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kiridarling · 4 years ago

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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎.

katsuki bakugou | competitive sex + f!reader + pro hero!kats + hickeys + hair-pulling + ripping clothes + a surprise guest + more! minors dni.

— 1.8k words

"Text Shitty Deku we're gonna be little late."

“Katsuki. Hands off.”

The ash-blond sighs, grumbling like the petulant child he is before forcing his hands to his sides. Glaring at you through the mirror, he grunts, “Fuckin’ why.”

"Because I'm trying to get ready and you're in the way." You swat his hands away and reach for a brush, rolling your eyes when he ignores everything you just said in favor of hooking his chin around your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. You shrug him off, "Now move."

In your defense, you've been pushed to your limit.

You two are already late enough for the Gala as it is, you know, the one that's exclusively for pro heroes. And yet, for some reason, today's the day your boyfriend's brain seems to be in his dick.

Katsuki digs his teeth into your neck, hard enough to make you whimper before you rip his head away by the strands of his hair. He growls in frustration, the grip on your waist ever-tightening.

"Y'know...if people saw the type of shit you pull in private, they'd think you were the aggressive one."

"You let me get away with it," you respond absentmindedly, leaning towards the mirror until the cool from the counter presses into your gut. Mistake.

"Right. I've been too fuckin' soft, huh?" Katsuki says more to himself than to you before he's forcing you over the sink with a heavy hand on your back; the metal from the faucet knocks you in the collarbone. "That shit changes today."

"I—Kats, we don't have ti—" but the indisputable sound of ripping cloth bounces off your bathroom walls, and the addition of cool air brushing your inner thighs implies precisely what you hope he didn't just do.

His phone clatters on the counter before he's nudging your legs wider, nestling between them, and settling on his knees.

"Text Shitty Deku we're gonna be late."

"Katsuki Bakugou, did you just rip my fucking stockings?" You howl, grip tightening around the marble countertop in fury. Katsuki growls, delivering a heavy slap to your ass.

"I said fuckin' text him."

Your chest rises and falls with indignance, and yet you're punching in the code to his phone anyway, telling Izuku to reserve two spots at the table next to him because you two won't be able to do it yourselves.

"D'ya send it?" Katsuki asks, having a blast as he kneads your exposed ass to the point where it's sore. You nod, dropping the six-by-four box onto the countertop in resignation, and the ash-blond's chest rumbles at that, hand disappearing only to crack back down twice as hard. "Good girl."

Pushing your panties to the side, Katsuki wastes no time in sliding in his finger to the first knuckle, grinning when you shudder against him. You squeal as his teeth graze your inner thigh, and he hikes your knee onto the couch, dismissing how much you complain about the burn.

"What? Can't get a better view?" He growls, cheeky bastard, before he's sucking a hickey into your thigh because he knows you like it and pushing his finger in the rest of the way. You narrow your eyes, glaring at the small sliver of his smug face you can actually see in the mirror—and he's quickly filling you with a second finger, chuckling at your moan.

"You shouldn't have a view in the first place," you grumble, insistent on standing your ground. "You should be viewing the road because we're supposed to be driving right now."

"That's a real fuckin' pity then," Katsuki responds apathetically, lips pink as he moves to suck another hickey—closer to the apex of your thighs this time. You whimper as he scissors his fingers and passes a messy thumb over your clit, hips burning from holding this position for so long. With a final lick, Katsuki pulls away from his third or fourth mark (you're not too sure) and smacks his lips. "On the sink."

"On the c—Katsuki we have to g—wah!"

Katsuki takes it upon himself to hook his arms under your thighs and hoist you onto the cool thing, sending all miscellaneous bathroom items flying. You sigh, accepting the fact that you're probably not going to make it out of the house tonight as your back kisses the freezing glass, and Katsuki pushes your knees as far back as they'll go.

He curls a lip, and then he spits, getting saliva all over your pussy and thighs, and it's wholly and utterly lewd. And yet, you bite your lip at the feeling, and he grins, knowing you like it just as much as you'll say you hate it.

"You're a fuckin' dirty girl, y'know that?" Katsuki's eyes go dark. You huff, threading a hand through his ash-blond locks to tug—and you're the one grinning when he moans.

"I'm not the one who's making us skip a mandatory gala to get his dick wet," you quip with a raised eyebrow, and your hand never leaves his hair. "Am I?"

Katsuki growls with a curled lip, but you know better, and so does the clammy grip on your thigh. You tug on his hair again, and suddenly you're full of him, yelping in surprise as your arms scramble for his back for better purchase instead.

"What was that?" He asks breathily, hiding a groan behind a bitten lip. You're just thankful he's giving you time to adjust, or so you think, until he almost pulls out entirely before his hips snap forwards as hard as they can, knocking your spine into the mirror and a bottle of lotion onto the floor.

You moan, hands searching for his hair again because you know it's one of the only things that will provide a one-up—Katsuki bares his teeth at that, bending over to suck a mark into your neck and his hips continue to fuck you into tomorrow.

"You fit like a goddamn glove," Katsuki wheezes, the grip he has around your stocking-covered thigh edging on bruising. "So tight around me—fuck—"

"K-Kats—" you grapple for his dress shirt so hard it tears, causing you to crash against the counter and make more of a mess that's already been made. The ash-blond's hips don't do anything but speed up though, filling you to the point where a deep breath feels like too much.

"Fuck baby, you're so goddamn needy," Katsuki grabs your attention by your jaw with a gritty chuckle, "But this shit's only for me, ain't it? 'Cause you're fuckin' mine."

You whimper with a nod, nails latching onto hot and sticky skin now. Katsuki hisses as they rake down his back, but that only makes you want to dig in harder.

"Fuckin' say it—tell me you're mine and no one else's," he challenges with a glint in his carmine red eyes, and something in your gut churns underneath it. Something painfully primal and raw, which has you howling out:

"'M yours, only yours!"

You jolt when his thumb returns to your clit and refuses to let up. Katsuki growls at that, somehow finding the stamina to speed up—and gripping your shoulder for leverage. You moan, eyes fluttering as his cock reaches the deepest it has tonight, and you’re sure Katsuki can tell as well if his curse is anything to go by.

Ring, ring! Ring ring!

Surprisingly, Katsuki's phone survived the purge and still sits on the counter, albeit teetering on the edge of absolute destruction. The ash-blond catches it before it falls and has the nerve to swipe right, not allowing you to fit in an objection or any say in this at all.

"The fuck do you want, Deku?" He grunts, putting the phone on speaker before he sets it back down. You eep in protest, but all he does is mouth the words quiet, baby. So you're huff, biting onto the meat of your palm for extra precaution.

"Um, Kacchan? Where are you guys?" The greenette's voice echoes off the bathroom walls to the point where it's nearly comical how clueless he is, and yet Katsuki refuses to slow down. "People are starting to ask when you're getting here..."

"Not fuckin' goin'," Katsuki's sweat drips from his brow onto your chest, and all of a sudden, you're aware of how painfully close you are, but hold back in fear of making too much noise. Izuku sighs through the phone, and you can feel his disappointment from here.

"I—Kacchan, you can't just opt out of these things, you know," Izuku says, echoing your words from earlier. "Mandatory means you have to attend."

"Yeah, well, I got better shit to do, Deku," the ash-blond spits, though he's grinning like the devil because the asshole knows you're close, he can just tell at this point, and you hate how well he knows your body.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to go, Kacchan!" The pro-hero shrills, voice peaking out of pure frustration. "This is mandatory. As in, M-A-N-D-A-T—"

Katsuki hangs up.

"Why is everyone so goddamn mouthy these days?" He grunts, primarily to himself, and somehow you have the will to giggle. Katsuki's eyebrows furrow as you tighten around him, spurred when the head of his cock nudges the perfect spot, and his nails start to tear into what's left of your stockings as he shudders, "I—fuck baby, I'm gonna cum."

"What? Being on the phone with Izuku got you all riled up or something?" You jest breathily, and Katsuki growls, slapping your outer thigh.

"Don't fuckin' bring the nerd up right now," he wheezes, and you resist the urge to quip back—mainly because you're close yourself. You reach to pull Katsuki's hair again and his hips stutter, eyes fluttering with a breathy moan as he finally fills you up, keening over to dig his teeth into your neck. And his orgasm is only the catalyst for your own, thumping your hands against his chest as your body ignites like a live wire, toes curling and eyes screwed shut.

Katsuki stays seated in you as he catches his breath, head resting on the cool mirror with his ash-blond hair mattes brown to his forehead. He's always uncharacteristically soft while basking in his afterglow, face and chest flushed bright red from exertion as his eyes soften in a way he rarely lets them.

"You good?" He pants, chest still heaving as he blinks down at your exhausted figure. Somehow, you find the energy to nod.

"I don't feel like leaving anymore, though," you declare towards the ceiling. Katsuki clicks his tongue.

"Was hopin' you'd say that," he says gruffly—you narrow your eyes but bite your tongue. "Wanna watch a movie?"

A movie doesn't sound...bad.

You sigh in defeat (again), though jolting when Katsuki's phone rings. He quickly presses red, and 9 missed calls from shitty fucking deku is the first notification on his home screen. You two share a look—the ash-blond shrugs.

"What? I told the fucker I had better shit to do."

wrote this for a friends bday and i was like,,,i guess i could put it here too...

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #bakugou smut #bnha smut #mha smut #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x reader

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tsukishumai · 3 years ago

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pairing: Bokuto Kotaro x gn!reader

summary: whoever said being adult was fun obviously never had bills to pay. so when Akaashi offers up a way to earn cash fast, you jump at the opportunity. except, you never thought you’d find yourself modeling in your underwear... least of all with Bokuto Kotaro

wc; 3k+

tags; fluff, humor, college au, mentions of very slight nudity

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

If anyone else other than Akaashi offered you this position, you would probably punch them right in the face.

Maybe he considers this payback for all the times he’s had to listen to you whine about your problems during your shared shifts at the cafe, or maybe this truly was his own sadistic way of attempting to provide support.

“Okay, so I know a way you can make easy money,” he started, and already those words should have sent alarm bells ringing in your head, but this was Akaashi. You’ve only really known him for a short time, but already you knew he wouldn’t lead you astray.

But really, the electronic shop five blocks from campus told you it would cost 55000 yen to repair your laptop monitor, so you weren’t exactly in a position to be picky.

You had also been complaining to him for the past forty minutes -- about the broken laptop, the leaking faucet in your apartment, the textbook that cost you more than your groceries for the past month, the two hours of sleep you got last night, and your paychecks that were all but depleted once the bills were paid. He remained tightlipped throughout your whole tirade, so you suppose the least you could do was hear him out.

“You’re not trying to sell my kidneys, right…” You mumble sarcastically, but you tilt your head to him anyway to show you were listening.

