lift your skirt for me." He rasps and you immediately turn red.

You move your skirt up the leg you want to tattoo. He takes the stencil out of the printer and moves next to you. He sits down on a rolley chair and he looks at your thigh. He then takes out a shaving razor.

"Shit sorry! I should have shaved be-" "Doesn't bother me, don't worry 'bout it..." He says before taking a wipe and wiping away any of the loose hairs. He takes care in wiping your thigh a little longer then appropriate, but then again it wasn't like you were enjoying it.

He places the stencil on your thigh before motioning to a mirror. "That look right to you?" He asks and you smile and nod.

"Then lay down for me?" He says his tone seeming more rough then before.

You lay down and lift your skirt again and make sure to try your best in covering your other leg to at least have some form of protection.

"You ready?" He asks. "I am gonna be putting my hands on you, if you get uncomfortable at any time let me know. It is important that you stay relaxed and not move. You got that?"

You nod with an audible "yes" before he turns on the tattoo gun and gets to work.

You would think you would notice the pain of the needle penetrating your skin first, but in reality you notice the vibration. At least where the vibration was place.

"Gonna start with your inner thigh okay? Have a couple of stretch marks that I want to be gentle with." He says as he rotates your leg to have your knee facing outward.

His arm and hand are placed in between your legs and you feel the vibration of his hand against your mound. You let out a short gasp which causes him to look up but then he continues his work. Luckily he starts working his way down your thigh so you get a moment to compose yourself. It is about fifteen minutes before he is back at your inner thigh.

"Gotta do some shading now." He says as he ads water to some of the inks to get a variety of gray coloring.

He dips the needles in before he begins to move his hand back and forth. It goes from his knuckles to the handle that is protruding from his grip that rub against your core. You try your best not to jerk but the pain of the needle with his movements are so addicting you can't help but squirm around. The hand that was placed on your outer thigh begins to caress the skin underneath it.

"Gotta stay still for me okay?" He grunts as he continues.

You nod, but bite your lip. Each stroke of the needle causes his hand to move against you in just the right way. You are hoping your underwear aren't soaked through, because you were sure he would be able to feel your wetness if it was. On occasion you would catch him glimpsing at the crease where your leg meets your body. You were hoping he wasn't uncomfortable. You were especially worried about the puddle that will be left after you get up from this chair.

He begins to move his hand up your thigh and to the crease of your leg. He then slides his middle and ring finger underneath the band of your underwear.

"Need to move this a bit 'cause it is in the way." He says.

His pointer finger and thumb begin to slowly massage the crease of your leg which makes you sigh with delight.

"Actually gorgeous I think it might be best if you remove your panties all together." He says, his voice dropping impossibly lower as he removes the tattoo gun from your leg and turning around. "If your comfortable..."

"No it's okay don't worry about it!" You say as you shimmy your underwear down. You his in pain when you accidentally rub the cloth against your raw leg.

You flip your skirt down half way and use your hand to cup your core over your skirt so you wouldn't accidentally flash him after putting your underwear behind your back since your purse is on the other side of the room. "You can turn around now." You says. You are trying your best to sound confident in yourself.

He turns back around and rolls back over to where he was previously. He places his left hand on your outer thigh and begins to work again. The vibrations seem to be more intense now that your hand is there. You bite your lip in an attempt to quiet you whimpers of pleasure.

"Come on love... You need to relax..." He says as he begins to massage your thigh in an effort to relax you. But unfortunately that does the complete opposite.

"Need ya to spread your legs for me..." He says.

You can't tell if you were imagining it or if he said it in a suggestive way, but his left had creeps down your thigh and to the crease of your knee.

"What can I do to relax you? You were being such a good girl before you started squirming around..." He says.

The look in his eyes were lustful. Like he was taking you apart and putting you back together in his mind.

"You can't help..." You mumble.

"Is it something to do with the mess you made on my chair?" He asks with what you assume to be a smirk.

You cover your face which makes him chuckle. You hear the machine turn off and the sound of him setting the gun down on the table before his left hand returns to the inside of your knee.

"C'mon baby... Spread 'em for me." He says as he guides your legs open.

Now that your hand isn't on your skirt to hold it down your cunt was on full display. You shiver at the cool air hitting it. He uses his right hand to flip the skirt all the way up.

"She's just drippin' isn't she?" He asks and you squeak in embarrassment.

"Gotta be quiet gorgeous, that's how relaxing works. Bein' nice and quiet..." He says as he scoots forward in his chair, propping your leg against his shoulder.

He moves your hands from your face only to put them over your eyes.

"Keep 'em closed..." He says as he slides his face mask down and kisses the inside of your knee.

"You don't need to see to relax..." He murmurs against your skin.

"Tell me what to you like more?" He grunts as he kisses up your thigh.

"The pain..." He says as he grips the outside of your thigh just bellow the tattoo. He uses his hand to stretch the skin slightly to put the emphases of what he means by pain. "Or the vibrations against your pussy?" He asks as he is about midway up your thigh.

You try your best to keep your eyes shut, but you refuse to open your mouth in fear that you wouldn't have control of what comes out. You feel his teeth sink into your inner thigh and you yelp.

"Gonna need you to answer me gorgeous..." He whispers and you whine.

"Both... I like both!" "Gotta be quieter then that... Don't need anybody else to hear." He says as he continues to kiss up your thigh.

You want to look down and see his face, but you were worried that if you did he would stop. He finally get the the crease of your leg next to your mound, but instead of going to where you need him most he moves up your V-line and bites down there. You let out a soft moan.

"So if I were to turn my machine back on... And press the handle of my tattoo gun against your pretty cunt... 'nd maybe nibble on you a bit... You'd like that?" He asks as his mouth travels back down to the crease of your leg.

You nod your head with a small "Mhm!"

He leans over and kisses your clit. "Now that wouldn't be sanitary... So you are going to have to deal with my fingers..." He says and before giving your clit an open mouth kiss.

It is as if the moment he tasted you he wanted more, because he immediately stood up from his chair and buried his face in your pussy. You muffled your moan by biting down on your palm as he put your leg over his shoulder. He pulls back for a moment and begins to nibble on your outer labia. No man has ever done that before, but now you are pretty sure you have a biting kink. He nibbles downwards before nestling himself in your cunt. His tongue probes your slit as he moves his head back and forth. The feeling of his nose against your clit makes you jump.

"Taste so good..." He murmurs into you before he massages his tongue into your slit. You feel your walls clamp down on his tongue.

He continues to shake his head back and forth slowly, his nose brushing your clit almost perfectly.

"Faster... P-Please!" You try your best to keep your voice down by putting pauses in between words.

He seems to follow your instructions as his head moves faster. The sounds that he was making into your pussy was almost enough to make you cum on the spot.

You remove one of your hands and lace it into his hair. It was soft and short, almost perfect grabbing length. "Keep your eyes closed." You hear him say.

You follow his order and begin to arch your hips up and grind against his face. You groan in frustration when he uses his right arm to pin your hips to the now very wet chair. So you take to clamping your thighs around his head instead. You hear him hum in delight.

He takes his left hand and pries your leg from his head and moves his hand in between your legs. He pulls away from your core. A small pop coming from your slit as he removes his tongue. He inhales quickly before latching his mouth onto your clit.

"Oh god!" You say as you feel the small gentle flicks of his tongue against your nub.

You feel him slip a finger into you only to add another a second later. He starts off by spreading his fingers in a scissoring motion before actually moving them. He times the flicks of his tongue with the thrusts of his fingers. You hear your pants getting louder and louder, Your eyes hurt from how hard your are closing them, and you are so close to your release.

"Please, please, please, please! Ghost please!" You cry before smacking a hand over your mouth.

Your chest is heaving and your shirt that you were today is clinging against your body due to sweat. The room smells of sex. All you want to do is look down and see what he looks like between your legs, but again you know he will stop if you do. As this is going through your head he curls his fingers upwards and your yelp again.

"There it is..." He grunts before clamping down on your clit again.

