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wonik1ss · 1 year

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my lil stalker — ha.i

pairing : idol!hanni x 6th Le sserafim member!reader

synopsis : Recently Eunchae has started to feel like someone’s always watching her when she’s with you. She’s constantly telling you but you don’t believe her. Until you find out who your ‘stalker’ really is.

song rec : FEARNOT (Between you, me and the lamppost)

“ I’m telling you Y/n someone’s watching us! “. Eunchae whispered to you in hybes cafe as you just laughed it of. “ No one’s watching us Eunchae your just paranoid since your pranked Kura and she hasn’t said anything about it since “.

The younger girl rolled her eyes as you just laughed at what you thought were her childish antics.

“ Now let’s go before Chaewon scolds us for coming to practice late! “. You said as you got up from your table and hooked your arms with the Maknae.

“ Ok don’t blame me if you get kidnapped! “. You laughed as Eunchae then went on about how she was going to prank Sakura again.

“ So pretty “

“ Eunchae stopping looking around you like a mad women! “. Chaewon said to Eunchae as she bonked her in the head with her water bottle.

“ I swear I feel eyes on me! “. You laughed as you members got of music banks stage into the hallways.

“ Ya our millions of fans ! “. Chaewon said as Eunchae rolled her eyes speeding up to get to your dressing room. “ YA HONG EUNCHAE GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE “. You and the rest of your members laughed as Chaewon chased after the Maknae.

“.. I kinda feel someone staring at us too..”. Kazuha said as she came to a hault. “ Zuha we’re not being watched! Eunchae just got into your head that’s all! “. Yunjin said as you all got into your dressing room.

“ Do you think she’s catching on? “

As you and Eunchae walked to your groups studio she started to look around again. “ Eunchae no one’s out to get you ! “. You said as you both came to a sudden hault.

*thump*

As you looked behind you to see what dropped Eunchae ran of. “ Eun- “.

“ Sorry Sorry “. You looked back at where the sound stemmed from to see a girl on the floor grabbing her bag. “ It’s ok ! We shouldn’t have randomly stopped “. The girl titled her head “ We? “.

You laughed as she smiled at you. “ I was with my groups Maknae she’s been scared someone’s watching her so that’s why she ran of “. The girl nodded as she began to speak again.

“ She.. She’s not wrong “. The girl said as you were about to find Manchae.

“ I’m Hanni- “. You listened in surprise as Hanni told you about how for the past few weeks she’s been watching you.

“ Rock Paper Scissers SHOOT “. Hanni and her group screamed.

“ Ha Hanni has to get our snacks! “. Hyein said as she laughed at Hanni who just pouted.

“ Ok here’s the money don’t waist it on anything else but our snacks! “. Minji said as Hanni took the money and ran of to find a vending machine.

“ shit “. You were one dollar short for some Oreos when Hanni ran over waiting behind you.

“ can she hurry up “. Hanni said underneath her breath as you turned to face her.

“ Sorry I’m short a dollar.. “. As you spoke Hanni stared at you in aw. You looked like a goddess, she thought for a second that Aphrodite must love you because there was no way you would be this beautiful if she didn’t. “ Here you can have one of mine “. Hanni said still in a trance by your looks. Your face lit up as you took the dollars and got your Oreos. “ Thanks ! “. You said as you walked back to your practice room.

Hanni still a little dazed got her snacks and ran back to her practice room. “ Hay were are my cheez it’s?! “. Hyein said as Hanni just thought of you. “ I have it to a pretty girl “. Hyein rolled her eyes.

“ Your such a simp “.

As Hanni and Haerin walked in the cafe she scanned it looking for her favorite food. Instead finding her eyes on you. “ Hanni were did you go? “. Haerin said as Hanni hide in the booth behind yours. “ Here! “. Hanni whispered as Haerin ran over to her.

“ What are you doing Hanni? “. Haerin said as she watched the older girl stare at you in aw. “ Looking at my future wife “. Haerin rolled her eyes joining the line to get food. While Hanni just looked and listened in on your conversation. “ Hanni they will be really creeped out if they notice you! “.

Hanni ignored Haerins warning instead commenting on your beauty.

“ So Pretty “.

Hanni watched your 1st comeback stage in aw, as Minji sat there with her on her phone. “ Hanni we need to go soon or we will be late to practice! “. Hanni ignored Minji’s warning instead going back stage to hopefully meet you.

“ I’m telling you someone’s stalking us ! “. Eunchae’s voice echoed in the halls of music bank, as Hanni heard her she immediately went to hide.

“ Ha even Eunchaes onto you “. Minji says as she walks over to Hanni as she gets dragged to her hiding spot behind a wall.

“ Minji it’s no funny! If Eunchaes weirded out by me she will be too! “. Hanni whined as Minji patted her back.

“ But she doesn’t know it’s you! Also anyone would be creeped out to find out someone’s stalking them “. Hanni nodded her head.

“ Do you think she’s catching on? “.

“ No but you’ll have to tell her soon..”. Minji responded as they both got up leaving music bank.

“ So Eunchae really was right “. You said as Hanni looked down. What were you going to think of her now?! If she was you she would have run away already.. so why were you saying.

“ I guess it’s fine though.. since your cute “. Hanni immediately looked up in surprise.

“ Stalking isn’t ok just because someone’s cute! “. You laughed.

“ I know but when Hyein and Eunchae hangout she boosts about you all the time so I know your no weird “. Hanni blushed as you talked about how Hyein said she was basically her aunt and one of her favorite members.

“ I should really get going.. “. Hanni said as she began to walk of before you grabbed your hand.

“ See you later my lil stalker “. Hanni cheeks flushed a bright crimson red before she ran of to her members.

“ Is the stalker gone “. Eunchae said as she peeked her head out from her hiding spot.

“ Wait until I tell Chaewon you would have left me alone with a stalker… “. You said as you walked out of hybes doors and into your groups van. As Eunchae followed you eyes wide beginning you not to tell your leader.

A stalker and a ditcher what a fun combo!

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eventuallyaugust · 1 year

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21. be careful what you wish for (written)

note: i'm writing this while listening to this (its a filo song & idk what the english song could measure up to the vibe that song gives me)

warning/s: too long chapter ahead, yunjin js too detailed when it comes to seol, and usage of unofficial uno rules; no beta

"are we really going to do this, unnie?"

"yes, and besides, it's about time to shut yunjin up. so why can't we grant her wish with seol?"

two people huddle together while talking in hushed whispers, one looking around for unsuspecting passersby.

"uh, hi? may i ask what you're planning to noona?"

the pair jumps startled and turns around to see a 5'11 foot guy with a knowing glint settling in his eyes. behind him are his two members who are looking at the pair with curiosity. "please tell me you're doing what i'm thinking you're doing. if you need help, my members and i can step in."

the pair looks at one another before looking back at the tall guy. "and what are you thinking exactly?"

he tilts his head, raising a brow at chaewon and sakura. "you're going to trap those two in noona's studio, right?"

sakura asks as she raises a brow back, "how are we even going to do that without getting it opened from the inside?"

yeonjun, taehyun, and beomgyu look at each other before they share a laugh, a mischievous smirk appearing over their lips. "just do one thing and leave the rest to us."

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"love is sour, love is sour grapes ~"

hyunseol nods, her right hand spinning a ballpoint pen with her eyes trained on the lyrics sheet and her blank expression makes the six girls nervous. "thank you, girls, but i noticed something." she then looks up from the paper, looking at yunjin. "why are you nervous, yunjin-ah?"

the tall girl blushes as she looks away, her fingers finding the hems of her shirt. "uhm, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to."

"may i ask what seems the problem? your voice really seems nervous earlier unlike what we had practiced last time, so we can address the problem." hyunseol leans against her seat and trains her eyes on the 5'8 foot girl who is still fiddling with the hem of her shirt. "yunjin-ssi?"

"i-i just want to be perfect for you, sunbaenim."

surprised, hyunseol's head jerks back with a blink. what? she said what?

the eyes of some le sserafim's members widen before turning their heads to their tallest member while chaewon and sakura keep their attention on the 5'11 foot idol, holding themselves from smirking by how taken aback hyunseol was at what had happened.

you're so stupid, yunjin! what did you say that?! 'i just want to be perfect for you', ugh! stupid stupid stupid!, yunjin mentally reprimands herself as she turns impossibly redder. hyunseol then gets flustered once what the american had said finally sinks in her mind.

"p-perfect? for me?" hyunseol repeats, sounding a bit in disbelief and clears her throat, shaking her head. "what do you mean by that, yunjin-ah?"

"w-what i mean is that, i'm nervous to mess up parts, sunbae. you're just so cool and i just don't want to mess up in front of you. it's too embarrassing."

you're such a simp, yunjin, chaewon thinks to herself as she shakes her head. good thing we'll be doing you a favor.

"please, don't call me sunbae. i would like to be called as seol unnie or unnie. not sunbae or sunbaenim because that honorifics make me feel old", the txt member addresses. "yunjin, we're on the same level. we're equal, so please don't think highly of me. i'm just seol from txt.

"and please, don't be afraid to mess up. that's why i'm here to help whenever you have any trouble. just because we're idols doesn't mean we lost our humanity. you're allowed to fail and try again and most importantly, you're allowed to have feelings, yunjin. don't let others make you think otherwise."

fuck you, hyunseol, yunjin thinks to herself as she tries to contain her raging heartbeats at bay, her ears joining the flustered fest. for raising my standards higher. fuck, god, why did you make her to be so so perfect? and my type too?

"o-okay, su— i mean, seol unnie. i'll remember your words."

the big hit idol nods and grabs her pen, smiling. "all right, let's try that again."

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do the plan, sakura noona!

the oldest le sserafim member eyes hyunseol's phone laying on the table and remembers what yeonjun told her earlier.

"you need to grab seol noona's phone, sakura noona. seol noona has two phones, okay? one is for personal use while the other is for business use. i heard from noona that she left her business phone charging in the practice room because she rarely uses it nowadays. so, you need to take the other phone, it's the one in the black phone case and believe me when i say she keeps her eyes on that phone. you need to create a distraction for her before you grab the device, or else, she'll catch you."

le sserafim just finished practicing for their vocal practice (yunjin asked the txt member if the group could have a vocal practice doing the final recording) and now, they're ready to head to the cafeteria. chaewon and sakura share a look before their eyes fall on the unguarded phone. it's now or never.

"unnie", the bighit idol looks up from the music sheet and meets chaewon's innocent eyes. normally, hyunseol would question the behavior of the '00 liner, but she has no energy to ask.

"yes, chaewon?" the said girl then moves to shield the phone from the 23-year-old idol's sharp eyes. "do you need something?"

while chaewon talks to hyunseol, sakura immediately makes her way to the phone and grabs the device, stuffing it inside her pocket. when she looks up, she meets the eyes of her members: kazuha, eunchae, and garam. yunjin, on the other hand, is too engrossed on gathering her things to notice sakura's odd behavior, her thoughts still about txt's oldest.

sakura raises a brow at the maknae line and the trio raises their brows back, their eyes focused on the phone as if they're asking their oldest member, what are you doing?

trust me, sakura mouths and walks away when chaewon gently tapped her back, a signal to get away from the txt oldest. the leader then taps yunjin's arm, catching the latter's attention. "come on, let's go. it's time to eat."