“No, sadly, it’s not quite the season for kidneys yet,” Akaashi delivers in a flat tone, “So you’re just going to have to deal with modeling.”

“Modeling?” Your reaction was harsh and loud, and you flinched away from the piercing glares of cafe regulars trying to study in peace.

Akaashi smirks as he wipes down the steamer before replying, “Don’t worry, it’s not the kind of modeling you’re thinking.”

Your mouth dropped, and you raised an eyebrow as you crossed your arms, scoffing at Akaashi incredulously.

“Are you trying to send me to a nudie shoot?!” you whisper in almost-mock offense, but now a part of you was a little worried that your favorite coworker was a secret pervert.

To your utter relief, Akaashi just laughs. “God, no. Well, I guess, kind of?”

At this point, your head was beginning to spin. “What do you mean kind of? Just spit it out already, Akaashi.”

Akaashi finally finishes cleaning off the coffee machine just as you finished replenishing the pastry displays, and in an unusual lull in customers, he’s able to lean against the bar and give you his undivided attention.

“My art professor pays the models for her figure drawing class a pretty decent amount of money, I think,” Akaashi tells you, and your eyes begin to sparkle. “She mentioned a couple of slots being open.”

“Really?” your interest was immediately piqued, “How much money?”

Akaashi shrugs. “Enough to strike at least one problem off your list, probably.”

That was all you needed to hear. Akaashi had given you his professor’s contact information, and you sent her an email the second you had clocked out of your shift.

Professor Nobuta was a kind woman who emailed you back with such haste, you could feel her desperation matching yours. She was candid during the entirety of your exchange, saying that her usual model had dropped out last minute and there was a spot in her class tomorrow that she needed to fill as soon as possible. Lucky for both of you, you were actually available, and details were exchanged swiftly.

As you read over the requirements, your eyes roved over two words in a section of the email that made your eyes bulge out of your head.

Semi Nude.

You blinked once. Then twice.

You had already formulated a kind rejection in your mind, ready to type your response when another section caught your eye. You inwardly groaned, dropping your head into your hands.

She was offering you almost as much as two shifts at the cafe.

That, alone, was enough to convince you, but the look of relief on Professor Nobuta’s face when you walked through the doors of her classroom was confirmation you made the right decision.

The seats around the classroom were nearly all filled, some students preparing their materials across their desks, and others sitting back and scrolling through their phones. The whirring of the A/C had filled the room with white noise, and you take notice of the two empty stools in the middle of the room.

“Thank you so much for signing up, L/N-san,” Professor Nobuta bowed profusely, and she gestured to a table for you to leave your things. “We’re still waiting on the other model, so take your time, and have a seat on the stool when you’re ready.”

You nodded in acknowledgement, and Professor Nobuta makes her way back to her desk. You briefly wonder if she was going to point you in the direction of a changing room, but realized the redundancy when everyone in the room was meant to stare at your half naked body anyway.

You begrudgingly peeled off your clothes, folding them neatly before placing them in a pile on the table. Your footsteps made hardly any noise as you walked across the room, desperately trying hard to act nonchalant.

Just as you took a seat in one of the empty stools, you heard someone pull the door open and loudly clamber inside.

“Ahh, welcome back, Bokuto-san!”

Your eyes widened at the name the professer had just yelled across the room. You brace yourself as you quickly whip your head around, and standing by the door sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck was Bokuto Kotaro.

Student Athlete, Volleyball Star, Most Wanted Bachelor Bokuto Kotaro smiled brightly as he skipped to the table your items were placed, apologizing profusely for being late. All eyes followed him like moths, and Bokuto was the bright flame. Everyone knew him, and you often saw him walking across the quad, always greeting at least twenty people on the way.

You could hardly hear what Professor Nobuta was saying to him, and you were now unabashedly staring as Bokuto began to strip out of his clothes.

Bokuto was built like a marble statue -- hard lines that traveled across his chest and traced his abs must have been painstakingly carved with the utmost care by a masterful artist, and every movement he made created new shapes along his muscled body. You found yourself instantly wishing you had even an ounce of artistic talent, because it was no doubt that Bokuto was every figure artists’ dream.

All at once, your vision was filled with gold and a sweet smile, and too late did you realize you had just been caught staring. Bokuto’s eyes don’t leave yours as he stands up straight, and struts over to you in nothing but a pair of nude briefs.

“Alright, everyone, your timed session is about to begin,” Professor Nobuta’s voice had startled you nearly out of your seat, and you turn your head back to face the class, cringing inwardly when you noticed some were smirking at you, “Feel free to request poses from the models, as this will be a graded assignment. We only have an hour and a half, so make the most out of your time.”

You feel your body stiffen as Bokuto takes the empty seat next to you, staying silent when you feel his eyes staring at you. You might have been able to ignore this in another setting, but at the moment, about fifty students were watching him watching you -- eyes flitting up the stage down to their sketchbook as they try to decide where to begin.

Envy coursed through you as the room began to fill with the sounds of graphite scratching against paper, wishing you could switch positions with literally anybody else in the room. You tried to relax your body against the stool, awkwardly attempting to find a natural position for your arms when you were interrupted by a throat clearing.

Your head turns to the side, heat rushing to your face when you see Bokuto smiling at you.

“Hi,” he greets, his voice a direct contrast against the silent concentration filling the room, “I’m Bokuto!”

His knees were bent as he settled his feet on the first ring of the stool. He rests an elbow on his thigh so he can place his chin on the palm of his hand, giving you an expectant look as he waits for your response. You try to avoid the way his chest seemed to bulge even more in this position, but the furious sound of sketching says you weren’t the only one to notice.

“Bokuto Kotaro,” you say his name back, and he pulls his lips back into an even wider smile, “I know.”

You bite your lip when a student from the back requested for you to cross your legs, resting your hand against your thighs. You’re not sure if you’re supposed to be talking, but Professor Nobuta didn't seem to be paying either of you any mind.

He hadn’t said anything to you after that, but the grin remained on his lips as requests begin coming in from students across the class.

They were all fairly simple -- please position your hand like so, could you extend your leg this way, or turn your head that way. The first twenty minutes had been spent doing individual tasks and repositioning, and soon you felt yourself relaxing into your role. Your previous jitters had all but dissolved, and you figured if the rest of the session were to go on like this, then you’d be golden.

Your eyes shift over to Bokuto, who was leaning back with such easy grace, balancing himself with his foot against the footrest. The way his body created such naturally eloquent lines made it seem as if he was born to be a sculpture, to be admired and gazed at, to invoke inspiration and creation. You weren’t sure anyone in this room was even looking at you anymore, with Bokuto acting as if he was the lighthouse in a storm, beckoning all of you to come home.

He turns his head a second too quickly, winking when his eyes meet yours, and for the second time in less than an hour, you realize you’ve just been caught checking him out.

Your dignity was slipping through your fingers like sand, and you clear your throat before turning your attention to a poster on the wall.

From the corner of your eye, you see Professor Nobuta stand from her desk and making her way to a student in the corner. The two whisper among each other, and you watched as the professor consults with other students before nodding her head and turning to the both of you.

“I received a sort of direction from a few students,” she began, beckoning for the both of you to stand, “They were hoping you could do some more intimate poses.”

You balked, nearly choking on the air in our lungs. “I-intimate?”

Professor Nobuto nodded her head enthusiastically, and you exchanged a look with Bokuto.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with — an embrace, hand holding, hands on each other’s face — get creative with it!”

And with that, the professor sits back down on her desk and begins flipping through her phone, and the two of you are left to brace the expectant looks of the art students staring up at you.

“This your first time?” Bokuto asks you gently, a sort of sympathetic look on his face as his eyes study your stiff posture.

“Yeah,” you admit, and he coaxes you towards him with an outstretched hand. You hesitantly place your fingers in his palm, and for a moment, he just stood there. It took a minute for the sounds of rapid sketching to register in your brain, and you realize he’s allowing the class to take note of this pose.

He’s standing directly across from you now, and you can feel his gaze burning trails across your body as he regards you from head to toe. You feel like an ant burning under the beam of a microscope, and you nearly burst into flames when he chuckles.

“Nice peach,” Bokuto comments, and you nearly recoil back in surprise. The last thing you had expected from Bokuto was a comment like that, but then you notice his eyes flick back down to your underwear.

The professor’s email hadn’t included too many rules or requirements. She only included the most important details, such as time, place, pay, dress code, and such. Stated in the dress code, you were allowed to wear undergarments of any neutral color. Today, you had chosen a simple pair of black underwear and figured it was the safest choice.

You hadn’t, however, noticed the large cartoon peach that had gracefully adorned the back of it, complete with a cartoon face that winked sparkles. Now that you were forced to stand, and the entire class got a good view for themselves.

“Thanks,” you deadpan through gritted teeth, “It’s pretty juicy if you asked me.”

Bokuto fails miserably to hide a smirk, but his eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked down at you.

A few minutes (or eternity) later, his hand closes around yours, pulling it up to place against his cheek. He pulls you in by the other wrist, wrapping your arm around his waist as he cups the side of your neck. His other arm wraps almost completely around your middle, and he pulls you flush against his chest.

His body was hard against yours, and you had no doubts he could feel your heart’s hundreds of beats per second. He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, and you hope he doesn’t notice the sheen of sweat beginning to collect on your upper lip.

A fire was bound to be started with how quickly everyone around began to move their pencils, and you heart races when Bokuto absentmindedly draws circles on your skin with his thumb.

He holds you in this embrace for much longer than you anticipated, and the butterflies in your stomach were making you nauseous. His eyes are trained on your face now, the intensity of his stare making you want to shrink back, but you hold your place and return his gaze.

His eyes narrow and squint, eyebrows wiggling as his face scrunches up in thought.

“Do I know you?” Bokuto asks, and it was in this moment where you felt your stomach flip flop into the abyss. It was the one question you had hoped he wouldn’t think to ask you.

Because you did know Bokuto Kotaro, but not in the way everyone else on campus knew him.

You remember clearly the slow, dreary Wednesday morning when Akaashi Keiji asks you the same thing.

“Uh, yeah? Of course, you know me, we’re coworkers,” you replied sarcastically, and Akaashi insists it was more than that.

“You’re hiding something from me,” he simply states, and you inwardly thanked the customer that had walked and interrupted that moment.

But you should have known that Akaashi was not one to let things go, and after being berated the entire shift about how secrets don’t keep friends, you finally confessed.

You were a student at Fukurodani.

Akaashi didn’t believe you. There was no way, how was that possible? He would have recognized you. But you were the year above him, and had actively avoided school sports. Because as much as you would have liked to watch your school’s Nationally Ranked Volleyball Club play and compete with super hot athletes from across the country, there was one glaring reason why you couldn’t.

