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citrustan · 3 years

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lovefool [1/6] (jjk)

pairing: jeon jungkook × reader

genre: angst, fluff (sort of), smut (right at the beginning and some more towards the end of the beginning but none after that!)

summary: your boyfriend's pretty girl best friend keeps hogging up your alone time with him.

word count: 4k - this story will have around 3 or 4 parts. (six parts + drabbles)

warnings: IDK how to write smut ok so yes pretty wild of me to begin w it. oc is very insecure and jealous, oc and yuna are passive aggressive towards each other and jungkook is trying his best, also, long platinum blonde haired tattoo artist jungkook w his beautiful sleeve tattoo.

note: please note that this is one of my first attempts at fan fiction writing and it’s not very polished. i will be editing it in the near future, some scenes are rushed and i have not managed to fill in the gaps yet. the plot remains the same but i’ll definitely add more dialogue. thanks for reading luvs! It's edited!

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Jungkook ran his fingertips across your clothed collarbone, "I love this turtleneck on you."

You knew that, you smile. You were checking yourself out in Jungkook’s room when your gorgeous boyfriend decided he wanted to play.

His other hand travels down to your tummy from your shoulder, pressing your back closer against his abs. You gently tilt your head back and rest it on his chest. He caresses your neck and chest while simultaneously rubbing his palm in circular motions on your stomach and leans his head down to your neck, peppering kisses along your jawline.

Your arms awkwardly hang at your sides, hands clenched into fists. Your face is probably redder than a strawberry at this point, you can feel the hair on the back of your neck stand. He cups your tits and toys with your nipples.

You grind back on his crotch, making him breathe out a low-pitched moan.

He stops playing your breasts for a quick second to tuck your hair behind your ears, "You know, we have around thirty minutes before she gets here. Will you let me eat you out?"

You’re embarrassed by how wet Jungkook got you just by a little softcore groping.

Jungkook grabs your tits a little harsher this time, your small gasps and moans of appreciation encourage him.

"Hm, yea..." You squeeze your thighs together as tightly as you could.

His large hand slides down from your stomach to your thighs, lifting your pleated tennis skirt up. He gawks at your reflection in the mirror in front of you, "Babe, fuck, you have no panties on?"

At this, you’re a little flushed and you look at him wide eyed, accusing him, "You were the one who asked me to not wear them...!"

"Well- I don't- I didn't expect you to actually not wear them..." Jungkook almost whines out.

You could see his ears turning red, he's so shy he barely makes any eye contact with you.

That's Jungkook for you. He really could switch up just like that.

You giggled for a good two seconds before he suddenly palms your cunt making you abruptly stop, "Do you wanna take this to the bed or the beanbag?"

"I'm thinking, you don’t have clean sheets so- wow... the beanbag?" You lean back into him further, knees buckling from the sudden pressure he applies on your pussy.

His cold finger inserts itself in between your lips, brushing gently against your clit. He moans in your ear and kisses it making you tremble.

He wants you to look at him through the mirror but you’re too shy.

The cold air and Jungkook all over you is certainly a combination you can get used to.

You're about to detach from him and crawl to his beanbag chair, because you doubted you had the energy to walk immediately, when your doorbell rang four times, consecutively. Your heart fucking dropped into your stomach.

It’s her and of course, she's early.

Jungkook can kiss his kinky night goodbye. You were finally gonna let him tie you up tonight.

You don't like her a whole lot and Jungkook knows that.

You and she were acquaintances and almost friends before you started dating her best friend. You first met her in the restaurant across from Jungkook’s tattoo store (he doesn’t own it, he just works there part time for now). You exchanged numbers and ran into each other at the restaurant frequently, despite of which neither of you of you initiated a proper conversation over text.

You found her very beautiful, you still do. After a month or two, you ran into Jungkook and Yuna at the local grocery store and had thought they were in a relationship or something of that sort. But then Jungkook didn't waste any time asking you out, debunking that previous thought. He had begged Yuna to introduce you.

You don't know if it was some unrequited crush or whether they had a romantic history, but you weren’t keen on wanting to find out either. It doesn't matter because Jungkook has told you he likes you and you only. But now, from time to time, you're starting to really question it. Nothing, in particular, points to confirm that theory, it’s just some good old overthinking and jealousy.

Jungkook cursed staring down at his hard on. There’s absolutely no way he could get rid of it before Yuna asks for him.

You sighed, "I'll get the door, go grab jeans or something other than sweats and I'll change after you're done." You didn't wait for him to respond and hurried into his kitchen to grab paper towels to wipe your thighs and your (now) dry cunt. You washed your hands and calmly walked to open the door.

Five, four, three, two, one, you count down before you answered.

"Oh, _____, hey,” you were greeted by a smiling Yuna. “I didn't think you'd be here so soon!"

Pfft sure you didn’t.

You wouldn’t dare mistake her smile for genuine kindness.

"Hi, Yu."

...

"Why are you standing by the door? Where's Yuna?" Jungkook's voice startles you. "Right here!" Yuna steps right in, unintentionally pushing you back (but you don’t believe it to be accidental).

You move to the side and hold the door open for her majesty, trying not to slam it on her fingers while she makes herself comfortable, switching from her shoes to her home slippers.

Yes, she has designated slippers at Jungkook’s place. YOU don’t have designated slippers but you’re currently making a mental note to buy adorable, fuzzy slippers for yourself. Maybe you can even get matching ones for you and your boyfriend. And they’re going to look prettier than Yuna’s stupid lilac slippers!

She didn't bother putting her shoes on the shoe rack where they’re supposed to go and ran to YOUR boyfriend, hugging the life out of him, "It's been too long since I last hung out with you!"

Even though she saw him last week!

You bite the insides of your cheek and angrily set her stupid little shoes on the rack. Her feet are smaller than yours despite her being taller than you.

"Oh, are you that happy to see me?" Yuna jokes (or you hope she does) briefly eyeing his trousers.

Your mouth slightly drops open. You’re not having a good day. You understand she's his best friend but GOD, his girlfriend's RIGHT HERE. You could see the shame and terror on Jungkook’s face. He awkwardly laughs it off.

Jungkook knows he's in a little pickle, but it isn’t his fault Yuna joked about it in front of you! He doesn’t control her, contrary to popular belief.

Also, he totally blames his hot girlfriend (that’s you) for getting him all riled up in the first place.

He also knows Yuna was never really a fan of any of his girlfriends, not just you, but you were so much different than his previous girlfriends and Yuna was literally the one to introduce the two of you. And he knows you think Yuna likes him more than a person would like a friend and although he thinks that it's just your insecurity projecting, he wouldn't dare tell you that at the risk of it coming off the wrong way.