"it's okay, unnie. i'll catch up with you guys. i just need to talk to seol unnie."

hearing that, chaewon almost cheers and scream, but she holds herself back and softly smiles at the '01 liner. "okay, we'll wait for you in the cafeteria."

she then meets sakura's eyes and smirks before gathering her members, knowing very well she and the oldest succeeded. the five out of six members walk out and are surprised to see the people outside the studio.

on the other side, yeonjun and the rest of txt members stand patiently. chaewon makes sure to close the door behind her before sakura gives hyunseol's phone to yeonjun.

huening kai, confused on what's happening asks as he crosses his arms in front of him, raising a brow at the pair. "why do you guys have seol noona's phone?"

uh-oh, yeonjun thinks to himself as he starts sweating. i didn't think ahead, fuck. we forgot to tell huening kai. shit, we're doomed.

while yeonjun starts having a mental breakdown, beomgyu immediately jumps into action, leaning against the maknae's 6'0" figure. "please, just this one, hyuka. help us trap seol noona and yunjin in the studio."

sakura starts off as she tries to support the oldest of txt's maknae line, "uh, yes, you see, yunjin likes-"

"- seol noona? we know. she isn't exactly hiding her infatuation very well." huening kai cuts le sserafim oldest, looking unimpressed.

the le sserafim members look at txt's maknae in shock, blinking. "what-?"

chaewon immediately covers eunchae's mouth before the latter could scream and asks, "how do you know?"

"we've noticed from our last vlive", taehyun answers before continuing. "and if we noticed, i'm sure seol noona did too, even before we did."

"yeah, she isn't exactly dense like she usually shows", soobin voices out.

"so...", yeonjun trails off as he looks at '02 liner hesitantly, knowing the success of their plan will depend on the maknae's decision. "are you going to help us, hyuka?"

the txt maknae looks at the phone adorned in a black phone case, thinking over the options he has before smirking.

"give me the phone."

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"thank you again for the kind words from earlier, i guess i need to hear that. it's been a hard month for us."

the '99 liner smiles, as soft as the pillow and as warm as the rays of the first peak of sunrise. "you're welcome, i can tell that you guys start to feel the pressure. being in the industry is hard, i'll tell you that. you girls will be needing a friendly face amidst of the chaos. you're lucky because i'm willing to be in that role."

"i guess we girls lucked out when it comes to you."

"yeah, i guess so..." an awkward silence ensues as yunjin tries her best to save the conversation, but came up with nothing.

"i better go now, my members might be waiting for me."

"yeah... i hope you and your members eat well."

"you too." yunjin eyes the huge paper bag near the 23-year-old idol's work station and tears her eyes away from it. i really have no game against karina when it comes to seol. she's just confident, cool, and pretty and i'm just me. what do i even have that she doesn't? there's nothing, might as well give up.

"see you later, yunjin."

"see you later, unnie." the 5'8 foot idol bids a greeting and heads to the door. when she grabs the door and twists the handle, she blinks when she didn't hear a small click.

she takes a deep breath and decides to try again, calming herself down because if she didn't, she'll end up embarrassing herself more in front of her crush. let's not panic immediately, i must have just done something wrong.

"fuck", yunjin curses in english under her breath as the realization finally settles in. she's stuck inside with seol, the current subject of her infatuation. her hold on the door handle loosens until her arm comes back on her side. god, why now? why?!

hyunseol, on the other hand, turns her seat around when she still sensed the le sserafim member's presence in the room and tilts her head at the latter's back, the music sheet now thrown on the table with abandon.

"are you okay there, yunjin?"

"k-kinda? i-i don't know." hyunseol frowns at the reluctant response from the american before standing up from her swivel chair. when she approached the soon-to-be idol,

she notices the latter avoiding her eyes which is unlike what yunjin was earlier when they were practicing. flirty, attentive, and confident. her sudden change of behavior confuses the bighit idol even more.

what's gotten into her?, hyunseol thinks to herself and decides to grab the door handle and open it. just like when she welcomed le sserafim in her humble abode.

but except this time, it doesn't open. like she usually expects it will.

hyunseol blinks and tries again, but to no avail. surely the door is sealed shut, leaving her trapped inside with yunjin who is undoubtedly one of the pretty girls the txt member ever met in the industry.

oh fuck.

get yourself together, hyunseol. where's your phone?, her mind reproachfully speaks as she immediately springs into life and looks around the studio, her eyes desperately looking for her personal phone.

the very one sakura just stole minutes ago.

"wait, it can do that?"

"yeah, seol noona showed it to me some time ago. apparently, there are times she likes to be alone, so she often locks herself in her studio while she does songwriting. i remembered her saying that the door could lock someone in and out using her phone."

the five txt members and five le sserafim members take shelter in txt's practice room. on hyunseol's stolen phone shows a live footage of txt oldest member looking for something, but txt knows she's looking for her phone that was in huening kai's hands.

"aw, now i feel bad for unnie", chaewon voices out when she caught the distraught expression over hyunseol's face.

"me too, but it's already done, chaewon-ah."

"so that's why you asked something from seol unnie while sakura unnie stole seol unnie's phone", eunchae remarks as she looks at her leader and her fellow member in realization before she throws one piece of french fry inside her mouth, her eyes trained on the phone screen.

"yeah, that's why", chaewon comments before she takes another sip from her drink. "sakura unnie needs to grab the phone without getting seol unnie suspicious, so i stepped in."

le sserafim and txt have agreed on eating their lunch inside the latter's dance practice room to spy on their fellow members trapped in a studio. it sounds weird and creepy, but chaewon and sakura deemed it being the only way for yunjin to slowly adjust being around the txt member, knowing hyunseol having the nation's best friend persona only need several minutes to strike a conversation with yunjin.

hyunseol sighs as she sits back down on her swivel chair. she's certain now if she wasn't minutes ago. there's no way out of this room without her phone.

she then looks at yunjin who is starting to space out on the couch inside her studio before rummaging the paper bag her manager had dropped. she scowls when she saw two takeout containers inside and two sets of plastic utensils with two bottled colas on the plastic bag near it.

she mentally sighs in exasperation and rolls her eyes when she realized something. her phone is on the table earlier, but after chaewon asked her about something, it just disappeared.

is it magic? no, she strongly believes there is no way it just magically went missing before she got trapped with yunjin because she knows it's possible huening kai is an accomplice of chaewon and sakura with a few bribes being made. the maknae is the only one who knows about the studio door.

hyunseol then turns to the cctv camera she installed in her studio that overlooks the whole room and narrows her eyes while crossing her arms.

huening kai immediately drops his hold over the phone, his action catching everyone's attention. "uh-oh."

yeonjun asks, looking at the maknae, "what? what?"

the maknae meets the second oldest member's eyes and scowls, "we're doomed, noona finally realized what's happening."

hyunseol throws yunjin a glance and immediately returns her attention to the cctv camera when she saw the latter in the state of spacing out. with a disapproving shake of her head, the txt oldest member signs as she clenches her jaws, you shouldn't have done that, huening kai. chaewon and sakura, is this why you stole my phone for? to trap me and yunjin inside? you guys better sleep with an eye open tonight.

huening kai whines as he gives the phone to soobin. "you hold the phone, hyung. i cannot hold it while watching."

"what did she say?", sakura asks curiously, looking at the txt members.

"she's asking you and chaewon if trapping her and yunjin is the reason why you stole her phone, noona", yeonjun shares and gulps. "she also said that we better sleep with an open tonight."

"i don't know if i should be scared or not by how much she is glaring at us right now", chaewon mutters, her eyes trained on the idol.

"it's okay to be scared of seol noona, chaewon noona.", huening kai comments and frowns. "you're luckier than us, though. you guys don't share a dorm with her."

hyunseol then rolls her eyes and turns away from the camera, massaging her temple. getting annoyed isn't going to help. focus, seol. you're not the only one who's trapped inside. you're with yunjin, think about her. she must be starving.

"hey." the txt member's raspy voice brings yunjin out of her thoughts and they share a look for a moment before the korean smiles warmly at the american. "come on, let's eat. it'll take us centuries before we bust out of this room and believe me, there's no way we could leave the room if i don't have my phone with me."

the former opera singer tilts her head with a frown, her brows creased together. "but your phone was here moments ago."

yunjin noticed it, the device laying within the txt member's reach while she and her members have their vocal practice. it couldn't possibly just disappeared, right?

"i have a feeling on what had happened to my phone." yunjin looks at the bighit idol.

the '01 liner then stands up and helps hyunseol setting the big foldable table up. "what's happened?"

hyunseol carefully takes out the two bibimbap-filled containers with bulgogi meat draped on the side, drinks, and utensils before laying them on the table. "chaewon distracted me while sakura unnie grabbed my phone and used the chance to run away when you told your leader you'll catch up with your members in the cafeteria before trapping us inside."

the le sserafim member throws hyunseol a look. "eh? did they really steal your phone?"

"i believe so, because we wouldn't trapped right now." the txt immediately corrects herself, not wanting yunjin to misunderstand her statement. "n-not that i don't want to be with you, of course. j-just..."

"oh, hyunseol's stuttering."

"wait, what?" the txt and le sserafim members huddle together, their eyes glued on the phone screen. and there hyunseol is, stuttering and blushing like a madman.

"j-just that... it's too coincidental for us to get trapped here, right?" hyunseol succesfully plays it cool with a chuckle and a shake of her head. great quick thinking, seol.

"and besides, think about it, yunjin-ah. they wouldn't trap us here if they have no reason, right? there must be something they want to achieve for them to drag my members in this shenanigan."

there must be something they want to achieve..., yunjin lingers on the thought and her eyes widen when she remembered her tweets from the night before. fuck, chaewon unnie and sakura unnie must've seen my tweets about seol, and now i'm stuck with her. great, good job, yunjin.

"hey, you good?" the 5'8" foot idol blinks and meets hyunseol's eyes before they share a small smile and look away, blush adorning their cheeks.

"i swear to god, they're so gay for each other", sakura fake gags. "like you can see how they look shy around one another and it makes me puke."

"y-yeah, i'm good." yunjin clears her throat and looks away.

"all right, here's your utensils. let's eat, yunjin-ah." the txt member then drags her swivel chair closer to the table.

despite being awkward at first, the pair slowly adjusts in the silence and enjoy the food manager yongsun had dropped off before yunjin gasps and the bighit idol worriedly looks at the soon-to-be idol only to see the latter looking at the food in amazement.

"wow, this is so good." yunjin takes another bulgogi meat from her container and immediately sighs in delight. "where did you buy this food, unnie? it's so good."

"manager unnie bought it from a friend of mine. i'm glad you enjoyed it." hyunseol chews and adjusts herself on her seat, throwing yunjin a look and noticing something on the latter's face. "hey."

the former opera singer stops chewing and looks at the tall girl, her awaiting eyes trained on the bighit idol.

she looks like a puppy, hyunseol thinks to herself. she'd make a cute puppy.

the american's action makes the txt member giggle before the latter grabs a napkin laying discarded on the table and stands up from her chair.

"hang on, you have something on your...", hyunseol trails off as she leans closer to yunjin, her free hand holding the latter's chin in place. the soon-to-be idol's breath hitches at the close proximity of their faces, the gentle hold the tall girl has on her chin, and the concentration looming over the txt member's face.

yunjin isn't certain if she caught hyunseol's eyes darting back and forth from the mess on her jaw to her lips. on top of that, she notices the latter subconsciously licking her own lips while wiping the offending smudge on her face.

the pair then locks eyes for a moment, the humming coming from the a/c being the only sound in the room. the '99 liner's voice rings in yunjin's ear, noticing a hint of softness laced in them. "hey, you okay? you kinda... spaced out there."

"yeah... i'm good..." are the only words yunjin could say at the moment, her voice a bit slurred from the moment.

"okay, there you go. your face are all cleaned up." hyunseol subconsciously runs her thumb over the former opera singer's jaws and immediately lets go when she realized what she did, turning her face away with blush dusting her cheeks.

"uhm...", yunjin stutters with a flustered face when hyunseol finally moved away and sat back down before she looks away as her hands cover her face, immediately missing the warmth over her jaw. "t-thank you, you didn't have to. that was so embarrassing, i'm sorry you have to see me like that. i don't normally eat like that, i'm usually—"

"no, no, don't do that. it's okay, it wasn't embarrassing at all." the bighit idol giggles and waves her dismissively. "trust me, you're cute from where i'm seeing you, yunjin. there's no need to be embarrassed and besides, you're a pretty girl, yunjin. i hope you can see that."