You had confessed to Bokuto Kotaro in your first year.

And you were soundly, and absolutely rejected.

He had every right to, of course. You were just his classmate, you didn’t even know each other that well, and he needed to focus all his attention on volleyball. It made sense.You know that now.

But to your young heart, it was world ending, soul crushing even, and it took you two years to get over your ridiculous one-sided crush.

Now here you were, standing in front of a group of people in nothing but your underwear, with Bokuto staring at you like a fly caught in a trap.

“No, I don’t think so,” you respond, and Bokuto scoffs.

“You’re a bad liar,” he whispers, and you find yourself grinning.

“How would you know?” You whisper back, “You just met me.”

“No, I definitely know you —“

“Alright, everyone,” Professor Nobuto announces with a smack on her desk, “That about does it for today’s session. Give some thanks to your models!”

You jump back from Bokuto as the class offers a light round of applause. The two of you bow back, and you rush over to the table as the professor approaches Bokuto.

You leave the two of them to chat as you hurriedly put your clothes back on, hoisting your bag up on your shoulder, and nearly falling over putting your shoes on.

“Thank you for today,” Professor Nobuto sneaks up from behind, a smile on her face as she hands you a blank white envelope, “I hope I see your name on the sign up sheet again.”

You offer her a grin as you accept the envelope. “Thank you for the opportunity!”

And with that, you rush out of the stuffy room and make a bee line towards the door.

“Hey, Peaches!” Bokuto’s voice makes you freeze from across the room, and you turn around to see him adorned only his pants. “You never told me your name?”

With a smirk, you put your hand on the handle, walking out the door as you yelled over your shoulder.

“I thought you said you knew me!”

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“That was a trap, wasn’t it,” you accuse Akaashi as soon as you see him again, walking into your shift at the café just as he was about to clock out.

His smile was almost evil, punching out as he gathers his jacket.

“Whatever could you possibly mean, dear coworker,” he replies, and you smack him on the shoulder.

“You had to have known Bokuto was doing that,” you seethe, glaring at Akaashi, “And you knew about… about… you’re dangerous, Akaashi Keiji.”

He laughs, waving you off, “You said you needed help, so I offered help.”

“Oh, you conniving little —“

“Akaashi, you ready?” A familiar voice cuts you, making your head twist towards the door.

A set of white and black streaked hair, a devilish grin, bright twinkling eyes — your nightmare in human form walking in.

His eyes widen as they meet yours from across the room, and he waves a hand in the air as if you could have possibly missed the six foot three volleyball player barely fitting through the door frame.

“Hey, Peaches!” He greets cheerfully, walking and leaning against the counter, “Fancy running into you here.”

“Peaches?” Akaashi asks, and your eyes shoot him a nasty glare.

“I work here,” you reply, and Bokuto’s eyes widen.

“Akaashi, why wouldn’t you tell me you have such a cutie for a coworker?!” He demands of his best friend, who simply rolls his eyes and heads out the door.

“Let’s go, Bokuto-san!”

“Akaashi! Hey, wait,” Bokuto runs one step to the door but stops and turns back, “If I come back tomorrow, you gonna tell me your name then?”

You laugh. “I don’t work tomorrow.”

“I’ll ask Akaashi for your schedule then!” He screams as he runs out the door.

The smile on your face stayed on for the rest of your shift.

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luwha · 3 years ago

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First, thank you everyone, especially my commissioners, for the patience with these last days. I had little time to work, and who knows me know it makes a difference on my schedule, and for that i apologize!

I'll be able to return full speed tomorrow night!

I spent three days without working, and tomorrow i'll be evaluating the new construction worker that will *fix* the mess caused by the previous one.

To illustrate the extent, the house currently has no windows, not even a front door. No toilets either.

Like. Hell.

ANYWAY The previous one was paid in full for the service, which he didn't deliver 40% of it. The schedule given by him, on november's first, was around 20 days.

It's not finished, we're on february 18.

So yeah that was a mess. He is still to return around 20% of the total value... in which i end in negatives, because he was supposed to return 40. If taken to justice, knowing my country, it'll take AT LEAST six months for me to get hands on crumbs.

So... if he doesn't pay the 20% the only option- - is suing. But to that, i will have no money to finish it, so i'll have a house deteriorating and other things exposed to the environment (cuz ceilings needs FIXING, can u believe)

And... I'll have to hire another personnel to fix it. More costs.

anyway. It's been a mess. Just wanted to let everyone know, because it is... all my savings, you know? It impacts a bit on my working speed and i am already thankful for the patience and confidence given.

I'll do my best to not delay anything, and for sure i'll keep everyone updated.

Thank you! Also, i am on negatives, but i can still manage, so if you'd like, aid someone in more urgent situations!

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hawksugarbaby · 4 years ago

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Todoroki x male reader- Caramel and Honey

Fluff + Au where todoroki rebelled and never became a hero

Todoroki hummed to himself laying out the ingredients in front of him with his mixing bowl in the centre of the counter top, the mix of ingredients in organised lines from first to last except he was missing one ingredient.

It was soon to be your birthday, and todoroki being the gentleman as always was desperate to make you a cake as his local supplier. You deserved it for the kind smile you wore dropping of his orders at the back of the shop and hovering around for a few minutes to talk before disappearing into the wind again driving away in your van with (y/ln) Produce, stamped on the side of the van in big, black cursive.

He took over the shop from his mothers side of the family before she fell ill and had to go to hospital. not wanting anything to do with his disgusting father he chose to stay and manage the store of light pinks and pure whites. He heard your tires pulling up outside on the gravelly path and he opened the door for you to drop off your produce inside on the counters by the door.

"Hey Roki! How's it hanging, making anything special today?" you asked hauling a crate of freshly picked fruit for the season in and dropping it onto the steel top, wiggling under the weight and scooting forward a millimeter. "What do you consider special?" he asked bluntly helping you carry the boxes into the kitchen and put the items in their respective places.

Finally you brought in the cardboard box layered in bubble wrap filled with decorative jars of golden honey pockets of air suspended in the viscous liquid and Todoroki nodded happily in receiving everything he asked for. Sometimes you'd forget the blueberries, or the tea leaves or the bananas grown specially by your quirk. You grabbed a glass of honey flicking the lid open and dipped your finger into the glossy amber tasting it yourself.

"Something special? I would love a rustic honey cake. Just the way mum used to make it with our honey. Not the dumb store bought stuff, the stuff we make ourselves. With the bee's we lovingly care for, for a reason!" you shout but it was muffled by you sucking the honey off of your finger.

Todoroki wiped his chin and cleared his throat "you've got some... there's uh... like a little" you looked up at him and touched your chin the sticky threads of honey clinging to your hand. "Shit" you tutted and wiped it away with the heel of your hand getting that just as sticky as the rest of you. "Well this is embarrassing" you sighed and todoroki exhaled quickly, which was close enough to a laugh to make you smile. "Here" he ran a tea towel under the warm tap and wiped it over your chin and pressed it into your hand for you to clean your hands yourself.

He felt his own face light up red and grabbed a cup of blueberries in preparation for the blueberry muffins he would bake today and you blinked a few time's rebooting your brain after the short interaction making you flustered.

You wiped your hands down and neatly folded the towel over the side of the sink and shook your head clearing the busy, buzzing thoughts from your head and drew your eye's away from him focusing on the calendar hanging next to the wall. Delivery, nothing, delivery, nothing, delivery + (y/n) Birthday. You grinned and pointed to the red circle around the familiar number on the calendar and twisted your neck to watch him stir ingredients together into a pale yellow batter.

"You remember my birthday?" you quizzed and he nodded furiously beating the whisked eggs into the mixture and poured in the cup of indigo berries fresh from the bush. "Hey are you busy right now?" Todoroki asked moving on from the topic of your birthday and lifted his eyes from your strong arms he'd seen carry so many boxes of fruit, to your joy filled (e/c) orbs sparkling happily at the prospect of him. HIM. remembering your birthday.

"I can be not busy?" you raise your palms to the popcorn roof and flick out your phone calling a coworker. "Hey Bro, could you perchance come get the van from the Todoroki Bakery and deliver the rest of the products?" you ask and pushed the phone to your ear with your shoulder and mouthed 'frozen fruit' to todoroki and you quirked an eyebrow. He nodded to the bottom drawer.

"No I dropped a crate on my foot carrying the peaches into the shop and It hurts to walk on it I dunno how driving would go" you chuckle nervously and wink to todoroki who just looked back down at his muffins filling the white, paper cases not quite understanding. "No, I know it's so unlike me! But it's okay, Todoroki said he'd give me a lift home but can you just do the rest of the rounds?"

Your brother agreed and you said your bye's on the phone. "I now have the entire day off" you said proudly and leaned your elbows on the counter admiring todoroki's fluffy hair straying further from the style it was originally in while he pushed the baking tray into the oven. "Wait but I should check your foot if you hurt it" he said crouching down and pressing his cold hands against your ankle making you flinch "no I didn't really hurt my foot I just needed to get out of work" you chuckle.

"Oh okay. Will your dad believe that, aren't you supposed to be the big strong son?" Todoroki craned his neck up to look at you still resting with one knee on the floor and the other pulled up like he was going to propose. You lost yourself in your thoughts again imagining that instead of his hand on your foot he was holding out a small grey box with a gleaming band tucked into the cushion.

"Hey what the fuck is this?" your brother laughed at the scene in the kitchen and you whipped your head up to see him leaning against the door frame uncaringly. "Uhh todoroki was checking if my foot was swollen or anything. No evidence of broken bones yet! So you should just get going with the van here are my keys!!" you said hopping over like a professional actor and shoved the keys into his hand. "Mhm i'm sure that's what it was. OUTSIDE!" he shouted at you pulling you round the corner clipping your arm on the wooden pallets leaning against the wall out back scraping up inside your elbow.

"Hey what the hell, that hurt!" you shouted lightly tapping the bleeding scratched that didn't seem to want to stop bleeding. "Look I know you like that todoroki kid but you can't just skip work to spend the day with him!" your brother turned around and looked at your face, mouth agape and eye's furrowed into annoyance and he shrugged "what i'm just being hon-" "ARE YOU BLIND OR STUPID!?" you shouted back thrusting your profusely bleeding forearm in his face.

"Oh shit what! are you feeling okay?" he panicked suddenly drawing Todoroki's attention and he poked his head out the back door. Being the observant boy he was, his eyes went wide and he jogged over to where you were standing and wiped the blood away with the already honey covered tea towel but the crimson immediately started pouring out again. "He needs an ambulance" the dual haired baker tightly wrapped the tea towel around your arm which was quickly soaked in red.

