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mysmorgasbordoffantabulosa · 2 years ago

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hi!

I have been reading your blog for the past 2 weeks and I like your fresh take on TK's analysis. So I wonder if you could share your opinion on my thoughts on this whole taennie thing.

First thing first, I'm a Tae biased Taekooker. TK has been my comfort for almost 2 years now. I believe in them but I don't believe in everything shippers said and I agree that there's a possibility that we misinterpreted their relationship. (Although it breaks my heart to think that)

Okay, so bc of that, when the rumour broke, I read so many proofs and debunked posts, trying to find the truth or at least some explaination. I came to these conclusions:

G*rumi definitely had access to insider contents (that Celine pic of Tae, that video).

The most likely to be not fake photos are the celine one, the car jeju one (though that trip doesn't make sense to me, but trust me I spent lost of time thinking about this one)

The NY pictures they posted are not from the same place -> therefore are not hints. The timing of the trip is a bit suspicious to me, though. But tbh if they're real they could certainly find their time to meet up without us knowing. The "proofs" taennie shippers provided are not real tho, "it's the same duck" PLEASE 🙄 The hat is possible tho. He wore that hat the entire trip, if they met up she could have it for a bit, it's not that hard. She doesn't have to be near the golf course, it's not like he only wore the hat to the course.

The celine video/GiF could be real if she changed the angle and zoomed in, right? She doesn't have to take a picture and record the video from the same angle. It's said to be filmed under the table... (by debunkers) idk it's hard to tell. However, there's no sound... weird, if there's audio, and he really said what they thought he said "you like it, honey" Then why would they muted the video?

So, what we have? Only filmsy evidences. The thing is his and the company's silence on the matter. Before the logic of "why would they say anything about edited photos? they have not deny other ships like that before" could be true. But the video is the thing that makes this situation different. You see, it makes this a lot like the Joanna situation. People use a real video of Tae to make a rumour. This video is even worse bc it shouldn't be released like this. At least with Joanna thing, he went to that public event. And they didn't even let the rumour sit for long, immediate responses.

They chose to stay silent this time? Even after countless efforts of fans (not just taekookers) to ask them to defend Tae, protect his privacy. He seems fine to me, indeed "unbothered". Shouldn't he be mad if his privacy is really violated? Why wouldn't they deny it if it's just a stupid rumour? I don't think he needs this kind of media play to climb the ladder when he's already at the top. So is there any truth to it? Bc I really can't find any logical reason for them to stay quiet if his pictures and videos were leaked from staffs and used to make up some nonsense.

I just feel so sad and disappointed bc people are defending him, we all want him to be happy, even taennies. So like if it's not true then we would like the company to address and do something about it. And if it's true then we would support him (maybe not all of us, but I believe we have enough reasonable ARMY to keep the fandom going). I just see no point of people fighting for this instead of being focus on voting or supporting his projects.

So I mean even when Taekook is (sadly) my whole world, if Taennie is real, I would try to be happy for him. I mean I just one some words from them so people would stop fighting, is it too much to ask? I don't mean that he owes us any explaination or informing us about the details of his personal life. Just to know where should I stand bc I love him so so much and it's tiring to see people who loves him fighting each other while they only want to put his interest first.

And I don't understand the heteronormaltivitive idea that Taennie negates Taekook. Like wtf? Why would dating a woman means that he couldn't date a man?

I believe that even if Taennie is real, it would be recent (maybe for a few months or so). And I still believe Taekook is/was real and it's complicated. But I refused to believe there was just platonic friendship between Taekook. I literally woke up in middle of the night thinking that there's no way BH would cut Taekook contents that much if there's nothing between them. There's no way BH would pass on the opportunity to make money on Taekook knowing that they are the most shipped couple in the entire Kpop history. Yet until now we have never had TK subunit, hardly a Vlive just the two of them together (we had like 2 in the past 10 years). Now they are not even allowed to do Live together. There's no way we misread all the signs.

I'm trying to make sense of things. And I don't want to go through the loop of hearing about some new hint, read the debunk, feeling relief, new thing shows up.... again and again.

I'm sorry it's so long but I really hope to hear your and other Tkkrs thoughts on this. 🥺 If somehow you found this post and feel the same, please comment so I can reach out and we can talk more. Bc I feel like this won't end any time soon.

Ok WOW, definitely competing with me with some of the lengths of my posts.

OK let's get the elephant in the room out of the way... If you are a Tae fan (or for that matter any of the boys), regardless of who you ship him with, then you should 100% support them if they are in any relationship they openly acknowledge. Also, if they cast him aside, were they ever truly fans?

However, having said that, I personally don't think Tae is straight or Bi and therefore any relationship with a woman would make me question the relationship.

Regarding, Taennie, I think there is clear evidence to suggest HYBE & YG (with the consent of both Jennie and Tae) are using a suggested relationship for various reasons (to hide Tae and Jennie's relationships with other people, scandal cover-ups and album promos).

Whilst this seems far-fetched, this is the type of media play that most western entertainment companies/artist employ all the time, HYBE & YG are merely just using the same play book.

This twitter thread expresses it in more detail than I could ever do (and trust me I sometimes try), the tread also explains very well why the company would remain silent on the matter, to basically fuel speculation and why/when they might deny it....

Also, I don't we're going to get any denials or confirmations anytime soon.

Regarding the video, I assume it's this one, you're right that with lack of audio is very suspicious, and where is his alleged girlfriend, if you wanted to make their case that the relationship is real that you'd show them both together in the video and/or with possible audio? All this video proves it that is that Tae had a photo taken in that room by someone, it doesn't prove the photo is real.

I know some people are suggesting that Tae was getting ready in his apartment, but having seen an identical apartment tour video, it's not there. I believe that room is in the HYBE building. Also remember, not all the rooms in HYBE look like this:

But if you look behind Hobi and to the right, under the right doesn't something look familiar...

So if in the HYBE building, wouldn't Jennie's presences there arouse suspicion and potential leaks?

Regard NYC, the paparazzi that follow Blackpink around constantly, confirmed there was no meet up. And all the photos proving this and that are ropey at best.

I still don't get why Tae earlier in the month of visited Jeju secretly, to only allegedly return less than a month later, on a budget airline in full view of all the passengers, no tinted windows on a hire car and not a single sighting was made anyone. Other than, an anonymously posted photo claiming it's them on a little known Instagram account and an anonymously tweeted screenshot of an alleged flight attendant posting a conveniently private airline industry app stating a sighting. Not to mention that BTS was prepping for a comeback and a White House visit.

Mr/Mrs Haribo is clearly either an insider or external conduit for HYBE/YG. But they haven't in my eyes proven beyond a reasonable doubt through the leaks, that Tae and Jennie are together or let alone are friends or have any connection.

But in the end, trust in Tae, he will always single his true intentions.

For more of my analysis on this, click on my "is taennie real" tag.

Hope this helps a little.

#my asks #taehyung #is taennie real

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realcube · 4 years ago

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The Maid Café 2 || SK x Reader

summary: you were fired from the maid café and ask saiki to help you get your job back, unaware that he is the reason you were fired

a/n: PART ONE; font scheme; au where job applications no longer exist bc i said so , if this is the first piece of my writing you've ever read pls trust me i'm more mature than this 90% of the time

tw: swearing, reader is referred to as they/them, there is a bit of crack

It had been around three months since Saiki’s visit to the maid café and he had came to terms with the fact that the maid lady he saw was never going to text him, despite the fact he had left his number along with a substantial tip.

As much as he liked to pretend he was unbothered, it kinda hurt, but he found that the best way of dealing was to just not think about it. So Saiki went around his business as normal, until one morning he woke up to his mom telling him that she hired a cleaner that was going to swing by later that day to tidy things up around the house.

Normally, Kumi would do the cleaning on her own but recently she had acquired the funds to have a professional do it, and she chose today because both her and Kuniharu had errands to run, hence they wouldn’t be forced to make awkward small talk with the cleaner. However, she was alerting Kusuo of this plan as the cleaner could potentially still be working when he arrives back from school.

Sharing the house with a stranger definitely wasn’t Kusuo’s ideal Friday, but when he returned from school and headed up to his room, he began wishing that the cleaner had been a stranger.

As he opened the door to his room, he was greeted by the sight of a familiar figure in a maid outfit dusting his bookshelf along with it’s contents. When his mom said they’d have a cleaner over, a maid wasn’t exactly what he had in mind. The person seemed lost in thought so they didn’t notice at all when Kusuo entered the room, so after a few moments of standing speechless in the doorway, he called out, “Hello? i’m, uh, Kusuo Saiki.”

The lady finally averted her gaze from the shelves to face Kusuo so he was able to get a good look at her face but when he did, his blood immediately ran cold. His pale face now wore a rather shocked expression and he wasn’t sure whether to be excited or uncomfortable; excited because this is the first time he’s been truly surprised in a while, or uncomfortable because the lady that was currently tidying his bedroom was the waitress he had given his number to — and been stood up by — three months ago.

He prayed to every deity he knew of — including Teruhashi, just in case — in hopes that she didn’t recognise him. He could always alter her memories but that would extremely risky as he might accidently make her forget something important, or the replacement memory might be worse than the one she already has.

“Oh, hi! Yeah, your mom told me about you. I’m (L/N), here to do some cleaning, but I shouldn’t be too lo--”

The way you instantly cut yourself off almost made Kusuo shudder. It was as if your work persona was melting away right before his eyes as something visibly clicked in your mind, resulting in you muttering in an oddly sinister tone, “You look familiar.”

He pressed his lips together to form a line; not good, not good, not good. “Well, I’ve never seen you before in my li--”

Clearly, you had no problem with cutting him off either, “Pinkie! I served you and your friends at the Maid Café a while back, right?”