"ahhh, seol noona!!!" the txt members loudly squeal and runs around their practice room with huening kai being the loudest while the le sserafim members sit on the couch, stunned.

"t-they are flirting, right?"

huening kai's loud voice fills the room. "yes! seol noona is flirting with yunjin noona! we told you, they only a nudge to start talking."

yeonjun and beomgyu then throw each other a look and share a knowing smirk.

"t-thank you, you're kinda pretty yourself too", yunjin mutters before immediately stuffing her mouth with food, hoping the food will ease her flustered mess.

hyunseol chuckles as she opens her drink and takes a sip. "thanks, i'm glad you found me attractive."

the le sserafim's opera singer lets out a yelp as her face turns redder than any existing red color in the world, hell even redder than the nose of rudolph the red nose reindeer.

the txt member chuckles, her eyes looking at the 5'8" foot girl. "okay, okay. i'll stop now. let's continue eating in peace."

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"no fucking way."

chaewon and sakura have their hands over the ears of their minor members, garam and eunchae who looked at the two oldest members innocently while txt chuckles at their oldest's reaction.

hyunseol whines as she takes another two cards from the deck, her five cards in her hands becoming seven while yunjin smirks triumphantly, holding up four cards.

the pair just finished cleaning up the mess they made with their trash stacked on one corner, waiting to be fetched. now, they're playing uno with the uno cards the bighit idol always carry with her once they decided that their members won't be coming to free them sooner or later.

and now, from where yunjin is looking, hyunseol is losing at the game.

"fuck, how come you're so good at this?!", the txt oldest groans as she sighs before taking another two cards from the deck.

the txt members look at one another at their oldest member's questionable choice of words with mischievous smirks before bursting out in a laughter while sakura and chaewon facepalm with a shake of their heads, leaving le sserafim's maknae line looking at the phone screen confused.

"i'm a pro at this, unnie. my little sister could tell you that." yunjin then puts down two of her cards which is both 8 from red color before holding up her two cards. "i'm closer and closer to winning, unnie. you better catch up."

"oh, i'm gonna catch up all right." hyunseol grumbles as she places two cards down, still on the losing side.

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"they're so gay for each other", chaewon comments as she watches hyunseol and yunjin entertain themselves with uno cards.

"what's the meaning of this?"

both members of txt and le sserafim tense up at bang si-hyuk's terror-filled voice before slowly turning around to see the producer himself with their managers, moonbyul and yongsun standing beside him guiltily. the producer looks at the two groups with raised brows and arms crossed.

"i'm sorry, guys. he asked me where hyunseol is and i tried to lie to him, but he doesn't believe me", yongsun apologizes as she meets the eyes of the txt members.

"that's okay, noona. at least you tried."

"where is hyunseol, huening kai?" si-hyuk knows that the txt maknae is aware of the door mechanics of hyunseol's studio and seeing the phone of the txt's oldest in huening kai's hold, he has a hunch on what's happening.

he also notices that yunjin is nowhere to be seen with her members and realizes what the two group did, narrowing his eyes at the phone. "did you two try to play matchmaker on them?"

"yes, pd-nim. we're sorry."

si-hyuk sighs and massages his temples. "it's okay, but you guys need to apologize to those two, not me. i'm not the one who was trapped in there. come on, let's fetch them."

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"ha, i win! take that, yunjin. i told you from the start, i'll win."

"aww, i lost. that's too bad."

truthfully, yunjin was supposed to win, but seeing the determination burning in hyunseol's eyes make yunjin change her mind and let the tall idol win.

normally, her competitive side always aim to win every game, but her infatuation on hyunseol won over her competitiveness. with the txt member, she doesn't mind losing—no, scratch that, she will never mind losing. as long as she gets to see that wide smile appear on hyunseol's face, losing to her in will always be worth it.

although she and hyunseol only spent almost an hour inside the studio, it gave yunjin an idea as to why people adored and befriended the txt member. the perfect person to be with, why?

hyunseol is open-minded to several topics whether it may be controversial or not. she isn't quick to turn down other people's opinions, but instead, she listens attentively because she said that people's thoughts are what makes people people, giving a glimpse of what kind of person they are.

the txt member is also kind and understanding because like what happened earlier, she addressed the opera singer's thoughts about herself of not being good enough or the fear of messing up. she understood yunjin's fears and made it like it was okay to be in that state because at the end of the day, they are humans first, idols second. idols have to look out for each other in the cruel innerworkings of the industry they work in. it's natural to think like that, but they shouldn't think like that all the time.

the bighit idol is funny too because surprisingly, she has a sense of humor that align with yunjin's and share laughter at the jokes they throw each other as if they share one braincell. as if they made the inside joke together.

and at last, she is a people person. she was warm as the first peak of sunrise, easy to make friends, and an excellent listener because hyunseol makes sure to stop whatever she is doing to listen and lend her ears to the person talking. like the idol did when yunjin shared a few tidbits of her life.

if those qualities didn't make yunjin fall for hyunseol before, it surely did now. not only the 5'11" foot idol is her type, but she also became the opera singer's standard.

like people said, why settle for less when you know you deserve more, right?

"that was a good game." yunjin giggles at the bighit idol's words before she helps the latter gather the discarded cards on the couch. "although i was so sure you would win minutes ago, yunjin."

"i didn't think it through, unnie. i thought i could do a miracle in the game, but i suppose you immediately noticed my bluff and won."

"probably—" the door of the studio opens and the pair immediately gets on their feet when they saw bang si-hyuk standing on the other side.

"pd-nim", hyunseol politely regards the producer with a greeting before she sees her members and the rest of le sserafim standing behind him. she then returns her gaze on the producer. "uhm, good afternoon?"

"i was informed that you guys have been trapped in here." si-hyuk motions yongsun beside him before looking back at the idols. "we've come to fetch you. i hope you guys are okay while being trapped inside."

hyunseol and yunjin share a look while si-hyuk notices the way the pair immediately look at each other. the two idols then look back at the producer with smiles plastered over their faces. "no, pd-nim. we are okay. manager unnie managed to drop off some food in the studio before we got trapped, so..."

"we ate well and played some cards to pass time. it was good, despite getting trapped against our will", yunjin adds to hyunseol's statement, smiling at the thought of the interactions she shared with the txt member.

"okay, that's good to hear. also, hyunseol." si-hyuk nods and looks at hyunseol who flinches at the producer's gaze.

"y-yes?"

"come, i need to talk to you about something in my office." the six members of txt look at one another before the oldest looks back at the producer.

"solo schedule?"

"no, it's code oh." the five txt members look at hyunseol with wide eyes.

"c-code oh?"

"yes, now, come on."

"but the trash, pd-nim." the 5'11" foot idol motions to the neatly stacked paper bag in the room and si-hyuk looks at the five members of txt, the latter immediately realizing what the producer will say.

"your members will take care of it as their punishment of trapping you and ms. huh here. right boys?"

"yes! we'll do it!"

"it's okay, noona. we'll take care of it", huening kai states as he gently drags the oldest out of the room. "bang pd-nim needs to talk to you."

"okay, okay. i'll go." hyunseol then looks at yunjin and smiles with a slight bow. "i'll see you around, yunjin-ssi."

she then looks at the rest of le sserafim with a smile. "good luck on your debut, okay?"

"see you around, seol unnie." chaewon waves with the rest of her members.

si-hyuk then leads the txt's oldest member away from the group and yunjin's eyes follows hyunseol before the pair disappears around the corner.

"you girls really are evil." yunjin finally speaks up as she meets her fellow unnie line members before a smile breaks out on her face. "i can't believe you guys did that."

"so, yunjin noona." the former opera singer the turns her head to meet the eyes of txt's maknae. "what do you think about seol noona?"

"well..."

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summary: txt's oldest member, oh hyunseol just want a peaceful life after pandemic with her members, but it seems like fate wants to shake things up.

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||Light 'em Up|| Chapter Three

Summary: She saved Hiro from bullies and then punched Tadashi when she thought he was one too. She calls herself Hiro’s caretaker, and became Tadashi’s best friend. Now she attends the same Institute as Tadashi as a robotics student. She’s Sakura dubbed Cherry Blossom by Fred. She’s Hiro’s partner in crime, when it comes to annoying his brother and Tadashi’s best friend. Pairing: Tadashi Hamada x Sakura Kamiya(OC) Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Adventure Previously - Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two

He should've known this day was too good to be true.

James Brown had woken up that morning knowing it was going to be a good day. The sun was shining and the air didn't have the cutting edge that the October wind usually had. His favorite person in the whole world was cuddled like the little angel she was on the pull out bed in the Living Room and there was left-over pizza for breakfast too. His day at work had gone great as well. After sending his little angel to school he had walked to his workplace where his morning class was standing, the whole studio decorated with streamers and balloons, celebrating the small victory he had gotten a few days ago in a dance competition.

Then in the afternoon, around three, when his first class had left and his next one arrived, he had received five more applications from enthusiastic parents, who were keen on letting their children learn how to dance.

Then his Real Estate Agent arrived telling him that she had been able to get the vacant studio he had his eye on and he had almost had to refrain himself from jumping right then and there. Although that caution was tossed out of the window as soon as his little angel, who took his evening classes, came over and asked what was happening. He had tossed her in the air, shouting the good news at the top of his voice. His little angel had laughed with him, hugging him back, just as happy as he was at the news. She knew how long her Godfather had wanted that Studio and now he was getting it. He was so happy that he had taught his students a few of the complicated Break Dance Moves that he only taught to the more Advanced students.

Elated and with a smile still on his face he had said goodbye to all his pupils, including his little angel who had said she was going to go get something as a surprise for him. He had been locking up his Studio when a letter arrived for him. As soon as he heard the phrase

"There is a letter for you."

He had stopped short with what he had been doing. He never got any letters. No one sent letters anymore. They preferred using their cell-phones or e-mails. Never letters. Thanking the elderly postman, he stood near his desk, his blonde hair falling over his grey eyes, fingers gripping the letter which had the return address of the one place he knew very well. Turning over the envelope, the twenty-four year old had taken a deep breath before opening it and unfolding the piece of paper inside.

His eyes scanned over the first line of the letter and instantly he felt his world come crashing down around him.

He had stood there motionless for a second before he slid down on the ground, his legs trembling, his hand gripping the letter tightly to him as his eyes filled with tears. Wiping at them angrily he held the letter up, reading the line again, a painful clench surrounding his heart. With every word he read it felt as if a hand was clamping around his heart.

Making it harder for him to breath.

Tears were slipping down his cheeks as he finished the letter. Memories swam in front of his eyes, as he tried to regain his composure. Voices and laughter rang in his ears as his mind thought of the more happier times. The air around him felt heavy and suddenly he felt like the spacious studio was closing in on him.

Scrambling to his feet and grabbing his jacket the man had rushed out of the Studio, not even stopping to say goodbye to the night guard. He ran and ran until he stood in front of the one place that had once brought him happiness. The same Studio he had just had the luck to get. It was situated in a more busy part of the city. The people around him rushed to their tasks, not even sparing a second glance at the young man standing in front of the abandoned Studio. James had looked at the building for almost an hour before he had been snapped out of his own misery by the thought of someone. His little angel! Images of a sweet little black haired eleven year old, with the eyes of an angel, began to play through his mind. He almost collapsed right then and there from the grief that coursed throughout his body.

How could he forget her?!

How was he ever going to break the news to her? She didn't deserve this.

She was just a child!

No child deserved this.

The thoughts still plaguing his mind he started walking past the building, aimlessly, until he halted in front of a rather busy building. Looking up he glanced at the logo. Lucky Cat Cafe. Maybe a cup of coffee, really strong coffee, would help him. He had to pull himself together. Not only for his own sane state of mind but for his little angel as well. He would've turned to something more...stronger but he was never going down that road again. He had almost lost his life because of it but then someone had made him realize that he was stronger, more braver and he had quit. And anyway this time, the thought of his little angel helped him a lot.