He thrusts his fingers One. Two. Three times before you come apart. Your core tightens around his fingers ad your entire body tenses up. The curling of your toes are painful. You taste blood in your mouth from biting your lip so hard. You hear him release your clit with a pop.

"That's a good girl... Come on... Let it all out." He says as he helps you through your release.

You let out a small sob as your body begins to relax. You hear the sound of a water bottle opening and the sound of a paper towel being torn before you feel a cold rag against your cunt You shiver and try to keep your eyes closed to the best of your ability. You hear silence for a few more minutes before he speaks.

"You can open your eyes now." You open your eyes to see a now disheveled haired and masked Ghost.

"Can you stand up for me pretty girl?" He asks and you nod slowly.

He helps you stand up before he kneels on the ground and wipes your tattooed thigh. "I'm gonna need you to come in for a second session... You alright with that?" He asks softly.

Now that you think of it you look down to see only the shading of the coffin is done and inside the line work of the skeletons are empty.

"Y-Yeah that's good... Uh what do I owe you for this session?" You ask out of breath.

He wraps your leg and stands up. "$400." He says as moved to the other side of the chair and begins wiping it down.

"Only $400? T-This is a 1.5K tattoo at least!" You exclaim, but it only comes out as a small wheeze.

"Deal with it. The total for this session is $400... The next might be worth more due to the small details." He grunts.

He walks over to some cabinet and gets out some disinfectant before spraying and wiping it down a second time. You stand there for a moment dumbfounded.

"Come on..." He says as he tosses the used paper towels away and opens the door to the room.

When you walk out you can hear the sound of loud bagpipes echoing across the studio. Ghost leads you to the counter where he puts in the total of $400 into the register. You pull out that and an extra $50 but he immediately pushes that back toward you.

"No tip..." He says before glancing down to your skirt and back up again.

You feel your face flush. He reaches over the counter to a card holder and he grabs a card that has a skull and his name plastered in graffiti letters.

"My number's on here. Call me when your free." He grunts.

"For the tattoo?" You ask as you take the card.

"Or somethin' else if you're interested." He says before shutting the register and reaching under the counter and grabbing you a water bottle.

"Drive safe Gorgeous." he says as he walks away and back into the room.

You quickly take your card and your water bottle and thankfully you grabbed your purse and dash out of the shop. You get your keys out and get in your car before taking off down the road. You then realize once you are halfway home that you left your underwear at the shop...

#tattoo artist au #modern warfare 2 #mw2 2022 #simon riley x reader #tattoo artist simon riley #x reader smut #simon ghost riley #simon 'ghost' riley #simon riley smut #mw2 smut #soap mctavish #modern warefare 2 fanfic #simon 'ghost' riley x reader smut #x reader #x fem reader #lord forgive my sins

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petewentzisblack1312 · 5 months

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I was gonna ask you this anyway actually bc you know a lot of artists but I just kept forgetting bc adhd is kicking my ass rn but since you wanted asks: do you know of any cool online stores or artists selling stickers? im trying to decorate my new laptop and I bought a few on etsy but I wanna get more

made in a lab to answer this question bc all i do is look for artists that skew cool. i will also give artists that skew cute. some artists are in between these categories, that is, they have a cute artstyle with subject matter that at least at times skews cool. my metric for whats cool and whats cute is pretty much 'based on aesthetics if this were being sold at a basement show in the 90s to 00s would someone get called gay'. if the answer is yes, its cute. if the answer is no, its cool. i dont know if this makes sense but im gonna use this categorizing anyway. i will tag the artists who are on tumblr but otherwise im naming everyone by their instagram handle because thats where i look at art and im on my phone and cant link everyone without losing my sanity

coming back after writing this list i have GOT to put this under a cut

@cursedluver: cute/cool, mostly cool to me, very bright and colourful and his starpions are really fun

ummmheather: cute/cool, mostly cute but shes got some stuff thats silly in a more cool way if that makes sense.

strikegentlyco: cool, they only recently started making stickers so the selection is a bit limited but they do have lots of enamel pins

sheselle: i would say firmly on the cute side of things in aesthetics but i think her sense of humor can be interesting. new to me though. i think you will really love some of her stuff and not really be into others.

@sweatermuppet: cool, lots of queer political stuff

luluvanhoagland: cool but with a soft artstyle so it feels cute.

@sofftpunk: cute/cool, lots of lgbt stuff

thegraveyardrave: mostly cool, they do have a tumblr blog but its specifically for clownposting so i will not tag him

leestrawberrryshop: cute with a cool tilt, mostly white and pink with just lineart but its an interesting scribble/doodle style. memey at times

prettybadco: cool but lately this guys been doing so much i think you should leave fan merch and its not bad but i dont watch i think you should leave and its not what i followed for. the original stuff is pretty neat though

catcoven: medieval. giving this one its own category on the grounds that thats pretty self explanatory and more precise than cool/cute

interrupted by finding a bee in my bedroom while drinking slightly warm tea (house is closed and the windows in my room (also closed) have mosquito nets)

@verdant-succubus: cool but there is body horror and guts and stuff so tread lightly if youre sensitive to that sort of thing.

radhia rahman (knivesmeow): cute but i feel cool when i look at her art

abprallenuk: cool but the colour palletes are strictly pastel

svv.art: very cool

smdefelice: cool. mostly does screenprinting but i am pretty sure they do stickers also. however the shop is currently closed for con prep do i cannot confirm

lilboatboutique: cute/cool has a homesick at space camp sticker which is currently on my water bottle and which i own in 2 variants as an enamel pin.

kerin cunningham: cool. emo. the goat. what else is there to say.

@darbydraws: cool. quite like her stickers although her bread and butter is t shirts. also emo

xraeart: cool. alt streetwear brand so. yknow.

skullingway: cool. theyre one of my favourite artists hands down. not a lot of stickers tho

jordandebney: cool. this guy makes the coolest stickers but most of it is for his subscription box which is fine. theres 2 stickers not behind a paywall

elrosabel: cool stuff, cute style. she kinda like. soft closed. to do polymer clay sculptures. but she might have reopened? i know shes selling stuff under this project again

piratesarrrt: cool but in a soft style. similar subject matter to luluvanhoagland. which is to say weird girl heads.

seankeetonart: cool.

@moonlume: cute. the concepts are cool though

jimibiscuits: cool. this is one of my favourite artists i have. so many of his pins. he doesnt have a ton of stickers though iirc

@8pxl: i am going to invent a category called 'pretty'. i love pixel art and this is my favourite pixel artist ever.

i gotta fuckin stop

go forth and get some stickers

#dils declares

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Came home to my Japan loots I compile from last month shopping 🫣 Most of them King-Ohger stuff 🤣. Gahhh I am so lucky manage to get these two at decent prices…(I can’t get whole set I don’t have space 🥲)

Somehow the newer one felt a slightly bigger than the previous one 🤔

There is definitely a lot new details. Like finally Jeramie’s hand details, the earring complete. The Time-skip his sleeves is shorter compare previous one was longer. Their hair also is a little longer also with a little pattern. Although I am amuse by the back of their clothes had like these edge for all three of them. 😂 (Almost like secretly he wanted a cape)

Finally Rita has ears 😂 EARCUFF-CHAN! Although I know they can’t be that details would have nice if Gokkan symbol was there. Their jacket definitely can see it a bit shorter but it more obviously from the back than the front. Their collar sleeves are now white when before was gray. (Glad they still put the bracelet detail on their hand) Though I adore the little chain at the side end of their jacket 🥰. Though they felt a little stiff compared to pre-time skip maybe because it still new 😅. Also their eyelash is now black where their pre-time skip is purple. Also not so sure if their OhgerCalibur is better details & made now? (Maybe I ware out my Rita too much oops) Oh & their hair is definitely shorter & cooler with style 😎

My other King-Ohger stuff…

Pamphlet, Lightstick, sticker, T-shirt, towel, postcard, poster, standee & clear band. (Gahhh sad didn’t manage to get magnet probably get at the event…) Apparently online the T-Shirt visual wasn’t that good so back of the shirt are location for FTL

All set for FLT!!! Well only half I would bring with me, since I am already too ambitious want to bring Rita & Jeramie plushie set with me 😅😅😅 (including the mascot)

#ohsama sentai kingohger #kingohger #jeramie brasieri #rita kaniska #flt #goodie #sorry I am just too details I like to see what change & just peek in places I shouldn’t oops 😅#rambling 😆#kingohger plushie

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lavenderbexlatte · 2 years

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day 16 - hate sex

nct 1.9k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Kim Doyoung NSFW

🖤 warnings: college au bc it’s my favorite, unabashed rudeness, arguing literally nonstop, mistaken identity, enemies to still enemies but they have sex, some mild d/s dynamics, one brutal handjob 🖤

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You had not meant for it to be him. Of all of them, of all twenty-odd of them, not him. Anyone else.