Now that it was getting closer to the semester's end, there wasn't a lot of free time before the exams and Jungkook is supposed to leave for a month to see his parents right after the assessment tests.

This was his last free weekend before he began to prep for his exams and he was in his fourth and final year of business school.

You were still in your first year and your workload was a bit lighter. You offered to hang around and help Jungkook, but you always end up distracting him.

You then came to a mutual decision to only text during his study break and meet only after his exams, right before he leaves for Busan.

Although, it sounds a tad extreme to not hang out at all, it’s not set in stone or anything. You’re free to walk in anytime you want to and vice versa but you’d rather him not travel and waste his time.

With that being discussed, this was YOUR time with Jungkook. YOUR weekend. You hate that you had to share him with his best friend, who has obviously gotten more time with him than you have.

However, you’re too timid to bring this up. Not wanting to be the type of controlling girlfriend who forbids her boyfriend from seeing his girl best friend for no real reason, you sit back and watch Yuna do what she wanted. That’d just be embarrassing. You secretly expected him to send her away himself but he’s too nice for that.

You don’t understand the dynamics of friends who are as close as the two, you’ve never had a friend who stuck by for that long.

Those two on the other hand, they grew up together, their parents probably planned their wedding and you’ve read too many ‘best friends to lovers’ trope stories.

You had tuned out the two friends' bickering, lost in your own thoughts of wringing both their necks. Not really, but yes.

Sometimes, you genuinely feel like you're third wheeling. You suppose it's normal to feel that way, considering your insecure and jealous nature, and they are really, very close after all. However, you are his girlfriend. It's ridiculous of you to expect him to choose between you two. You don't really want that either, you just feel really left out.

You're still crouched in front of the little shelf, and you hear Yuna announce that she was going to defrost and heat the pizza for them and make spaghetti for you because you don't like pizza (bite me).

You hate that she’s acting considerate. That was so unnecessary. You could do pizza but no, Miss. I’m The Perfect Girl Best Friend just had to rise above!

Jungkook finds you kneeling by the door and crouches next to you. You look at him over your shoulder. He ruffles your hair and pulls you up with him. You scoff.

He thinks you're adorable. He likes you so much it's almost creepy. He peeks from behind the wall, eyeing Yuna in the kitchen before he has his attention back on you.

You were now stood up with your arms crossed under your breasts. You looked so pretty when you're trying to be all stoic. He can already tell you weren't going to speak to him properly for the entire day. You knew Yuna was going to be here, you didn't even object to it, yet you were mad about it.

Girls, he thinks.

"Are you upse-"

"No," you cut him off. He chuckled at your squinted eyes.

You pressed your thighs together, shifting around a little and it dawned on him that you were still very naked under your tiny skirt. He wanted to do nothing more than lift your leg up over his shoulder and screw you. Or wait, maybe-

He drops down to his knees and lifts your skirt up. "Wait, wuh-", "Sh. It's going to take a while for her to get the pizzas heated, the oven is pretty old."

Oh?

Oh.

Oh, he’s good.

>:)

Jungkook kisses up your thighs while gently lifting your leg over his shoulder, giving him a lovely view of your pussy. You’re curiously staring down at him, very aware of a possible double chin forming so you quickly look up at his ceiling, taking a deep breath. He takes in your enticing scent. He wants to drink you.

Jungkook, not taking his eyes off your pussy, pushes your lips apart with two of his cold fingers. Your palm pushes against the wall, supporting your stance while your other hand paws at your tits.

Your eyes are now tightly shut, awaiting the bliss you’re about to be in. You can feel him breathing on your clit.

Jungkook is this close to putting his tongue directly on your clit when you hear a screech coming from the kitchen.

Jungkook drops his head on the leg you currently stood on and kisses your thigh as to apologize for stopping.

Yuna has the worst timing.

Or perhaps the best? For her,that is.

You’re not supposed to be fucking with someone else in the room, so you guess that’s fair. It’s still annoying.

You’ve given up at this point too. You might as well wear panties and a bra because you’re way past being aroused.

You put yourself together and stumble into Jungkook’s bedroom. You’re so agitated that you want to break down.

By the time you’ve changed into fresh underwear, Yuna and Jungkook had already set up the table. You spot yourself in the mirror looking visibly upset. It’s like you had a permanently frowny, wrinkled up face. You stretch your forehead and cheeks, but you can’t help but pout. You felt clingy and selfish. And rude.

You walk into Yuna admiring Jungkook’s sleeve tattoo as if she wasn’t there when it was done.

PFFT!

It just looks wrong to you but also personal enough to not interrupt them. She was smiling up at him, tracing his tattoos making him giggle like a toddler.

>:(

Neither of them noticed you quietly glaring at the scene unfolding in front of you.

You look down and your hands and crack your knuckles, immediately catching Jungkook’s attention, “Hello, gorgeous. You sure took your own sweet time in there, hm?”

You don’t know what that was supposed to mean but you were sensitive at this moment, and it was hard to handle his teasing insinuations.

You feel childish. Taking a small breath, you saunter over to the pair and look up at them, “Sooo, what’d I miss?”

“Well, Jungkook was just about to show off his new tattoo. I think this is the first time you got one without my knowledge, isn’t it?” she smiles.

Oh? You raise your brows and smile uncomfortably, looking up at Jungkook. His smile briefly falters but he catches himself, “Right! You’re going to love this one, kid.” He raises his bare arm up to his chest, flashing his recently tattooed wrist to the two of you.

You were unsure about who he was referring to.

Barely covering two inches of his skin is a beautiful design that you’ve seen quite a lot. It’s a stick and poke tattoo of a crescent moon with an eye in the centre, beside the moon. You do love it. You’ve seen it on a sticky note on his laptop, in his notebook and even on his fridge.

You open your mouth to admire his body art when you get cut off by Yuna’s sweet voice, “Oh, my gosh, Kook! That’s my design, isn’t it? It looks so wonderful on your arm. I’m so honoured!”

And just like that, your genuine smile and happiness turns into one of contempt.

Yuna has grabbed onto his arm, and she turns to you, “_____, what do you think?”

Jungkook looks at you, eagerly waiting for your praise. Yuna has a victorious and satisfied smile on her face, and you can’t tell if that’s aimed at your unsettlement or the idea of being a permanent part of Jungkook through this tattoo, or both.

“Well, it’s obviously symbolic. I think it’s lovely, as well.” You stutter out.