He grimaced at both the nickname and how you finally put the pieces together, to his misfortune. “Yeah.” He had no choice but to reply, allowing his eyes to dart freely around the room in search of the thing he came up here for in the first place; Volume ll, Olfana’s Story X-2 Manga. Though, after only a few seconds of searching, he realised that you were holding that exact manga in your hand to dust it off, so it appears that he won’t be getting out of this conversation so easily.

Well, if social cues are going force him to continue conversing with you, then he may as well have his questions answered, “What are you doing here, then? Is this your side-job?” He asked, leaning on the doorframe as he waited for you to put down the manga so he could swipe it and leave.

Although, with that single question, he was able to drain all the life from your face and watch as your eyes instantly became watery. Your bottom lips jutted out instinctively as all the memories came flooding back to you, “I was fired!” You wailed, dropping his manga onto the shelf below only so you could use both your hands to hide your face.

At least now things were starting to get interesting. With an empathic nod of his head, Kusuo inquired further, “That’s a shame. Why were you fired?” Honestly, he couldn’t even guess if he tried as not only was he wearing his germanium ring, but he hardly even believed that you really got fired. After all, from what Kusuo saw three months ago, he could tell that you met all the requirements to be a waitress; you were attractive, nice (enough) and you didn’t seem very clumsy, so how could you possibly get fired?

“Well,” you started, retracting your hands from your face, your pout beginning to fade as it was hard to remain sad when you were wearing a maid outfit. “This really pretty girl came into the café and the manager wanted to hire her but couldn’t afford another employee, so they laid me off on the spot since I was the newest and only doing part-time! It’s so unfair!”

Kusuo frowned, actually beginning to feel quite bad for you since he could somewhat relate to the struggle of extremely pretty girls ruining his life. In fact, it sounded as though you were both burdened by the same perfect girl, Teruhashi.

“Oh, okay. Teruhashi could get a job any where she wants so I’m sure if you ask her nicely, she’ll give you your job back.” Kusuo said, decided to end this conversation with his insightful piece of advice before he ran away with the manga but evidently, you had other plans as you wedged your knee between him and the book.

“Teruhashi? That’s not the name of the girl.”

“Oh, then, what was her name?” He really wasn’t interested anymore, he just wanted his manga.

“My friend was the one who waited her table; I think her name was Kuriko.” You mused, thinking back on the conversation you had with your friend since you weren’t on shift the day Kuriko came in. “Actually, she was on a date with a guy wearing the same uniform as you! PK Academy, right? Does she go to your school?”

Kusuo could only blink. Responding with complete silence and a glazed look.

‘Oh, so perhaps I was the one who took your job. Oops. Also, you’ve got the wrong idea about Toritsuka and I, it was not a date! We were just talking abou-- actually, I’ll explain with a flashback.’

“All the boys are posting pictures of themselves with their Valentines and if I don’t post one, everyone will call me a loser! But all the girls keep rejecting my offers.” Toritsuka yelled at the feet of Saiki, making a scene in the middle of the park.

“I wonder why. Leave me alone, there is nothing I can do to help.”

“Yes, there is!” Toritsuka cried, slamming his fist pathetically against the concrete. There was a sudden shift in his air as he stopped squawking like a baby and gazed up at Kusuo through his lashes, putting on an innocent voice as if he hadn’t been screaming his lungs out a few seconds ago, “Please will you go on a date with me as Kuriko and let me take pictures. There’s this nice cafe nearby and i was thinking we coul--””

“No.”

“Please, Saiki!” He went back to pleading, clasping his hands together and waving them around Kusuo’s face, “I’ll pay for you! You can buy all the dessert you want!”

“Fine.”

That was the conversation which led to Saiki sitting in a Maid Café as Kuriko, listing off the most expensive items on the menu to the waitress while Toritsuka was preoccupied taking a fuck-ton of pictures with her and posting them to every social media he had with absurd hashtags.

Though, she was too busy fantasising about all the desserts to notice a secret admirer watching her from afar; the café manager. “She’s gorgeous!” They exclaimed, searching for agreement from one of the minimum wage cooks who clearly couldn’t care less. “She’d be a hit with boys! Look, they are all ogling at her anyway!”

To Kuriko’s dismay, the manager was right. Most boys who don’t have a Valentine end up congregating in place like this, so all those desperate singles at the surrounding tables appeared to be staring at Kuriko as if she was some sort of celebrity.

“I’ll go ask her if she’s lookin’ for a job.” They spoke aloud to themselves, about to march up to the table until they weren’t halted by a waitress who happened to be in ear-shot of the conversation.

“Wait, I thought you said there are enough waitresses.”

The manager pressed their lips together to form a line, eyes absent for a few moments as they took the budget into consideration, “Yeah, well,” they mumbled, beginning to draw a conclusion, “I guess I’ll just have to make room.”

They finished by flashing a reassuring smile, then proceeded to rush up to Kuriko’s table, who was currently glaring at Toritsuka and his endless selfies as she waited for her food to be served. Upon seeing the quick movement of someone approaching the table out of the corner of her eye, she smiled under the assumption that it was the waitress with her food, so that happiness almost instantly dissipated when the employer strode up to her, “Hello, miss. I hope you’re well, I am just here to in--”

“Get away from her, pig!” Toritsuka barked, causing a scene once again as he sprung up from his chair and dramatically pointed at the manager, “She’s mine, back off! And she doesn’t want anything to do with a slimaball like y--”

With a flick of their finger, the manager had Toritsuka dragged out of the Café by two waitresses. At first, Toritsuka was outraged, but then he made his signature perverted expression at the feeling of two ladies manhandling him and Kuriko couldn’t help but wonder if this had been his plan all along.

“As I was saying,” The employer repeated, putting on a charming smile, “I’m the manager of this branch and I was just wondering if you’d be interested in job here at our fine establishment?”

“Not really.”

The straight-forward response caught them off-guard, but they tried to hide their bewilderment behind a chuckle and polite nod, “Having someone like you on our team would greatly improve our sales so I supposed I’d be willing to negotiate on your salary.”

Kuriko was ready to turn down their offer without hesitation once again, but then an idea crossed her mind and there was no harm in giving it a shot, “Free desserts after my shifts.”

The manager quirked a brow, expecting a reply based on actual currency, so of course they were a tad suspicious when all the girl wanted was a few desserts; was there a loophole in that statement somewhere?

They stood silent for a moment before letting out a sigh, too tired to bother searching for the trick in the girl’s offer, hence they outstretched their hand to formally accept without a second thought, “Alright, deal.” Upon feeling the girl’s hand lock with their own, the employer shook it a few times before parting ways, “Email me so we can get the legal process out of the way. I hope to hear from you soon.”

Watching as the mysterious manager disappeared into the kitchen left Kuriko a tad confused, until she looked down at her palm and release she had been slipped a piece of paper with — presumably — the email she was supposed to contact written on it.

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she gazed down at her ticket to free food, “Score.”

“See! It wasn’t intentional. Plus, that was three months ago and I realised that I couldn’t be bothered to hold down a job so I didn’t email them back. So, unless they hired someone else in your place, your position should still be open. Though, it was a bit hasty of them to fire you before they even got a message from me, perhaps you should start looking for employment elsewhere anyway.’

Of course Kusuo didn’t say any of that aloud though. Instead, since he felt morally obligated to help you, he inquired innocently, “Is there anything I can do?”

Your job seemed like a lost cause and he thought you realised that too but apparently he was wrong as you unfortunately replied, “Yeah, actually, there is.”

‘God fucking dammit.’

“I’m not sure if it’ll work, but maybe if you leave a positive review for me, the manager will see it and realise that he made a massive mistake firing me!”

Honestly, that wasn’t too big of an ask so Kusuo went along with it, despite the fact he was almost 100% sure that a singular review wasn’t going to result in the employer dashing to your front doorstep to beg for your services again, but he figured that if wrote a silly comment about you, at least then you’d let him read his manga in peace.

Logging onto his computer, he searched up the Maid Café and typed up his review. Obviously you didn’t feel the need to supervise him since it was a simple task, so you continued with your maid duties but once you finally read over it after he posted it, you began to regret entrusting him.

[PICTURE ID: A google review of two stars left by user ‘Sukuo Kaiki’ that reads ‘I’m never coming back after you fired the best waitress, (Y/N) (L/N). but the coffee jelly was very good. END ID]

That was the moment you realised that if there was any chance of you getting your job back, it would not be achieved through the passive route.

“Hmph,” you stared intensely at the review while deep in thought, hence Saiki tried to take advantage of this opportunity by grabbing his manga and dashing off, but before he was able to even stand up from his chair, you placed your hands on his shoulders and dramatically pushed him back down.

“Kaiki!” You yelled, expression radiant with a proud aura, “I’ve just had the best idea!”

“My name is Saiki but go on.”

“What if we go to the café, find Kuriko and trip her up while she is waiting a table! She’ll be so humiliated that she will quit and the job will be mine!”

Saiki began to feel slightly grateful that Kuriko was the one that stole (Y/N)’s job rather than some other random girl who would have to endure everything that they are planning without the help of psychic superpowers; (Y/N) truly seemed to be one menace of a maid.

“Don’t you think that is a bit harsh? Maybe if you just ask Kuriko nicely, she’ll give you your job back.”

You snarled at the idea of converging with the enemy; but still, you had to admire that Kuriko must’ve embodied a different type of elegance and beauty if she was offered a job on the spot. Plus, Kaiki did have a good point, perhaps making a mockery of the poor girl wasn’t exactly an ideal way to get your job back.

“I guess you’re right, Kaiki.” You sighed, furrowing your brows unconsciously as you scratched your head in thought, “But I’ll have to get my spot back either way, though I suppose I’ll push that idea to plan B.”