You'd wanted one specific one, the best one. You just didn't know his name at the time.

There are a lot of guys in their frat, and you know some of them. Taeyong, the sweetheart who sits behind you in Western Classics, reliably with a big pet store shopping bag full of something cute and unnecessary for his aquarium of fish. Yangyang, a freshman just out of pledging who works at the student cafe and always pours you a large even if you order a medium.

You don't know the pretty, pretty one who was sitting outside the frat house when you walked by the other day, the one with the shaggy black hair that nearly touches his shoulders, with the sculpted face and the piercings and the cropped t-shirt, sunning himself on the porch like a cat.

He's gorgeous, and you want him. You think you'll die if you can't have him.

Your first mistake, you think, was asking one of the other pledges you know if he could help you. Hendery is sweet, but he's new both to the school and to the frat, and when he'd suggested coming to a frat party so he could try and hook you up with your frat brother of choice, you'd agreed with some trepidation.

Attending a frat party is a small price to pay, you'd thought, if Hendery could get you access to that beautiful man with a belly button ring.

Hendery had met you in the foyer, brought you into the house. He left you against the wall in the open-plan living space with a view into the kitchen, as he approached a knot of his frat brothers (including That One) and spoke for a moment. All of the boys had looked over at you. And then Hendery returned, telling you to go have fun until he texted.

Perfect wingman.

When you got the text, nearly an hour later, you were sweaty, tipsy, and dusted in glitter from a sorority girl who'd insisted you dance with her. Head to the second bedroom on the second floor, the text read.

You followed the instructions dutifully, heart in your throat, and as you stood in the scrubbed-clean but cluttered room, you saw all the evidence you needed: that cropped t-shirt your mystery man was wearing the other day, hanging over the back of a garish red and black gaming chair.

The door opened. Someone slipped in.

Your second mistake was not stalking the guy online and getting his name. You'd only had a description for Hendery: height, build, hair color and style, general facial features. You'd assumed that even in a frat of a few dozen, it would be easy to tell. And hell, Hendery even talked to the guy, right in front of you.

Apparently, your luck does not run much farther than that.

And now here you are, in despair, staring at the guy Hendery set up with you. Your Sociology tablemate, your Speech & Debate partner from last semester, one of the most egotistical and insufferable people you've ever met.

Not the guy from the other day. Kim Doyoung.

"I thought Hendery was kidding," Doyoung says, wary, as he closes the door behind him.

You can't help the full-body reaction you have: pure bone-deep annoyance. "What are you doing here?"

"You asked me to be here."

"I absolutely did not."

His expression falters, not embarrassment but exasperation. "Yes, you did."

"I did not."

"You literally did, Hendery told me to come here and-"

"Not you!" you insist, looking skyward as if to ask why you're being punished like this.

"Then-"

"You think I would be asking for you when - when-" you falter, realizing you still don't know the guy's name.

Doyoung crosses his arms. "When?"

You grab the t-shirt, waving it at Doyoung. "Whose top is this?"

"Yuta," Doyoung says. "Me and Yuta share this room."

"Belly piercing? Super hot?"

"Yuta," he confirms.

"I wanted Yuta!" you explode. "Not...you."

"That's fucking rude," he says.

You shoot him a withering look. "I don't know why you even came. It's me."

"I was curious," he snipes back. "You were always such a holier-than-thou little pain in the ass in Debate, I wanted to see what changed. Obviously nothing."

"You wanna talk pain in the ass? You got me a C on the final project in Soc because you devil's advocated my partner to tears!" you jab.

Doyoung scoffs. "You're still mad that I'm smarter than you?"

"You're delusional."

"I'm delusional? You're trying to fuck my roommate, you're the delusional one!"

You pause. "Excuse me?"

"You and Yuta?" he smirks. "Come on."

"Let's see what kind of pussy you're pulling, then, jackass. Any dates, lately?"

"I've been busy-"

"I bet you ran up here like a kid on Christmas, thinking someone finally wanted to put up with your face and your personality for two and half minutes of mediocre sex."

"I'm not the one having pledges hunt down hookups for me," Doyoung snarls. "Don't trust that anyone would follow through if they had to actually talk to you first?"

That one hurts, a little, but you just look back at him evenly. "As much as I'd love to keep this going, if I'm not getting laid tonight, I'm going home."

"You still could."

Doyoung slaps a hand over his mouth as soon as the words leave it, and you can feel your face go slack in surprise.

"Excuse me?" you ask, again.

"I just mean-"

"Are you...into me?"

"No," he says, too quickly.

"You are," you say, dawning revelation and the slightest horror.

"I'm not. Why would I be?" he dismisses, but his face is animated with the utmost outrage, his tone too much.

You've been on the debate team with him for a few semesters now, and if there's one thing you've learned from that experience, it's his tells. He's lying. He's an awful liar.

"Oh, you're into me," you tease, "You were excited because it's me."

"Funny. Last time I checked, I fucking hated you."

"I hate you, too," you say, sweet as pie.

Suddenly, like he's been pushed, Doyoung sits down on the nearest of the two beds in this cramped little room, and crosses his legs pointedly. He could just be acting like a priss, but you suspect it's something else...

And as you watch, he has to ever so carefully adjust himself, playing it off like he's just pulling at the fabric of his jeans. And failing.

"You're getting off on this," you say dumbly. "You like that I hate you."

"That would be twisted," he replies, but it's a little strained.

You grin. "It would."

Well, this changes everything. You're not into him, objectively. He sucks. But if he's so determined to act like he's not attracted to you...now it's a game. And you win at games.

"I can just go home," you say, cavalier. "Hendery fucked up my chances for tonight, so I can just go home and-"

"Go, then. See if I care."

"I think you'll care."

"I don't care about you," he dismisses.

You take a step closer to him, and he leans back. "No. You hate me."

Despite himself, Doyoung relaxes as you walk nearer still, uncrossing his legs so that his struggle is apparent, plain as day.

"You hate me. Can't stand me. That's why you're hard right now," you say.

He adjusts himself again, probably realizing that any attempt at denying it is futile, now. He probably knows that you have all the fuel you need to make fun of him for the rest of his life.

Or maybe he's enjoying this, in the same creeping, uncertain way that you are.

"I thought you were going," he says.

You shrug. "I could stay, if you ask me to."

"Why would I?"

"I just think you would. Unless you're too scared."

You wander toward the door, fully intending to go if he doesn't say anything. You have no skin in the game, here; any embarrassment you might've felt at having your intentions misunderstood is completely overshadowed by Doyoung sitting there rock-hard in his skinny jeans.

Your hand is on the doorknob when he finally breaks.

"Don't go."

Rather than opening the door, you lock it.

"You have to tell me to stop, if you're actually not into it," you say.

He nods, just barely, eyes wide.

"If you really hate me," you add.

At that, the hard glint returns to his gaze, and you know that you've got him. That you're not just steamrollering him into anything.

"I do," Doyoung assures you.

"Would you hate it if I take off that horribly tacky shirt?" you ask.

He tugs at the collar of his navy button-up gently. "Fuck you, I like this."

"I don't."