You moaned in pain and annoyance feeling your head spin. "What could he have cut his arm on?" your brother asked and you held your hand out in front of his face snapping your fingers closed against your thumb shutting him up. "There's a huge fucking rusty nail... on the pallet you dragged me past you dickhead" you huffed. The ground span and swayed around you and the brightness in your vision was turned down so you could barely see the outlines of the boys surrounding you.

And then you were on the floor.

And then you were in the hospital. Staring at the white plaster ceiling at midnight with no one by your side. "Huh" you hummed and checked your phone hissing at the brightness lashing the dark hospital room.

todoroki was in the shop with a bowl and cake pan next to him. The jar of honey you scooped from open and his phone laying open waiting for your answer to his text.

You replied to the questions he asked and Todoroki's phone buzzed on the steel countertop and he perked up immediately reaching for the electronic, slowly running out of battery.

Roki 💖🍰

Hey are you okay?

Fri 12:18

Do you like pistachios?

Oh also raisins, do you like raisins?

Probably not, no one likes raisins

I like raisins...

Anyway. Text me when you see this

Fri 18:35

Roki 💖🍰

I hope you wake up.

I wasn't supposed to get a delivery from you today

But I wish I was cause I like seeing you

You make my heart feel... weird.

Good weird

Sat 8:44

Still don't know if you like raisins and pistachios

Sat 12:27

Roki 💖🍰

It's your birthday tomorrow you know.

Sorry I didn't text yesterday but you were sleeping anyway

How can you catch tetanus so quickly

It's supposed to take 4 days dumbass.

You got it in like 1. You fainted because of the blood btw

Mon 13:21

Please just wake up for your birthday.

I have something special for you

But I need to know if you like pistachios and raisins

Mon 14:56

Roki 💖🍰

Happy Birthday (y/n)

Tue 00:00

You chuckled to yourself at the sweet messages todoroki sent you over the course of the days and glanced at the clock. "I wonder if he's still awake" you croaked and wiped your eyes from sleep then yawned filling your waterline with unnecessary tears.

Bumblebee 🍯

Hey Roki. I'm up

I like/don't like pistachios

And I like/don't like raisins

Sorry for worrying you. Promise I won't get anymore tetanus

I'm going back to sleep

Come visit tomorrow

today*

Sent

Tue 4:13

"You better not be awake dumbass" you mumbled and turned over on your pillow burying your face into the uncomfortable pancake for your head.

Seen

Tue 4:15

The baker smiled and finally started working on his surprise for you chopping his toppings and thinly slicing/ throwing away his toasted pistachios and crunching on a few raisins while working.

At 2pm he walked in and went to visit you with his surprise balancing carefully in your hand. He carefully tiptoed to your bedside and pushed your side slightly. You snorted and rolled over, opening your eye's to an amused todoroki settling himself into the chair next to your bed. "Something smells great" you muttered pushing your face back into the pillow and smiling. "Thank you for visiting" you muffled and todoroki chuckled nodding.

"Happy birthday" he smiled pulling the foil off of the top of your surprise. You peaked your eyes open and sat up smiling brightly. "I didn't know how your mum made it but I made my own recipe" he scratched the back of his head and moved to sit next to you on the mattress. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek lightly before you could take off the handheld slice you were slowly lifting to your mouth.

"My heart feels weird around you" he sighed and thumped his forehead against your shoulder and you snickered, taking a soft bite of the sticky, nostalgic cake in your grasp. "I know. Thank you for the little updates by the way, very sweet of you" you emphasised the sweet as a pun on the honey cake but of course, it flew over todoroki's head. "But yeah. Thank you for the cake it's delicious" you complimented and leaned your head on his. "Can I go back to sleep now?" you joked and he smiled and pressed you down by your hard chest and lay on top of you. "Just don't sleep for 4 days again" he mumbled nestling into your t'shirt.

You stared down at the parting in his hair with huge, round eye's and put your hands on his back, grasping them together in a hug-ish type thing. "Okay"

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mirtiell · 3 years ago

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Valentine day <3

...a short message sent to you by a lived one, full of love and fluff...

i. Itto

Morning sunshine !

I know i'm kinda late at this, but for my defense the kamisato's man challenged me and i can't just refuse y'know? anyway, the firework lady helped me with the writing and stuff, she said 'you can't spell proprely blah blah..' like me? the numero uno itto can't spell? she needs glasses, i know how to do anything! oh um, right i was supposed to write you a letter, my bad. so, um, i kinda forget what i was going at, but i do remember wanting to ask you out to onikabuto, romantic right? i know i know, but...the firework lady said that's not romantic, so instead, i'm taking you out to dinner! you can order anything! i wanna have some fun with you!

-arataki numero uno itto!

ps; your paying right?

ii. ayato

to my dearest,

i'm sorry to send you this letter at such late hours, but alas, a commisioner duty is rather time consuming. although the day has passed, i hope i can take you out on a stroll somewhere in chinju forest or perhaps in ritou, anywhere you like. the walk may be short, but i'll be sure to make it worth it. if you wish, i can try and make some food myself, although i have a suspicion thoma won't let me cook anything by myself. a shame, i wanted you to taste something made by me as an apology, so i hope this will compensate. even by a little.

-sincerly, kamisato ayato.

iii. thoma

Good morning to you!

I know i haven't been with you for a while, and i'm at fault for that. if it wasn't for the lord requesting me to deliver a letter to his partner, i would have forgotten! thanks to miss kamistao, i can have two days off. and of course i'm taking your advise and not work like i usually do, instead i'm spending the next two days making up for the past week, we can go anywhere you like! or do anything you want, if you want to stay inside or go out, it's fine by me! i want to make it your day, so i'll stop by tomorrow!

- with love, thoma.

iv. ayaka

to my lovely s/o,

i hope this letter reaches you in time, i'm sorry to have been busy for the last few days, i tried to finish everything as fast as i could so i can spend time with you, but it seems this plan backfired... i hope i can still make it up to you, traveller hepled me with today's gift, i'm do not have enough experience with valentine day, as i haven't have anyone to spend it with. but i have you now, and i want to put all the effort i have and beyond. when you'll open the letter, you'll find some flowers, a favorites of yours, and with the letter, some chocolate will be delivered. truth be told, i was the one that made them, of course with the help of both thoma and traveller. i wanted to give you something more, but i didn't know what, and i feared to disappoint you. so i took traveller's advises, and like they said 'do it like the norms', although i didn't understand what it means, i did know i just have to follow my heart...was it not what it means?

-by yours, k.ayaka.

v. yoimiya

good morning ! How are you? me not so, that 'itto' guy came to me saying i should help him with writing a letter to his sunshine, he gave me a headache. let's not talk about him shall we? i feel like having another ache just talking about him. so you know how valentine's work, right? well i made a special show just for you! Its a secret of what it is, but to give you a clue, it's something i'm good at! and something you like too! so here's the plan, the two of us, tonight, near the little montaigne we went with traveller! just the two of us, it'll be fantastic , i just know it!

-with love, n. Yoimiya <3

Note; next up is gorou kokomi and kujou sara!

#'💌— valentine day 2022 —💌#genshin #ayaka #kamisato ayato #thoma #yoimiya #itto #📁— archive

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we-dragons · 3 years ago

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I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 5 Damian x reader

Pulled away to another world, Y/N uses magic science and a Little bird to help her get back home and possibly be rid of an apocalyptic event. "So, will you succumb to your doubts completely or step into the sun of this new world?"

" A few days, but I didn't expect the entire week, thank god for Molly." The emotional stress I had felt in the beginning influenced the behavior of the scales on my skin it took more hot water and hydrogen peroxide than I had originally would have needed. Even after all that, my skin was turned ashen and my breath was so shallow that Nightmare could lap from it as if it was his water bowl. The scales I have removed were not ready for healing uses yet, at least not for another three days. Nightmare had remained at my side barely even moving from his spot curled up on the pillow next to mine, the only time he moved is when Molly came over. Molly would drop off the homework, she told me she took the written project to Damian and he was ready to deliver it when it was due in 10 days from now. Molly would come by every day at 4, made sure I and Nightmare ate and rested well, told me about herself self and left. And I thank god I'm feeling better after all of that.

Today was Friday and I still wasn't feeling the best even after she left, Nightmare crawled up onto my lap while I had sat on the couch watching the news. I never liked watching the news but considering that I had an unexpected visitor I had hoped to find out more. I'm not disappointed, Vigilanties that appear in Gotham with the exception of Nightwing who occasionally visited from Blüdhaven the sister city of Gotham, and the character Red Hood an anti-hero who fights for his own needs, he arrived in Gotham a few years ago and became a crime fighter. Then there were the other three, Red robin seen with the dynamic duo Batman and Robin, seen all over Gotham. All of them well known and on the news constantly in a large group even that fight bad guys of all sorts a from a clown, to plant creatures and more.

"Wow their just like them." I feel a wave of nostalgia float over me, I remember what it was like at home. In Minnesota. With the tall evergreens and the marvelous lilacs that mom would grow in our backyard, my family, and friends. Everything at least before all the drama in New York happened. "Dear God, I'm becoming an over-sentimental sad sack I can't think of them now, not yet." I get up from my seat to head to the kitchen Nightmare jumping off me when I hear a knock from my balcony. I continue my walk to the kitchen to peer out at it, I didn't see anything there even so I open it. Nightmare runs out before me hissing at something on the left.

"Nightmare what are you-Oh...." Robin stares at me from the railing of the balcony. He's leaning back on it a scornful look upon his face. Confusion settles in me as I just stare at him.

"Are you sick?" He asks walking to me while doing so.

"Y-yeah I was out too long in the rain." He stops just in front of me.

"Don't you bring an umbrella with you?"

"Not that day," I clear my throat a little. "why are you here?" He pauses as if coming up with the reason shocks even himself. He arches his arm back behind his back, slowly moving his arm out.

"My box! So you did take it," I exclaim grabbing the box tenderly opeining the lid, I smile sadly looking at the glinting scales inside the box. " did they help you." I look back up, his faces move to confusion.

"I stole them from you and you're asking me if they helped me?"

"Well, you also needed it more than me, and I can see it did wonders. Your up and running again." I start hacking for a strait minute and grab onto the railing. I look up to the door moving to pick up Nightmare. "Would you like to come in for some tea," NIghtmare squirms in my arms jumping out when I enter the kitchen from the balcony. I open the cupboard and pull out the only three kinds of tea I have, setting aside the box with the X on it. "There's peppermint, cinnamon chai, and pumpkin if your interested." He stares at me from the entryway.

"No thank you," He says " I need to leave, I wasn't supposed to be here anyway." I set the pot on the stove anyway and pull out the pumpkin tea and my favorite mug with Arab henna designs decorating even the inside. I look back to the outside, he is still standing in the entryway shifting uncomfortably.

"You Know, the fact that you haven't left yet contradicts your own words, Robin." I pour the hot water over my tea while I wait for him to answer. He stirs slightly moving back and forth on his feet.