Now he sat in the little booth in the farthest corner of the cafe, nursing a now cold cup of coffee as he stared off listlessly into space. After a few sips in the beginning he had abandoned his coffee, when it had done nothing for him, beside make his brain go into overdrive, thinking over every last little thing, picturing all kinds of worst case scenarios. He dropped his head in his hands, his fingers gripping his hair as he pursed his lower lip to stop himself from crying out in frustration.

What if he failed?

What if he lost her?

He would never be able to live with himself if that ever happened.

He would rath-

"Are you alright?"

The voice seemed to make everything stop for him.

His thoughts stopped.

His breathing stopped.

Even the world stopped.

And later he would wander if his heart hadn't stopped as well and then started again.

He looked up to see a pair of soft brown eyes looking at him with concern. He opened his mouth to say he was alright. He opened his mouth to lie and say that everything was fine when it was not. He opened his mouth to tell the kind woman to go.

Instead he heard himself saying.

"How do you tell an eleven year old girl that her parents are dead?"

The woman stared at him, with an incredulous and surprised expression on her face, while he quickly averted his grey eyes from hers, suddenly finding it too hard to look at them. He cleared his throat, quickly standing up and reaching inside his jacket pocket to take out the money he owed for the coffee put it on the table and go. But he suddenly stopped when the same voice came again.

"Gently!"

His eyes snapped up to look at the woman. She was smiling sadly at him, but it was the look in her eyes that stopped him. It was the same look he had seen in his eyes when he stood in front of the window of the Studio. This woman had suffered just as he had. Maybe she was in the same situation as him. Maybe she was going through the situation at the moment. His racing thoughts were suddenly cut off when he seemed to catch onto the fact that the woman had said something.

"Sorry?"

The woman's small smile never wavered as she looked up at him from her rather short stature. (She barely came up to his chin)

"You break it to her as gently and as kindly as you can." The woman paused for a second than continued. "And you tell her that you will be there for her no matter what." Her voice had a break in it but even then she spoke the words with as much of a brave face as she could.

There was silence as both the adults just looked at each other. There was a connection that seemed to pull them together. It was that same feeling that somehow pushed people together because that time was the one time a person would need someone else who had suffered just as much as they had. Someone who would understand their pain and what they were going through.

He had lost his best friends. If he were to go with the look in her eyes he could assume that she had lost someone close to her as well.

He opened his mouth to say something but the tinkling of a small bell made him look up and the woman to turn away from him. Seeing the three people walking in had him frown in confusion. His eyes widened seeing the state the three children were in. But it was the state of one of them that had him call out:

"Sakura?"

In front of him the woman called out, the same time he did.

"Tadashi? Hiro?"

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The little apartment on top of the cafe could be defined in a single word. Cozy. Okay maybe even snug. The stairs lead to the living area of the apartment which had a joint kitchen attached to it. While Cass, as James had gathered from the younger boys calling her Aunt Cass, had taken the black haired girl, shivering and wet to change her clothes James had taken over the duty of looking over at the two boys, Tadashi and Hiro, to see how injured they were.

After glancing at Tadashi's jaw and telling him to just put some ice on it, he had turned to Hiro. Setting the younger boy, on top of the kitchen counter, James frowned, his lips pursed un concentration as he examined the little boy's arm and torso. After awhile he nodded once and stepped back to look at the anxious older brother, looking at him. He smiled.

"Don't worry! Its just a few bruises. Nothings broken." He said, his voice reassuring. He watched as the older boy's shoulders sagged with relief. He must've been really worried about him. A pang hit his heart when he thought of another person who had acted just like that with him, just a few years ago. Shaking his head mentally to clear it he brought his train of thoughts back just in time to hear the boy reply.

"Thank you!" Tadashi smiled at him. James grinned back.

"Don't mention it kid." He said, before turning back to the younger boy sitting in front of him.

"Now Hiro, I know that I'm not your guardian or anything, heck I don't even know you, but that was a very brave thing to do. But be a bit careful next time ok?"

The young boy looked up at him, from underneath his hair, his head low. James could tell that the little boy was wary around him and he could relate. As grown up as he was, he himself wasn't very comfortable with strangers.

"Please try not to get hurt next time, sweetie!"

All three heads turned to look at the woman entering the small living room. As soon as she had seen both her boys, and the state they were in, she had started to fuss over them like a mother hen. Brushing their hair back, smothering their faces with kisses, hugging them tightly, gasping at the bruises Hiro supported and muttering something about not being a good and responsible guardian and slacking off from her duties, before she had taken a deep breath, calming herself, then told both the boys to get upstairs.

Her attention had then snapped towards the black haired girl, standing next to her nephews, dripping wet in her clothes, teeth chattering slightly. The brown haired woman had said something about dry clothes and simply pointed towards the staircase.

Sakura's eyes had snapped towards the man standing behind her and the older woman had told James to follow her upstairs as well. She had immediately told Hiro to take off his shirt, so she could check his bruises while leading Sakura away to the bathroom. James had volunteered to check up on the boys and the brown haired woman smiled had him, her soft brown eyes shining with relief. Now Cass Hamada smiled again before coming to stand next to her nephew and brushing his untidy hair back from his face. The young boy nodded once.

"Ok, Aunt Cass!"

The woman smiled once, pressing a small kiss to his head before turning to look at her older nephew. Her smile turned into a grin.

"So, Tadashi, Sakura punched you because she thought you were a bully too?"

James was proud of Sakura. He knew it was wrong, the boy had gotten hurt for nothing, but he was proud of the fact that Sakura could throw a punch like that. Meanwhile a sheepish nod from Tadashi was the only response the female Hamada got. James grinned while the woman laughed lightly under her breath.

"Well that takes the classic 'Pulling the pigtails thing' to a whole new level." James said chuckling lightly under his breath. Cass turned to look at him, a chastising look on her face, although she was still smiling. Behind her the door to, what he could only assume was her room, opened and all heads turned to look at the girl stepping out of it, dressed in a jean and hoodie that was slightly too big on her. Her hair was freshly dried, out of her pony tail, but her hat was on top of her head. Glancing up to see everyone looking at her, the girl smiled sheepishly. James raised an eyebrow, as he stepped forward, his arms folded across his chest.

"So you fell in the pond, huh?"

A nod.

James sighed tiredly. "How did that even happen?"

A shrug.

"Did you trip over your own feet again?"

A rather slow and hesitant shrug before it was cut off by Tadashi speaking up, as he came to stand next to Hiro., who was sitting on the counter, waving his legs back and forth in the air.

"She tripped over her own feet!"

Sakura turned to glare at the boy, while he just looked at her, with a shrug and a small smile of his own. Aunt Cass sighed before picking up the black bag and handing it to the girl.

"You should probably be more careful next time, sweetie."

Sakura moved to nod at the woman, but a sneeze cut her off. Cass frowned.

"You should probably go home and have something to warm you up." She advised, helping her put on her bag and then straightening it for her. The girl nodded again.

"I will! Thank you, Miss Hamada!" She said before walking over to Hiro and grinning at him.

"Try and be more careful next time squirt!" She said reaching up to ruffle his hair playfully, making the boy giggle, as he tried swatting her hands away from him. Turning to his older brother, Sakura's expression turned to one of guilt, as her fingers started to fiddle with the strap of the bag on her shoulder.

"Sorry about that!" She apologized, nodding towards his jaw. Tadashi gave a small smile, as he shook his head.

"Its alright. It was an accident." He paused for a second to clear his throat before giving the girl a small smile.

"Thank you for helping Hiro."

Sakura's face split into a joyous grin at the words.

"No problem."

James smiled at the little scene before calling out.

"Come on, Sakura. Lets go!" The girl ran over to his side, instantly gripping his much larger hand in her smaller one. Turning to look at the boy's aunt she smiled, shyly.

"Thank you for the clothes Miss Hamada. I'll return them as soon as I can." She promised. The brown haired woman, gave a small wave.

"Its alright honey! Take all the time you need. Oh wait!"

The woman quickly walked forward, into the small kitchen to pick up a small brown paper bag and handing it to Sakura.

"Now don't say no." She chastised as soon as she saw the older man open his mouth to say something. "This is just a little something as a thank you for helping Hiro!" She smiled, before leaning forward to plant a small kiss on the girls forehead. Her cheeks slightly red, the girl shyly accepted the bag as James smiled at the woman.

"Thank you!" Sakura said, her voice soft and low as she ducked behind James. He smiled down at the suddenly shy girl, she always got like that when it came to adults. He looked up to see the brown haired woman look at him. He was a bit taken aback when his grey eyes met with sad yet understanding brown eyes. Her eyes flickered towards the girl next to him and her lips pulled in a soft yet sad smile.

Suddenly as if it were coming back to him, his heart made a painful clench at the thought of the letter, stuffed safely inside his jacket pocket. But now, somehow, he had the courage to tell his Angel. Feeling Sakura tug at his hand, leading him down the stairs of the small apartment on top of the cafe he quickly mouthed a thank you.

As she watched him be pulled away with surprisingly a lot of force from a girl so little, Cass Hamada could do nothing except wish him luck.

Five minutes out of the cafe, found James carrying Sakura on his shoulders, not because she was tired but because she wanted to. As James walked down the street his heart clenched again, as he listened to his Angel chatter happily, telling him all the minor details of her little adventure. He could feel the smile on her face as she spoke.

He just hoped the news wouldn't take it away…

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Mockingbird

Pairing: Shinichiro Sano x F!Reader

Genre: Crack, fluff, lil angst

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: Canon divergent, OOC, profanity, tattooing

You were born rotten, but he had a chance.

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“Y/n, this young man came to find you.” The receptionist appeared at the door of your room, grinning, his hand resting on Kazutora’s shoulder.

You nodded, not even looking up from your sketch, adding a final few touches to the design for your next client.

It was a large back piece, one that will take weeks to complete, depicting a rather intricate dragon in a traditional Japanese style, surrounded by sakura broom and spider lilies, and it was a design you were immensely proud of.

What a shame this beauty will have to end up on Imaushi.

Finally looking up, your eyes hardened as you saw Kazutora’s new haircut.

“So? Whatcha think?” He was grinning ear to ear, looking at you much like an over-excited puppy.

You took a deep, long sigh.

“Tora, how offended would you be if I started laughing?”

His face fell into a frown.

“Very.”

Nodding, you allowed only a smile to crack through, beckoning him to sit down so you could show him the designs.

“I won’t laugh then. Here are some of the designs of the tiger tattoo you asked for.”

“Y/n, these are so cool!” Amazed, Kazutora flipped through the pages, carefully observing each and every one, finally landing on a tiger tattoo in a similar style to the one you had on your own back.

“How was school?” Placing the stencil on his neck, you carefully removed the paper, handing Tora a mirror so he could see if he liked the placement.

“It was fine, I’ll go meet Baji’s friends tomorrow too… This placement looks great!”

“Alright. Let me know if you’ll need money, okay?” Putting on gloves and picking up the tattoo machine, you send him a warning look, “This will hurt, you know? The neck is a sensitive area. And if you move too much, I will fuck up the tattoo, so you gotta be still.”

Kazutora nodded, as if fully prepared for the world of misery he just threw himself in.

He had no idea.

Shrugging, you got to work.

Shinichiro sulked the entire way to the studio, letting some of his sibling’s teasing get to him as he lit up another cigarette as soon as the previous one burned out, thinking over the previous date.

You seemed to have fun, and you told him as much, but still, you never got back to him again, and as much as he told himself you’re just busy, with work or your brother starting middle school - he himself went through a hellish time with Mikey - he couldn’t deny it any longer.

Maybe you just decided he wasn’t worth it, and that sent his heart plummeting to rock bottom.

“If anything,” Takeomi shrugged, probably trying to sound comforting, “At least you got a kiss out of the ordeal.”

Shinichiro’s eyes narrowed as he glared at his friend.

He and Benkei came to wish Wakasa luck, and to cause Shinichiro grief.