Jungkook doesn’t catch on to the insincerity and if Yuna does, she doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, the pretty girl jumps up to hug your boyfriend tight. For the second time in a matter of not even an hour.

You scratch the back of your neck, the action which Jungkook immediately identifies as a nervous tick.

“I’ll get the beers and wine before the food goes cold!” Yuna gives him a kiss on the cheek and runs off to the fridge.

Once again, which one of you is his girlfriend? She sure acts like it's her.

He then turns to you.

“Baby?” He pulls you into a hug. You can smell her perfume on him, and you feel like an angry dog whose owner betrayed her by petting other dogs.

“Do you feel okay? I’m sorry we were interrupted, I promise we’ll spend the rest of the weekend together, okay?” He whispers.

He has you smushed against his chest. You hear Yuna setting the glasses and bottles on the table beside you.

Jungkook pulls back and pecks your lips and forehead. You blush instantly. You’re a weak woman.

You cover your hands with your knitted sweater sleeves. You’re going to behave because your boyfriend promised himself to you for the entire weekend.

You’re once again adding mental notes about what you need to wear and do. Maybe you can bake together, Jungkook loves eating your baked goods. Maybe you can make his favourite Madeleines and raspberry croissants or maybe a mini cake or muffins. You were planning to bake him tea cakes and cookies to snack on during his study break anyway. Not ones that are too sweet, of course. Your boyfriend has quite the sweet tooth and you don’t want him to stuff himself.

Two hours into your lunch date, you’re now watching an anime that you don’t really understand because you’re just watching from where Jungkook and Yuna left off, but you don’t mind it.

You’re currently cuddled up to your boyfriend, sharing a blanket. His arm is wrapped around you and his other hand is placed on your knee that’s over his thighs. Jungkook and Yuna keep talking and laughing at their inside jokes, but you don’t really care. You’re all tired out.

Yuna suddenly pauses the movie and turns to your boyfriend. She ignores the position you’re in, “I was supposed to start with this but your little tribute to me totally made me forget.”

She was referring to his tattoo, of course. You had to force yourself to not roll your eyes. “Tell us, what’s up?” Your boyfriend now has all his attention directed towards his friend.

She breathed out and spoke, “What if I told you I got Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok to free up their schedules for the weekend?”

...

Oh, c’mon. Not this. Not now.

“Weekend…? This weekend? I haven’t seen them in months!” Your boyfriend exclaims.

“Hear me out! I have a cabin booked for the whole group for the next two days, there are activities like that thing you like? What is it? Bungee jumping. And hand gliding and like a bunch of water sports! It’s all paid for; all you have to do is bring yourself and your car, of course,” she sounds very enthusiastic. Yuna sounds like a saleswoman at this point.

You almost feel bad for her. You and Jungkook were having a replenishing date weekend after all. You looked up at Jungkook and found him already staring right at you.

Oh? Oh. Oh, no.

You had dibs on Jungkook!

You already know what’s going to happen and your smile fades.

“No, you- but you told me we’d spend all weekend together...” You scrunch your brows together and push yourself off of him and sit upright.

“Babe, you know I haven’t seen my hyungs in over a year! Not even on my birthday-”, “Jungkook, you already told me you’d be-” You begin but he cuts you off before you could complain, “_____, this is probably the only free time they’ll get. You have me here after that!”

Not for a whole two months you don't!

“I do not and you know that. You leave for Busan on the day of your last test. I want to be with you.” You pout.

There was a moment of silence following your protest. Yuna sat and stared at Jungkook with hopeful eyes. You really hate how beautiful she is. “I’ll text you about it later.”

And with that, it was decided, you already knew what his answer would be.

Yuna nods with a look of satisfaction flashing on her face. You silently continue watching their stupid show, except this time you kept your hands and feet to yourself. Your mind wandered off and you’re considering asking Yuna if you could tag along. Even though you think it’d be a tiny bit awkward, not too overpoweringly so, with their friends and you not knowing any of them well enough, it’s worth a try.

Even though you’re not the best of friends or even acquaintances anymore, you don’t believe she’d be mean enough to steal your boyfriend away from you when you’re clearly unhappy with it. Soon, you get to the end of the evening.

While Jungkook washes and dries the dishes, Yuna clears the table. They look more like a couple to you than you and Jungkook at this point. And now you’re desperate. You approach the dining table with a random spring scented candle to place it in the centre.

Yuna side eyes you while you build up the courage to speak to her. After all, you’ve never felt the need to put any effort into building a friendship with a woman who never liked you.

You linger for a bit longer when Yuna swiftly turns to you, “Spit it out. I know you have something to say to me.”

You’ve never heard her speak with such distaste. It almost scared you. If you weren’t as scared, you’d definitely be annoyed now. But you need a favour from her. So, you push those emotions aside and wear your big girl panties.

“I was wondering, you know, if I could tag along with you guys. Jungkook and I really haven’t been able to see each other lately. I’ve already met Jin and Jimin and even Tae, so I suppose it wouldn’t be too awkward if I’m there.” you play with the hem of your sweater.

Yuna stops wiping the table to stare you down.

She sighed deeply, “I’m going to be very blunt with you right now- if I’m honest, I can tell you that this is more of a personal trip for the old group to get together for once. I’m bluntly telling you that I really don’t think it’d be fun for Jungkook if you were there to keep nagging him, you know? He’d be with you more than with his friends whom he hasn’t seen for months.”

“Yeah, babe.” Comes your boyfriend’s voice from behind you, “It’s a bunch of outdoor activities they have planned. It doesn’t make sense for you to join us. I know you’re a homebody.”

You aren't sure if he even heard her.

But, you felt cornered. How do you argue with that? You’ve never been good with your words and now you have two people disagreeing with you. More than that, it’s embarrassing. Your own boyfriend refuses to spend time with you instead opting to get far away from you for the weekend. Your lips are almost trembling, but you conceal your disappointment and pain with a closed lip smile.

In Jungkook’s defence, he really didn’t want you to bore yourself and do things you’re not keen on like water sports or ziplining. He’d certainly love to take you on a trip someday, something that you’d enjoy with him and him only.

You stare at the two friends. “Fine, yeah. You’re not wrong.”

“Yes, see, you get it! She gets it, she’s okay, Kook!” Yuna exclaimed.

“Okay, then. I’ll probably leave now, sorry I’m not much help around here today.”

“Aw, don’t worry about it, Kookie and I have it all under control,” Yuna puts her arm around your shoulder.

You still can’t tell if she’s being passive aggressive or if she really means no harm and is comforting you.

You force out a small sound of approval before disappearing into Jungkook’s room to retrieve your backpack filled with pretty undergarments and clothes that Jungkook liked best on you.