"I'll come back tomorrow," I spit out my tea.

"What didn't you say you weren't supposed to be here?"

He shrugs pulling a grappling hook from his belt and swang off. If I wasn't feeling so sick and had just spat out some tea causing me to cough some more, I would have gone after him. I just stared out through the night air as the familiar feeling of dread washed over me, I close the door to the outside and look at the box. NIghtmare gave me a look moving the box and pawing the X on the top.

"We can't call him yet, didn't you hear, their back. If I call him now it compromises everything they have worked for," I pick up the box and move over to the couch, Nightmare followed suit, we both laid down, me clutching the box. "We can't do anything yet anyway, it violates the treaty. We have to wait for the first kill."

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True to his word he came back, he arrived sometime after Molly left, I don't know exactly when he arrived but I know it wasn't long. It was 2 pm when Molly forced meds in my mouth and put me to sleep. It was 2:40 when I heard him clatter in my kitchen nearly killing him with the broom. He was making tea he brought, he told me that he said it works for sore throats, even though it's just lemon juice, water, and honey.

" You realize this is twice you have broken and entered into my home right?" He tsked crossing his arms from his where he is seated across from me.

"The first time was not on purpose."

"I mean you did break my window."

"I crashed through it."

"Pretty sure that there was broken glass I had to pull out of you and sweep off my floor." I laugh for a little bit while he grunts in his seat in front of me.

"Hey why are you here anyway, You dropped off my box, you're healed up why are you back?"

He moves forward resting his arms on the table. "what do you know about the Crows?"

My mug shatters the pieces scattered on the floor, my hands are shaking and that feeling of dread washes over me again.

"Oops sorry, my hands must have slipped even as I'm feeling better I see I didn't recover all my strength, haha..." I stand up to get the broom.

"They killed three people that day," I froze turning to Nightmare who was resting on the counter, his ears are folded back, his hair also standing on end." six were maimed they were monsters that said their names in the third person. They said they are looking for 'the scaled one' and I believe they are looking for you." The air becomes cold around us to a literal point where I can see my breath.

"They drew first blood," The words finally sink in my fears had manifested themselves, I know that I should have guessed it when I saw him but I had hoped they weren't going to be in physical form yet. I rush to my closet pull another box out from the top, a black box big enough to hold a dress, bearing the same markings as the smaller one. I bring it to the table Robin and I are seated at and set it down pulling off the top.

"How much do you know about The Crows already?" I begin pulling out the things inside one by one, recalling their names and what they are for, looking for my com piece.

"That's what I'm asking you, what is all this?"

"They come from an interdimensional planetary void, The Crow where once a proud and advance society until the gave up their freedom for more knowledge, Jal-sein holds their control now. They are dangerous and they are after the very thing that nearly killed everyone on my earth. Ah! Found it!" I move to my living room pushing away my coffee table setting it on the ground making sure there is enough space. Robin had moved up from the kitchen a worried look set on his face.

"What is Jal-sein? What is this other earth aren't you from Minnesota?"

"Yep but here's the thing," I press the silver X on the com and it starts calling, lights flicker in the room from the device as the figure forms."I'm from another dimension actually."

The figure in the holographic com finalizes and I smile at the old man I see.

"Hello Y/N, I suppose they have found you then? It good to see you even in such circumstances?" His voice is grim and shallow, he sounds older than usual and his head is covered with a silver helmet with tubes coming from it.

"Yes, they have, It"s good to see you, Professor X."

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cumbercookiebatchs · 4 years ago

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When she threw open the apartment door and hollered out in her usual manner, "Papa, the people in my class are fools who spew bourgeois propaganda and I don't know how to—" she didn't expect she would be hastily shushed by a voice she knew for sure didn't belong to her Papa, but to another man who usually didn't appear at their home without their knowledge. Or, well, at least, her knowledge; there was still the matter of that time she had invited the art gallery curator over for dinner without first telling her Papa, which resulted in her very flustered and embarassed Papa opening up the door unpreparedly to a fully suited Grantaire while he himself was clad in his kitten-pajamas, an incident for which her Papa still hasn't forgiven her for. Marianne doesn't really see why; clearly Grantaire was completely enamoured by the whole look, if anything.

But dragging her attention back to the present situation, she watched as her Papa's boyfriend (and wasn't that a bit odd to think about—it wasn't as if she was opposed to him dating, or opposed at all to him dating the gallery curator, considering it was her who pulled the two together—it was just a bit of a jolt to see him hold another's hand or smile when talking of someone romantically—he was her father, so she supposed it had something to do with that, though another part of her suspected it was just the way she still held that little bit of concern from his separation from his dick-of-an-ex all those years ago while she was still a baby—a girl's going to fret a little for her father, right?) ease himself back against the cushions of the couch without waking her slumbering Papa slumped on his chest and perched on his lap (which—once again—was a bit odd to see, considering for many years it was her who had fallen asleep in her Papa's lap, and with a very different kind of love behind the action.) She raised an eyebrow.

"Not that I'm discouraging you from coming over or telling you to stay away or anything, but what are you doing here?" she whispered, mindful of her Papa's sleeping state.

Grantaire glanced down and carded a gentle hand through her Papa's golden curls. "He had a...bit of a day," he replied, equally as quiet.

Marianne frowned. "But he was working from home today." When she realized what must have happened, she swore, and it was a testament to how much she liked Grantaire when he didn't even bat an eye. "I didn't think the work at the firm was getting to be this bad."

Grantaire looked grave. "Bad enough if it warranted the kind of anxiety attack he had when he called me over." He peered down, mouth turning down to a concerned frown for a moment before he pressed a kiss to the top of her Papa's head, something which made her smile, though she dared not do it too largely. She still had the part to play of the daughter disgusted with parental PDA, after all.

One matter, however... "Wait, how did you even get off of work to get here?"

His eyes flashed up to her's. "Renovations, remember? Gallery's closed for three weeks cause of it."

Oh right, the renovations. The memory of having been told of it did come to mind, and even if it didn't, she should have been able to figure it our based on the hoodie and sweatpants the man donned, so opposite the sharp suits he would usually wear for his job. Honestly, how very convenient. Though, she didn't doubt the fact that even if he wasn't off work right now—or at least, off work at the actual gallery, considering she had spent one too many of his infamous rambles listening to him complain of all the work he has to get done at home—he still would have rushed to help her Papa.

Which, at the end of the day, is truly what wins her over once and for all. Smiling, she thinks a little before saying, "You're a good guy, Grantaire."

The upturn of Grantaire's mouth was bright especially in the evening light. He moved to sit up on the edge of the seat, but that was the moment her Papa endeavoured to shift on Grantaire's lap, letting a little sniffle and burrowing deeper into the man's chest, prompting him to freeze and recline back on the couch oncemore instead.

"So," he whispered once he made sure her Papa was settled once more, "I have the approval of the hard-to-win-over-child, then?"

She rolled her eyes. "I never disapproved of you. In fact, I approved of you way before. I'm the one who called you for dinner."

Grantaire smirked. "Maybe. But you kind of have this intense stare to you—kind of like your dad here."

She rolled her eyes once more; her Papa fanboyed over her Uncle Feuilly, there wasn't much fierceness there. "Whatever."

They both fell in a comfortable silence, punctuated at times only by their breaths and what sounded like her Papa's sighs as he would shift and cling closer to Grantaire every so often, a soft look gracing Grantaire's features as he did so. Now, she thought, was fit to proceed into her own room and leave Grantaire and her Papa be, but before she could do so, Grantaire cleared his throat, calling for her attention. With the utmost tried casualty, he said, "I was thinking of taking your father to the Pont des Arts and maybe getting a bit of coffee and..." he trailed off.

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you asking me for permission?"

He looked a bit sheepish. "No. Yes. I don't know, I've never done this before."

"Did you miss the fact that I was the one who asked you over to dinner? I have no problems."

The relief on Grantaire's face was evident.

"That is," she continued. "If he says yes. His word is more important here."

Grantaire nodded hastily. "Yeah, right, of course."

She smirked. "Just have him back by ten." The words caused a rush of adrenaline through her. Damn, she never thought she would ever get to say that about her father.

Chuckling, Grantaire gave her as best a salute he could with his arms wrapped around her Papa and repiled "Yes, ma'am."

Turning, she moved to head to her room at last before one more thought struck her and she turned once more with a devious smile. "By the way, do you think I should clear out for the night?"

Grantaire blinked. "What?"

"I mean I could head over to Uncle Combeferre and Uncle Courf's place, they always let me sleep over if I want."

"I don't know what you're asking," Grantaire said, but the faint blush on his stubbled cheeks knew that that wasn't truly the case.

Her smile grew even more wicked. "Yes you do, I'm asking whether or not you're going to have sex tomorrow."

At this, Grantaire thoroughly coloured red, and he sputtered so badly he didn't notice the man on his lap shifting until he opened his eyes.

"Is that anyway to talk about your Papa?" her Papa asked drowsily as he yawned and craned his head to look at her.

"Oh please," she said, "I'm quite disgusted, but I've gotta know, don't I? I don't wanna be here for it."

"Well in that case," her Papa yawned once more and turned his head to burrow back into Grantaire's chest, "head over to Bahorel's place, Ferre and Courf are at an exhibit at the museum."

Grantaire looked down at her Papa in alarm. "Enjolras."

He peered up at him sleepily. "What?" He stretched up a bit to give him a quick peck on the lips, to which Marianne let out a slight noise of disgust. "Did I say something wrong?"

The red in Grantaire's face simply would not fade away. "Well, I, uh..."

Her Papa hummed. "I didn't think so either." The kiss he delivered now was no quick peck--slow and deep, her Papa winding his arms around Grantaire's neck as his boyfriend pulled him closer—and certainly not anything she needed to see either.

"Papa, no, shit you can't wait for me to leave. What, do you want me to leave for tonight as well?"

Her Papa only broke off to say, "Watch your language." He delivered one kiss more before saying, "No, Grantaire was just about to leave anyways, and I have to help you with your discussion skills to help your class understand that they're spreading bourgeois propaganda and how to prevent that, isn't that right, Grantaire?"

Now, Marianna personally would have been offended if someone were trying to kick her out like that, but perhaps in this moment, it was more of a bail-out for Grantaire rather than a boot-out considering how flustered he seemed at the moment with the two.

"Right, I'll, uh, I'll just." He walked over to the door, her Papa following close behind. "I'll just—"

Her Papa stretched up on his toes to give him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Bye, Grantaire."

Grantaire looked down at him, a grin spreading across his face as he, unaware, reached a hand to his cheeks where her Papa's lips had brushed only a moment ago. "Yeah, bye."

Marianne groaned. "Gosh, save it for tomorrow!"