He lets you unbutton the shirt and discard it, and he doesn't resist when you press him back onto the bed, his feet still firmly on the ground but his back meeting the mattress. You're undoing his belt, his jeans, when he fidgets under you.

"Aren't you gonna..." he gestures at your clothes, still firmly in place.

"Nah," you say. "You hate me so much, I would hate to make you look at-"

"Please?" His voice cracks over the syllables, and you marvel, since you haven't even done anything yet.

"No."

He's freed from his jeans and briefs in no time, and you waste no time setting a good pace on his desperately hard length, stroking him and simply leaning over his prone form. He jolts at the first contact, and then he melts.

"You hate me, so this should be all I give you," you muse. "Just let you use me to get off like this. Should be all you want, right?"

"If I - fuck - if I say I don't hate you, will you give me, shit, anything else? More?" Doyoung asks, through gritted teeth.

"This isn't good?"

"It is, but-"

"It'd be a shame to make you lie, like that," you say.

He's leaking precum, and you catch it as you circle the head to make the slide that much easier, slick rather than the hard friction of skin on skin, and he groans. His voice, despite all your disdain, is easy on the ears, and you twist your wrist to see if you can get that sound again. He doesn't disappoint, cracking through an octave.

"You're not gonna cum until you can thank me for giving you this much, even though you've been so rude to me," you tell him.

The amiable way he'd spoken in his hasty lust is gone, as he snaps, "Thank you? For what?"

"For being so nice, even though you hate me."

"You hate me, too."

"I do," you nod solemnly, "Imagine what you could be getting if I didn't."

Doyoung twitches in your grasp, and you have to hold down his narrow hips with your other hand, leaning on him more heavily to keep him in place.

"Might even let you fuck me, if you were nicer. Pity," you say.

"Shit - close, I'm-"

You let up, right on cue, slowing down your pace to something excruciating, and Doyoung's eyes that had been clamped shut against the onslaught fly open again.

"What-"

"You didn't thank me."

"I'm not fucking going to-"

"Then you don't cum."

Confident that he's backed down from his high, you start building him up again. He whines, honest-to-God whines out loud, in a higher pitch than you'd imagine he could reach. There's only so much edging that an egotistical brat like him can take before he cracks. He'll thank you before long.

"Shit," he moans.

"Any time, now."

"Fuckin' hate you."

#kinktober 2022 #kpop kinktober #kim doyoung fanfic #kim doyoung smut #nct doyoung fanfic #nct doyoung smut #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 smut #THIS IS THE LONGEST ONE OF THE WHOLE MONTH HDGFDHSGF

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i-know-you-wanna-kiss-me · 9 months

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hii 💕🩷

I don't know if I'm late for this, but could you do a Kate Moss style guide? ly 🩷💕

No, you're fine!!

Kate Moss style guide

A guide to British model Kate Moss's style

mid rise and sometimes boot cut, she wears them occasionally with belts and pairs them with t-shirts and tank tops

Jackets

She seems to like to switch between jackets and blazer style jackets a lot. Not afraid of bold or funky patterns and she pairs them with mostly skinny jeans, but occasionally dresses

Long sweaters and mini skirt combo

Pair a long, solid colour top with a plain mini skirt. Worn with either long boots or small heels

Fur Jackets

I know that they're like super extra, but I really want one and I think that you can dress them down for everyday wear.

She wears these with mostly with jeans and on a night out

Festival looks

Tumblr won't let me post more than a certain number of links, so I'll just list what she wears

Jean short shorts paired with belts

Tank tops

Waist coats

Leather jackets

Cool hats

Welly boots for the mud and rain and the fashion of them

Mini dresses

Messy hair

Mini skirts and knee high boots

Suede boots paired with short skirts lean into her hippie looks. Sometimes bright floral dresses and the boots should match the dress in colours and tones

Leather jacket

Adds to her party girl looks and really gives an edge to more basic outfits. Hers are mostly black and sometimes cropped

overall style notes

Plain t-shirt and tank tops

Knee high boots

Black skinny jeans

Mid rise bootcut light wash jeans

trainers

Leather jackets

Cropped denim jackets

Jean shorts

Thick belts

Her slip dresses are more for party looks and runways, she doesn't seem to wear them as much in her everyday life

I hope that you like it @d0llkisses 💗 I'm extremely exhausted right now so I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it, I might add more on later but I'm pretty happy for now. A remind that if you sent me an ask, I'm currently working on it and you're welcome to request one whenever 💗🩷💗🩷

#kate moss 90s #90s model #supermodel #kate moss #girlblogging #just girly things #feminine beauty #styleinspo #this is a girlblog #just girly posts #style guide #fashion blog #womens fashion

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cidthesquid · 3 months

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The Shop has re-opened! Style Savvy: Trendsetters #04

Hello again! it's been a while, I was sick for a while, and got a bit busy trying to manage IRL stuff. But now we're back! So here's my latest update! ---- Outfit of the Day: Gothic inspired! (best I can do with my limited inventory)

--- Style Savvy Journal - Trendsetters Entry 04 I just unlocked the network features!

It seems very cool, you can set up your own online shop, and buy/sell to other players! I'm playing on an emulator, but I hope to try this at least once on real hardware before 3ds online servers shutdown. I've also managed to make more progress in the main game, I've gotten the first "What shop should you open next" thing:

And decided to go with 'Raven Candle', My avatar (and myself) don't generally subscribe to the goth look personally. but I do love the look of the style, and I often incorporate elements of it into my own bold/rock looks. Also, wow these people ask for VERY SPECIFIC Things:

A customer came in looking for a feminine style fashion jacket, So I picked out a jacket in the feminine style, only to find out, it was from the wrong sub-category. I honestly did not know 'Fashion Jackets' were even a thing, but if nothing else, it got me to figure out how to use the 'subcategory' search feature. It just feels a little limiting, as sometime they'll ask for a t-shirt, but you'll find a different inner style that looks wayy better, but they'll still turn it down.

This game also seems to have a lot more "guess my style" requests, and I am TERRIBLE at these, in fashion forward, it was less of an issue, as only the main story characters would care about that, so I'd just memorize it. The one above is easy, but I've lost quite few customers due to bad guesses. (I really should have done 'take a look', but I'm generally fairly confident in my super wrong guesses! XD

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I don't want to be too negative on this game, I'm still having fun, and it did still proceed fashion forward, and it's interesting to already see some advantages to 'Trendsetters' over 'Fashion Forward'. For one, it's much easier to track progression, in FF new unlocks and story events felt random. But here there's a visual indicator to show how close you are to the next change.

Doing various actives, (making sales, drinking at cafe, restocking) nets you moon juice a resource that goes into the moon each night, once the moon is full, new events are normally unlocked. Also, unlike Fashion Forward this is no Real-time clock to worry about, so you don't have a wait a real world day for restocking. Instead in-game actions advance time. This game also has men's fashion (have not unlocked it yet) and also perfume as a customization option. (no idea what it does

---- Since you made it to the end, I just wanted to know, does anyone actually read the text in these posts? (even a simple comment 'yes' would let me know. I'm not sure if people are more here just for the photos, or actually are interested in reading a Style Savvy Journal.

#syn sophia #fashion game #fashion dreamer #style savvy #style boutique #3ds #new style boutique #trend setter #trendsetter

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shalom56 · 1 year

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mortallyburninglady · 25 days

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I found this amazing Mens Letter Print Crew Neck Casual Short Sleeve T-Shirts with US$14.39,and 14 days return or refund guarantee protect to us. --Newchic

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I want to be Your Koi Fish

Warning: +18 content, criminal underworld, intercourse, strong language - and so on

Fanfiction based on: "Baki" by Itagaki Keisuke

>4<

>>4<<

She must have had absolutely enough of her current job, because she agreed expressly, but pointed out that she wanted it to be unofficial until the day she finished school. He wasn't going to press her down to anything, and to use her skills only when necessary. Hanayama preferred to see her on private grounds, when they could talk quietly and enjoy their own company. He considered. He wasn't sure if it was love, but in an indefinable way he wanted her close. The closer the better. He was sitting on the inside terrace sipping green tea, deciding to call. At the last moment, he noticed Kizaki standing nearby. He studied him as usual. Faithful to his father, mother and him. Good advisor, great diplomat, right hand. He could always be a step ahead of his thoughts, which made him more than useful. It took a few rings her to answer. The first thing he heard was a terrible noise, a bit like she was in the zoo with a trip from primary school, and next to it the road was undergoing renovation.