Jungkook swears he could hear you stomp to his room.

The door to his room opens quietly and Jungkook walks up to you hugging you from the back and attacking your neck with kisses. You roughly pry his stupidly beautiful, sticky hands away from your body, “I really don’t feel like speaking to you tonight”

“Hey, hey, don’t be that way. You can’t leave when you’re upset. Let me drive you back to your dorm?” He doesn’t let go of your hand.

Usually, you’d get goosebumps by the smallest touches, but you can’t be bothered at the moment.

You’ve gone into this deep cycle of retracing your actions and words towards Jungkook that might be the reason for him to choose Yuna over you.

You yank your hand away, informing him you’d be more comfortable taking a bus back home.

You reasoned with him by telling him he’d need to rest for his long drive tomorrow.

You tried your best to disguise your disappointment but you’re pretty sure both Yuna and Jungkook are aware of your feelings.

Jungkook wouldn’t let you leave before he kissed you properly.

This was the first time you didn’t reciprocate it.

#jungkook angst #jungkook x oc #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #bts fic #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader

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jungshookz · 3 years

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kiss me at midnight; myg

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; ceo!y/n x secretary!yoongiverse!! sfw!! fluff!! the title says it all!! this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for!!

➺ wordcount; 8.1k

➺ summary; y/n finally musters up enough courage to tell yoongi about her i-know-i’m-your-boss-but-i-have-non-boss-feelings-for-you feelings.

➺ what to expect; “careful, secretary min… i might have to give you a raise if you keep sweet-talking me like that.”

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“let’s see… the decorators are coming at 2, the caterers are coming at 6:30, the DJ is coming at 7…” yoongi reads out loud as he goes down his checklist, “the bartender sent over the special drinks menu which i emailed to you this morning, and- ah, right, the caterers mentioned that they were able to switch the mini hot dogs to sliders instead-”

“oh, that’s great! mini hot dogs just don’t carry the same level of class as teeny little hamburgers…” you narrow your eyes slightly as you clasp your hands in front of your face, tapping your fingers against each other, “what about the chocolate lava cakes?”

“mhm, don’t worry, those are on the menu as well, as per your request,” yoongi pauses, “ah- the people bringing the photo-booths are coming to set them up at 5 - we’ve already cleared out the space for them, so that should be good to go… also, are we putting a limit on photos?”

“a limit?”

“yes, a limit,” yoongi looks up at you and shrugs, “there’s only so much film and it wouldn’t be fair for one person to take ten photos and for another person to not have any at all.”

you immediately scoff before dismissing yoongi with a flick of your wrist, “silly yoongi, you can’t put a limit on fun. just tell them we’re willing to pay for extra film and for one of their workers to hang out at the party and wait until the booths need refilling.”

“there.. is no limit… on fun…” yoongi mutters to himself as he continues to scribble notes down in his notebook, “and… that’s it!” he clicks his pen before tucking it back into his shirt pocket, “pretty much everything has been taken care of. if all goes well, this’ll be a fantastic new year’s eve party.”

“yay!” you throw your hands up into the air before leaning back against your chair with a giggle, “this is so exciting. i love throwing parties!”

“and i love planning parties...” yoongi hums absentmindedly, looking back down at his list, “so i guess we make a pretty good team...”

“teamwork makes the dream work, right?”

“mm.”

a couple seconds of silence ticks by as you scour through your brain for a new topic of discussion

you could... talk about the weather?

or maybe ask him what he did over the weekend?

ask him about what he did on christmas day??

“so…” you clear your throat, smoothing your skirt down before folding your arms on your desk and leaning forward slightly, “you bringin’ any... hot dates to the party tonight?”

wow

that was... not an ideal topic of discussion

also, way to sound like a creep!

“me?” yoongi glances up at you and tilts his head slightly, “well, i’ll be with you.” he pauses, dark brows knitting together, “did you… want me to bring a date?” he shifts in his seat, “i’m sure i can arrange for someone to accompany me if that’s what you want.”

“no!” your eyes widen and you shake your head quickly, “i mean- no, i was just- you know, i just- usually you have a plus-one that you bring to parties and, like, i’m sure that you probably had other new year’s plans that didn’t involve being at the party your boss is throwing- i’m just saying that perhaps, if you were planning on actually bringing someone, i just wouldn’t want to be a cock-block-”

you’re cut off (thankfully) when yoongi’s phone suddenly starts to buzz on your desk

he extends his arm and catches it right as it’s about to fall off (which, admittedly, shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but yoongi could be sitting there doing nothing and you’d still find it attractive)

he holds a finger up pardon himself and you nod before leaning back a little

“hello? …oh, perfect. yes, i can come and pick them up now…” yoongi trails off, sandwiching his phone in between his ear and his shoulder before pushing his sleeve up a little to check the time on his watch, “i can be there in… roughly half an hour? yes. alright. perfect. see you soon.”

he hangs up with a beep before looking back over at you, “sorry about that! your dress and heels are ready for pick-up. what were you saying before my phone went off?”

“hm?” you clear your throat, “oh! uh… nothing. i was just- you know, small talk. but you can go now if you want to- i mean, obviously you need to go and pick up my outfit for tonight so i’ll just let you go-”

“alright, perfect-” yoongi nods and gets up from his seat, “i shouldn’t take too long but if anything comes up, just call me-”

“yep! you got it, homie-” you shoot finger guns at yoongi before quickly forcing your arms down and shoving both your hands in between your knees so that they won’t do anything like that again

your face flushes bright red as soon as the door shuts behind yoongi and a quiet groan slips past your lips before you smack your forehead down on your desk

jesus

that... was rough, to say the least!

sure, you fumble over your words whenever you talk to yoongi on a regular basis, but it’s never usually this bad...

what’s gotten into you today?!

maybe it’s just the pre-party jitters!

“get it together, y/l/n.” you mutter to yourself, patting your cheeks lightly before pulling your laptop towards you and opening it up

if there’s anyone who can get you get your shit together, it’s hoseok

Y/N Y/L/N (10:12AM): help me

you perk up when hoseok responds almost immediately, your laptop letting out a little ping! from his message

you have half a mind to scold him for not doing work and being on the company’s messaging system but you dO need to talk to him right now so

Jung Hoseok (10:12AM): What did you do this time

Y/N Y/L/N (10:12AM): nothing!! idk what’s wrong with my mouth today i’ve never called anyone homie in my entire life

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): ?