THEY'RE SO CUTE!!!!

#screams into the void #THANK YOU I LOVED THIS #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#PERFECT #MORE PLEASE #Amazing #Enjoltaire #Lovely anon #Enjoltaire fic #I loooooooove

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ggreactionsandscenarios · 4 years ago

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Rosé x Reader

Not enough ⛈

Requested

Here you were again, standing in the heavy crowd trying to see the tiniest bit of your girlfriend on stage. But watching her didn't feel that good anymore, not that your girlfriend was singing any less good than usually but the more you watched her on stage the more you felt like shit.

When you look at her singing and shining like a star you couldn't help but feel that you weren't good enough to be with her, that you didn't deserve her.

Sometimes you wondered what your relationship with Rosé would look like if you were an idol like her. You thought about becoming one yourself many times but you doubt you could make it like you doubt it could change anything.

If you were an idol maybe you could officially be with her, after almost three years it would be great. Nevermind you weren't talented enough anyway so you better stop thinking about it like it was even possible.

You decided to go home before the end of her concert, feeling too down to continue to fight in order to see your girlfriend. You'll see her tomorrow since she's staying at her house tonight.

You didn't sleep well, you needed to talk to Rosé about your relationship. After three years you still weren't able to live completely together because of her fans even though you were trying to have a child.

You weren't understanding much nowadays, how could you be able to form a family without even being a couple most of the time ? You had time to think about it and were going to tell her about your idea of becoming an idol. It could possibly resolve all your problems.

When she arrived you immediately knew that something was up.

"I have something to tell you..."

You sat on the couch with her, waiting for the news she was about to deliver.

She was cut off by your phone ringtone right before she speaks, she was about to tell you not to pick up but you already did seeing it was your bestfriend Lisa.

"What's up ?"

"Did you see it ?"

"I'm doing fine thanks for asking, saw what ?"

"Chaeyoung is dating Jaehyun."

You froze, your eyes travelling from nowhere to your girlfriend's eyes. It was true.

"Tell me it's not true."

"Y/N ... I didn't have the choice the managers thought it would make great publicity for my new song.."

You hung up with Lisa, concentrating on your 'girlfriend'. You didn't even knew what to say.

"Baby say something please.."

"So now I have the right to say something ? It didn't seem like it until now."

Rosé was now crying.

"So what ? I am supposed to wait for my girlfriend to come home every night after having spent her day with her new 'boyfriend' ?"

"You know it's not like that ! I don't like him this way and you know it."

"Than why didn't you say no ?! Why didn't you say no when you've been in a relation for three years now ?!"

She stay silent just sobbing.

"Do you even really want to have a baby with me ?"

Chaeyoung couldn't speak, her throat aching from crying too hard.

You were not good enough, you knew it and you couldn't stand it. You knew it would happen someday, she would leave you for an idol.

"I'M PREGNANT !"

Rosé finally succeed to speak or rather half scream.

But you didn't hear her, you already had shut the door since a long time ago.

You left.

Here it is, hope you'll like it. If it's not what you wanted do tell me and don't hesitate to give me feedback on what you think about it good or bad. It's been a long time since I wrote sad things so hope it's good enough😅🙂 -Ael

#kpop girls #girl group #blackpink #blackpink scenarios #roseanne park #blackpink roseanne #rosie #rosé blackpink #roséblackpink #rosé #rosé park #chaeyoung #park chaeyoung

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oneusmyeongju · 4 years ago

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On a mission | Oneus (ot6)

Pairing: Reader, RAVN, Leedo, Seoho, Keonhee, Hwanwoong and Xion.

Description: Keonhee being too perfect for this world Y/N began to question herself. And to find the answer, she began to write a plan to find out.

Word count: 4.4K (4453)

Everything began with a simple question.

"Is Keonhee a robot or a human being?"

I don't know why this came to my mind, but it was just a question that got me thinking for several weeks and still got no answer.

I was on my couch, looking at Musik Bank when Oneus appeared, they appeared with their new comeback "To be or not to be". I was just listening and enjoy the music when an idea came to my mind, just as random as the first one.

"Why can't I disguise myself as a make-up artist or something to gain more information?"

Immediately when my question came to my mind I stood up and walk around the living room to think better. I wasn't a spy or something I was just playing around.

And I looked for one more time to the TV and at that moment the camera was zooming on Keonhee's face. And took a paper and a pencil to write my non-fantastic plan on paper to execute the plan.

So at 7:30 A.M sharp, I will be at RBW entrance, with a bag in my hand pretending to be a delivery man saying that Oneus bought food. When I will make sure I am safe in the building without anyone noticing I'm there. I will find out where Oneus practice room is, and I will say I work as a composer but I am new and don't know the building well blah, blah, blah. Then I will take all the information they know without suspicion, then I will be ready to put my plan in function.

I wrote my mission in a text, but easy for me to remember I write at the back of the paper.

1. Enter in RBW, without getting caught, pretending to be a delivery man.

2.When you finally get in Oneus practice room gain information about something you can find your answer (luckily and preferring to be a concert as soon as possible)

I looked one more time to read what I wrote, it sounded risky, and it will impossible to make this without any suspicion on me.

I took a deep breath and close my eyes. I imagine how all this will be working out, and was a pretty well plan. But I am clumsy and luck wouldn't be on my side.

I was trying to stop to think about the plan and without thinking I was going tomorrow at the RBW, pretending to be a delivery man.

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I woke up at 6 A.M to make sure I had enough time to buy all that food. And as I walked somewhere to buy food my mind went blank for a second.

How someone will buy food at 7:30 A.M? I will just go maybe at 10 A.M, is a good time.

I bought all the food it was hamburgers, pizza, cola and ice cream. And instead, to buy a bag of food, I bought two bags.

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I shook my head and took again a deep breath when I was finally at RBW at the front door.

When I was entering, a man who was just about to stop me from entering was saying loud and clear:

"I'm sorry miss but visitors can't enter yet, don't you mind coming never?"

I thought that my plan was already ruined but I raise the bags and said:

"I am not a visitor I was just delivering food to this place. And the address said to come here. Don't you mind letting me in? I am just doing my job."

The man was somehow confused, he looked close to my bags and said:

"Ahhh, I didn't saw the bags. Sorry miss. You can enter."

And he let me in. The first mission COMPLETE and I was about to say "goodbye" when I said in a whisper.

"You better be sorry.", I was just about to take the elevator when the man said:

"You said something just now?"

"No nothing. I was saying goodbye, sir.", I was speaking with a rush voice, but he raises his shoulders and said nothing in return.

And after that, I press the button to go on the first floor. And with my phone in my hand, I just looked at the old Vlive where Xion and Hwanwoong were showing the first floor of the RBW building.

I was just looking but I haven't got enough time to memorise, while I was still in the elevator and when I got off. I was still looking at the Vlive I was intensely watching, trying to figure out where I must go.

Walking and walking for some time, I was just about to ask someone to tell me where Oneus practice room is when I bumped into a person. I got scared and dropped the bags and my phone, hit the floor.

I looked up, and Leedo was there.

That's why I was scared so much, I said in my mind.

But he took the phone and the bags, giving them to me saying that he was sorry, and for a split second, he looked at my phone.

"You are a huge fan, no? I can see on this Vlive you were watching right now."

My mouth was opening and closing in shook and give the bags to him:

"This is for you."

"For me?", Leedo was just saying confused as ever.

"No, not for you for all the members. You plural, not you singular."

"This is tricky", he said while I was just laughing silently at him.

For a second I forgot what I was supposed to do, and trying to remember my plan I said:

"Ahh, and one more thing. I am not a fan. I am a compositor but I got all lost and don't know where I am right now, anyway if I was a fan the security guy wouldn't let me in, riiiiight?"

He was just thinking looking at me blankly and nodded.

"And where you are trying to go?"

"I wanted to meet all the artists and I knew only Oneus, soooo I was just looking to meet the artists who I am going to work with.", these words came into my mind right away, it wasn't true but for Leedo was making sense, and so for me.

And following my plan, Leedo was just making this for me a lot easier than I thought, going me to the Oneus practice room.

But when I got there my hopes went -100%. I didn't think how I was supposed to get the information when I can't speak for no reason.

Everyone was just dancing prepare for maybe a concert. And Leedo with a cheerful and friendly voice was saying to his members:

"I'm back, with someone, is new here so don't be harsh with her".

I walked a few steps behind, making me stop because of the door that was blocking my way.

Everyone was looking at me, waiting for me to speak and introduce myself. And I was trying to keep my cool and trying to speak what was on my mind.

"H... hello. I'm Y/N a...and I am the new compositor. I... I'm looking forward w... working with you."

I didn't know why I was so nervous. Maybe because of my bias Keonhee who was just looking at me. Trying to not make eye contact with him, because I probably faint I looked at others, making random eye contact with Hwanwoong.

I was working hard to gain information, I did all this, I didn't want to quit and leave because of my bias, so I took for the 100th time a deep breath and looked at everyone else except Keonhee.

I was walking into the centre of the room and sat down and everyone does the same thing with some suspicion on their faces.

I was smiling and now was step two, gain as much as information you could.

And without looking at Keonhee I began to speak.

"Sorry, for interrupting your dance practice, but if you all don't mind, can I ask you a question? You have a concert or something?"

After I spoke, the room was filling with silence and RAVN's voice was breaking the awkwardness and the silence that filled the room for 30 seconds.

"Yeah, we have a concert... Somehow. We have a fan meeting. And it's on 27th."

Inside me, I was so happy it was in 3 days the fan meeting, and I can find my answer quickly, but I tried hard not to express myself too much. But I hadn't much time for thinking, because Seoho's voice can be heard.

"Sooooo, you are a composer. Don't you mind showing us, you are a REAL composer? And not some random human who is an nr.1 fan and wanted to gain information because you wanted to do something?"

I was frozen in my place, he didn't know my plan, I thought of it yesterday. It's impossible, and I don't know how to compose some lyrics, now I really wanted to quit. But I looked at Keonhee and shook my head, and my mouth was speaking on its own.

"Sure I can prove it. I AM a real composer."

Everyone was looking at me, they didn't believe me. But I can't give up.

Seoho took a pencil and a blank paper and said:

"You can write about anything. You are going there," and he was pointing to a couch at the corner of the practice room, where there was a table too," and we will prepare for the fan meeting."

I was feeling I was on a test but I go and sit on the couch with the blank paper on my face.

This wasn't according to the plan, but I can't lose now. Seoho believes that I am not a composer, but I will prove him wrong.

I'm not gonna lie, in 15 minutes I was just looking on my paper without writing anything.

And while looking on the wall, a message appears on my phone. And it was just a stupid notification. I looked at my Keonhee wallpaper when suddenly disappear and it was a black screen reflecting my face instead, then I couldn't stop writing.