“First off, she kissed my cheek. Secondly, who the fuck told you she kissed me?“

“Haruchiyo did.” Benkei was the one to respond, shrugging, and Shinichiro gasped in betrayal.

“You sent your little brother to spy on me?”

“He wanted to come to play with Mikey and Izana anyway.”

“You’re unbelievable.” Shinichiro shook his head, frowning.

“Good riddance, if you ask me. She’s a bitch.” Wakasa huffed, stretching as he checked his watch.

“Don’t call her that!”

“To be fair to her, I’d have beaten your ass too.“ Takeomi shrugged, grinning when Wakasa swung at him, a sour frown on his face.

“Either way, it’s 4:15, and it’s respectful to arrive at a tattoo session early. Get your ass in, Shin.” Opening the doors to the studio, Wakasa almost ran into a kid who was rushing to get out.

“Kids these days.” Frowning, Wakasa stepped in, Shinichiro waving Takeomi and Benkei goodbye as he followed the blond inside.

Wakasa managed to find his aunt, who greeted him with multiple kisses to his face, ruffling his hair, exclaiming how big he’s gotten.

Shinichiro snickered while Wakasa looked miserable, waiting on his aunt to lead him to the artist.

“She’s new, but trust me, her line work and shading are immaculate! She was my apprentice, smart and hardworking girl, you’ll love her, I’m sure!” Rambling, his aunt led them to an empty, secluded room, “She’ll be here any minute, she as far as I know finished the design you two agreed on over the phone.”

Nodding, Wakasa politely thanked her, shaking his leg in anticipation.

“I was serious about you holding my hand.” Glaring, Wakasa sounded as confident as ever, looking up at Shinichiro who raised his arms up in defence.

“I’ll hold your hand, no worries.”

“You better. Or I’ll kill you.”

“Okay, I made some variations on what we agreed on, you’ll only have to pick and then we will see how it moves with the ba-“ A female voice called out as the artist entered the room, not even looking up as she flipped through the designs, stopping on the doorway to look at something closely.

Wakasa and Shinichiro stared, mouth agape.

You were wearing a tank top, arms and collarbones bare, revealing full sleeves of intricate tattoos depicting skeletons, animals and flowers swirling up your skin, disappearing to be hidden by the fabric of your shirt.

Shinichiro felt his cheeks burning.

You were truly your own piece of art, a dark painting with a couple of splotches of red paint and how glad Shinichiro was to be able to even dare claim you were his.

You were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and he looked at you as if he’s seen God.

“YOU?!” Wakasa jumped, an accusatory finger pointed.

You utterly ignored him.

“Yes Imaushi, I’ll be the one to do your tattoo.” Spitting his name out like a curse, you looked up briefly to meet his eye, “And if you piss me off, I just may hide a dick in the design.”

Wakasa paled.

Shinichiro awkwardly waved, and you smiled, taking a couple of steps to plant a chaste peck on his lips.

“Sorry for not calling, I was super busy.” Smiling into the kiss, you pulled back, cutely tilting your head in apology.

Shin threw Wakasa a victorious look.

“It’s okay.” Shinichiro grinned, making a mental note to tell his siblings where to stick it.

“I do not want to get a tattoo done by you.” Almost snarling, Wakasa got into your face.

“Yeah? Tough fucking shit, unless you want to lose the deposit.” Shrugging, you pointed to the couch and a small coffee table in the corner of the room.

You all but passively aggressively threw the designs into Wakasa’s face, arms crossed and fingers tapping your elbow impatiently as you waited on him to flip through the designs and pick.

Shinichiro stared at the drawings in awe, looking at you with his eyes wide.

“You drew that? Y/n, this is amazing!”

A small smile formed on your face.

Finally, Wakasa picked a design, and as you left to get the stencil ready, Wakasa sent Shin a dark look.

“Your bitch is pissing me off.”

“Stop calling her a bitch, Waka.”

“Fuck off.”

Shinichiro went to open his mouth and bite back a reply just as you appeared, holding the full stencil.

“We won’t be able to do the whole tattoo today, it will take six to eight 5 hour sessions but I will put the stencil as a whole, just so we can see how it’d move and if you’ll like it. Strip.”

Wakasa did as told, frowning as he took off his shirt.

Upon deciding on the placement, amount of sessions and price, you told Wakasa to lie down on the table as you prepared the machine.

Shinichiro dragged a chair to the table, softly taking Wakasa’s hand into his as the man shivered in anticipation.

You merely raised an eyebrow at the display of affection, but said nothing.

“This will hurt, we’re starting over your shoulder blade, bones hurt quite a bit. If you need a break, even just for a couple of seconds, let me know.” Staring pointedly at Wakasa, you waited until he nodded, his grip on Shinichiro’s hand tightening.

And if he let out a small scream when you first put the needle to his skin, who will have to know?

Everyone.

Everyone because Shinichiro will make sure to tell them that Wakasa Imaushi is a little bitch.

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a/n: deadass posting this in middle of my seminar class, i’ve been in uni since 8 a.m. and now it’s 5 p.m., my phone is on 6%, send help 🥲

also, for context

tora before the haircut:

beautiful baby boy

tora after the haircut:

a vaguely cute clown

#tokyorev #tokyo revengers #shinichiro x reader #sano shinichiro x reader #shinichiro x you #sano shinichiro x you #wakasa imaushi #grandpa sano #sano shinichiro #takeomi akashi

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irkimatsu · 3 months

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picked ten characters that make my brain go eeee. Tried to keep it to one character per series, though Hazbin and Helluva are different shows made by different studios so they totally count as separate and so there

tagged by @nerochinchin, you can do it if you want

#irk blubbers about nothing

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one-way-dream · 1 year

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A Lack of Essence (One-Shot)

Rating: General

Words: 3100+

Media: Danganronpa, Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Pairing: Aoi Asahina/Sakura Ogami, Minor Hajime Hinata/Nagito Komaeda (Mentioned)

Tags: Post-canon, Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Pining, Feelings Realization

Warnings: Descriptions of an anxiety attack.

Chapter: 1/1

Link to the original work

AO3 Summary/Excerpt:

Undoubtedly, it’s one of the best, no— maybe the best she’s ever had in her life. It’s a perfect technique, it’s a perfect balance, it’s… it’s…

…But it’s not the same.

Aoi tries to make donuts like the ones she made in the past, but she feels like there's something missing.

Author's Notes:

i love sakuraoi and i've never written them before so here's a little brain dump before i forget that i ever wrote it and it rots in my computer forever fdjshfksdfsdf asahina aoi my oomfie ❤ as always, this is not beta-read

thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy!

Aoi doesn’t like the taste of the doughnuts being made nowadays.

Sure, the ingredients were much fresher, – at least compared to whatever Junko had arranged for them during their days trapped in the school – but something about the taste was… inadequate.

Whatever it was, it frustrated Aoi to no end.

With every passing year it felt like something was slipping away. That ‘something’ twisted deep in her chest, gnawing away and taking parts and pieces of her until she gave in to tears. Until she felt hollowed out from breaking down time and time again, however far and in between it may happen.

Despite the kind words Makoto shed time and time again, she never really considered herself a strong person. Sometimes Aoi wondered what she would think of her moments of weakness, years after their escape, years after her sacrifice.

A heaviness weighed on her shoulders, bringing her back to the present, where she absentmindedly leaned over a shallow pot of oil gone lukewarm – which subsequently meant that the test batch of doughnuts she’d set to the side had definitely gone cold while she was lost in thought. She blinks, clicking her tongue in irritation as she stares down the pastries, wondering how she was careless enough to even forget setting a timer on her phone.

Well… better off a little cold than burned to a lump of coal.

Aoi takes the plate off the edge of her kitchenette counter and sets it on the breakfast bar. She pulls the curtains apart to let the evening light fill the shadows of her small but tidy studio apartment. A sleepy marmalade sun has yet to rest behind the silhouette of the rebuilt city. Somehow the light begins to fill the shadows in her mind too; not completely, but just enough to pinch her cheeks and huff out a determined breath.

“This is it,” she whispers to herself, furrowing her eyebrows in concentration. “This has to be the one.”

Nimble band-aid covered fingers dart across her phone screen before she even considers taking a bite, sending a text message to Makoto, hoping that he wouldn’t mind Aoi sending her seventh consecutive message of the day.

>[7:08 PM] Heyhey, Naegi! I’m about to try out the new recipe you got from Hanamura-san! Wish me luck. :)

A quick tap on the paperclip icon and then a few more before the image is delivered to him. She smiles down at her phone a little at the picturesque scene of her evening snack neatly plated on her favourite porcelain, the paper towel beneath it splotched with oil and stray bits of cinnamon sugar shimmering in the sunlight. Everything looked perfect.

The arrangement feels awfully nostalgic; memories overtake her of large but gentle hands working side by side with her, the other insisting that ‘food tasted better when presented with care’. It’s nostalgic to the point where familiar feelings begin to rouse in her heart at the memory – but she pushes it down. The grip on her phone gets tighter until her hand starts to tremble.

Not yet.

Not now.

Aoi quickly sets the phone down and swallows thickly, though she finds her mouth drier than usual despite what was supposedly a perfect rendition of her favourite food lying before her. Even during the killing game, her appetite had never dwindled at the sight of doughnuts. She smiled brightly for herself as encouragement, as if practising in front of a mirror like the many times she’d done on her worst days before stepping out for work.

Why… did she feel this nervous? And why did she feel so afraid of disappointment?

Finally, she reaches out and picks up a doughnut by the edges, where the caramel-esque sugar just barely grazed her fingertips. Surprisingly it’s still a little warm, and truthfully, it's unbelievable that it’s this soft even after cooling down.

The numb buzzing still clings to Aoi’s mind, and while it usually wouldn’t be an appetite killer, today nothing really feels right. But as soon as the sweet and spicy aroma reaches her nose, her mouth waters instinctively, eager to partake in old indulgences. With a bit of optimism, she leans forward and takes a small and hesitant bite, careful not to let her thoughts sour the experience.

Even though her mind wasn’t quite swayed by the thought of doughnuts, her tastebuds immediately gave into the familiarity. The first thing that she notices is that it’s just as soft and light as it feels, almost unbelievably so, as it melts in her mouth in an array of flavour ranging from a delicate mellow sweetness to a hint of mild spice. The taste coats her tongue without being overwhelming somehow – without a doubt, the recipe is a decadent masterpiece. Simply pure art.

Aoi reigns herself in and manages to wolf down the last quarter of it without inhaling any topping sugar by accident. Eventually, as she chews, she comes down from the high and her mind wanders again. If she were her younger self, the one before the killing game, she could have died peacefully knowing that this was the best that she’d ever get.

Undoubtedly, it’s one of the best, no— maybe the best she’s ever had in her life. It’s a perfect technique, it’s a perfect balance, it’s… it’s…

…But it’s not the same.

Aoi’s own voice echoes the words she didn’t want to admit in the back of her head, so strongly that it makes her flinch.

It pulls her out of the delight by drowning it in the frustration she’d feared time and time again. It’s disappointment that finally settles in her mind despite everything; as sticky, heavy, and gross as the bitter kuromitsu her mother was so fond of. As she swallows down the last bit of the pastry clean from the side of her cheek, she finds that there is a flaw to it after all: there’s a stale aftertaste.

For something so seemingly perfect, even this had its flaws. It lacked something. Or maybe there was too much of something?

But… just what was it? Aoi’s brows scrunched together as she mulled it over, wiping the grease and crumbs off her fingertips onto the clean parts of the paper towel. No distinct taste from a lack of ingredients? No, probably not, given that it called for cinnamon and the barest hint of clove and spices she’d never even heard of. Maybe there wasn’t enough sugar? Oh, but the cinnamon sugar dusting should’ve covered that base as well.

It just… wasn’t enough.

It wasn’t enough. It’d never be enough.

She just had to accept the facts – nothing she will ever make from here on out could ever be the same as the ones she and Sakura made together.

But the question was: could she live with that?