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): you had to be here to understand :-//

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): Okay well

Jung Hoseok (10:13AM): I don’t know what I’m supposed to say now

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): can you just come to my office because it’s too much to type out

Y/N Y/L/N (10:13AM): and bring me an iced coffee from the vending machine while you’re at it because yoongi left to pick my dress up

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): Let me get this straight

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): You want me to stop working and you want me to go to your office so we can gossip about Yoongi

Y/N Y/L/N (10:14AM): gossip sounds bad

Y/N Y/L/N (10:14AM): ‘discuss’ sounds more professional

Jung Hoseok (10:14AM): …

Jung Hoseok (10:15AM): See you in ten minutes lmao

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“you asked him if he was planning on bringing a date to the party?!” hoseok laughs, leaning back against the chair before folding his arms over his chest and shaking his head, “wow. what, are you going to help him plan his wedding too?”

“don’t say that!” you groan, rubbing your fingers against your temples in tight circles, “i was just trying to start a conversation… i don’t know...”

“start a conversation? about what? about encouraging yoongi to be with someone who isn’t you?”

“keep up the attitude and i’ll reduce your lunch break from one hour and fifteen minutes to one hour and fourteen minutes.” you raise a brow in warning, hoseok gawking before wagging a finger at you

“i’ll report you to HR for abuse of power!” he jokes, his smile faltering when he notices that you still have that mopey, kicked-in-the-gut look on your face, “okay, think about it this way: this party couldn’t have come at a better time, you know? because now you know exactly what you have to do!”

“huh? oh, right.” you nod slowly, “yeah, of course i know what i have to do at tonight’s party.” you snort, pulling away from your desk and sitting up straight, “but... you know, just to make sure that you know what it is that i have to do, would you mind telling me what exactly we’re saying i have to do?”

“y/n. come on.” hoseok presses his lips together before leaning forward, “what do people usually do at new year’s eve parties?” he asks gently, in that infuriatingly condescending tone that people usually use when they’re talking to children

“people share their new year’s resolutions with each other?” you hum, thinking back to the new year’s eve party you were at last year where you ended up talking to a very friendly bartender about all the plans you had in mind for the new year

you can’t help but wonder how he’s doing

“well, yeah, but not quite what i had in mind-” hoseok shakes his head, “what else do they do?”

“they... sing karaoke really loudly?” you frown before letting out a gasp, “oh no! i didn’t think of that! do you think it’s too late to rent a karaoke machi-”

“wow, i really have to spoon-feed this to you-” hoseok slaps his hands against his thighs before letting out a huff, “a new year’s kiss, y/n. does that ring any bells?”

“oh, right! i forgot about that part,” you chuckle lightly, tilting your head back against the top of your chair to look up at the ceiling, “but what does that have to do with-” you pause, head snapping back down to look at hoseok with wide eyes, “oh, you’re saying that i should- with yoongi- hoseok, i can barely look at yoongi for five seconds without breaking eye contact-”

“why not?! its new years! you have to have someone to smooch when it’s midnight. even i have someone to kiss!”

“wait, who are you kiss-”

“and you know what the best part is?” hoseok grins, “you have an excuse to get super drunk tonight! and a drunk y/n is a slightly more confident y/n-”

“oh, i can’t- i can’t ask him, no.” you chuckle nervously, your hands suddenly feeling a little clammy at the thought of asking yoongi to kiss you, “because then he’s going to feel like he has to kiss me because i’m his boss, and the next thing you know, i’m being called up to HR-”

“you’re overthinking this again, y/n,” hoseok sighs, “don’t forget the fact that i caught him checking you out at the halloween party. you have to admit that he’s slightly interested in you.”

“that’s different!” you argue, your brows furrowing, “i was dressed as a sexy friggin’ bunny, for god’s sake!”

“and tonight, you’ll be dressed as a sexy friggin’ boss! the only difference is that you won’t have a little cotton tail and two bunny ears-”

“i don’t know…”

hoseok rolls his eyes at your doubt and resists the urge to get up and slap you across the face to get you to come to your senses

you can’t expect anything to happen between you and yoongi if you’re not willing to do something about it in the first place

he can’t even list out how many times you guys have had similar conversations that always end in you chickening out and changing your mind

you were supposed to make a move at the halloween party but you ended up bailing on the plan at the last minute and hoseok had to listen to half an hour of you whining about it over the phone

he adores you but sometimes he just wants to grab you and yell at you for being such a wimp when it comes to yoongi

“okay, you know what? forget yoongi. i’ll be your new year’s kiss!” hoseok teases, leaning forward before wiggling his eyebrows enticingly, “maybe if people see me canoodling with the boss i’ll finally get the street cred i deserve-”

“you know, i don’t know if i’ve reached that level of desperation quite yet-”

“i’m a great kisser, so it’s your loss...” hoseok kisses his teeth, raising his hands in defense, “anyways, just try not to overthink it. take a deep breath, relax, and hopefully you won’t point any more lame finger guns at yoo-”

“-ooou’re fired!” you stand up and slam your fist down on the desk the moment yoongi steps into the room, hoseok jolting at the sudden announcement, “you are fired, my good sir! you heard me loud and clear!”

yoongi’s eyes widen slightly and he presses his lips together before stepping aside and lowering his head

“what the hell are yo-” hoseok glances over his shoulder and it dawns over him when he spots yoongi standing by the door, “oh! oh. uh, okay. yes... i am... devastated...” he clears his throat as he rises from the chair slowly, “please... give me a second chance? i... won’t do it again?”

you blink, pulling down your blazer slightly before giving him a curt nod

“...okay, but this is your last chance. next time, you’re really fired.” you clear your throat, sitting back down before gesturing towards the door, “you may leave now, mr. jung.”

yoongi nods in acknowledgement when hoseok walks past him and he waits a couple of seconds before speaking up

“sorry. i didn’t realize you were busy because the door wasn’t closed all the way.” he smiles sheepishly, raising the garment bag in his hand, “i just wanted to put your dress in the closet for you.”

“yes! go ahead.” you smile, gesturing towards the closet before sitting back down in your chair

“by the way, i passed by that breakfast place on the way to the laundromat-” yoongi pauses, glancing over at you on his way to the closet, “you know, the place that makes those BLT bagels you like so much?”

“ooh, with the spicy mayo and the avocado?”

“mhm-” yoongi smiles, shutting the closet door gently and turning to face you, “they do chocolate chip waffles now and i thought maybe that’d be something you’d be interested in for future breakfasts.”

“oh, no way!” your eyes widen in excitement, “i’m very interested in chocolate chip waffles for future breakfasts!”