“So what’s plan A?” Saiki mused, not particularly interested but rather chatting in hopes it would distract you while he attempts to sneak out with him manga, but your hands seemed to be drilled to his shoulders.

“I’ll make it up as I go along!” You declared with a ironic aura of confidence, punching one fist into the air and using the other to drag Kaiki out of the room with you, as you began your journey to the Maid Café.

“Wait, why do I have to come with you?!” Saiki yelled, almost tempted to expose his psychic powers just to get out of this situation.

“Moral support!”

Being hauled down the street by an unhinged maid left Saiki in a particularly tricky circumstance.

You were heading to the Maid Café to see Kuriko, but since you refused to let Saiki out of your sight, it would be hard for him to transform without you noticing.

Well, at least he managed to get a hold of his volume of the Olfana’s Story manga before he was forced out of his room, so if Kuriko happened to ‘call in sick’ that day, then Saiki could read his manga on the walk back home.

“Alright!” (Y/N) said, turning on her heels to face Saiki, displaying their chillingly bright smile, “I’m going to march in there and demand to speak to Kuriko! and then.. beg her to quit!”

‘How dignified.’

“Do I have to go in with you?” Saiki asked, not in an ‘uninterested child complaining to their parent during a shopping trip’ sorta way, but rather in a ‘tired friend who respects boundaries’ way.

“Uh,” you stuttered, dividing your attention equally between his question and discreetly trying to peer through the café window in search of Kuriko, “Um, know what, Zaiki? I think I’ve caused you enough trouble.”

‘Definitely.’

“You can just wait out here. I see that you brought your manga too so you can just read that while I fight for my career, okay?” You finished with a forced smile and brief thumbs-up , disappearing into the café before Saiki even got a chance to correct you in regards to his name, but oh well. Either way, he now had a much bigger problem on his hands.

“What do you mean you’ve never met anyone called Kuriko? Then why was I fire--” You were in the middle of a intense discussion with your friend who still worked at the café, as she told you all the information on Kuriko that she had been given. But you were cut short by a soft voice yell from the front of the shop, “Sorry I’m late!”

Out of instinct, you turned your head to search for the source of the voice, and within a second you were able to surmise who had just spoken. A person with pale pink hair and oval frames stood at the front of the shop, and — despite the fact she was wearing a maid costume — she looked fairly average. Yet there was still an odd radiance about her, which left you speechless and too flustered to even consider approaching her.

While you were trying to compose yourself, Saiki simply stood awkwardly as he waited for you to initiate the conversation. After all, this was the final step of the plan that had to fall into action. Although you had only managed to catch up with your friend in this time, Saiki had already executed most of his scheme.

The first step was, of course, putting on that maid outfit. It was not one of his proudest moments, that’s for sure, but in order to sell the act, Saiki teleported into the changing room in the back of the Café as Kuriko, stole some random girl’s outfit and threw it on before teleporting out. He left his clothes there for the poor girl who got her outfit stolen, so if he happens to find a random woman wearing a men’s PK high school blazer, he will apologise.

The next step was to simply erase the memories of Kuriko’s existence from all the staff members at the cafe. With her gone, the chances are that the job still belongs to (Y/N). Hence, all Saiki had to do now was convince (Y/N) that Kuriko will quit her job.

Then (Y/N) will get their job back (which they technically never lost in the first place, now that Saiki has altered the manager’s memory) and Kuriko can go back to enjoying her coffee jelly in peace. Needless to say, she was never coming back here again.

Eventually, you worked up the courage to approach Kuriko, but after revaluating your request several times over, you realised how entitled you’d come across if you were to simply ask her to hand over her job title. Yet, to say you needed this was an understatement.

So you found yourself awkward fidgeting with your fingers in front of Kuriko; eyes glued to the floor as you sheepishly murmured your request. “Um, hi, I know you don’t know me but, um, I was just wonder if you could, um, maybe help me get my--”

“Sure.”

“What?” You blurted, not only surprised that she was able to hear and comprehend your mutters, but also that she would agree! Even before you had completed your request!

“I said ‘sure’. I’ve already quit, I’m just here to return my outfit.” Saiki lied, strutting off towards the register, leaving your stunned in her path. Though, as soon as you were able to process what just happened, a bright smile spread across your features as you first-pumped the air, “Thank you!” Not daring to question how Kuriko was going to return the outfit she was currently wearing.

Upon reaching the counter where the manager stood, you stood proudly —with Kuriko by your side — and declared as soon as their eyes met your own, “May I apply for your current job vacancy?”

Ooft, this wasn’t exactly how Saiki had planned for this to happen. But hey ho, it would lead to the same outcome anyway, but perhaps it would be best if she were to exit.

“Job vacancy? All our positions are currently filled, sorry.” They said with a shrug, fortunately ignorant enough to have completely forgotten your face without any assistance from Saiki’s powers.

“But Kuriko just quit!” You explained, placing your hand on Kuriko’s shoulder, eliminating any chance she had of escaping this conversation. “How did you manage to fill her spot so quickly?”

Shifting their gaze onto Kuriko, the manager’s resting-bitch-face slowly contorted into a perplexed expression, “Who’s Kuriko? Her? I’ve never seen that girl in my life, so she was definitely never a member of staff.”

“Then why did you fire me?!”

The manager paused to — what Saiki assumed — process the alterations in their memory, before continuing, “Oh, it’s all coming back to me now; you’re the one we laid-off near Valentine’s day! Yeah, sorry, (L/N), we just found someone a lot more suitable and efficient, it’s nothing personal.”

‘Shit, this isn’t how the memory alterations should be.’ Saiki mentally cursed before blurting out the question that you were too stunned to ask, “Then who did you hire instead of (L/N)?”

On cue, a certain purple-haired incel stepped out from the kitchen holding a tray of drinks in one hand while adjusting the collar of his maid attire, “Not to be gross or anything but is this dress supposed to chafe the way it does?” He said, in tone which left everyone unsure of whether he was talking to himself or not.

Glancing around the room, Toritsuka’s gaze finally fell on you and Kuriko, “Oh, hey, Saiki!”

There was no way he could talk himself out of that one. And quite frankly, the sight of Toritsuka in a maid dress did not leave him in the right headspace to use his powers or think of another way out.

All he could do was lead you back to his house, explain that he is a psychic and take full responsibility for you losing your job and allow you to cry your heart in his room while cleaning the rest of the house of your behalf.

To his surprise, you were mostly fine with the fact that he is a psychic, since you appreciated that he at least tried to use his powers to help you. Though, there was one part you couldn’t seem to let go off.

“I can’t believe they gave him the job instead of me.” You scoffed with Saiki’s duvet wrapped around you, as he vacuumed is ceiling while reading his manga, “What makes him so special?”

“Toritsuka is a medium, so he probably asked his spirit comrades to help him.” Saiki tutted, originally trying to give the impression that he wasn’t listening to any of your bitter remarks, but it was hard not to, “Or maybe he is just better than you at serving.”

“I guess we’ll never know.” You said nonchalantly. If psychics exist, then the existence of other supernatural powers wasn’t inconceivable, but you were a bit envious that you didn’t get one.

“Also, Kaiki,”

“I feel like you are doing it on purpose at this point.”

“Sorry for never texting you back. I remember you left a big tip as well, so I guess that makes it even worse. But if it means anything, I still have it on me!” You sung, swiftly pulling out the piece of paper out of the top half of your outfit and showing it off as if it was a prize-winning fish.

“I am starting to understand why Toritsuka got the job instead of you.”

“Huh?” You hummed while typing the digits into your phone, followed by a warm first message

It only took one glace at his phone for Saiki to realise that you hadn’t completely forgiven him, which was fine. A god doesn’t need mercy from someone wearing a maid costume. (forget that he wore one less that an hour ago, it never happened.)

“But you can make it up to my by helping me take my revenge on that medium bitch!” You announced, rage and spite clear in your voice, and considering that your initial plan with to publicly humiliate Kuriko (before you found peace, of course), Saiki didn’t even want to begin to think about what your definition of ‘revenge’ is.

“Or, if that’s too much,” You sung, tone suddenly much softer, “You can buy me ice-cream.”

“That sounds more fair--”

“And a car.”

#kusuo saiki #saiki x reader #saiki x y/n #saiki kusuo #the disaster of psi kusuo saiki #the disastrous life of saiki k.#saiki no psi nan #psychic kusuo #saiki kuriko

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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Put A Ring On It

a/n: lmao tooru would actually beat your booty if you ever date kags

anon request: hii can i have a hc like the oikawa sister reader x iwa but now with kageyama?? like the reader is literally the princess of seijoh and never liked anyone until he met kags?? tysm! u make such a cute ff

requests open!!

he might not smile much but when he does, its the most beautiful smile I've ever seen

king and queen of the court??

lmao im getting chills

so since tooru went to kitagawa, it would be natural for him to want his baby sister to go there too right?

you are actually 2 years younger than tooru so that would make you about kags’ age

you are well-known throughout the school as oikawa tooru’s little sister and people also flocked to you since you got the good genes as well

but you were never interested in fear that they would take advantage of you for your brother or to just parade you as a trophy

anyways

you liked volleyball like your brother but you didnt want to play in a team so you just went to their practices to help the coaches

youve heard about this prodigy setter named kagayama tobio, who was also the grandson of a known volleyball couch

but youve only heard bad things about him

tooru lit rally comes home ranting and complaining about this new kid who is great at setting and you were just like, ‘okay and?’

‘y/n-chan! theres an outsider threatening to take your brother’s place! aren’t you worried for me?!’