Aoi sighs deep and forlorn, leaning back against the barstool as her gaze veers out the window overlooking the growing shadow of the cityscape, eventually trailing back to the remaining three doughnuts.

Old feelings come back with a vengeance at the sight, thrashing in her chest like a small bird trapped in a cage. She clenches her knuckles white and then relents, at long last – she doesn’t want to fight the feeling anymore today. At least for today, even if she knows the cost is that it won’t end well.

She takes a deep breath and smiles, genuinely this time, wondering how Sakura would look like bathed in the light of sundown like she is now, sharing a meal together like they used to every day. She never saw her in the sunlight before - and even if she did during their school years, she wouldn't know anymore. She would never get to know.

And that’s all it takes for the seams of her composure to be suddenly torn to shreds; for that weird mixture between swelling affection that made her heart soar only to be shot down by unbearable, crushing grief. It held her at a deadlock, stasis, as sobs wracked her body. It was so unlike her, ‘sooo unlike’ the world-renowned star athlete and Ultimate Swimmer Aoi Asahina, as she’d chastise herself after a thorough cry.

Aoi had always considered herself lucky that her good days and neutral days far outweighed the bad compared to the others, but it was never like she was ever immune to despair in the first place, not even after all that her friends had done for her. Especially not after all that her friends had done for her. The guilt is a snaking hairline fracture in her favourite and otherwise perfect ceramic mug - the one that reminds her of home and of family and loved ones.

The guilt is something she finds hard to douse; it’s a constant reminder against calloused palms and one might even say that, despite her go-getter personality, the fissure is reminiscent of her own being. It’s seemingly harmless, and it won’t shatter to pieces, but it’s there.

Thinking hard on things was never her forte, and neither was sweating the small stuff. Even so, bitterness claws at her throat, constricts her breathing to nothing more than a desperate rhythm.

It was really unlike her.

The muted sound of a ticking wall clock is all that resounds in the living room, in between shaky breaths, in between the unsteady pulses of her heartbeat. Vaguely, she's aware of the pace of it, of how the ticking tries to punctuate all the other sounds, except–

Everything is off. Her heartrate speeds up and it's thrown off even more. it's all lost to a moment's hesitation, and suddenly she's wrenched back into the depths of a swimming pool. Her coach spits out demands; that she needs to pick up the pace. It's off rhythm. It's grating. That she's off rhythm. She's grating. It's all wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong.

Until she catches the single beat where all three align at once. They blend together into a single startling click, folding into one like flour and sugar and yeast. Her head feels heavy, but clear for a moment; just enough to stop thinking.

A pillow stays close to her chest as she calms down, as she buries her face just enough to muffle the sound. Just enough so that she couldn’t hear her own voice – her own weakness that she so despised. How could she not when the person she cared for was the very definition of the strength she always strove for?

The thing is, Sakura Ogami was never just physically strong.

Sure enough, the others had seen both her physical strength and her strength of character back in those days but… Aoi had seen it all. Sakura is Eden; she’s all the nurturing resilience of sanctum and all the grace of it too, right down to dew-soaked grass blades and tree roots buried in rich soil.

Aoi had seen it with her own eyes; what it means to be in paradise. It was when she lay side by side with her, peeking a single eye open every now and then to see if the other was awake – if she was okay. She’d be met with a small smile, but her gaze always wavered, as if it was the smallest tell that she, too, might’ve been a little afraid. But instead of a confession, what she’d get in return was a promise that the first person she would turn to if she was ever in trouble would be Aoi – no one else but her. It made her heart soar, so much that she was afraid she’d never be able to sleep again from the way her pulse hammered against her chest.

But still, she’d force her eyes shut, hoping, praying for it to be one of the nights where her run-of-the-mill luck favoured her. But eventually she realized that she never had to wish so hard to begin with, because each passing night it got easier; Sakura would stroke a gentle, warm hand down the side of her head whenever she figured Aoi was asleep anyway. She’d hum a gentle melody to her anyway, and each time, she fell a little more. Each time, she woke up a little braver and stronger, just like Sakura – like she was lending Aoi her strength.

She wonders if Sakura ever figured her out.

She wonders if she ever had herself figured out back then.

But she doubts it, she’s never been the perceptive type. If she was then she would’ve known to help Sakura sooner. If she’d known then she could’ve saved her from her fate. Aoi knew well enough that ‘what-ifs’ and dwelling on the past never helped matters, but sometimes it felt easier to let it catch up, let it trip you by the ankles – even if only for a reality check. It’s her only companion within the lonely confines of her house, no matter how well she decorated, no matter how homely she made it; nothing would fill the space quite the same.

The sound of a notification jolts her out of her thoughts, quickly picking up her phone to catch Makoto’s name in the preview. She unlocks the phone, holding her breath as she looks over the three messages.

>[7:39 PM] It looks great, Asahina-san! :) I’ll let Hanamura-kun know the next time I see him. I know you're busy but, if you get the time, maybe we could make some together for everyone?

>[7:40 PM] Sorry, I can’t talk a lot because I’m still working, but Hinata-kun came by and wanted me to pass along that he’d like all of us over for dinner this Saturday.

>[7:40 PM] Is that alright with you?

Her breath escapes through her teeth as she starts to chew on the skin of her bottom lip, clicking the phone off once more. She’d turned off ‘read’ notifications a few months ago when the pressure to respond immediately got too much; stewing in her own thoughts might not have been healthy, but neither were donuts – she could afford to cut loose a little sometimes.

Now the trouble was those last two messages.

Aoi loved her friends, she really did. She was always the first to celebrate them, and always the first to push them forward in the right direction if Makoto didn’t beat her to it first. But unfortunately, she was still every bit as human as she was an airheaded cheerleader.

She still distinctly remembers how she would always smile, shove down the sharp and ugly jealousy she felt when Hajime’s gold engagement band glistened under fluorescent lights before the guilt smothered her in its place.

Aoi once nodded along enthusiastically when Hajime fondly spoke of how he loved the fact that Nagito’s ring matched the silver of his eyes – and she wondered faintly, with her chin resting on her hand, whether he knew that she could relate wholeheartedly.

Nothing in the world could compare to the thought of Sakura wearing a wedding ring as silver and bright as her eyes, except maybe seeing her in a kimono that would undoubtedly look elegant on her. The feeling rocked unsteadily inside her chest, making her fond and unbearably lonely all at once.

The plate of doughnuts lay in front of her on the coffee table by the vase of fresh flowers Komaru and Touko had dropped off in the morning. And with the sun dipping into the horizon, she knew that her food would only get colder, and the room would only grow darker.

Frowning, Aoi reached into the drawer of the table, pulling out a box of matches and striking one against the strip as it flared to life. Her cherry blossom scented candles would do; they would keep her company, keep her surroundings bright, keep her warm despite how little wax was left. Something about that last part made her feel sour.

She leaned forward, tearing off a piece of a doughnut and ignoring the stickiness and grease that clings to her skin in favour of living in the moment. Maybe a little indulgence would be just fine, even if it wasn’t the same.

So maybe Aoi wasn’t the only one to see Sakura in her moments of vulnerability.

And it's a selfish feeling, the hope she felt when Aoi caught a flash of guilt in Sakura’s eyes when she spoke of her boyfriend on the outside, when she caught her staring at her more and more with each passing morning. She wanted it to mean something.

She wanted the gradual transition from ‘my dear Asahina’ to ‘my dearest’ to mean something.

The silence in the room was heavy, but strangely enough, not in an oppressive way.

What was stopping her from remembering her words? What was stopping her from letting Sakura’s life, her sacrifice, mean more than a push forward towards hope?

After all, from the casual touches while they made donuts for the first time to her final heartfelt words, wasn’t it all an act of love from start to finish?

Aoi blinks the mistiness in her eyes away, swallows thickly and leans back on the old couch, tracing the threadbare edges of it with her left hand; a well-loved part of her home that cradles her aching heart after a tiresome day. The remote rests easily in her hand, TV flickering to life with a single button, as the face of her high school swimming idol grins brightly at the camera. It's like she can feel the droplets running down her face, remembering how free she felt doing what she loved. She finally picks up her phone with a small smile, bordering on bittersweet, wondering if there was ever a missing ingredient to begin with.

> [8:34 PM] Tell him that we're on for that group dinner date.

Her fingers pause, hovering over the next few keys. With a sharp exhale, she settles on her words.

> [8:35 PM] And yeah, let's finally make those doughnuts together for everyone. It'll be fun! <3

Aoi lets out another determined huff, trying not to let her wobbly yet courageous smile fade. She’d just have to find a way to make her own secret ingredient.

-x-

That night, Aoi dreamed.

She dreamed of doughnuts and picnics under a cherry blossom tree in full bloom and a world made for two people.

She dreamed of her beloved wearing the summer dresses Aoi always thought she’d look like a goddess in, even though she was always more than enough in her ripped sailor outfit.

She dreamed of a fond smile and husky voice humming, their bodies close enough that she could feel the rumble of her voice in her chest; large, protective, and warm hands enveloping her own, and the steady rhythm of silver bands clicking against each other as they walked hand in hand.

For once, Aoi dreams and ignores the dull ache in her chest in place of something far stronger, far more wonderful.

Love, and love alone, until the end of her days.

#dr #drthh #danganronpa #sakura ogami #aoi asahina #sakuraoi #makoto naegi #komahina #<- mentioned #other minor characters are mentioned #fanfiction #my work #my fanfic #sorry i ran out of steam at some parts orz #danganronpa trigger happy havoc

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sakurachan7734 · 5 months

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Happy little family

Chapter 3: boxing match

Sally: are you sure that you can do this?

Kim: yes i am sure sally we need that money for tobor

Sally: ok be careful you haven’t fought in a while

Kim: I know I will

Sally drops Kim off the studio and Kim goes to the dressing room

Gabby:* cracking her fingers* I will break all your f***ing bones You’ll be in the hospital longer than your son!

Kim: I like to see you try you filth b!cth!

Gabby: man do you have a death wish?

Kim: it seems like you do because you don’t know how to give up!

Gabby:* spits out her gum* your dead hard to destroy lizard!

Kim: your funeral dusty bubblegum!

Meanwhile, with tobor, talus and Sally

Tobor: where is mommy?

Sally: she is at a boxing match

Talus: when will she be back?

Sally: once her match is done * turns on the tv* oh it looks like the match has started

Talus: look its mommy!

Sally: that’s right!

Tobor: if I ever recover will I be as strong as mommy?

Sally: yes you will

Tobor: yay!!

They watch the game for a few minutes but them Kim took a punch to the face and it looks like she broke her jaw but somehow Kim kept fighting but tobor didn’t see it he had to get more chemo treatment

Talus:* starts crying* no mommy!

Sally:* hugs talus* hay hay it’s ok mommy will be ok I’m sure

Talus:* crying* o-ok

15 minutes later Kim is brought to the hospital for a cast

Tobor: what’s wrong with mommy?

Linda: your mommy got very hurt

Tobor: will she be ok?

Linda: yes but she won’t be able to talk for awhile

Tobor: can I see her?

Linda: yes remember that your mommy can’t talk

Tobor: ok grandma

Linda takes tobor to Kim’s room

Tobor:* hugs kim* mommy!

Kim:* pats tobor on the head*

Tobor: when will mommy be back?

Linda: she won’t be out for two or so months but you can visit her regularly if you want

Tobor: ok grandma did you win your boxing match?

Kim:* picks up tobor and nods yes*

Tobor: so I can get more medicine?

Kim:* nods yes*

Sally: that’s great kim!!

Talus: hay I want to be pick up to!!

Kim:* picks up talus*

Sally: awww

Two months later Kim goes to dreamers and marcelines castle

Kim:* bows down* you’re majesty I need to talk to you

Marceline: yes what is it?

Kim: well I want to propose to Sally and I don’t have any money for a ring and I know that you like making jewelry so… I figured I ask you

Marceline: yes I will help just give me a drawing of what you want and help me get materials

Kim: do I need to pay?