“that’s what i thought.” he chuckles, making his way back towards the doors, “anyway- i’ll be out there if you need me, boss.”

“mhm!”

you immediately get up from your chair as soon as yoongi leaves the room

you told yourself that you were going to wait until tonight but you’ve been thinking about your dress all week and you wanna see it now!!

“dress, dress, dress-” you murmur to yourself like a maniac, your heels clicking against the floor as you jog over to the closet

you push down a squeal of excitement after unzipping the garment bag and getting a good look at your outfit for tonight

you spent hours searching for the perfect dress and it was totally worth it now that you’re looking at it

it’s a navy blue midi-length dress that sort of cinches in at the waist but the skirt itself is relaxed so you don’t need to worry about your legs being constricted

there’s also a high slit in the skirt which is exciting (you had to shave your legs yesterday which wasn’t as exciting)

and it’s a long sleeve dress but the sleeves and sheer and billowy but cap around your wrists

it’s classy but also a little sexy but not like your halloween playboy costume level of sexy

you’re still not sure what possessed you to dress up as a playboy bunny but even you have to admit that that little black dress looked great on you

you zip the bag back up before pushing it aside to sneak a peek at the suit that yoongi will be wearing to the party

he asked if he could keep his suit in your closet and obviously you said yes because it’s yoongi

your eyes light up when you notice something peculiar about his outfit

it’s navy blue as well!!

the corners of your mouth lift in a wide grin, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of you and yoongi (unintentionally, but still) wearing matching colours tonight

heh

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“c’mon, stupid thing...” yoongi frowns to himself as he struggles to tie his tie

he’s been at it for the last ten minutes and it seems like his gummy worm fingers aren’t going to be useful anytime soon

and it probably doesn’t help that he’s using his phone camera as a mirror instead of going to the bathroom to use the actual mirror

he doesn’t know if it showed this morning but he’s been a nervous wreck all day!

he practically zipped out of your office as soon as he had the chance to and he just hopes that you’re not suspecting anything

it’s just that as each day goes by, he gets more and more conflicted over what to do about his feelings for you

this wasn’t supposed to happen!

when he first realized that you liked him, he was flattered and admittedly it was a nice stroke to his ego knowing that his boss was interested in him, but he didn’t know it’d turn into this

he didn’t know he’d end up liking you back

this is a disaster!

he’s not supposed to like you back!

he already tried forcing himself to stop liking you but if anything it’s made things worse

he thought your schoolgirl crush was sweet at first and then one day he found your poor excuse of asking him to stay after hours to help you re-organize your pens was cute and ever since then it’s gone downhill

like the other day when he was eating lunch with you - you took the paper sleeve that holds the chopsticks and you folded it into a makeshift chopstick rest and gave it to him to use and,,. he’d have to be crazy to not find that wildly endearing

yoongi lets out a huff and leans back against his chair as he looks at himself on his phone screen

“good going, moron.” he grumbles to himself before lifting his hand and flipping himself off, “you and your feelings.”

of course, it’s not technically a... bad thing that he likes you back, right?

...but what’s everyone going to think?

he knows that he’s on the list of people getting the christmas bonus (because he helped you type it out) but what if people think he just slept his way to the money??

oh, god

that’s not who he is!

this is too much to think about right now

he just had this suit pressed and he’s not about to ruin it by nervously sweating in it

he’s just going to enjoy this party with you and then deal with his feelings later!

future yoongi can handle it

present yoongi is just going to enjoy the ride B-)

“whatcha up to?”

“-!” yoongi jumps and scrambles up from his seat when he hears your voice all of a sudden, “y/n! sorry, i didn’t hear you come out of... your... office...” he trails off, voice softening slightly as he takes in how beautiful you look in your dress

obviously he already knew what you were going to wear because he was the one who picked up your outfit from the dry cleaner’s but... it’s a different experience actually seeing you in it

beautiful

there’s really no other way to describe it

you look... beautiful.

“i don’t know why on earth you’re wearing a tie to a party.” you snort, eyes flicking down to the tie hanging loosely around his neck, “this isn’t a business meeting, yoongi.” (you decided it’d be best to take hoseok’s advice. no overthinking - just relaxing! and it seems to be going well...)

“oh.” yoongi snaps himself out of his daze before shaking his head, “i… i don’t know why, either. i guess i’m just used to wearing a tie.”

“well, i say ditch it - you know, let loose a little! it’s new year’s eve, after all.”

before yoongi even knows it, you’re stepping towards him and sliding the tie from his neck in one swift movement before tossing it onto his desk

ᵒ ᵍᵒᵈ

you even smell pretty

he freezes when you reach up to undo a couple of buttons on his shirt, his hands gripping the edge of his desk so tightly that his knuckles are stark white

“there we go!” you smile, fixing yoongi’s collar before nodding to yourself, “much better. also, do you think you can help me with my heels? i put them on already but the little buckles are flimsy and i can’t do them because of my nails.” you raise both your hands before wiggling your fingers

“mhm, of course.” yoongi steps aside and gestures towards his chair, “take a seat and i’ll take care of them for you.”

yoongi’s chair squeaks slightly as you sit down on it and you make a mental note to get him a new one

...maybe you should get everyone in the office new chairs to make your crush on yoongi less obvious

lots to think about

“so, do you think anyone’s going to have fun tonight?” you ask quietly, leaning back against the chair, “i’m nervous.”

“i’m sure everyone’s going to have fun, y/n,” yoongi lowers himself onto the ground so that he’s down on one knee before raising your leg so that your foot is pressed against his chest, “they get free food, free alcohol, and there are fun 2021 party hats and stupid 2021 glasses to match. what’s not to love?”

“me. i’m the part they don’t love.” you snort, propping your elbow up on yoongi’s desk before leaning against your fist, “i’m gonna take one step onto the rooftop and immediately ruin the party somehow. i bet the dj will stop playing music and his records will make that awkward scratchy sound.”

“don’t be so harsh on yourself…” yoongi scolds, tucking the thin strap into the buckle and giving it a little tug to make sure it’s nice and secure before lowering your foot gently, “besides, if anyone looks at you weirdly, i can just call security and have them escorted out of the party.” he tuts, smiling up at you as he lifts your other foot

“ooh. careful, secretary min… i might have to give you a raise if you keep sweet-talking me like that.” you joke, pushing the ball of your foot gently against yoongi’s chest teasingly

“oh, yeah? i wouldn’t be opposed to that, boss…” the corner of yoongi’s mouth twitches in a side smirk as he slips the other strap into place, “alright, there we go! heels are nice and secure.”

he gets up from the ground, dusting his knee off before extending his hand to help you get up from his chair, “ready?”