- Very bad timing... - Hanabi finally spoke.

- Busy? - he asked naive.

- I'll show you. - she murmured.

He pulled the phone away from his ear and an image appeared on the screen. First a piece of her T-shirt, blue with navy blue dots, a dark, long ponytail that fell over her shoulder next to an amazing green eye, and then everything she had behind her back - a square kitchen table and children. Very energetic, screaming, running blindly, quite a large herd of CHILDREN. He didn't get a closer look, but he probably saw four girls and three boys. Though it might as well have been an entire platoon. The picture's gone.

- My three sisters and mother came to visit, so...they went shopping, and I stayed at home with my nephews. - she explained, then heard a loud crack and her groan. - DAD'S PORCELAIN! I'll call you back if I survived.

She hung up. He had completely forgotten that she had sisters, nor had he suspected that they were mothers. He didn't like this arrangement. Everything indicated that they treated her like a free babysitter.

- Something's wrong, boss? - Kizaki asked.

- If she don't call back for a few hours, someone died for sure.

>>><<<

The day was not easy. They dropped off a bunch of children early in the morning, without even asking if she had other plans. She had. She was going to take the day off and rest, while browsing the online stores for new clothes. She was left alone, her father, in spite of very incorrect contacts with her mother, became their chauffeur and most likely porter, which he did not seem to mind. She understood him... he missed the person he loved. She missed too, though she wasn't sure if she loved or just felt attached or even obligated to Kaoru. She spent the day cooking for a bunch of fussy eaters, playing something they did not want to play, reading books to children who "are already too old to read, they are turned on an audiobook" and similar, very developing and pleasant things for both sides. In the late afternoon they returned, loaded with bags, and she would have given her a hand cut off after visiting the hairdresser and beautician. No, she didn't miss it, she didn't like to make-up or so, but the argument, "you have children, you will understand," made little argument for leaving her alone with the seven each time, when there were always four of them. She hoped that at least she would read, since they had already arrived, but it turned out that their LOVED SERIES was broadcast on TV (two months ago she heard about the beloved one and the title sounded completely different), so since she is sitting with the children anyway ... She looked at her sisters. All three were lovely, but some so... identical? Despite their natural differences, they had a very similar style of dressing and brushing. A moderately smart chimpanzee would notice that they were siblings. The oldest, Ayame, stubbornly lightened her hair. So in the end she was quite tall, very fair blonde with green eyes. Shizuka was born natural red after her mother, with sapphire eyes after her father. Yui, the youngest of the three, naturally black-haired with blue eyes as the previous one. They were intelligent, had potential, but preferred to use their physical qualities to live... somehow. That's the only thing she could say about their tactics. She was surprised every time, but they said they'd rather pretend to be cute idiots than show off eloquence and wisdom ... unless it was necessary or profitable. Fortunately, the children were persuaded to take part in a drawing competition, and she kept mochi hidden in her wardrobe for the black hour. She had a moment of rest. She fell on the bed watching little things pour a sea of creativity onto the sheets of paper. She promised to call back ... He must have been waiting, because he answered very quickly.

- I warn you, I don't have so much time. Mother and sisters are "so terribly busy with the TV", and I'm still with kids. - she muttered conspiratorially. - Fortunately, they go to sleep soon.

- Get dressed, I'm gonna kidnap you. - Kaoru fired quite seriously.

- Are you deaf?! There's no option!

- There is, but it seems that you're afraid of to go against your mother. - he replied. - Do you prefer me to come for you?

She imagined it. The mother opens the door, and behind it stands a muscular guy who looks at least five years older, scarred by samurai swords, asking about her daughter. Even though they don't live together anymore, she would get a detention for the rest of her life and celibacy ... for one more day. Then mother would call the police and make up more scary stories, and her sisters would die of wanting to feel at least one of his big biceps, grateful in the most immoral way they could possibly enter their heads.

- Nope, I'm fine. I'll do it. - she replied firmly.

She tidied up the kids' room, made futons, and shaded the windows. Everything was ready. Tied her hair in two braids that fell over her shoulders, then pulled on black shorts and long socks, threw a loose beige t-shirt over her head, and zipped her black sneakers on the wedge. She threw the backpack on her shoulder to go down after a while. They were all sitting on the couch watching TV, sighing at the handsome man on the screen. Hanabi cleared her throat to get their attention. They didn't like the fact that she stopped looking at some Latin muscles.

- Room's ready, kids are drawing upstairs, you can do the rest. - she ruled on her way to the door. - I'm leaving.

- What? You were supposed to look after the children! - mother said indignantly.

- I just found out that my boyfriend has a free moment, which is rare. I'd love to use it. - she replied firmly.

She looked at the three sisters and felt like slapping her head. She just gave them water for the mill. BOY. A man in the life of the youngest. It's a wonderful topic for gossip and chat. Especially considering the mother's newest philosophy of life. She won't come out.

- Whaaaaaat? - Shizuka was surprised. - Boy? Boyfriend?!

- You didn't boast. - Yui growled.

- How is he? - Ayame asked. - Great?

- Well...a year older, tall... - she replied, wondering what else to say so as not to interest them too much. - ...intelligent eyeglass.

- A NERD?! - they snapped together with disgust.

She wondered what he would look like a skinny man with glasses thicker than the bottoms of a bottle, and decided she had no idea. Mother was getting ready to forbid her, she was ready to jump to the door when father appeared in the room.

- DID YOU HEARD THAT?! - the parent was indignant. - Do you know, what's our child is doing?!

- Yes, and I don't mind. Kaoru is a very nice guy, he certainly cares about our daughter. - he replied calmly, then turned to the youngest. - Go, or you'll be late. Have a nice evening.

She had the impression that he was even glad that the girl was hanging out with a mafia boss. Well, it's hard to be "even worse". There were few who posed a real threat to Hanayama. She was glad that at least her father was on her side. She left, despite her mother's protests. He had great timing, or had been waiting for a few moments, she just didn't notice. This time he was alone, on foot, without any bodyguards. So the conclusion was obvious: he had eluded Kizaki. Again in a white suit and purple elegant shirt. She wondered if he was wearing anything else, or if he was simply stuffing wardrobes more monotonous than James Bond by simply caring about the image of the yakuza boss. She didn't even want to check if the sisters were sticking their noses to the windows to see who she was disappearing with.

They walked along a fairly well-known road leading through the park to the next district. She wondered where they were going.

- The plan was a bit different, but I got a call on the way... so I'll show you one spot. - he said in a low voice. - I warn you, do not lean out.

- Dangerous terrain? - she asked, smiling.

- Yes. - he confirmed. - The company even more.

At one point, she noticed that they switched to routes that she did not even know. She looked around carefully to remember every detail. She recognized a few of the surrounding streets, and after reflection she realized that she knew more or less where she was. He led her to a place she had heard about in city legends and "bad boys" stories. Home to all martial arts and related subjects, the Underground Arena. Whoever wins, gains prestige and fame among all the greats associated with sports of this type. In the middle of the sand ring stood the tiny owner of the sanctuary, Mitsunari Tokugawa. Very famous and valued, not only in the environment. He came from an illustrious family that had for centuries treated the martial arts and all those who dealt with them with great respect. There were five men beside him. One of average height, the rest minimum 185 cm. She knew their faces, heard about the escape of the greatest criminals for whom the death penalty was not successful. As ordered, she did not lean out. But she listened with growing concern. It didn't look colorful, but as she knew Kaoru, he was glad. He sipped his bourbon listening to Tokugawa's words. Fight without rules, only to let the fugitives know what failure is. She suspected that the yakuza boss would not have to be told twice. Anyway, he clearly said it in front of them - regardless of the situation, whether he was sick or in bed with a woman, he would be waiting. She began to worry about him involuntarily.