Marceline: no I said, just give me materials and give me a sketch of what you want

Kim: ok i need some paper and pencil

Marceline and Kim go to marcelines craft room and hands Kim a paper and pencil and Kim sketches out a ring that looks like a sakura

Marceline: that seems simple go get me some rose quartz and silver

Kim: ok

Kim:* gets the materials and bring them back to Marceline* here when should this be done?

Marceline: next week, the 19th

Kim: ok thank you

Kim goes back to the apartment and finds Sally in the living room reading a book

Kim: hay Sally do you want to go on a date to the beach next week?

Sally: sure it’s been a while since we had gone out! When are we going?

Kim: the 19th

Sally: is this going to be a date on the beach or dinner and then a walk on the beach?

Kim: whatever you wanna do sweetheart

Sally: I want to get dinner first and then walk around the beach

Kim: ok we should go in the evening so we can watch the sunset

Sally: oh you know what I want to see you strong romantic lady

Kim: anything for you princess

Meanwhile with tobor on the hospital playground

Ace: how long have you been here for?

Tobor: a few months

Ace: why?

Tobor: I have cancer

Ace: oh will you live?

Tobor: my mommy’s say I will why are you in here?

Ace: I broke one of my legs

Tobor: oh so you would only be here for a little bit?

Ace: yea

A week later

Marceline:* hands the ring to kim*so I finish the ring a little bit earlier than expected and I talked to dreamer and you and sally can have your wood in our backyard

Kim: really do I need to pay for anything?

Marceline: no you guys should just deal with invitations and food and stuff

Kim; thank you!

Tobor: where are you and mommy going?

Kim: to the beach

Talus: ohh can we come?!

Kim: oh I’m sorry boys but this is something just for me and mama but grandma Linda and grandpa John with you

Tobor: ok mommy

End of chapter

#mouse oc #lizard oc #oc story

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gattogrigiobjd · 2 years

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And that's all. by Nadine Via Flickr: Dollzone Burton and Sakura & Paper Studio Xiao Jiu

#doll #bjd #resin #anthro #cat #kitty #feline #Siamese #bird #DollZone #Burton #TomCat #Sakura & Paper Studio #Xiao Jiu #Valentine #poem #3992 #flickr

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"I'll Be Waiting"

Summary: “Her eyes are a soft color. A delicate green like the expensive jade bracelets all the heiresses of the Earth Kingdom wear. He loved the sound those bracelets made as they rattled against each other and jingled softly. He decided then that he liked her too.”

Notes: What do y'all think ? I kind of wanted to write some cute teenage LinZolt and write about dancing because of my own background. Also how would you feel, about smutty chapters later ? What direction should I take this happy ending or sad ending ? Also I want to flesh out Ember Island, and establish it as having it's own unique culture and dialect. How do we feel about some French-speaking LinZolt ? (translations will be provided of course).

Critiques: Do y'all have constructive criticism ? I'm still developing my sense of style and I have no writing experience and have never taken a creative writing course in my life so I need all the help I can get.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51405040

Chapter 1:

Kenzo or as his friends liked to call him “Zolt '' was new to Little Caldera. Frankly, he never imagined himself living in such a nice area. Solidly middle class, with the best schools and entertainment to be found in Republic City. Unlike the other boroughs every shop, residence and school there had electricity. Located just on the cusp of old cranefish town, and just outside of downtown, it was a short walk from Yue Bay. The harbor brought in all sorts of business. Little Caldera had a special character to it, its own unique appeal. Spotless and crime free but with great nightlife. High end restaurants and cheap seafood were both in abundance. Contradictory. Perfect. Well, nearly perfect but Caldera’s flaws didn’t touch the likes of Zolt.

Through some stroke of luck his mother managed to find a job as a dance instructor. The position came with lodging right above the studio. It was a small space but more luxurious than either of them had known previously. Two closet-sized bedrooms, a kitchen that was more of a hallway and an entry way that just barely managed to fit a genkan, coat closet and an armchair.

The apartment while small was by no stretch of the imagination shabby. It was well maintained despite its age. The walls were freshly painted and papered. The entryway in a rich cream, the kitchen was a sunny yellow, the bedrooms sported white and crimson wallpaper with a sun motif. They had real hardwood floors. The kitchen appliances were brand new, and for the first time in his life Zolt experienced the pleasure and convenience of an ice box.

They even had their own private bathroom, which was surprisingly large compared to the other rooms. The toilet portion was walled off from the bathing area and the sink stood in between the two. The bath was wonderfully deep, made to be soaked in. To his surprise, the first night he spent in the apartment and drew himself a bath the water heater actually worked. He had discovered this when he reflexively heated up the water with his bending and nearly boiled himself like a dumpling. At his previous home the promise to repair the heater was never actually met. Over the years he had taught himself to warm the water, a skill he no longer needed here.

Every day he discovered a new luxury. The apartment even had underfloor heating, his need for slippers was gone. Despite the lessons going on at all hours of the day and night below them and their close proximity to their neighbors it was surprisingly quiet. The thick walls muffled the sound.

The views were perfect. The windows were large and spilled in bright wonderful light, only obstructed by the glorious shade of the Sakura trees planted all over his neighborhood. From the kitchen he could take in the view of the perfectly manicured street in front of the studio. His bedroom had an especially nice view. Behind the studio there was the nicest apartment building he had ever seen. It was built in a u-shape around a huge courtyard, complete with a fountain, pool, turtleduck pond, rose garden and a playground. It stood five stories tall and was built in a traditional style. The countless balconies were all decorated with paper lanterns and fire lilies. The fire escapes would actually be handy in case of emergency, unlike the rusted ones he knew. He had never seen the Imperial Palace of the fire lord, but he imagined it to look just like this, elegant and overflowing with flowers. It was his newfound vision of paradise.

The end of summer was fast approaching, but he still needed something to fill the last of the golden weeks with. He ends up brushing up on his dancing skills, not that he needed to, he was a natural. His mother had made sure of that. Before he could walk, he could dance. Since toddlerhood he had studied every type there was, from the Fire Nation to the Water Tribes. He was well versed in traditional and contemporary forms. His technique was precise, he was fluid, a master of the countless skills each genre demanded. The head of the studio quickly figures this out and offers him a deal. He signs on as a student teacher, requiring him to be at the studio at least twice a week. In exchange he receives free lessons, and they’ll cover his private school tuition. His mother is overjoyed at the thought of sending him to “Avatar Roku High School” -the best in the city. She squeals in delight when he takes the offer. His summer was very quickly filled with rehearsals, costume fittings, lessons and performances.

He’d taught groups before but this is his first time teaching a private lesson. For the life of him he couldn’t remember her name. What did Asuka say it was ? It had an “r” in it somewhere. The girl is staring at her form in the mirror, warming up. He assesses her. She is a sleek little thing, like a cat strutting through an alleyway at night. Her skirt is red and has a slit making it easier to see her motion. Her tiny top matches it and reveals her abdomen. Judging by her curvy build and outfit she must be from Ember Island like him. She’s practicing her fa’arapu. Tui and La, she has the speed down. She’s nearly perfect. He can easily fix this.

He approaches her and introduces himself, he encourages her to continue warming up. After a while he comes up behind her. She stops, he places one hand on her stomach and the other on one of her delicate shoulders. “You’ve got the motion, muscle control and the flexibility. You're just stiff and your posture is bad. You're tucking in your spine like this” he says demonstrating. “ and you’re hunching your shoulders, like you’re trying to make yourself smaller” he explains as he gently adjusts her position. There, now she’s perfect. “Don’t do that, you’re a pretty girl. Have some confidence” he continued. He didn’t mean to say that last part out loud.

He looks up into the mirror, taking in her face for the first time. She really is a pretty girl. Her cheeks are flushed pink, she is biting her lip. It is a cute nervous habit, it makes her lips even redder.

He catches her gaze in the mirror. Her eyes are a soft color. A delicate green like the expensive jade bracelets all the heiresses of the Earth Kingdom wear. He loved the sound those bracelets made as they rattled against each other and jingled softly. He decided then that he liked her too.

#legend of korra #lin beifong #lightning bolt zolt #linzolt #ao3 #meet cute #dancing #francais #french language

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cynoglav · 1 year

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what art supplies do u use? i rly like ur doodles ....

first of all, thank you!

this is gonna be a long one. and hey, before I get into this: getting better tools does not make you a better artist. I'm serious. Please don't get things from this list to improve your art, and especially if they're just gonna languish in a drawer because you're afraid of wasting them. I love you and you deserve nice things, but they are not the key to becoming a better artist.

I've also had many, many years to collect and curate stuff. A lot of it I gave away to friends because I didn't use it. If you're new to this, don't worry about getting "all the best things". It's a little silly, and can hold you back.

Especially for sketchbooks, exploration and just messing around, quality stuff isn't necessary. if you're selling commissions or making stuff that will be hung up, yeah, quality matters, but it's mostly about how archival/lightfast stuff is, not price. you won't catch me with caran d'ache or prismacolor stuff, nuh-uh. Only one of these is good and worth the price, and spoiler, it's not the prismacolor.

also, if I catch you hanging up alcohol marker originals, I will personally come into your house and put them into a safe drawer. that shit fades, and fast.

with that out of the way:

digital: clip studio paint + wacom intuos pro medium (circa 2017?). Don't bother with wacom tho, a huion is just fine. I do recommend not getting a small one though, your wrists will thank you. I use whatever brushes i like atm, usually default or custom-made by me.

watercolor: a mix of roman szmal + renesans paints, because they're high quality and extremely local (and thus cheap!!) to me. Currently I'm using arches 185gsm cold press (100% cotton). I chose it over 300gsm because it's cheaper, and thus feels less precious, so I'm not afraid to "waste it", whatever that means. for brushes, I use a #6 kolibri pure red sable round and a really, really old #2 cotman round (111 series). I would recommend synthetics due to environmental and ethical concerns over how sable hair is harvested. I also have a #16 flat somewhere, but I have no f%$#ing clue where it is. Do note that watercolor is rarely a vegan medium, as the sizing in watercolor paper is usually gelatine. I'm sure you can do it, but idk how. for gouache i use the watercolors mentioned above + white gouache because I'm a rebel. I do have a renesans gouache set tho, and will use it up because I hate wasting things.

ink: winsor&newton black and white shellac ink. I discovered G-pen nibs like a week ago and they're my jam, but I used a LS40 nib before (too flexy). FWIW i also use a white sakura gelly roll for white highlights sometimes, and sakura pigma microns in various sizes and colors (usually 003, 01, PN). I also use regular fountain pen ink in a fountain pen because it's fun.

sketchbooks/paper: royal talens art creation. they are the superior affordable sketchbook, no contest. I love the 12x12cm size and A5 bound on the short side. I'm also using a 12x12cm sakura sketchbook with black paper for gouache doodles. for watercolors, I use 100% cotton as mentioned before, as that is the only medium I ever consider selling to people. Everything else I don't bother keeping archival, so it's in my sketchbook or on cheap-ass copy paper. go nuts.

pencils: I prefer a 2H for layouts on watercolor paper and a HB for sketching, usually either a faber castell 9000 (the dark green ones) because idk they make me happy and are nice and smooth. Usually it's "whatever" though. as long as it writes and doesn't scratch I can use it.

colored pencils: a 36 set of faber castell polychromos and i refuse to elaborate

misc. sketching supplies: uni nano dia color mechanical pencil leads. My #1 most used is pink and I plan on getting more colors. for normal mechanical pencil lead i use a HB refill in whatever brand i can find (I'm even less picky than with wooden pencils). All of these are in 0.5mm size. oh, and tons of misc. cheapo colored pencils I have laying around, like most artists. for erasers, usually it's "whatever" but I do carry several with me at all times. current faves are colored kneadable erasers (ooo pretty colors!!), milan tri jet, pentel hi-polymer in green, pentel hi-polymer slim. pencil sharpeners are also a whatever as long as it doesn't break my pencil, but I do really like the derwent long point (i have the mini, its cute) for cute accents of color i use whatever pastel highlighter i have at hand, or a crayola supertip. I sometimes also use alcohol markers, but rarely.

alcohol markers: copic ciao, but don't bother buying them. ohuhu has refills now and copics lost their only advantage.

acrylic paint: renesans flowacryl, but I do plan to switch to golden fluid at some point. this is exclusively for mtg alters, btw. in terms of brushes, I use a #0 milan round (golden taklon i think but idk and I don't have any at hand rn to check) and a #6 oval (it's flat but with rounded off corners) in whatever brand is available.

i think i covered it all! now go grab a pencil and copy paper, and have fun. this is a threat.