‘nii-chan, its just volleyball’

‘just-just volley-! that’s it im disowning you’

while iwa just watches from the sidelines

oikawa just shouting and yelling in front of the fridge while you sit on the barstool while eating a banana, looking unbothered

keeping up with the oikawas part 2

you kinda knew him because kindaichi, who is your classmate, talked about kageyama, who was in kunimi’s class

‘tooru-nii never shuts up about him’

you complained to kindaichi one day

‘is he really that good?’

you knew the talent you brother had and the hard work he puts in volleyball as you were usually the one who woke up at night to help him with his knee pains

so you slightly understood his threatened feeling of this mysterious prodigy who just suddenly enters the team

‘he’s not terrible. maybe its because theyre the only setters in the team so oikawa-senpai is threatened about his position being taken’

‘but as long as he’s not a starting, then no foul done right?’

wrong

unfortunately, you were there to see tooru break down during practice when kageyama asked him how to serve

since you usually walked home with your brother and iwa-chan,

get yourself protective brothers

you were forced to wait until he was done with practice

captain duties and all that

and you were getting tired of just waiting in the cold so you go in the gym to tell off your nii-chan when you see him raise his hand at this tobio boy

‘iwa-chan!’

you shriek and he was able to stop tooru from hitting their underclassman

‘oi! oikawa tooru!’

kageyama looked horrified and was so scared that he dashed off

ngl, you felt bad for him and you knew that your brother was probably just overwhelmed w the incoming interhighs and he was just getting frustrated

so when iwa nodded at you that he got tooru, you went after kageyama, who was tossing the ball up in the air

he tossed it up once, expecting it to come back down but you snatched it right up

he turned to see a girl who looked exactly oikawa-san and he backed away

you saw him step back and you pouted

‘ehhh~? am i that scary to you, kage-chan?’

omg the way you even talk was like him

‘are you oikawa-senpai’s sister?’

hes heard little about you from kunimi

you nodded and gave him a smile before sticking a hand out

‘oikawa y/n, at your service’

‘ah, k-kageyama tori-bio’

you giggled at his flustered look

‘what is it? torio? tobio?’

ofc you already knew but he was so cute to tease

‘i-it’s tobio’

he was red at the embarrassment of messing up his own name but you thought he was so cute and a bean

you heard from kunimi that he wasnt very social and mostly keeps to himself or the volleyball team

‘sorry about my nii-chan, kage-chan. hes just stressed right now. dont worry, he’ll come around. i’ll make it up to you in his place, okay?’

your eyes scrunched up as you smiled to try and diffuse the situation and save your brother’s arse

he owes you

‘its okay. its also my fault for pestering him about it so i should apologize’

omg this boy is ADORABLE

DLKAFDKLJAFALSFEJISLKDJ

‘tobio-chan!’

you shrieked before hugging him and nuzzling your face into his shirt

‘youre so sweet! you dont have to do anything!’

he was actually taken aback by your expressive personality and wasnt used to being fawn upon, especially by a cute girl

he remained frozen on the spot and you worriedly let go, thinking he stopped breathing

‘tobio-chan? did you die?! tobio-chan!’

from then on, you just seemed to see him everywhere

for months you didnt even know this boy but suddenly, after the accident, you were just seeing him everywhere

from your classroom, you’d see him at the yard with kunimi and kindaichi as they toss the ball around

i will always think that this trio were initially friends at the beginning!

he seemed to be a very shy boy and was constantly trying to keep his emotions on check

but you saw the smiles whenever he thinks the two arent looking

that was probably why you absolutely had the biggest crush on this boy

but you didnt realize that you had a crush on him

you just wanted to help him come out of his shell and help him smile more bc it was so beautiful

so you cornered him by his locker one day and your cute smile made his cheeks go on fire

‘FIREEE~~~~ BULTORUNE!!’

‘tobio-chan! i want to be your friend!’

he was SHOOK

girls never really talked to him, much less his frightening captain’s cute sister

no words came from him as he just looked at you with wide eyes

‘o-oikawa-san?’

you pouted at the formal use of your name

‘haaa?! tobiio-chan! call me by some cute nickname too~!’

you crossed your arms and stomped your foot on the floor

omg no stop this at once little girl

he turned even redder and quickly stuffed his things in his bag before dashing off

‘eh?! tobio-chan!’

his days were filled with that

you were constantly yelling his nickname with a smile when you would see him and he would blush then run away

even during practice, you would basically act as their manager by giving them their towels and water

but it was obvious that you would pamper kageyama more

that irritated your brother

he dragged you home one day and was basically interrogating you

‘n/n-chan, youre not having a crush on that bastard kageyama are you?’

you glared at your brother, offended at the way he called tobio

‘don’t call him that, nii-chan! i will hit you!’

you shrieked and punched his gut

‘HES NOT GOOD FOR YOU, N/N-CHAN! HES A THIEF!’

tooru shouts and thus began the arguments between your fascination with kageyama

but you didnt care because you intend to uphold that promise and reach that goal through

all you wanted was to see tobio smile freely

one day, you were walking to school earlier than your brother when you saw kageyama at the intersection

your eyes lit up and you bounded up to him

‘tobio-chan!’

his eyes widened and he quickly turned around to walk away

ngl that hurted a bit

‘tobio-chan?’

that small voice made him stop and his head turned to look at your watering eyes

‘tobio-chan, do you not like me?’

you were so used to being liked and fawned over your entire life that the thought of somebody not liking you was so hurtful

maybe thats why you liked kageyama tobio though

he was focused on running away from you rather than going to you

for the first time, you would have to be the one who chased rather than being the one running

kags was worried bc his sister always told him to never make a girl cry and here he was, watching your eyes tear up

‘y/n-san, please dont cry’

you watched him walk to you and shakily wipe your tears away

a smile formed on your face at the touch of his fingertips and you hugged him

lmao we really bokuto 2.0

kags didnt know what to do bc if he hugged you back, that would give you a wrong impression of him wanting to be your friend

but he didnt want friends, he just wanted to play volleyball

but he smelled a faint strawberry scent from your hair and he unconsciously leans in, wrapping his arms around your body

at the feeling of him returning your affection, you giggled and tightened your arms around him while burying your face in his chest

‘do you want to be my friend now, tobio-chan?’

you were so insistent on being a friend that kageyama was touched at your efforts

he was just like

f it shes pretty and nice, its fine

he nodded

and thus began a cute friendship

well, more like a one-sided friendship since you were the more lively one than him

you would run to his classroom with kindaichi and eat with kags and kunimi

you would give him parts of your bento and you would hold his hand

thisgirl does not know personal space

one lunch period, you were all eating lunch when you were suddenly thirsty

you let go of kags and stood up, making the boys look at you

‘im thirsty so ill get something. want anything?’

they shrugged and told you to get whatever so you skipped to the vending machine

yall idontknow how to skip so i just kinda gallop

you got banana milk for you and random things for kindaichi and kunimi

but you didnt know what to get kags

you thought you would know since youve started being friends a few weeks ago but you really didnt know what drink he liked

so you chose the only blue thing they have

you went back to the classroom and gave their drinks but you sheepishly smiled when you gave kags his milk

‘i didnt really know what you liked so i got a blue carton because your eyes are blue and they reminded me of you’

kindaichi and kunimi gave you a disgusted look while kageyama blushed at the thought

this folks, is why kagellama tobiyolo is in love w that blue carton of milk

slowly but surely, kageyama has started opening up to you and you were so happy that he was starting to smile more around you

it took a few months but you were finally considered a friend

ofc tooru was deeply unhappy about this and always tried to foil plans between you and him but you were not having that

he was even harsher during practice but since youre always there, you would take a page from iwa’s book and yeet a ball to his face

‘i will hit you, nii-chan!’

it was a shock to the school that you were actually showing interest to someone since you rarely gave anybody else a second glance

and it was to this shy boy, kageyama tobio, no less!

when oikawa tooru has finally graduated, you breathed a sigh of relief

you were bumped up to best friend by kageyama and you always walked home with him

iwa-chan liked you (in a brotherly, platonic way) enough that he would even keep tooru in his house so you could hang out with kageyama longer

also, kags has finally came up with a nickname for you and has finally called you by something informal!!

imsoproudofhimohmygosh

‘n/n-chan, my mom’s cooking tonkatsu tonight. you wanna come?’

he asked you one night and you nodded eagerly, excited at the mention of your favorite food

‘yes! you dont even have to ask!’

you hummed as you skipped down the road, still holding his arm, and excited to meet his family

but to kags, this was a way more serious affair

youve never met his family before and hes worried that they might embarrass him in front of this cute girl

and he was right

when they stepped in, his sister, who was back from college, peaked and saw her little anti-social baby brother with a really really cute girl

‘mom! tobio brought a girl home!’

he shuts his eyes in frustration but you squeezed his hands

‘dont be nervous, tobio-chan. im right here, okay?’

oml he doesnt deserve you

his mom was so excited that he even had a friend and quickly finished dinner

you bowed in front of his parents and sister before introducing yourself

‘hello, my name is oikawa y/n. its really nice to meet you and thank you for inviting me to your lovely home’

‘omg oikawa-chan is so nice! dig in, everyone!’

kageyama met the eyes of his family and his heart swelled at their approval

it made him like you more

waitt, like?

like, as in, romantic?

like as in, i like you more than a best friend?

like, as in, i want to be your boyfriend?

he choked at that last thought and you hurriedly gave him his water, patting his back

‘daijobu, tobio-chan?’

no luv, life is not daijobu right now

he nodded before sighing in relief

one look at your face and all the thoughts started happening again and he turned even redder

dear god, he actually had a crush on you

nah, itll go away

right?