She didn't know where the fugitives would go, wasn't particularly interested in it. She walked out next to him, and that was the most important thing. With them were those he probably met in the arena. The creator of the Shin Shin Kai karate school and style - Doppo Orochi, who reportedly killed a tiger with his bare hand. Jujitsu master Goki Shibukawa, who she has heard of training judo policemen. Eishu Retsu, called Kaioh, like all the highest masters of Chinese kenpo, a living legend of his people. And the youngest of all this twisted group - the strongest boy in the world, current arena champion, training MMA - Baki Hanma. She expected that the son of the famous Ogre Yujiro would be a little taller, and it might turn out that he was shorter than her ... although she was not sure. That unbearable feeling again. Someone was watching her. She didn't like it, but maybe it's better that she didn't get used to it. She finally saw him, he wasn't hiding. Walked out just in front of them. Hanabi sighed heavily, covering her face with her hand. She didn't know what he might want, but in his case it could be all, or it might just be nothing. Oh, he was bored, he got out of his hole and that's it. Slightly long hair, combed mostly to one side, three-day stubble, skinned face. Yeah, he was drinking again, so guess she figured out what he wanted. She stopped in mid-step.

- Something's wrong, young lady? - Shibukawa became interested.

- The past has just caught up with me ... - she muttered sluggishly.

- Long time no see, my daughter. - the stranger said hoarsely.

- Do you know each other? - Kaoru asked.

- Yes, young man.

She barely noticed when he started to attack. Smooth movements, very unpredictable. She remembered the style too well. She jumped half a meter from him, watching closely. Surprisingly quickly, he stood relatively straight. But she wasn't stupid enough to think it was over, or couldn't afford more. If he wanted to, she could play for a while.

- Until now I have raised twelve sons. Twelve guys big as mountains, masters of my school... - he explained in a drunken tone, swinging between them as he approached her. - And only one daughter, an inconspicuous little child with those twelve bulls. Right, Hanabi?

She didn't block the blow. He hit vital point between the eyes perfectly. She felt a piercing pain from the bone near her nose spreading all over her skull and then to several other places. He didn't want to kill her, hit her too lightly. The force, however, was so great that she rolled over on the hard, compacted ground. She felt her face numb, and her eyes were blocked by a black curtain.

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Hanayama saw her body fly backwards, and there was little he could do. His heart skipped in his throat as he saw her head dangling over her sitting body, a trickle of blood dripping from her nose. He glared at the newcomer. Guy was already dead. He was absolutely against violence against women.

- Easy, big man, wait your turn! - The man laughed mockingly. - The girl is not finished yet. She's stubborn, and for me, she'd get up from the grave.

He must have been mad. She was unconscious after all! He turned, seeing an apparently badly folded, repeatedly broken index finger stretched out toward her. She stood up very unsteadily, taking her steps slowly. Hanabi looked at her opponent as if she didn't actually see at all. He had seen that dull expression on other faces many times, but never in someone who was still able to move.

- My blood! - the man chuckled.

He lunged towards her with a series of attacks, and she... surprisingly lightly fought them off. It was as if she was playing with a baby or a little kitten, even though it did not look like a toy. Finally, when the stunned opponent moved away a bit, she grasped him skillfully by the head and delivered a solid punch with her knee straight into the jaw. He fell to the ground, spitting blood and teeth. She grabbed his clothes. Even though her unconscious face showed no emotion, she looked as if she wanted to kill him.

- Hanabi, leave him, it's not worth it. Hanayama finally spoke.

- She won't hear you, she's unconscious! - The man laughed paranoidly, looking into green eyes completely expressionless. - Come on, kill me! You can!

- Fuck off or treat me normally, Master Wu Song. - she croaked finally, spitting blood on him.

She threw it to the ground, then stood as if nothing had happened, dusted her clothes, and reached for the backpack that must have fallen from her hands as she flew stunned by the blow. She took the bandage out of it, covered her nose, and exhaled gently through it to let the rest of the slime drain. Sometimes he forgot completely that life was a threat to her.

- Would you like some ramen? I pay. - she threw in their direction. - I'm starving.

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The last thing she could expect was HIM. She didn't owe him anything, and she didn't really feel like "dropping in for tea." Besides, the last few months have been extremely busy, so she simply didn't have time to visit the school. He didn't have to take the fatal twelve with him - thank goodness! She liked them, but they were a pain in the ass, and she valued relative peace. Maybe that's why she liked Kaoru so much? Despite the position he occupied, the sport he chose and huge dimensions, he was a real oasis. She led them to the best (and the only) ramen restaurant she knew in the area. She reached her on the last drops of fuel, grateful for the bowl of pasta and toppings placed in front of her by the owner. They had known each other for a long time, he knew that when she came, she would stuff herself under the cork, so he usually added something extra. She waited for nothing, felt the saliva drip down to her waist.

- The appetite is good, almost like Baki! - Retsu laughed.

- It's subconscious fighting fault. - she explained, nibbling on an egg marinated in soy sauce. - This part of the mind is triggered mainly when we sleep. The brain is working at full capacity, but as the body is at rest, the balance becomes even and energy consumption is low. If we add exercise, the technique becomes terribly fuel-consuming.

- Uuu ... somebody's got body chemistry in their little finger! - whistled Doppo appreciatively.

- I'll find out who it was? - Hanayama muttered from beside her.

- Eh... the man who started teaching me Muay Thai eight years ago. - she muttered, looking at him with the air of a beaten dog. - I heard that he was supposed to be Kaioh, but he he lost interest.

- It doesn't work like that... - Retsu muttered.

- I'm inclined to believe that he does. It was enough for him to escape the temple. - she replied. - Recently, he probably doesn't feel like living, maybe that's why he threw so much. He is a capricious and complicated man.

She thought. Yes... extremely complicated. She remembered that day. She walked down the street completely shattered after her mother walked away with a bang, slamming her father in the face and the door for goodbye. As if something inside her snapped. Not that she was attached, but a full family, even if mostly on paper, gave her psychological comfort. She couldn't find a place for herself ... until she finally reached the end of a completely deserted street. She saw an old, battered signboard saying that somewhere in this building houses the school of boxing and Chinese kenpo. Interesting connection. Her legs carried her to the basement, where she actually found training boys, several years older than her. There was also someone who looked like a teacher. A tall, well-built man with a rough, weathered face. He gulped at her, saying that there was nothing to look for here and all she could say was "teach me." He threw her out the door, so she came back in, saying the same thing. This time he slapped, drawing the attention of the participants. He only growled at them that it was none of their business and, glaring at her in disgust, turned on his heel. She decided not to let go. She wrote to her father that she's busy and would be back when done. She shouldn't, but was pretty sure no policeman would be looking for her in a gutter like this. She knew he needed her, but she couldn't help but be selfish. The guy probably hoped girl would give it up. She did not. She slept on the doormat for a week. In the meantime, he insulted her, cursed her about the worst, called on whores, mediocrity, stupid jerks, spit on her every time. In the end, his conscience seemed to move him, because she woke up on a mattress in the training room. He agreed, but his expression suggested he was not very willing to do so. She was supposed to show up every evening and not complain, because if she insists so much, he will show her what she has worked for. The first training sessions were terrible. He was trying hard to prove that girl was too weak, fragile, unskillful, and inflexible. After two months she couldn't get up, luckily it was summer vacation, she didn't have to worry about dragging her body on shaking legs to school. Father openly admitted that he did not understand it, but as long as he is alive and still wants to, he will not object. She was going to smash head to the wall and probably succeeded. In the end, he decided to teach her something he hadn't shown to any other student. Muay Thai, enriched with several drunk boxing techniques. He laughed furiously that if he beat her face well, she didn't have to drink to be able to handle the technique. After all, he must have exaggerated. She woke up with a bleeding nose, on her back, and

#oc x canon #hanayama kaoru #baki the grappler #fanfic #fanfiction #baki hanayama #kaoru hanayama #yakuza #baki dou #baki headcanons #baki son of ogre #baki hanma #+18 content

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wonderwomanfantasy · 1 year

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Sero deserves the whole world as well as his own doll <3

Sero x reader

warnings: miscommunication used for comedy, that's about it

word count: 1,300 (about)

summary: a doll customizer and a hero who wants a doll, it's a match made in heaven!