#text post #long post #ask #anon ask #anon #art asks #art supplies

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eggbunni · 2 years

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Ahh. 🥰 These flowers have been filling my little creative art studio with a beautiful, floral aroma since Valentine’s Day, and they make me smile every time I see (and smell) them. 💐

Hubby surprised me on V-day with this beautiful bouquet in some of my favorite colors, as well as these antique trinket boxes that I was stunned he managed to find.

“Where did you get them?! These are beautiful! How did you know I’d like these?!” I gasped, turning them around and around in my hands, opening and closing them, admiring them in the light.

“Are you serious?” He laughed. “Look at them. I know my wife.” 😂 Apparently, he’d purchased them from an antique store without telling me. 🥹 Thank you God for my thoughtful husband.

I’m just… absolutely obsessed with them. The little round trinket box is shaped like a bouquet of wild flowers with a delicate humming bird perched atop. And the gold treasure chest has Sakura blossoms laced across the gilding. I’m just speechless. They’re so beautiful. 😭 Olympics level gift-giving, this man.

For now, the Sakura treasure chest is housing my unused Sailor ink cartridges (they fit perfectly!) which has been SO great, TBH, because they’ve otherwise been sitting in storage, and now I’m actually using them! The standard Sailor black ink cartridges have extremely wet ink. Like wow. I wasn’t expecting it, especially after using so many pastel shading inks lately. The cartridges are wet, lubricated, rich, and pleasant in a dry Japanese nib in the same way Pilot Yama-Budo is delightful to write with. I’ve been scrawling page after page into my journals and planners, eager to see the dark lines pooling on paper. Soooo niiiice. 🥰

In other news! I finally finished working on the custom Maki-e fountain pen designs for my private clients and have been enjoying a little break. 💖 The joy of working for myself is I can decide when I want to churn things out and be productive, or sit back and focus on… well. Whatever else I want to focus on. 😂

I hope everyone is doing well, and that you all have a lovely week ahead! 🥰 Maybe buy yourself or your loved ones some flowers just because. Heheh.

#antique finds #antique hunting #antiques #antique desk #writing desk #stationery #fountain pen ink #cozy #light academia #elegant #elegant aesthetic #antique aesthetic #light academia aesthetic

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seacee16 · 1 year

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when petals fall | bangchan

bang chan x original female character

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ch. 2 ~ when morning comes

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

A sleepy Chan was awoken by a rough jab to his side, causing the man to shoot up in his chair.

His chair. In his studio. Chan didn’t go back to their dorms that night. Instead, he made his way right back to their company, planted himself firmly behind his desk and began to write. Without realizing it, he had fallen asleep over a sheet of now crumpled paper, headphones askew on a head of messy blonde hair.

The words scattered across the wrinkled sheet were skew and clumsily written between neat lines. Despite that, he was able to make out most of what he wrote, ignoring any words that had been roughly crossed out in his moment of inspiration. If he looked close enough, he could see the formation of a story among his lyrics – a completely new take on what he had been struggling to write before.

Before.

Sakura.

Had he fallen asleep in his studio and dreamt about the encounter with the girl, or had it been real? It felt real. But surely an encounter with a stranger would not go that smoothly, especially with his status.

But maybe.

Through hooded eyes, Chan looked up to see his youngest staring down at him. The leader winced. He was in trouble.

“You should be happy I was the first up, for once, hyung. I told Felix that you left early to work on something before practice.” Chan let out a sigh of relief. Felix didn’t know he hadn’t gone home. He was in the clear…for now at least.

“Thank you, Jeongin.”

The youngest took a seat on the sleek black couch behind Chan, his hands clasping together in his lap as he looked down at them. His furrowed eyebrows and tense hands made it obvious. He was worried.

“You haven’t been getting enough sleep, hyung.”

“I’m okay,” he tried to reassure Jeongin, deliberately not mentioning his sleeping hours.

“You said it yourself. Our schedule is only going to get more and more busy over the next few weeks. We just don’t want you to burn out.”

We, he had said. The members had spoken about it before, obviously at a time when Chan was not present to give any excuses. They were all worried.

Jeongin looked up at his leader with sad fox eyes. He knew how Chan got when they found themselves nearing a comeback period. He spent more time fretting over every small detail of every song he wrote. A cycle of little sleep, missed meals, and an unhealthy amount of overtime, pushing himself beyond his limit only to crash in private once their promotions came to an end. None of them enjoyed seeing their leader that way, but they were never truly able to convince him to stop.

So, instead, they each tried to aid him in silence. Small acts that went unnoticed by their leader. Minho asking his only elder to spot him as he runs through new choreography, giving Chan a chance to just sit and watch. Felix would get the other Aussie to bake with him, telling the oblivious leader that he wanted to surprise the members with something sweet for their hard work. And who was Chan to refuse helping someone reward his precious kids. Each members took their turn, and that made them feel more at ease.

The leader let his hand glide through his hair before he spoke. “I’ve done much more on much less sleep, Jeongin-ah. I’ll be fine. I swear, this time I was an accident. I was actually on my way home, but-“, Chan paused. “I can’t help it. When I get an idea, I have to see it through immediately before I lose it.”

The maknae scoffed, a small knowing grin making its way to his sharp face. “I know, hyung. I’ve seen your notes scattered all over the dorm.”

Chan couldn’t help but laugh. He swiveled his chair so that he could properly look at his youngest kid.

Jeongin had grown significantly in the last few years. Not only physically, but in terms of his skills as well. The boba-eyed fox pup with dimples deep enough to swim in and a broad smile that would light up any room. Chan had been able to watch him grow up. He was basically fully grown now. As both their leader and brother, Chan was proud of everything that his members had accomplished in their time together.

“I will try to get more sleep, okay?”

Jeongin’s smile widened. He nodded, wavy hair bobbing as he did so. “Thank you, hyung.”

Satisfied, Chan stood from his seat. After allowing his aching body to stretch for a second, he motioned for the other boy to follow him out of the door.

“Let’s get to practice, before those gremlins eat up all of Lix’s brownies.”

Jeongin's eyes widened in excitement. “I knew I smelled brownies!”

Chan chuckled, tucking the younger under his arm before leading him down the hallway. “I bet they smelled great.”

The pair continued their walk through the building, greeting each face they passed and with Chan sticking his head into a few studios on their way. When then finally reached the dance studio they would be rehearsing in for the day, they entered to see a chaotic whirlwind of their remaining 6 members.

Felix and Hyunjin were the easiest to spot. The duo was on the floor at the very centre of the large room, rolling and wrestling over God knows what. Their laughs echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the walls and long row of mirrors as they played. Seungmin was a few feet away from them, phone in hand and aimed directly at the tangle of limbs on the floor in front of him. Jisung was off to one side, head and hands buried in a clear container filled with what Chan could only assume were Felix's famous chocolate brownies. He smiled wide as he ate, frowning only when he noticed Jeongin making his way over to him in search of the baked goods. On the opposite side of the room sat the final two members. Changbin stood in front of the monitor, scrolling through the nearly infinite playlist of songs. Lee Know was close by, watching his reflection in the mirror as he stretched every part of his body. In between stretches, his body moved along to the western pop song playing through the speakers scattered throughout the studio. He was the first one to notice the arrival of the eldest, waving him over to where he was warming up.

“Hyung.”

“Morning, Lee Know.”

“Pd-nim said we’re working on choreography for the new title track today. Is that what you were working on last night when we left?” Changbin asked the leader.

“I was actually working on something new last night. The idea kind of hit me out of the blue and I wanted to try it out,” Chan responded, thinking about the little animated rose he had seen. “I have a base idea down for the melody and lyrics, but I may need some help with the latter. Do you think you and Jisung could swing by the studio some time?”

Changbin replied with a firm nod, happy to be able to help with the production of another song. Chan smiled and turned to face the rest of his kids.

“Okay, let’s get to work.”

<3 <3 <3

Sakura flopped down on the velvety jade couch with a tired sigh, allowing her body to be sucked into the soft cushions. She had kicked off her shoes as soon as she had reached the apartment, making a bee-line for the nearest and softest surface she could find. Exhaustion had seeped into her very bones, dragging her into a light sleep.

"Well, good morning to you too, sunshine." A jerk rippled through her body as she heard the voice, scaring her out of her premature sleep.

"You woke me up," she groaned, curling up further as she tried to bury her face into a decorative pillow.

"No, no," the older girl tsked as she made her way towards the small kitchen area. "You woke me up. Those stompers of yours could be heard before you even opened the front door."

One eye slipped open to watch as Soo-yun busied herself with the coffee machine, setting a familiar lilac mug besides her own travel mug. A sleepy grin tugged on the corner of Sakura's mouth at the sight.

Sakura had first met Soo-yun years ago on a 3-week long family trip to Seoul, where the pair - strangers at the time - had accidentally been booked into the same hotel room. They hadn't been too thrilled about spending the night sharing a room with someone they had just met while management found a room to put one of them in, but by morning, they had come to like the idea. Soo-yun and her family lived in Ulsan, but were visiting relatives in the capital at the time. After that, the pair stayed in touch and tried to meet up whenever they could - whether it be in Japan or Korea.

When Sakura chose to disappear for a while, Soo-yun was the first person she called, knowing that her friend was studying at SNU. And she was more than happy to have her staying with her indefinitely.

Soo-yun placed her mug on the glass coffee table that sat before the velvet couch, making sure that a circular, woven coaster was beneath it. She then returned to her position behind the small kitchen island, where her own warm drink was waiting.

"Do you have morning classes again?"

Soo-yun nodded, eyes peaking at Sakura over the rim of her mug. "Just two, but I have a few assignments that need attention so I'll be in the library for the rest of the day."

"And Lilli?"

"Working until 5, if I am not mistaken."

Nothing but a mumbled response was heard from Sakura as she buried her face back into the couch pillows. The rest of her body curled up into a comfortable ball.

Soo-yun scoffed playfully.

"Must be nice to be able to sleep this early, and not be out in the world like the rest of us?"

"And have to interact with people?" The sleepy girl mumbled back. "While it's so bright out? Ghamsa-No-thank-you."

A snort could be heard from the kitchen, followed by what Sakura imagined would be the sound of her friend’s eyes rolling at her response. She sat up, folding her legs beneath herself on the cushions as she brought her mug to rest on her lap. The heat absorbed by the ceramic mug seeped into the hands wrapped around it, causing the muscles to relax. Sakura's thumb traced around its rim as she stared at the rising steam.

Fixated on the foamy brown liquid swirling around between her hands, Sakura felt her mind drift to the dark brown of his eyes, and how warm they had seemed in the cold morning air. A smile formed on her face.

From her place at the kitchen island, Soo-yun watched her roommate curiously. “What’s with that grin on your face?”

Sakura shook her head and raised her mug to her still smiling lips.

“Okay,” Soo-yun drew out, reaching for her own drink and the backpack resting on the counter top. “I'm going to head out. I’ll see you after class.” Soo-yun sent her a small salute before heading towards the front door.

“Wait!” Sakura called out last minute. Soo-yun’s head popped up from behind the corner of the doorway’s passage, waiting. “Can you send me your Netflix password?”

“Sure, what for?”

Sakura turned away from her friend, hiding her excitement behind her mug. “There’s a movie I want to watch.”

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