nope

this is a fanfiction kags, youre meant to fall in love with us

at the passing of his grandfather, tobio was an actual wreck

an emotional, mental, and physical wreck

he skipped school and constantly practiced at the backyard and refused to eat his meals, wanting to stay outside with his ball longer

at his second day of absence, you went straight to his house and when his mom opened the door, she gave you a sad smile and pointed to the back

you saw him trying to do a serve only for him to miss and hit his head before shouting curses

never have you seen him miss a serve

you studied his appearance and your hands trembled

his eyes were red with even more red around his eyes, chapped lips from the constant biting and the bruised knuckles from probably punching something

the last time you saw him was at the funeral after he asked you to go with him and you were so worried that he would turn out like this

‘tobio’

you softly called out and he paused, not moving to get the ball

he heaved a wheeze before choking out a sob

you ran straight to him and gathered him in your arms, cradling the back of his head to your shoulder

throughout your friendship, tobio has never been so affectionate

but right now, you were the only thing that made everything seem normal and he held on to you, so afraid that you might disappear too

as if knowing his concerns, you ran your hands through his hair

‘sshhh, it’s okay. im right here. im not going anywhere, tobio. im right here, okay?’

even you were hurting

everything started because you thought he was beautiful when he smiled so you made it your mission to keep that smile alive forever

but when hes sobbing and in pain, it gives more value to that smile because underneath all that, he was just a shy little boy who had a passion of volleyball

you didnt want to say anything to him but everyone knew that he wasnt exactly the same tobio

if anything, he was much harder with himself and trained even harder

he was staying later in the gym and he was starting to snap at everyone, even kindaichi and kunimi

they got into a massive fight during practice and everyone went home angry but he stayed after, putting his frustrations into doing jumping serves

you watched from the sidelines and when you saw him fall, you rushed over and gently patted his face to get rid of his sweat

‘tobio-chan, let’s go home’

he shook his head

‘no! i need to perfect this-!’

‘tobio-chan, lets go home’

your voice became stronger and firm so he hung his head low

‘you dont understand, y/n. i need to be strong and i want to be the last standing on the court’

you flashed a crooked smile

‘did you forget who my brother is, tobio-chan? i suffered through it with nii-chan so im not going through it again, especially with you. so come on, lets go home’

everyone in the school became wary of the former shy boy who seems to glare at everything and everyone

you were even told, straight to your face, that you were wasting time being his friend

‘ne, y/n-chan. kageyama-kun is so mean so you should stay away from him, okay?’

you glared at them before slamming your book close

‘say one more word and i will shove this book down your throat so youll never be able to utter a single sound ever again’

go off sister!!

you stayed with kageyama, even if he got frustrated and got angry at you, but he was your best friend and youve been friends for years

and you still want to see his smile

tooru was practicing a lot again and your sister and takeru were at tokyo for a trip so you were home alone

so you texted kageyama that you were coming over and he didnt respond which you took as a sign of agreement

so at your trek to his house, you hummed as you swung the bag full of meat buns and cartons of milk when you saw your 3 friends

you were about to shout and raise your hand when you saw kindaichi harshly push kageyama back and kunimi separating the two

‘you-!’

kunimi saw you and hissed at the two

‘stop this right now. y/n-san is over there’

you shouldve known then that everything was falling apart

at this point, you were the only one he let in as his family was too afraid to push him too far

you should be happy, right?

he was smiling around you and only you

only you were able to see such a beautiful thing

but now,

you were not happy with the way he acted towards everybody

during that iconic game in his last year of middle school, he pushed you away too

the locker room was tense and kindaichi was about to yell at him when you knocked

‘tobio-chan, can we talk?’

he wordlessly threw the towel down and hefted his bag before going outside to follow you

omg im getting flashbacks from my shirabu ff from yesterday

you grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a hug

youve given him many hugs before but this time, it was so strong and different than the others

his arms were around your shoulders while yours was around his torso due to your height and your head was leaning against the place where his heart would be

‘im going to seijoh, tobio-chan’

you paused, gauging his reaction

he didnt say anything, just keeping you in his arms

not iwa-level-bara arms but a healthy-muscular-arms

‘tooru-nii wants me to spend one more year with him before he goes to college and theyre saying my grades are enough to keep me there. but if you dont want me to go, i wont’

‘what? why wont you? its a good school and you deserve it’

his grumbles were still frustrated but he was rather calm whenever he talks to you

‘you wont miss me then, tobio-chan~?’

he could feel you pouting and that made him smile

‘i wont since youll come over to my house everyday’

you pulled your head away with mock surprise

‘everyday?! tobio-chan~! youll really miss me~!’

so you went your separate ways

but you spent every day of the summer together

much to oikawa’s dismay

and during your first day, he was reluctant to let you go

for 3 years you walked together at the same direction to the same place

but now, youd have to part ways at the same intersection

you softly smiled and giggled when he refused to let go of your hand

im busting uwus just writing this yall

my fingers said ‘free reign!’

‘tobio-chan~! i’m going to be late~!’

you playfully whined and gently pulled your hand from his grasp

but he didnt let go, still holding your hand while the other was in his pants pocket

‘we should skip today, n/n. we can go get meat buns and popsicles and-’

you walked back to him and wrapped your arms around his torso, chin rested on his chest so you could look up to him

‘as much as i want to, my grades and attendance need to be high, tobio-chan~’

he scoffed, ruffling your hair

‘once i become a professional player, you wont need to work. i can support us by myself’

bruh hes already thinking they would get married or something

you scrunched your nose in distate

‘i want to make something of myself. i was given a life so im going to live it’

‘but that means spending less time with me and-’

‘tobio-chan, i know what youre doing. stop stalling and let me go to school already~!’

‘no!’

he refused and caged you in his arms while you wiggled and laughed

‘ill see you later! i promise! now i need to go or nii-chan will yell at you~!’

with great reluctance, he let you go to school, pouting and everything

that cute pout he has oml

as your figure became smaller the farther you walked, you turned around and saw him still standing there and when he saw you look at him, he raised a hand

you jumped and cupped your hands around your mouth

‘MISS YOU ALREADY TOBIO-CHAN!’

i reference my previous works constantly

pedestrians looked at you weirdly and looked at kageyama too causing him to get flustered and run to school, your laughter echoing behind him

seijoh was already expecting the arrival of oikawa’s cute little sister and once you appeared, woohoooo

you got your own fanclub of ladies and genitals

they flocked over to your desk after tooru and iwa dropped you off at your classroom during lunch

‘ne, oikawa-chan, do you see anyone cute today?’

‘iwaizumi-senpai is cute, dont you think?’

‘no! yahaba-senpai is cuter!’

‘matsukawa-senpai and hanamaki-senpai are not bad’

we have matsuhana rights in this household

but you remained quiet, focusing on your phone as kageyama complained to you about some tangerine looking fool

‘oikawa-chan!’

that caught your attention and you smiled gently

‘hm?’

they giggled at your rosy cheeks

‘she has a boyfriend, probably’

you shook your head

‘no. i dont’

‘well, do you have anyone you like?’

you thought about it and shrugged

‘ive never really liked anyone before. i dont care about having a boyfriend either since my brother and tobio are enough for me’

that traveled quickly and soon, everyone was trying their best to woo the little princess oikawa

from lunch suggestions to study dates,

they all wanted to be closer to you

but you always refused,

‘tooru-nii wants me to eat lunch with him’

‘im hanging out with tobio-chan after school’

‘iwa-chan doesnt like you so no’

lmao yes

you were famous around the school for the way everyone treated you and catered to your needs to gain your favor

exactly like a princess

the princess of aoba johsai

the princess of seijoh

she ruled the court alongside the Grand King Oikawa and everyone practically worshipped them

everyone wanted them to like them, just a little bit, but you remained closed off to romantic relationships

when tobio texted you about the upcoming seijoh practice match, you were bouncing on your heels in excitement as you waited for them in the gym

kindaichi and kunimi were rolling their eyes at you

the other members of the team knew of you and were confused at your behavior

‘her boyfriend’s on the karasuno team’

‘the king of the court’

‘eh?! boyfriend?!’

‘y/n-chan, can you hand me my bottle?’

he wasnt answered as you shrieked and sprinted straight to kageyama who appeared at the door

‘tobio-chan~!’

you launched yourself and latched yourself to him, tobio immediately supporting you

‘geez, n/n, not in front of everyone’

you giggled

‘i missed you so much, tobio-chan~!’

‘then transfer over’

‘i cant do that! you know that!’

everyone was S H O O K

‘is she,,,, your girlfriend, kageyama?’

daichi and suga asked but the boy turned red before shaking his head

‘my friend’

‘ehhh?! you have friends?!’

hinata shut up i swear-

you cheered him on despite being on the other team

you got even louder when you saw your brother playing and he complained about your loyalties

‘you cheer on for your boyfriend but not your brother?! what is the meaning of this n/n-chan?!’

you rushed to give him a towel when he motioned you to do it for him like you always did

‘i want a girlfriend too’

‘we’re not dating you idiots!’

kageyama shouted from the sidelines to the orange hair kid

‘but you act like,,, that’

you smiled

maybe dating tobio wouldnt be a bad idea

i mean, hes cute, adorable, talented, funny, nice

you could deal with it

‘so youre syaing, we act like it already?’

you questioned towards the grey-haired guy who nodded

‘whaddya say, tobio-chan? should we hurry up and put a ring on it?’

he spluttered, almost choking on his water

‘r-r-RING?!’

‘well, you said youd support us in the future, right?’

‘i mean-yea-but’

‘okay then its settled’

both teams gawked at you while kageyama was too busy trying to not have a nosebleed or a heart attack by how fast his heart was beating

you turned to your brother who was looking like his entire world was crumbling

‘OI TOORU-NII! TOBIO-CHAN AND I ARE NOW DATING AND WE’RE GOING TO GET MARRIED!’

oikawa screamed

yall this is so long im--

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blossomingbellflower · 3 years ago

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😳 from fluffertons bc why not

Your muse walks in on my muse undressed. Send me 😳 for my muse’s reaction. (add + reverse if you want my muse to walk in on yours) || @fangsofdestruction

Ordinarily, Kikyou adored the rain. It was refreshing, soothing and washed the earth clean. Nothing was more reassuring and constant than the sound of rain beating down on the tiles of her home. Even, if in a particular mood, she would find herself standing in the rain and allow it to cleanse her worries, stress and troubles from her body.