Hanta knew he wasn’t exactly a popular hero. not that it mattered, he didn’t get into hero work to be famous, he did it to save people. It did sting sometimes when he got referred to as “the tape guy” instead of by his name but that was petty. Besides, it was nice that he didn’t have to hide his face to go out, he knew Bakugou had to hire a personal shopper because fans would swarm him if he went out in public. Sero couldn’t imagine letting someone else know how many Zebra cakes he ate in one week. Besides, that would mean he wouldn’t get to go shopping with you.

It was small, but Hanta always looked forward to spending that time with you. Sero never thought he’d be the kind of guy who cared what type of trash bags and paper towels his partner liked but here he was, Caring.

“What are you smiling at?” you asked, kissing Sero’s cheek, pulling him out of his own thoughts.

“You, pretty,” he answered automatically. Sero couldn’t help but smile when he saw you, you just made every room better, and he couldn’t help it.

“Sappy,” you snapped back and pushed the cart onward.

Even though you were grocery shopping you couldn’t escape heroism. Branded cereals, t-shirts, themed Nerf guns, and of course Action figures. Sero didn’t notice but you did, there was nothing for Cellophane. You knew that he had merch, whenever Hanta got some new prototype he always gave it to you before it was released to the larger public. But most of that was online, he hardly ever had stuff on shelves.

You pulled down an Action figure of Deku, Sero didn’t have anything like this. You carefully turned the package over in your hands trying to see the doll through layers of plastic. You’d had an interest in collecting and making dolls of your own for a few years now, it was interesting to see how these toys worked and pierced together.

“I thought I was your favorite hero,” Sero scoffed seeing how much attention you were paying to someone else’s merchandise. You put the doll back and stuck your tongue out at him.

“What gave you that idea?” you teased. Hanta didn’t have anything like that, you wondered if he’d like that, if not a mass-marketed toy then maybe something unique he could have. Your mind wandered to making the doll, it wouldn’t be hard to style a doll with his hair and makeup to look like him. It wouldn’t even be that hard to make modified elbows for him. But it would be a pain in the ass to make clothes. His suit was so detailed it would be difficult to scale it down to the size of a toy.

Difficult, but you were sure you could do it with a few rough drafts. The real trick would be keeping it from Hanta. Normally you would share your progress with him, but you wanted to keep this doll a surprise, and if it turned out to be a complete failure you could just scrap it without disappointing your boyfriend. You started on your secret project as soon as you got home, pulling out a doll that would make a good base before beginning.

Sero had never thought much about his own action figure, but Kaminari had started prototyping one for his brand and would not shut up about it. It also meant that Sero was the only one in his immediate friend group who didn’t have anything like that.

He remembered a few weeks ago when you’d lingered over the Deku Doll. he liked it when you wore something of his, and he knew you liked dolls, it might be nice to give you something like that. So he started asking his PR team, and he got shot down. He wasn’t high-ranking enough, making a toy would only be a loss to the company it would cost more than it would bring in. His heart sank a little bit when he heard that. He didn’t care if he was the number one hero, but it stung that his rank meant he couldn’t give you a stupid gift and that he wasn’t on the same level as friends.

Sero shook his head and tried to ignore the negative thoughts. A Doll of himself was a selfish gift anyways, he was just jealous the Deku doll caught your eye and jealous that Kaminari was more popular.

He could give you a better gift than that any day of the week. No one knew you as Sero did and he knew what you’d want more than anything; a relaxing night with your boyfriend.

“BABE” Sero called out as he entered your shared home, almost instantly your head popped out of your office,

“Hey, Hanta! One sec let me clean up a little bit,” you said disappearing again, Sero never minded when you worked while he was home, but Recently you’d been insisting that you wanted to spend time with him every second that he was there and you tired to have your workspace clean by the time he was home.

Sero loved spending time with you, of course, but it made him a little sad like he didn’t see you enough and it was making you desperate for any scrap of time with him,

While you were distracted Sero brought in his surprise, it wasn’t anything big just dinner from your favorite restaurant.

“Hanta!” you gasped, Sero turned and grinned at you

“Surprise baby,” he said then quickly caught you as you threw yourself at him, peppering his face with kisses.

“You’re too sweet to me,” you gushed. Hanta smiled, basking in your praise.

“It’s nothing, I just wanted to surprise you,” he laughed steering you both to the kitchen so that you could dig in.

After eating, Sero pulled you to the couch and into his lap holding you there. He rubbed slow circles against your hips and the tops of your thighs. You had your arms wrapped around his neck and nuzzled into his chest. Sero held you closer.

“I love you, hanta,’ you murmured.

“I love you more,” he assured you.

“Well I don’t know about that,” you teased pulling back so you could look at him, grinning mischievously. He knew that grin.

“What did you do?” he gasped no longer relaxed.

“What? You surprised me, Can’t I surprise you too?” you demanded laughing to yourself. You tried to climb off of his lap but Sero caught you and didn’t let you go.

“No, I’m not ready,” he laughed.

“It’s not bad!” you giggled.

“But I’m scared!” he protested. You managed to wriggle out of his arms and stumbled to your office, Sero followed you like a dog after his owner.

“Stay here while I get it,” you ordered.

“What’s ‘it’? How long have you been hiding this from me?” Hanta demanded. Nevertheless, he stayed obediently outside of the door.

“Now, it’s not perfect but I hope you like it anyways,” you said shyly with your hands behind your back. Sero dropped the teasing you’d put a lot of effort into this, and he knew he’d love it no matter what it was.

You handed him an action figure, at first he was confused, then he realized it was him.

“Oh my god, you made this?” he asked, admiring the detail.

“I ended up just painting the suit, it was too hard to sew I just-”

Sero cut you off with a kiss.

“I love it, baby,” he whispered, Sero knew he would treasure it forever, his own doll.

#sero x reader #Imagine sero hanta #my hero acedamia #mha fluff #sero x reader fluff #gn reader #boku no hero academia #sero x you

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Starting and Building Your Kawaii Wardrobe – Where to Shop, DIY's, and more!

Originally posted to www.onlyfunthings.org on January 04, 2019

Ciao lovelies! In the spirit of the New Year, I know some of you may have a New Year’s resolution to “Try new things” or “dress in cute fashion”, or something like it! Maybe your New Year’s Resolution is to try out dressing in kawaii inspired fashion! Maybe you already dress in kawaii fashion but are always looking to expand your wardrobe! Well, today’s post can help, because today we are talking about how to start and build a kawaii wardrobe! I’m going to be giving my shopping tips, links to plenty of DIYs, and more that can help you in your kawaii fashion journey! Let’s go!

Today I’ll be talking about general “Kawaii-Inspired” fashion, not one specific style of Kawaii fashion.

Finding Kawaii Inspired Clothing!

- If you’re on a budget, my recommendation is to shop in Thrift Stores! You can find really cute pastel sweaters at thrift stores, you can find really cute skirts and dresses, and sometimes even really nice handbags! I have found lots of items that work for a general “kawaii-alternative” fashion look in thrift stores! You really never know what you could find there. I’ve found dresses, skirts, sweaters, bags, and blouses all for really good prices, and all worked for kawaii fashion. You can even find cute home décor and sometimes even cute jewelry! Unsure where to start when it comes to thrifting or just want some tips? Check out our top 5 tips for Thrift Shopping!

- Another great place to look for “kawaii-inspired” clothing is Hot Topic or Forever 21! You can find cute overalls/overall dresses, t-shirts, skirts, skater dresses, knee and thigh high socks, and other cute clothing! The only problem with these stores is that they can be somewhat expensive.