“as ready as i’ll ever be...” you reach for his hand only to pause, your nose scrunching slightly as you pull away, “i don’t know. let’s think this through. do we have to go to the party?”

“well, you are the host.” yoongi points out, “and i planned the whole thing! do you know how hard it was to arrange for a karaoke machine on new year’s eve?” he frowns playfully, “you can’t bail on me like this.”

“i guess...”

“listen- whenever you want to leave, just let me know and i’ll grab the entire plate of sliders, a crisp bottle of champagne, and then we’ll head back down here to eat, drink, and watch the fireworks from your office window.” yoongi tilts his head, his hand still out for you to take, “deal?”

“...throw in the chocolate lava cakes as well and we have a deal.”

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“wow! you really outdid yourself, yoongi.” you nod in approval as you look around, “look at this place!”

you never even knew the rooftop had the ability to look like some trendy upscale bar that sells cocktails for $30 each

“hey, if this secretary thing doesn’t work out, maybe i could become a party planner.” yoongi jokes, lifting his glass up with a smile

“you know, i really think you could.” you clink your glass against his before taking a sip of the bubbly champagne, “by the way, you don’t have to hang out with me all night. you’re allowed to go and mingle with your coworkers.”

“i know.” yoongi hums before his nose scrunches slightly, “but every time i talk to them, they’re always gossiping about something and i think gossiping is unproductive.”

“wha-” you gawk, your lashes fluttering, “you’re telling me that you’ve had access to juicy office gossip this whole time and not once have i ever heard any of it??”

“i mean...”

“you have to tell me something. i’ll take anything!”

you grin excitedly when yoongi gestures for you to come in closer

“jungkook and tzuyu had sex on the photocopier by the supplies room.” he blurts out quickly, clearing his throat before taking a sip of his own champagne, “but you didn’t hear it from me!”

“they- what?!” you gasp in shock, jaw practically dropping to the floor, “they did?? during work??”

“no, it was after work!” yoongi shakes his head, “i think you had a meeting across town that night which is why we weren’t here... otherwise we... probably would’ve heard it but- it’s on the CCTV security cameras and everything. of course, since the photocopier is kind of out of frame, you can only see their lower halves-”

“well, then how do you know it was jungkook and tzuyu??”

“their shoes! and jungkook’s socks. he’s the only one who wears bright purple rubber-duckie socks to work.”

the two of you turn to look at jungkook across the rooftop and you blink before looking back over at yoongi with a pout

“that’s my favourite photocopier.” you mutter, “i hope they didn’t get any... fluids inside of it-”

“gross! why would it be inside of the machine?!”

“i don’t know! people go crazy during sex sometimes!” you raise your hands in defense before clearing your throat quietly, “okay, but seriously, i feel like having vigorous sex on a piece of office equipment is definitely violating something so i might have to bring them in for a little chat-”

“ooh, can i be there when you scold them?”

“absolutely-”

“miss y/n?” you jump in surprise when someone taps your shoulder gently from behind

you glance over your shoulder to see joy before smiling politely, turning around fully to face her, “joy! what’s up?”

“i’d like to talk to you about something, if that’s alright - do you have a moment?”

“oh! um, of course-” you pause, turning to hand yoongi your glass, “let’s head over there for some privacy. what’s on your mind?”

“it’s just... you know, regarding past comments i may or may not have made about you-” she chuckles uneasily, “seeing as you still have to figure out who’s getting christmas bonuses this year, i thought that-”

yoongi bites back a grin when you turn back to look at him with pleading eyes and he shrugs helplessly before raising his own glass at you and downing the rest of the champagne

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yoongi’s never been a huge fan of parties mainly because he’d much rather enjoy a bottle of champagne and full-sized burgers in the comfort of his own home

he really only started going to parties once you became CEO of the company and he wasn’t left with a choice because he was worried that you’d fire him if he didn’t attend any of these festive celebrations

he likes to think that you’ve opened him up to new experiences, helping him become a better human being overall

:-)

“hey!” yoongi chokes on his tiny burger patty when someone gives his back a hearty slap, “i’ve been looking for you everywhere! i have a bone to pick with you, min yoongi.”

yoongi’s brows furrow in confusion when it’s hoseok that plops down on the bar stool next to him

“what-” yoongi swallows his bite before giving his chest a couple of pats to help get the masticated chunks of meat down smoother, “what did i do??”

hoseok opens his mouth to say something before pausing, eyes flickering to the side as he reconsiders what he’s about to say

he’s a little tipsy thanks to the open bar so he didn’t really think this decision through but he’s here now so it’s a little late to back out

you explicitly asked him not to meddle but he feels like if he doesn’t do anything, then you’ll never do anything and you’ll just go to the grave keeping your feelings for yoongi a secret

does this count as meddling?

he just has to find a way to steer the conversation towards the topic of you and yoongi and romance

this might be meddling, now that he’s thinking about it

...

it’s fine!

he’ll do it in such a subtle way that yoongi won’t even notice!

“it’s not something that you’ve done. it’s something that you haven’t done.” hoseok clears his throat, narrowing his eyes at yoongi suspiciously, “do you like y/n? because she likes you.”

(not very subtle, but hoseok never likes to beat around the bush.)

“woah-” yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise and he lets out a nervous chuckle before looking around, “ha, i- um- where did you get that idea from?”

“you didn’t deny it.” hoseok grins in success, “so you do?”

“i...” yoongi pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek before he lets out a huff and his shoulders droop in defeat, “yeah. yeah, i do. ...but what does that have to do with you?”

“oh, it has everything to do with me!” hoseok chirps, clapping his hands together excitedly, “i’m here to give you advice!”

“yeah, okay,” yoongi immediately scoffs and rolls his eyes as he turns back to pick up his drink, “no offense, but i don’t think i should be getting advice from the guy who was almost fired today-”

“oh, please, i wasn’t getting fired when you walked in.” hoseok raises a brow, “we were talking about you before you barged in so y/n obviously panicked and changed the subject to make it look like she wasn’t going all goo-goo-ga-ga over you-”

“what? you were- y/n was talking about me?” yoongi perks up, his interest in the conversation suddenly reigniting, “really?”

“she’s always talking about you,” hoseok points out, “don’t get me wrong - i love going to her office to talk about you instead of doing my work, but it’s exhausting! which is part of the reason as to why i’m willing to give you advice to get this show on the road.”

“i don’t need advice, though.”