Rain certainly was beloved by the woman.

With that being said..it was best enjoyed when she did not have plans with a certain demon of her heart. Or better yet, when she had to leave her house. Of all days the heavens opted to burst forth..with a heavy storm..they chose this particular day.

Needless to say, everything had to be cancelled as she returned home..drenched to the bone and feeling almost drowned. At the very least, despite the change in plans, she can still spend time with her beloved. Though..while she was concerned regarding the state of his attire, Sesshomaru was unbothered. In fact, there was a small uptick at his lips to indicate his amusement.

And as always..seeing his more expressive features..warmed her heart. His chuckle..reminding her of how fortunate she was..to have this opportunity. To see Sesshomaru’s growth since last she encountered him, see how much he had changed while still being himself. But what truly she was happy about..was that finally she can shower him in the love and care he deserved. That she can freely and openly do so while also knowing that the feelings were reciprocated.

Having left Sesshomaru with a towel in the event he may change his mind, Kikyou retreated to her room and began the process of peeling off her clothes hurriedly. The quicker she removed them, the faster she could warm herself beneath the shower.

What she had not anticipated..was the sound of the sliding door opening in front of her as she was bent over, tugging the remaining clothes off.

Kikyou did not need to look to know who it was. Though it was hard to miss given that he was standing right there. Did she really wish to straighten ? Cheeks darkening, she thought about a strategy..or some manner in which to handle this, as she slowly straightened her posture. At some point he would see her naked..if he hadn’t already but..this blind sided her.

Once the shock subsided, Kikyou found herself unable to meet his gaze directly.

“Sesshomaru.”

With her cheeks burning, Kikyou stiffened her spine and turned away to grab some clean clothes. Her heart was hammering loudly in her ears as multiple thoughts flitted through her mind. A part of her wondered..what his reaction was. Did she dare look ?

It was a strange feeling. The last person to have seen her like this..was another in a life time long since gone. In this life, Sesshomaru was the first and will only ever be the one to see her in this state. It was because of this..she found herself being..oddly shy. It was silly but his opinion certainly mattered. One would hope her husband to be..would find her attractive in all ways..as she did with him.

Alas, she found herself pausing midstep in her retreat to the bathroom. Clothes in hand, she held it in front of her as a form of coverage..but

“This is..not the ideal manner in which..I would have liked you to see me like this but...it is what it is. My husband to be..I am aware that your love runs past the superficial surface as does mine..but hopefully..this is a sight you will look forward to seeing for the rest of our lives?”

#||future canon verse||#||fangsofdestruction||#||ic||#[aww ;v; look how shy she is--inexperienced and awkward--she feels ridiculous but at the same time--cannot help it]#[blushu blushu only for her hubs to be]

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linphd · 6 years ago

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dabi x sibling!reader | la vie en rose

dabi x reader

neutral gender, else sister or brother

Touya Todoroki being your favorite sibling and you reminding those times together, wondering if he’ll ever come back.

warning : bit of angst

this one shot follows the theory that Dabi is Touya Todoroki.

in this, you are Shoto's twin, sister or brother idc, whether you look like him or not, and you have both quirks just like him, except that you've been using your fire along with your ice.

Your twin brother and you had a special link, since your were twins. However, your favorite brother was still Touya. Indeed, even when you and Shoto were forced to train with your dad instead of playing with your siblings, you spent all of your free time with Touya. He couldn't tell neither why he liked you that much, but you were his favorite sibling as well.

Throughout time, as Shoto was seeking for attention from your mother, you were seeking attention from Touya. Fuyumi and Natsuo liked both Shoto and you as well, but they couldn't deny that you seemed to prefer their brother and Shoto preferred to stay with his mom.

You actually thought that your mom couldn't give hugs and kisses to the both of you, and you weren't mad at her -since she was still giving motherly love to you sometimes- because you had all of that with Touya.

Once your dad was training you and he had walked away to go to the restroom. You were panting, and Shoto was with your mom. Endeavour liked to train one of his twin at a time. Touya sneaked in the room. ''Hey, you wanna watch a movie with me ? You choose !'' You started to smile, but then you heard the restroom door opening. ''But dad...'' Touya picked you up and started to run, giggling. ''We won't tell !''

To this day, you still didn't know what happened to Touya when your dad found out, but you knew that nothing had happened to you. Whatever, going back to the movie. You chose a random movie you had never watched before, and you loved the background music : La vie en rose. You kept humming it since then, at the point that the whole house was humming it randomly.

Once, you dad had been very harsh to you, since your quirk had shown up. Even worse, he had sent your mom to the hospital after she had burnt Shoto's face. You had kept hugging him and kissing his cheek, under the bandage he had on his eye.

But when the first night without your mom in the house happened, you weren't able to sleep. You spent your time crying. Fuyumi did try to cheer you up, along with Shoto -since you twins were sleeping in the same bedroom at this time- but nothing could help. Even though you weren't as close to your mom as Shoto was, she was still your mommy.

After ending up in tears as well, Fuyumi woke Touya up. ''We need your help to calm (Y/N) down. They can't sleep, they have been crying for hours, and I've been crying since like 1 hour trying to cheer them up. Natsuo didn't even try...'' Touya sighed, ruffling his sister's hair.

He made his way to your room. ''Shoto, you can sleep in my bed if you want. It's calm there, I'll sleep with (Y/N).'' Shoto nodded and made his way to Touya's room. Meanwhile, your older brother laid on your bed, hugging you. He whispered some sweet words in your ear, rubbing your back and your hair. After some time you had calmed down a bit, he kissed your forehead and started to hum La vie en rose.

''Why didn't I think about it...'' Fuyumi commented. Touya looked up to see that she had been watching the both of you for some time. ''It wouldn't have worked this much. I've watched it with them, it counts more.'' Harsh, but true. At some point, you also started to hum it with a quiet voice, making Touya giggle. You fell asleep in his arms.

''Stop daydreaming, Fuyumi said dinner was ready.'' You heard Shoto tell you. He was quite used to you lost in your mind, even if he never asked what you were thinking about. Endeavor was on patrol, and you actually enjoyed those times with your siblings. But, without Touya. He was a taboo word. All your siblings know you must've been more hurt when he never came back than when your mom was sent to the hospital.

You could see your mom, you knew where she was. But no sign of Touya since that heated argument with your dad. You couldn't even say bye. It had been like 3 years from now. You hoped he wasn't dead and that he was still thinking about you. Still lost in your mind, you hadn't noticed that your older siblings had went back to the living room, living you and Shoto alone, since he was washing the dishes.

''Shoto ? Can we talk about Touya ?'' You knew if you needed to talk about the taboo word with someone, it had to be with Shoto. After all, you had this strong link twins have.

''Okay. But if I start to get mad about it, I'll stop. Agree ?'' You nodded, and started to help him with the dishes. ''I have a theory. He could've texted us and stuff, right ? -He's not dead, (Y/N). -That is... not my theory.'' Shoto raised an eyebrow. ''What if he turned a villain ? I mean, he hated dad he wants to avenge himself so he became what dad despises ! And he doesn't text us and stuff because we could know his position and he doesn't want to put us in trouble neither ?''

Shoto rolled his eyes. ''Cute theory, but Touya isn't dumb enough to do that.'' You just groaned. ''I'm sure even if he didn't become a villain he doesn't want to text us or to be related to us so we won't get in trouble. Maybe he got kidnapped by villains.’’ You said. But he wasn’t convinced. ‘’After all this time, he would've been home. Even your first theory was more possible than this one. I just think he walked away and moved out of Japan, and if he can't text us it's because he doesn't have money.''

Maybe, but Shoto missed a point. ''Social medias are free, he would've talked to us at least !'' Seeing your twin brother washing the dishes without looking at you, with an unbothered expression, you didn't continue. You just kept washing the dishes as well, silent.

Some days later, you were in your room -Touya's former room. Of course you were the one who had moved to his room when he decided to never come back. It was pretty late and the lights of your room were still on, so you decided to wear your pyjamas instead of staying half naked, in case people could see you from outside. You were using earphones, as you didn't want to wake up the whole house.

However, you felt like you were hearing something over the music you were listening, so you stopped your music and withdrew your earphones. And you were right ; some seconds later, you heard someone from outside.

You wanted to brush it off until you heard the person humming. Humming La vie en rose. You ran to your window, hoping it was Touya. But you just saw the back of a tall man, with a huge cloak and black hair. Well, it's a famous song, everybody knows it. You just switched off the light and went back to bed.

It was now your birthday. You had visited your mom with Shoto earlier that day, and she had remembered ! Since she couldn't move from her hospital room, she had asked Fuyumi to buy the presents she wanted to offer you. She wished you a happy birthday and she had baked a tiny cake with the help of a nurse she considered as a friend, and Shoto, you and your mom ate it in her room.

You were in the 1-B class, since Shoto and you had asked not to be in the same class, but your classmates and his had organized a little something for you when you walked out the hospital. They had some presents for you, and they had organized a little party at Momo's house for you two.

You stayed there until it was starting to get dark, since you both wanted to celebrate it with your siblings as well. As usual, Fuyumi and Natsuo had prepared some balloons everywhere around the house, and you both had presents on your beds. They had managed to make Endeavor wear a birthday hat, which made you laugh while Shoto just snorted a bit.