Leave your phone off a while

Us in the mirror

Just the two of us in this maze

The reflection of you and me in this mirror, mirror, mirror, mirror

It might be heaven's joke

Stuck inside a square frame

Endlessly push and pull

From the darkness above the clouds, you shine light

Phenomenon Phenomenon

Open the doors to this space

Between you and me, me and you

Erase what's not needed

Connect the two, connect the two

Even with time and space against us, you're still my love

You know, 0 and 1, don't wait

I can look at you. I don't care about anyone else

Remember it's only you and me in the mirror

It took me 1 hour but, writing some lyrics was somehow great. I didn't have a chance to say I finished it, because Keonhee took the paper and look at it.

I was nervous, thinking that he wouldn't like it if he found that the inspiration was because of a wallpaper of him that I had on my phone.

He read it out loud and my face was down, blushing. And without interrupting him I listened to Keonhee's voice, so the others.

When he finished it, everyone was surprised looking at me more believable than before, when I entered the first time here.

"You did a great job here Y/N", Keonhee's arm was touching my shoulder, and the only thing I could hear was Seoho's voice making me raise my head, slowly.

"Sorry, for doubting you. But you don't look like a composer to me."

"The same goes for me", said Hwanwoong. "And for everyone, I'm looking forward to working with you, too."

I saw everyone's face, feeling sorry for everything. But I didn't want to see them like this and I began to smile.

"Everyone, don't feel sad. If I was in your place I would do the same. You can use these lyrics for a comeback or something, soon. I will go.", I stood up from my chair, going to the exit door. I was so close to leaving, but Xion's voice kept me for a few seconds.

"I feel sorry, too but for making you feeling better, why don't you come to the fan meeting."

My heart dropped, I was so happy. My mission became easier and easier, thanks to everyone.

I slowly leave the building, with Xion's words in my mind. I wanted to do this, but I slowly wanted to accept that Keonhee is just a human.

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The next day. I was on the same couch on the same spot with the same pen, but with another paper on my coffee table. And I started writing the next plan.

But before, I bought a ticket to the Oneus fan meeting, it was at 3:15 P.M, it wasn't so far away as I thought, so it was again easier for me.

So, I will be at the fan meeting at 3:10 P.M. 5 minutes I will just go to find my seat. Then they begin the fan meeting, and I will be there just sitting in my seat. Then when I am sure they saw me I go to the backstage without any noticing from anyone, and get into the artist room. And when I will go to the artist room. Then I don't know, fill a bucket with water, or just splash him with a bottle or a cup filled up with water. But before I will just make sure that nobody is in my way. Just Keonhee and me, then if he IS a robot I will run and hide where I can, and if he ISN'T a robot probably I would get kicked out and Keonhee will be mad at me, saying to Seoho and everyone that Seoho was right, that I wasn't a composer and hate me, everyone, forever.

I looked at the paper filled up with my writing and the plan was way riskier than I thought. I didn't have a plan to lure the bodyguard, but maybe I would come up with a solution in the case at the right time.

Shortly:

1. I will be at the fan meeting on time.

2.I will sneak up to the backstage when I make sure one member notice me.

3. Splash some water when you and Keonhee are alone.

4.RUN!!!!!!!! Don't get caught.

My head starts hurting when I looked at my plan, but it was worth trying. I hadn't anything to lose. Maybe I will come back kicked out with a restraining order from Oneus, but I wasn't going to meet them again if that happens.

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27.09. I was at the fan meeting at 3 P.M, because I was so nervous and I ended up coming a little early. But the fans didn't wait for a special invitation. When I was entering the room where was taking place the fan meeting. All fans were speaking loudly and everyone was pushing for just a better view.

I looked at my ticket, it was the 10th seat, but I didn't think I will end up fiding my seat at all. It was too crowded.

Trying to find my seat for 15 minutes, but I didn't have a chance to find my seat and I was just standing on my feet. The fans have the vocal cords very strong because my ears wanted to fall off when Oneus was just introducing themselves.

I knew they were excited, but when I met them a few days ago, I wasn't like this. It was just an excitement mixed up with a little fear. And today I felt the same way.

There a lot of fans who were just going to speak with them and getting autographs from them. But I was just looking, with the fans behind me pushed me every second to get a chance.

I was on my feet for like 30 minutes or more, when a crazy fan pushed me too hard and I didn't know what exactly was happening, but I knew I was down on the floor with my right feet hurting me badly.

Good job Y/N.

I said to myself, I wanted to make something but I ended up just hurting myself emotionally and physically.

I heard Leedo raising his voice to his fans.

"Please, To Moons I know you all are very excited and all but I think someone fell, please go back 3 steps, just 3 to make sure everyone's all right."

Fans didn't want to go back from their idols. But they had no choice, Leedo was repeating the same sentence again and again and the other members followed him saying again the same phrase.

They go more than just 3 steps, and my eyes met with everyone else. And they were just frozen in the place like me, making eye contact with everyone, even with Keonhee.

Seoho didn't stay for too long, because he wanted to help me get up as soon as possible.

"Are you all right, if you want we can call the ambulance.", said Seoho with a rush voice.

"I'm ok, don't need to worry.", even if my leg was hurting me I didn't want to quit right now.

Seoho breathes in relief and everyone does the same thing. Fans were somehow jealous of me and Seoho, but they made this not me. They got what they deserve.

Seoho, looked at me and I don't know if he wanted to be safe or not, he just said.

"Y/N, we have some ice bags in backstage in Oneus room, can Keonhee walk you there because I have some autographs to give."

I nodded, and my plan was just going fine.

It wasn't bad after all. The fans contributed to my plan, so I am happy.

Step 3, go to the backstage.

My mission was going to end, but I didn't want to end so soon.

Keonhee said what he was told by his hyung and took me in the backstage making me go into the "Oneus" room.

"It's ok, you can leave now. I'm alright don't need to worry.", I said without thinking twice, without thinking about the plan. I just wanted Keonhee to have fun with his fans.

He stayed silent when he was putting me on the couch, searching for the ice bag.

"We want to be everyone ok. I can't leave, Seoho and Leedo will be making sure that I made what I was told to, so it's not a clever idea."

I can't contradict Keonhee because he knows he's hyungs the best. I'm not here to contradict, I'm here to find out the truth behind Keonhee.

I looked around the room and I can't see something with water to splash Keonhee, so I asked Keonhee:

"Keonhee, I want to drink water, can you tell me where to go?"

"Just stay... I would get the water, for you, just wait a little bit longer."

After some minutes RAVN appeared, running:

"Keonhee, the fans got crazy and everyone is asking about you, I would find the ice bag and you can go there. Keonhee, please!"

Keonhee leaves the room, feeling a bit disappointed. But RAVN found the ice bag so quickly that I didn't had a chance to blink.

"Here, is. Take this and wait when it's over ok?"

I nodded and RAVN disappeared, leaving the room. I put the ice bag on my leg. It hurts so much, I didn't know exactly how my leg was hurting this badly. But after I fell, fans were just ignoring me, step on my right leg, that one who was hurting me from the beginning.

Crazy fans.

The room was filling up with silence and I looked around.

This is my chance, to bring a cup of water.

I said in my mind, but Keonhee said that he would take care of it. I stayed on the couch without moving an inch. When someone was opening the door.

It was Keonhee with a cup of water in his hand. He gave it to me without saying anything. Then leave as fast as he could.

Why everything is in a rush?

I was staying sad because, couldn't make my final mission, the last and only mission. That mission to splash Keonhee in the face.

Keonhee is Keonhee, he wouldn't let me if I ask him nicely, it must be a surprise for him. But he is just too perfect to be a human. That's why I asked that question.

And without doing anything, my mind went to how I became with that question in the first place.

I was in my room with my phone in my hand and I was just scrolling on Instagram when a notification appeared on my screen.

It was from Oneus. The new song "To be or not to be". I listened 10 times, and after that, I was just looking on Youtube to an unboxing to Oneus album "Lived".

I was just looking at the photos when Keonhee's photos appeared by flipping the next page. I take a look closely and without thinking I order myself one album.

After 5 days the package arrived and when I took the album and saw Keonhee's picture, I knew I had to do something. His face, his eyes, his skin, his nose even his lips are too perfect.

But the way he acts when he is not on the stage made me think I was thinking wrong about him.

But the more photos I looked at, the more I was thinking about the question that it was bothering me for several weeks.

"Is Keonhee a robot or a human being?"

That's how all began, it was just a simple story.

But I looked at all my surroundings and saw where I was. A room filled up with make-up with backpacks and mirrors.

What I have done?

That was the only question that I had at that time.

My leg was killing me, it's hurts so much than before, and I wanted to run. But Oneus came.

I was feeling anxious and when I and Keonhee eyes met. I felt sorry for him, before making sudden moves.

Everyone was asking me if I was ok but I repeat the same thing with a forced smile on my face.

I didn't know if they believe me, but my leg didn't want to cooperate with me. They looked at my leg, and I saw that my leg was bigger than my usual leg.

Hwanwoong panicked and was about to call the ambulance.

"I'm fine, don't call the ambulance. Excuse me, I will go home now."

And as I stood up, my legs felt shaky, thought that my legs were about to fall in every second. And I began to leave the room.

When I closed the door. The door began to open again. It was just Keonhee with the cup of water in his hand, that I didn't even take a sip from it.

"You didn't even drink your water", he said while giving me the cup.

I looked at my cup and without a second thought my hand was moving on its own, splashing Keonhee right in his face, and suddenly feeling a lot better I began to run. Trying to get to the exit.

The bodyguard let me go, even if my right leg was about to give up.

I was about to call a taxi when an arm was on my shoulder, I knew who it was. It was the second time he has done this.

"Don't feel sorry, and for a guess, you are not a composer either you wanted to find the answer to your question?"

I looked back and saw Keonhee with the water dripping from his chin. I couldn't hold myself to laugh, so I began to laugh as hard as I could. Keonhee was looking me confused and gave him a thumbs up.

Saying that it was true.

He wasn't mad, he didn't want to make anything. He was just surprised that a fan HAD done something like that.

The sirens become louder and louder. Someone had called the ambulance, then Keonhee said to me, the last sentence he could say:

"Seoho was right, but I can't blame you either. Real or not? I will ask myself the same question if I were you, maybe I've done the same thing. Don't...

He didn't have a chance to finish his sentence. And when the ambulance arrived I had gone on my feet inside to take me to the hospital.

When I entered the ambulance with my corner of the eye I saw the rest of the members looking at me with a happy and bright smile. I smiled back.

When the ambulance was taking Y/N to the hospital, Keonhee with a whispering voice continued.

"Don't be sad. You don't deserve to be sad just for this."

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The next day I was in my bedroom on my desk writing in my journal, everything that happened, with the ending and answering my question.