- Another option for getting kawaii clothing is to make it yourself! Fabric stores like JoAnn even have patterns you can use if you don’t like drafting your own. And there are plenty of good clothing tutorials online, Yumi King’s channel has many if you search far back in her videos (a good way to do this is to order the videos from “Oldest First”).

- If making clothes from scratch isn’t your thing, you can always modify clothing to suit your needs! We actually have some clothing modification tutorials, and I will be trying to make more this summer. Our Clothing-Mod tutorials include: Adding Cat Ears to a Hoodie, Shoe Upgrade, DIY Cutsew from a T-shirt, and DIY T-shirt into Tank Top.

Finding Kawaii Inspired Accessories!

- You can always find kawaii looking accessories in certain shops, you just have to know where to look! Some good stores to look for kawaii accessories in are: Claires, Icing, and Hot Topic! My best advice is to always look through their clearance section! You can find really cute stuff on sale often there.

- Another place to find cute accessories is in the kid’s section of stores. This might seem weird at first, but kid’s necklaces can be altered into cute bracelets, and you can use charms and such from kid’s jewelry to make into earrings, rings, and brooches.

- Another great place to find cute accessories is Etsy! There are lots of stores on Etsy that sell cute handmade accessories! Same with Storenvy. The only downside to searching these places for cute handmade jewelry is the higher prices, but you are supporting small businesses, so I say it’s worth it!

- Lastly, you can also make your own kawaii jewelry! Kawaii charms and other jewelry findings can be bought rather cheaply in lots from Etsy or Aliexpress, and you can make yourself a whole collection of cute accessories! We also have some accessories DIY’s including: How to makeyour own Choker, Chokers level 2, How to make a bag from a dishtowel, … (To see all our DIY’s, check out our DIY tag!)

Starting and building a kawaii themed wardrobe isn’t hard and doesn’t have to cost a lot if you just know where to look and use a little ingenuity! Happy New Year, and I wish you the best of luck in all your kawaii clothing endeavors this year!

Thank you for reading, remember to love yourself, stay awesome, and I'll see you in our next post!

Remember to Stay Awesome and Love Yourself!

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Pairing: ceo!Baekhyun x Reader Genre: CEO AU Rating: G Summary: You don’t know the first thing about running a business, so you enlist the help of an investor to help you save it. Word Count: 1.3k I can explain Warnings: mentions a deceased parent

Inspired by this post. This is actually part of a larger work I’ve been sitting on titled Gossip Man. I’ve wanted to write something in the style of Kdramas (tropes and all). Depending on the reception, I’ll release it next year or so.

You fidgeted with your clothes, running your trembling hands down the front of your soft cotton t-shirt. Were you dressed too casually? Should you have picked out your job interview ensemble? The email hadn't given you any clue one way or another. You hoped it didn't matter — everything you had depended on this consultation. If it ended badly because you’d chosen denim slacks over the black pencil skirt, you’d seriously consider jumping from the nearest bridge. ‘Calm down, girl. Get it together.’ You inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly through your nose, summoning calm and control of your nerves.

You needed this consultation like you needed air. The old bookstore had meant the world to your mother, and you would do everything in your power to keep it open and operational. Okay, so maybe you didn't know jack shit about running a business. It was also possible that you used a little over half of your inheritance from your mother's life insurance policy to buy the bookstore from the lovely old couple who had put it up for sale. Just as it was more than likely that you would have to use the rest of your savings — all of it — to make the necessary repairs and update the place to be able to compete with other bookstores in the area that offered new modern services like online sales and ebooks. That's why this meeting was so life threatening. If the best investing company Seoul had to offer didn't see a way to save the store, all of your attempts to save it would have been in vain and would leave you in debt. Worst of all, you would lose the one thing your mother treasured and hoped that her grandchildren would be able to visit in the future. You wanted to keep the bookstore open as your way of honoring the woman who brought joy to so many others.

The front door opened smoothly, setting off a high chime of the wind catcher that hung near the door. This is it. You took another deep breath and turned around. A tall, slender man stood there with his hands in his pockets, eyes taking in his surroundings. He looked so out of place, all dressed up as if he were going to a cocktail party or some red carpet affair. He made the dusty, run down store look worse just by existing. As if he could hear your thoughts, his eyes fell on you expectantly, lips curved into a gentle smile. “Ms. Davids, I suppose?”

He extended his hand, but didn’t budge from his spot. Your jaw moved as you tried to find the voice to speak, to answer his question, but your brain had shorted out for a second. “Y-yes. That’s me. Call me _____, please.” You moved around the counter and took his hand, not too surprised by the strength in his grip. Of course, he’s strong. He probably can afford a gym trainer if his suit was anything to judge by. “I was under the impression the agency was sending over a woman, Mrs. Howard?”

Mr. Suit’s eyes were fixed on you now. “She was supposed to come, but I found myself with an open schedule this morning and decided to take the consult. She’s due to have her baby soon, so I thought she’d like to rest her feet.” He glanced at the store, then returned that piercing gaze to you. “Besides that, I’ve been keeping tabs on this shopping center.”

“Y-you have?” You swallowed hard and fought to stand your ground. It felt like he was crowding you, even though he was standing a bit more than an arm’s length away. His presence was so…overwhelming.

He nodded and took a step away from you, examining one of the bookshelves that stood near the register. “Of course. Real estate is one of my areas of expertise. The shopping center has always been a hot commodity since the university opened up. Personally, I’m impressed the owners of the various stores have been able to keep the corporate companies at bay.”

You fought to keep up your friendly smile. “We’re a family here. We help each other out. Selling out to those hounds wouldn’t help anybody.”

“True.” He mused, slipping a book off of a shelf and thumbing through its pages. “But then again, business has been down since the bidding war began, right? What happened to the couple who owned this store before you? The Choi’s?”

You looked down at the ground between you, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “Their health isn’t the best right now. With the cost of health care, they couldn’t afford to keep the store open. I bought it from them to keep it open and away from the bidding war.”

“I see. Smart decision, seeking help from an investment firm. My name is Byun Baekhyun, by the way.” He nodded his head towards you, stuffing his hands back into his pockets as he leisurely made his way through the store. You followed behind him, keeping your distance while wringing your hands with worry. He didn’t say much, occasionally asking questions about things he spotted, like holes in the ceiling, cracks in the wall. He even noticed things you hadn’t seen before or thought to look at. It was clear that an inspector would have to come out and thoroughly check the building out. By the time you’d reached the back of the store, the look on his face wasn’t promising. “Let’s sit down and talk about this, shall we?”

Baekhyun extended a hand to allow you to pass by him. As you did, his hand lightly touched the small of your back as he guided you back to the register and prompted you to sit down on the stool behind the counter. He stood in front of you on the other side, resting his elbows on the counter and clasping his hands together.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” You asked.

He exhaled hard and nodded. “Yeah, it is. I’ll be honest with you, _____. I don’t see how this place has been operational. There are a number of issues I can see, so there’s no telling how much more will be uncovered with a proper inspection.”

��I have money saved up. I’m willing to do whatever is necessary to save this place.” You leaned forward and looked him in the eye. “Please, this place means the world to me.”

He held your gaze for what seemed like forever until he stood up straight. “I’ll arrange for the inspector to come and assess the property. If the repairs needed are reasonable, I’ll have someone set up an appointment with you to get things going.” He looked around the store. “I can’t guarantee that things will go your way, though.”

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. “I understand.”

Baekhyun studied you a moment longer, then took a step forward and placed a hand on your shoulder. “This place has a lot of charm to it and it’s in a great location. Don’t lose hope just yet, okay?”

You looked into his eyes and were startled by the gentleness you found in them. You’d come across a slew of men in suits with kind smiles, offering to pay top dollar for the property if you and the other store owners agreed to sell. Baekhyun’s smile was the first genuine smile you’d seen in a while. You weren’t sure if you should trust him, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice. “Okay.”

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