The whole evening was great, and even your dad wasn't a pain in the ass. He was less and less a pain in the ass though, now that Shoto agreed to finally use his power. You ate cake once more, kind of forcing yourself since you guys had 3 celebrations already, but Fuyumi had put a lot of effort into the cake, and you didn't want to hurt her.

Everyone was watching TV, but you stopped watching when you received a notification on your phone. Your heart stopped beating when you read ''Touya 😎🤙🏻''. Someone should've hacked his phone or something. But you opened the text anyway.

from Touya 😎🤙🏻 at 9:14pm

Happy Birthday ! I know you're 16 now !

+ congrats on your provisional license ❤️

from Touya 😎🤙🏻 at 9:15pm

La-Vie-en-Rose.mp3

from Touya 😎🤙🏻 at 9:15pm

don't tell and don't answer ily

Unconsciously, you had started to cry. It was him, not someone who had hacked his phone. You did as he said and didn't answer, even though you had many many questions to ask him, and wanted to thank him.

''What's wrong ?'' Shoto asked. That's when you understood he hadn't received it. Touya had only texted you. You just giggled, wiping your tears away. ''Sorry, I'm just tired, I guess I need some sleep.'' Natsuo giggled as well. ''You had a pretty exhausting day, yeah. Goodnight !'' They all waved at you and you waved as well, going to your room.

You read the texts all over and over again, crying even more since now you were alone and nobody could see you. Maybe he was the guy with the black hair, he could've changed his look so nobody would recognize him, after all. But you couldn't ask him. If he told you not to answer, he had reasons. You just kept listening to the song he had sent to you, singing along with it, a huge smile on your face, until you fell asleep.

the sequel is here !!

kind of angst bc there isn't a bad ending

fun fact if you guys are crying : I actually got this idea for no reason while I was shaving in the bathroom???? anyway love for dabi

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #dabi #dabi x reader #touya todoroki #touya x reader #shoto todoroki

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betterwithchocolate-blog1 · 7 years ago

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Sherlock/ Sherlolly headcanon

I tried to make it a bit more realistic/ different from what I usually see. Hope you enjoy! :)

Warning beforehand: Gory scenes, swearing and violence

Written by @betterwithchocolate

Length: about 2000 words

***

It had been a rainy day in London. Though as nightfall approached, the gentle afternoon drizzle had twitched into a heavily pouring shower with wind so vile it scratches and burned every inch of exposed skin raw.

Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, was walking down Baker Street, thankful he had a large upturned collar to protect him from the harsh weather. He did not mind it, though. In fact, he liked the rain, especially when it came storming and breezing as heavily as it did tonight. It reminded him of himself in a way, of his unstoppable obsessive energy, of the way his mind could spin and race in every direction.

Ironically, the storm never caused his thoughts to run wild. The heavy rainfall caused doused the sounds of the city in white noise, and allowed him to think.

His feet splashed on the pavement as his flat came into view, and Holmes was immediately alerted towards the figure in front of his flat, sitting on his steps. The figure was hunched over, face in their hands, knees pulled in to the chest. They were unprotected from the weather, not even wearing a coat. From a distance, Sherlock could tell it, she, was a woman.

As he approached the woman, more detail of her became visible. His mind starting analysing immediately, in the way he was accustomed to.

“Woman. White blouse. Approximately 1.60 metres tall. Blonde-ginger hair. No coat. Why? Did she lose it? No. She chose to, otherwise she would’ve looked for cover. Hunched? Crying? Probably. Yes. Why? Six possible reasons. Not important. Who? Ginger hair, petite posture. Strong, unbothered by the storm. Molly.”

As he got closer, he could see more detail of her face. “Blood. Injured on cheekbone and forehead. Two likely reasons for crying.” Immediately Sherlock quickened his pace towards her and stopped abruptly before her, his coat moving after the sudden change of speed.

“Molly.”

She took her head out of her hands and looked up to Sherlock, she was doused in rain, though not crying. Sherlock noticed that the injuries were made by blunt object with sharp protrusions, and that they were somewhat more severe than he had initially thought, since most of them had been hidden in her hands.

She had cuts on her cheek, multiple sets of two gashes parallel to each other. One likely explanation. That arrogant prick-

“Sh-Sherlock,” Molly stuttered. “I can’t- I don’t know why-” She put her head in her hands again, but only for a brief second.

Sherlock took off his coat and wrapped it around Molly.

“Let’s get you inside.” He already felt the icy water leaking through his shirt. “Up you go.” He said as he helped her stand.

Molly wiped the rain and blood from her face, and Sherlock saw a tinge of pain move through her expression as she did.

Sherlock helped her up the steps, making sure the coat protected her at all times.

“Mrs. Hudson! Tea!” He yelled as he opened the door for Molly. She was shivering a bit, but suppressing it.

Quickly enough, Mrs. Hudson stepped into the hall. “Sherlock, how many times have I told you that I‘m not your-” Mrs. Hudson was cut off by herself, the moment she laid eyes on Molly. “Oh dear, Oh dear, Oh dear!” Were the only sounds heard from her as she turned towards her flat, followed by the rattle of cups shortly after.

Sherlock helped Molly up the stairs. Her hands were trembling, her breath were quivering.

Upon entering his flat, he let go of Molly, and quickly fetched a pile of clothes from his room before walking back to her.

“Sherlock I want to explain...”

“No need. You are cold and dehydrated, likely in shock. Go take a shower first, warm yourself up, and make sure to clean your wounds.”

“But there’s more”

“Yes. I’ve noticed.” He said, and then thought he might’ve spoken too loudly. Quickly he added “Just go shower, we will discuss that after you get yourself warmed up. Okay?”

Molly nodded as she took the pile from Sherlock’s hands. “Okay.”

She walked towards the shower, but before she got in Sherlock turned around in her direction and said “Oh, and leave the door unlocked.”

She nodded again in understanding and then stepped into the bathroom with a small smile, even though Sherlock saw she was in pain.

He was going to tear Tom apart.

***

After Molly had went into the bathroom, he had put on his coat and went outside to face the heavy rain again, before getting in a cab and driving towards Molly’s flat, or rather several streets removed from it. The last few streets he crossed by foot with a steady, fast pace, hands in his pockets, collar upturned. He looked sternly on a fixed point in front of him, before shaking his expression as he climbed the steps in front of Molly’s flat. He put on a mask of friendliness as he rang the doorbell, as he so often had done before.

“Hello?” Tom’s voice sounded from the intercom.

“Yes tom hi!” Sherlock said, in a joyful tone. “Good to talk to you. I was wondering, is Molly home? There is a very urgent matter I must discuss with her”

“Oh hi Sherlock, No... She’s not at the moment unfortunately.”

“Oh. Good. Because I eh, actually, I came to see you.” Sherlock hated mistreating his sentences like this. However, he knew it would have the desired effect. There was a short silence.

“You, you came to see me?” Tom sounded positively surprised. “Eh, okay, yeah sure. Come on up.” His words were followed by the sound of the buzzer. Sherlock grinned. He had known Tom was gay from the moment he saw him. However, he now regretted not telling Molly about it. He just didn’t want to spoil her relationship like he did before, when he first met Moriarty.

He pounded up the stairs, letting his friendly face fall off of him like a brick, and taking off his shawl to put it in his pocket. When he reached Molly’s door, he knocked lightly. Tom opened immediately.

“Hi.” Tom had a smile on his face; Sherlock saw Tom’s knuckles were bruised. He felt disgusted.

“Hello.”

“Come in.” Tom opened the door a bit wider and let Sherlock through. “You know I doubted whether you were gay,” Tom started, as he closed the door.

The moment the door lock clicked behind him, Sherlock whirled and turned around towards Tom, cutting off his sentence. Tom started smiling, though Sherlock wasn’t smiling at all. Before Tom could start speaking again, Sherlock grabbed him by the collar with one hand, and gave a sharp hit with the palm of his other towards Tom’s nostril bone. His head snapped back, his eyes pressed shut with pain. His nose started to bleed. “What the hell!” Tom yelled.

Sherlock yanked Tom forward, letting him trip over his leg, making tom fall face first to his own living room floor. Before he could get up Sherlock quickly delivered a large kick towards Tom’s abdomen, making him curl up and groan almost pitifully. It was a kick enough to injure, not to maim. He probably wouldn’t feel a thing of it anymore in a week, in contrast to the pain molly would have to endure the following month.

“Please!” Tom yelled out, coughing out the blood streaming from his nose. “Please stop!” Tom wretched as Sherlock paused and looked down at him, his gaze disgusted. “I-I, What have I done to deserve this? Are you just doing this for fun?! You’re insane! Bloody psychopath! Get away from me!” He tried to get up, though Sherlock grabbed him by the collar and pulled him towards the kitchen, in which molly had gotten stone flooring laid. When they reached the kitchen Sherlock dropped Tom the way a child would drop an insect after being told its toxicity, and then crouched down beside him.

“First of all,” Sherlock started as he held Tom’s neck backwards in an unnatural angle. “High functioning sociopath.”

“Second of all, you might want to look towards the bruises on your knuckles on your hand regarding as to why I’m doing this. Based on the intensity of the wounds, you must’ve hit with this hand at least seven, no, eight times. Quite recently, it appears, the scabs are still very fresh, wouldn’t you say?”

“Molly was just a stupid b-”

“It would be wise for you to shut up now” Sherlock interrupted “You see, Tom, if there is something I do not stand for, It is domestic abuse or other forms of physical mistreatment towards those smaller than your own size.” Sherlock got up and put the heel of his shoe right atop of Tom’s bruised hand. “If you ever again get the, I must say, extremely idiotic idea to lay a hand on Molly Hooper, please remember this visit of mine, and choose otherwise.”

Tom groaned in pain as Sherlock added pressure onto the hand.