"Is Keonhee a human being or not?"

Answer: He is a human, and he would ask himself the same question, too.

My leg was in gypsum and didn't hurt me anymore. I took my crutches and began to go into the living room looking at the TV once again.

On the coffee table, I saw the papers I wrote my non so fantastic plan, and in the end, I ended up being somehow friends with him.

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The days passed so fast that I was pretty much used to my old life before the plan. And everything became to go to normal.

When 8 months later I saw something I didn't believe.

Oneus was announcing their 5th mini album and I was in Poland for a week so I missed it. But when I came home I listened to the song everyone was talking about so much.

The title track was "Black Mirror" and from the title, I knew it was something familiar.

I think, it was some weird coincidence, but when I heard the lyrics I knew it was the lyrics I wrote. They made more lyrics to the song, but 30% was my work or something like that. (I'm not good at matemathics.)

I listened to the song with a big and bright smile on my face.

Now every time I hear "Black Mirror" my mind always will be going to the day, when my stupid plan was somehow good. Making me and Keonhee meet each other and be friends at the end of this story.

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individuationfic · 6 years ago

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Seeking to Seize Chapter 21

AO3

The fog is gone.

That’s all Chie can think, staring at the clear blue sky. She didn't’ realize how much she missed it.

She, Yukiko, and Rise have been tasked with escorting Yu home while Kanji, Yosuke, Naoto, and Teddie take Adachi to the police station. Yukiko managed to stop the bleeding and Yu is awake again, but he’s still weak, and he still needs to be patched up. “No cooking!” was Yosuke’s only demand as they dragged him away. “You can help him with anything else but all of you stay out of the kitchen! He’ll never feel better if he eats your food!”

The girls manage to get Yu upstairs and into his bed with only a little difficulty (they’ve been getting stronger in the TV, too), and Yukiko, who’s had to deal with drunk and sick guests before, strips him down to his underwear. Chie feels sick to her stomach when she sees his bloodstained shirt and the nasty scratch on his side, but Yukiko is all business. She sends Rise to the bathroom downstairs for the first aid kit and Chie to get washcloths and a bucket of warm water.

They’ve had to do stuff like this before. Magic can’t heal everything, after all, and they can’t risk going to the hospital with their injuries because their parents would find out. Everyone but Rise, who isn’t combative, and Teddie, who can’t manifest his human form in the TV, will have scars for the rest of their lives.

Chie and Rise step out into the hallway while Yukiko works, and Chie sends Yosuke a text to let him know they got Yu home safe. She wishes she could’ve gone with them—seeing Adachi face the music for herself would’ve been cathartic as hell. But they all know Adachi would be harder to control if the girls went; he was angry and hurt and he would be more liable to lash out if they were there due to his rampant misogyny.

To distract herself, Chie turns to Rise and says, “We should wash those clothes for him when Yukiko’s done in there. Could you take that shirt to Kanji after we get that stain out for him to mend? The jacket, too.”

Rise seems to retreat in on herself. “Uh… I…” She can’t finish what she wants to say.

“Hey.” Chie wraps an arm around Rise’s shoulder and squeezes. “What’s up? We should be celebrating. What’s eating at you?”

As if the words have been waiting to escape her throat, Rise says, “Kanji-kun kissed me the night Nanako-chan almost died, and then he told me he likes me and Naoto-san, and now he wants to talk about it and I don’t know what to do.”

Aaaaand now she’s crying. Crap. Chie exerts a little pressure against Rise’s back with her arm. “How about we go downstairs to talk about this? We don’t wanna distract Yukiko, right? Maybe we can do some practice for tomorrow!”

Still shaking, and with tears in her eyes, Rise nods, and Chie leads her down the stairs.

Yu’s still in no shape for visitors, even after Yukiko’s done with them, so the team decides to postpone their debriefing for another day. Yukiko and Chie walk a teary-eyed Rise back to her grandmother’s shop. They make small talk with the older woman to distract her from her granddaughter’s emotional distress and, out of the corner of her eye, Yukiko sees the calendar on the desk.

December 24.

Christmas Eve.

Heart in her throat, Yukiko decides to give Chie her gift.

They leave the tofu shop and head for the bus stop. The shopping district is pretty empty, considering the date and the fog having disappeared, so Yukiko risks slipping her hand into Chie’s. Chie goes red and squeezes back.

The bus won’t be coming for another ten minutes or so, so they settle against the side of a shop facing towards the road to wait. Chie’s phone buzzes with a text and a delighted smile crosses her face when she reads it. “The police arrested Adachi!” she says. “Yosuke showed them a bruise on his neck from the fight and Adachi admitted to hitting him, so he’s getting charged with at least child abuse. Maybe even assault.”

“Do you think he’ll get charged with the murders?”

Chie squints at her phone. “Naoto seems to think so. The courts are aggressive when it comes to multiple murders, they say. He might even—” Chie stops, face suddenly pale. She takes a deep, gulping breath. “He might even get the death penalty.”

“Oh,” says Yukiko.

On one hand, she feels relieved. The man who organized her kidnapping with the intent for her to die is going to be punished for his crimes, and, if found guilty of everything he did, will never be able to hurt people again. No one else would have to suffer like her and her friends have because of Adachi. But on the other hand,s she and the people she loves most in the world have delivered a man to his possible death. An evil man, a man who has done horrible things, a man who chose to do wrong—but also a man who was a child. Once, with parents and friends. Does anyone really have the authority to kill anyone else?

Chie must notice Yukiko’s conflict, because she says, “I’m glad. I hope he hangs. I’d kill him with a rusty spoon and take relish in it.” Yukiko looks at her girlfriend, eyes wide at the bloodthirsty tone in her voice. “He almost took you away from me. I’ll never forgive him for that.”

Yukiko squeezes Chie’s hand. “Oh,” she says again, and decides not to give Chie her Christmas present just yet.

Mama Tatsumi lets Rise into Kanji-kun’s room without much fuss. She’d stuffed Yu-senpai’s shirt and jacket in her bag before she left his house, and had only returned to her grandmother’s shop to wash her face and make herself look presentable. “I’ll send him right up as soon as he gets home!” Mama Tatsumi says, eyes twinkling. “Make yourself at home!”

Rise settles on a cushion near Kanji-kun’s desk to wait and grips at the straps of her bag until her knuckles turn white. Would he even want to see her? She thinks she made him mad yesterday; who could blame him if he tells her to get out?

Stop thinking like that, Himiko says. You will accomplish nothing but making yourself more stressed.

Rise knows better than to argue at this point (Himiko always wins, anyway) so she nods and takes a deep breath. Calm down, she tells herself. It’s Kanji-kun. He deserves an honest conversation about this. The nasty, doubting voice in the back of her head tries to speak up, but she squashes it. I’ve had just about enough of this whole “self-doubt” thing, she thinks, and her anger is justified by Himiko’s pleased hum.

She hears heavy footfalls rushing up the stairs and before her heart has time to accelerate in anticipation, Kanji-kun is throwing open his door, face red. “Rise.”

Rise raises a hand in a weak greeting. “Hi, Kanji-kun.” The tail end of her words lilt up, making it sound more like a question than anything else. God, she feels like an idiot. She just saw him a few hours ago! She has no reason to be acting so shy. When Kanji-kun doesn’t reply, she reaches into her bag to retrieve her excuse. “I, uh, brought Yu-senpai’s clothes for you. To mend, I mean, not to wear. They got pretty beat up during the fight.” She sets the shirt and jacket on his desk. “We did our best to get the blood out before it got too stained, but none of us can sew as well as you can.”

Kanji-kun doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. He just keeps staring at her. And she’s used to being stared at, but somehow this is different. Because usually the stares are an annoyance, but Kanji-kun’s means something else.

Steeling herself, Rise says, “I like you a lot, Kanji-kun, but I refuse to be someone’s second choice. I’m worth more than that.” Carefully, because her legs are on the verge of falling asleep, she stands. “My agency is pushing. Asking if I’m coming back to idol work. And I love my work, but I think I love you more. I’d give it up for you.” Her throat burns from the truth coming from her lips. “But you have to make a decision.” She moves to leave the room.

His fingers curl in the crook of her elbow and she stops. “Tomorrow,” he says, voice rough. “After the Christmas party at Senpai’s.”

Her breath catches in her throat. Somehow she manages to say, “Okay.”

Yu knows this is stupid of him.

Like, really stupid. It’s almost midnight and he’s still pretty beat up, but here he is, walking through the streets of Inaba towards the Velvet Room.

The others are planning a Christmas party at his uncle’s house for tomorrow. It’s supposed to be a surprise for him, but as much as he loves his friends, none of them are good at sneaking around. Sure, he’s deaf, but that doesn’t stop him from noticing the decorations Chie tries to hide in the linen closet or the dirtied mixing bowls left on the drying rack from the girls’ practice.

He slept for most of the afternoon and, as a result, can’t fall asleep now. This sleeplessness led to irrational thoughts, which has led him here.

Margaret is surprised to see him. ‘It’s late,’ she signs, ‘and you were injured today.’ He doesn’t bother asking how she knows that, because he knows he won’t get a straight answer. ‘You should be resting.’

Yu shrugs. ‘I couldn’t sleep.’ She glances around. ‘Is Igor away again?’

‘His master called to him.’

He feels his eyes widen. ‘Igor has a master? I thought he was the one in charge.’

‘Igor does not have as much power as you think he does. He is little more than a doll his master created.’ She pauses, like she’s giving him time to reply, then continues, ‘I am still loyal to Igor, as he is my master, and I am loyal to you, as you are my guest. I have no such obligation towards Igor’s master. I will stand by you before I stand by him.’

‘That’s… good to know,” Yu signs after a pause, head spinning.

‘Forgive my rambling.’ Margaret looks embarrassed now. She probably hadn’t meant to reveal so much. ‘Was there a reason for your visit aside from insomnia?’

‘I feel restless,’ he admits. ‘It’s hard to believe it’s over. I mean, I’m happy Adachi’s going to answer for his crimes, but something tells me this isn’t over.’

‘Trust your instincts. Wild Cards tend to be more observant than usual. Don’t give up your pursuit of the truth because things seem to be complete.’

He breathes out a sigh of relief. ‘Thank you. I thought I was just being paranoid.’

Margaret’s lips turn up in a smile. ‘I’m happy to help. Was there anything else? You really should go home and get some rest.’

‘My friends and I are having a Christmas party at my uncle’s house tomorrow,’ he signs. ‘You can come by if you want.’

Something flashes in her eyes, too quick for Yu to read. ‘Maybe. Good night.’

‘Good night.’ Yu blinks and he’s back in Inaba, suddenly much more tired than he was before. He yawns and starts the trek back home.

#individuation #ao3fic #persona series #persona 4

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