“Actually, allow me to make that decision for you.” Sherlock said, as he lifted his foot up and brought the heel down hard on Tom’s hand, shattering at least three finger bones and two bones connecting the wrist and knuckles. Tom screamed, though not very loud.

“Have I made myself clear?” Sherlock asked. The only response he got was a painful cough through clenched teeth. After that, Sherlock turned around and showed himself out. On the front steps, he phoned Lestrade, saying that there had been a burglary at Molly’s flat, and that Tom had gotten himself quite injured in the process.

When George arrived at the scene, Sherlock told him that Molly had ran to his flat in the panic, that she was soaked wet in rain and just as beaten up as Tom was, which lestrade found odd.

“The odd thing was, inspector, that Miss Hooper had multiple pairs of parallel cuts across her cheek, and I couldn’t quite place with what object she had been attacked.”

“All right, Sherlock, We’ll look into it.”

Completely ignoring with what George had said, Sherlock responded “Have you noticed the ring Tom wears, has 2 stones in it? An intricate design, even if I do say so myself.”

Lestrade was silent for a second. “Yes it is, now that you say so.”

Sherlock smiled at Lestrade briefly before turning around on his way home. “Goodnight inspector!”

***

As she stepped through the door, the storm behind him had calmed to a continuous gentle drizzle, tapping softly on the windows as he heard the warm crackling of the fire in his flat upstairs.

Mrs. Hudson told him John had gotten home while he was out; he had checked on molly’s injuries and was now out to get her some painkillers. He wanted to say that that had hardly had been necessary, for he had a plenitude of painkilling narcotics upstairs. Nevertheless, he decided against it.

In his living room, Molly was sitting on a pillow in front of the fire, with a blanket wrapped around her and her second cup of tea in her hands. She was facing the fire, staring blankly into it. She turned her head when she heard him come in.

“Sherlock hi, I noticed you had gone, um, out.” She looked down.

He took of his wet coat and put it on the coat hanger. “Yes I did, I paid a short visit to Tom. Though the weirdest thing happened, I got there, and he had been beaten up by a burglar.”

Molly looked up, surprised, shocked perhaps. “He was? What happened?” Sherlock walked towards her, and sat down next to her in front of the fire.

“Possible broken nose, broken hand and multiple injured vital organs. He’ll be fine though, don’t worry. However, there is one thing has got me thinking.”

“And what’s that?”

“The hand that was broken had already been injured before. He had hit someone today, multiple times, and hard.” He paused a second before he continued. “But you were the only one that had been with him all day long.”

Molly snivelled a bit, though Sherlock didn’t see any tears. Sherlock saw she realised why he had gone out, and she only said a three small words in response.

“Thank you, Sherlock.”

He pulled her close to his chest

“No need.” He said. “He’s never getting near you again.” Then he leaned his cheek on her head and rocked her lightly.

“You’re safe now, Molly Hooper, you’re safe.”

***

#sherlock #221b baker street #sherlolly #sherlock fic #my work #hope you enjoy #moffat #sherlock holmes #sherlock bbc #fanfic #molly hooper #benedict cumberbatch #louise brealy

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kafeuka · 7 years ago

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for the prompt: jikook basking in holding hands and doing lovey dovey shit in public bc no one will recognize them in their halloween costume!

█ mask on█ wordcount: 1221w█ pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin█ boyfriends jungkook and jimin went to a halloween parade in tokyo.first of all, thank you for sending me something to write! idk how halloween works but here goes nothing ♡

“You lookhandsome,” Jimin gushed, eyeing him from head to toe.

Underneathhis mask, Jungkook rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance. “Hyung, I’m wearinga goddamn mask, how can I lookhandsome?”

Jimingiggled as a reply, unbothered by the dirty look Jungkook was throwing at him(mainly because he could not really see it with the mask on his boyfriend’sface), and moved to the bathroom to put on his mask. Jungkook was not really abig fan of parade, he never really enjoyed going out and surrounding himselfwith a lot of people because people sweat and there was always some pungentsmell everywhere.

He plannedto stay at the hotel, order room service or maybe they could just go to thechicken place a few blocks away and marathon the Death Note movies but ParkJimin just had to go on his phone to check the events that was going on duringthis time of the year.

BeforeJungkook could have refused, Jimin had already put his puppy eyes on, lips allpouty and looking all adorable as if he had never sinned before in his all lifeand the next thing he knew, Jungkook was putting on a black robe and had astupid mask on his face.

When theywent down to the lobby to – as Jimin said it with air quotes – “experienceHalloween in Tokyo”, Jungkook was considering faking stomach-ache but Jiminliterally skipped (not walked, but skipped) happily, flowers growing on everystep he took and Jungkook did not have the heart to lie. Sighing, he glanced atTakeda, the receptionist, who only grinned and nodded as a greeting. Jungkooksmiled back before waving a hand, only to realise he still had his dumb mask on.

Jungkookwas not wrong when he predicted it would be crowded. They arrived at the paradetwenty minutes later with Jimin leading and Jungkook sulking from behind.Everyone had their costumes on, and Jungkook’s favourite had to be the woman whoonly used make up to produce the clown from IT look. He was staring at her solong that she turned to him and called him out.

“Eh?” heasked, bewildered. For a moment there, he felt glad that he was wearing a mask –he probably looked flustered right now. “Um… Uh…” His brain chose to burn allthe Japanese phrases he had spent learning on the airplane, leaving him withincoherent words.

“She askedif you want to take a picture,” Jimin whispered, there was a hint of amusementin his tone.

Jungkook blushed,once again thanking the mask for covering his face. “Yes,” he answered inJapanese. “Yes, yes,” he repeated, fumbling on the pocket of the black robe forhis phone. “Picture, picture…” he murmured.

The womanasked a question again, and Jungkook was only able to catch the word ‘costume’.Jimin answered, although he had troubles with the pronunciation, and Jungkookwondered if this was how proud mothers felt watching their children. They tookpictures together, conversed a little more before moving on to check out others’costumes.

Jungkook’sheart almost leaped out of his chest when he spotted a guy wearing the sameoutfit he did for their Fire performance, with the same hairstyle and possiblythe same makeup. Instead of going towards him for a sign and autograph, the guyonly walked passed by him, making him confused a little bit.

“Hyung,that was totally me, right? He was dressed as me, right?”

“Now thatyou mention it, he did actually. That’s amazing. We should take a picture withhim!”

“Hyung,no! What if—”

But hisprotest was ignored by Jimin, who already ran to Jungkook 2.0 and tapped theguy on the shoulder and asked the girl beside him if she could take the picturefor them.

The guywas shorter than Jungkook, but he had to give one for this guy for his efforts.

“Do youlike BTS?” Jimin asked.

“I listento them, it’s my girlfriend who loves them,” he grinned, pulling his girlfriendcloser to him. Jungkook could not exactly tell what his girlfriend was dressedas, probably as a porcelain doll or Annabelle but Jungkook really did not wantto stare at her any longer.

“Ah, isthat so? I love BTS too. I’m a big fan of Jungkook.”

Jungkook turnedred; it was already hot and Jimin just had to go and say annoying stuff thatmade his heart flutter.

They met afew more people, took a lot of pictures and when their legs started to ache,both of them slowed down and walked side by side. Jungkook exhaled loudlythrough his nose, tempted to take off the mask because he was sweating but heremembered that he had to keep it on. There were actually more people whodressed as them, some even dressed as Yoongi’s dog and he did not want to riskgetting caught.

Jungkookstartled at the sudden hand that held his, and he turned to see it was Jimin’s.Jimin looked up to him when he felt Jungkook was staring, and despite not beingable to see Jimin’s face, he knew Jimin was smiling as his grip on his handtightened.

“Tired?”

“Very,”Jungkook murmured.

Jimin letout a breathless laugh, bumping Jungkook lightly and playfully with his arm. “Itwas a good experience, right? When else can we do this? Probably never.”

“We couldgo next year with the others,” Jungkook suggested with a shrug.

“Therewere people dressed as us, Jungkook,” Jimin giggled. “I won though, I’ve seenat least a dozen who dressed as me.”

Jungkookswung their hands together and hummed. “All of them were really good looking too… Especially the guy who dressed as SpringDay Jimin.”

“What?”

“Myfavourite would probably that Spring Day Jimin.”

“Oi!”

Jungkooklaughed, heart full and warm. He loved riling Jimin up and his reactions.

He heardJimin huffing before resting his head against Jungkook’s shoulder. “Did youhave fun?” Jimin asked, voice so soft it was almost a whisper.

“I did.”

Jungkooklet go of his hand to wrap his arm around Jimin’s shoulder, bringing himcloser.

“I wannakiss you right now.”

“Yeah?”Jungkook giggled.

“Yeah.”

“What for?”

“Can’t Ijust kiss my boyfriend? Do I need a reason?” Jimin implored.

“Finethen. Give me a reason. Just one.”

“For lovingme unconditionally. For giving me a reason to wake up to. For loving me when Idon’t even love myself. For bringing me here and witness all of these.”

“Hyung, Isaid one – and stop being sappy, it’s disgusting!”

Of course,Jimin chose to ignore it and only continued seriously. “For taking care of me.For making me happy.”

“Stop it!”He was getting more and more flustered now, the tips of his ears were burningand Jimin continued.

“For beingthe best boyfriend ever,” Jimin finally ended.

“Bestboyfriend ever?”

“Uhuh.”

Jungkookcleared his throat, lips stretching into a wide grin and god damn it, he couldnot stop grinning.

“I loveyou, hyung.”

“Who’s thesappy one here, huh?” Jimin teased.

“Just sayit back,” Jungkook snapped in embarrassment, looking away when Jimin turned tolook at him.

Jimingiggled, warming his heart for the umpteenth time.

“I loveyou too.”

#kfk:drabble #busanboysnet #jikook #kookmin #jikook fic #kookmin fic

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