“of course you need advice. if one of you finally made a move, i wouldn’t need to give you advice, but here i am.” hoseok gestures to himself before shrugging, “so... what’s wrong with you?”

yoongi scoffs in offense

that’s a little ruDE

“what’s wrong with me?”

“yeah. why haven’t you made a move yet if you like y/n back?” hoseok emphasizes as a reminder that this crush goes two ways and that yoongi can be blamed for the lack of action just as much as you

“because... i can’t! it’s not that easy, man.” yoongi shakes his head, “i can’t just ask her out. she’s... like... she’s miss y/n.”

“yes. and the sky is blue.” hoseok frowns, “i’m sorry, what’s the problem?”

“she’s the boss!” yoongi snaps, glaring over at hoseok, “she’s our boss!”

“exactly! she’s the boss! if you’re going to date someone in the office, it might as well be the person signing off everyone’s paycheques at the end of each month-”

“but you can’t- the rules!”

“what rules??”

“there are no rules! that’s why i’m so confused! i’m used to rules! that’s how the world works in my head! what the hell am i supposed to do now? go rogue?! i’ve never gone rogue before!”

“oh, god, who do you think you are? some secret agent? all you’re doing is asking someone out-”

“i can’t date y/n-”

“give me a legitimate reason as to why you can’t date y/n.”

“i’ll be penalized!”

“who’s going to penalize you?!”

“the boss of our boss!”

“please!” hoseok groans loudly, throwing his head back in frustration, “you don’t think he’s goofed around with any of his secretaries?”

“okay, but this isn’t me goofing around with y/n, this is me... being serious with y/n!” yoongi presses his lips together, unsure of what to say next, “yeah. i wanna be serious with y/n.”

“i promise you that no one cares about relationships as long as work is handed in on time and bags of money are being made.” hoseok hums, gesturing for the bartender to fix up another drink for him

having this conversation about you with yoongi is just as exhausting as having this conversation about yoongi with you

...

he doesn’t know if that sentence made any sense but all this alcohol is making the words jumble up together

“well, okay, but-” yoongi chuckles nervously, turning and setting his glass down on the bar countertop, “then we’d have to make a file with HR declaring the status of our relationship, and then we’d have to talk about whether or not we want to keep things private or let the whole office know- oh, god, and what if it doesn’t work out? what if we break up? it’d be embarrassing after having declared our love for each other in front of everyone! and favouritism! don’t even get me started on favouritism! people are going to bag on y/n if they find out that i’m on the list of people getting a bonus! ...but, in my defense, even if we weren’t together i would probably still be on that list because i’m hardworking-”

“yoongi-” hoseok interrupts, slapping both his hands down on his shoulders before letting out a sigh, “do you like y/n?”

“yes.” yoongi answers without missing a beat, “i like y/n. a lot.”

“okay. then that’s all that matters, right?”

yoongi opens his mouth to respond but he pauses

huh

that... is a fair point...

it shouldn’t matter what anyone else thinks about his relationship with you

what is it about alcohol that makes some people so wise?

“do you know what kind of a person you’d be if you just repressed your feelings and pretended that they didn’t exist at all? a coward, that’s what you’d be. because y/n is a fantastic woman and you need to hurry up and make a damn move before she realises she’s wasting her time on you and moves on to someone else who isn’t afraid to show their true feelings for her.” hoseok shakes his head gently before pulling away from yoongi with a nonchalant shrug and a snort, “but, you know - i’m drunk as hell and i’ve had nothing to eat so all the things coming out of my mouth righ’now could be complete and utter bullshit!” he hiccups, giggling to himself, “who knows!”

“well… what do you suggest i do?”

“what else do you do at a new year’s eve party?” hoseok’s head flops to the side, the over consumption of nothing but champagne suddenly hitting him like a brick wall

“…share new year’s resolutions?”

“wha- god, you guys are truly the perfect pair- no, dumbass, you kiiissss someone at midnight.” hoseok slurs, “you already know she’s into you. and now i know that you’re into her so she’s definitely not going to oppose giving you a big ol smooch!”

“well, it’s-” yoongi pulls his sleeve up to check his watch, anxiety bubbling in his stomach when he realizes there are exactly twelve minutes to midnight, “oh, god.”

okay

that’s fine!

it’s fine, he can work with twelve minutes!

all he has to do is 1) find you, 2) start a casual conversation, 3) somehow transition the casual conversation into a not so casual conversation about his feelings for you, 4) transition from the not so casual conversation to asking if you’d like to be his new year’s kiss, 5)-

“i can’t pull this off in twelve minutes. i don’t know how i’m going to do this!” yoongi swallows thickly, turning to look at hoseok (who’s starting to doze off), “how the hell am i going to do this??”

hoseok picks himself up off the counter, turning to face yoongi before a wide smile spreads on his face and a little gasp of excitement slips past his lips, “hey! i’ve been looking for you everywhere. i have a bone to pick with you, min yoongi-”

“okay, buddy-” yoongi quickly reaches out to keep hoseok from toppling over, “you’ve definitely had one too many-”

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ding!

yoongi steps off the elevator with a huff, quickly checking the time on his watch for the millionth time tonight

he spent two minutes running around the rooftop like a headless chicken in case you were still up there somewhere

luckily jungkook told him that he saw you leave the rooftop and there’s really only one other place that you’d be

he makes his way down the hallway towards the double doors of your office, smiling in success when he sees that one of the doors is slightly ajar

bingo!

maybe it’s because he’s now confident about his true feelings for you, but he feels like there’s a spring in his step right now!

(it could also be because of the liquid courage, but that’s neither here nor there.)

he pushes the door open a little to stick his face in, giving himself a mental high five as he sees you leaning against your desk with a flute of champagne in your hand, staring out the window

“hey!” yoongi clears his throat, knocking on the door gently, “there you are.”

“hm?” you turn to glance over your shoulder, “oh, yoongi! yeah, hey.”

“i didn’t realize you’d disappeared... i would’ve brought the sliders with me if i knew you were in here.” he jokes, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click, “everything okay?”

“ah, well. maybe next time.” you smile stiffly, turning away from him to look back out, “yeah, everything’s fine. joy practically talked my ear off up there so i just felt like i needed to get away from the party for a little while.”

“you know, the fireworks are starting soon...” yoongi points out as he makes his way over to you, “you’re probably going to get better pictures of them up there than down here in your office.”

“yeah, i know… but it’s also going to be very loud up on the rooftop and i’d prefer to start the new year off with working eardrums.” your nose wrinkles as you let out a chuckle, “also, i…”

“what?”

“i… i don’t know, i just don’t really want to start the new year awkwardly standing in the middle while everyone else is getting new year’s kisses.” you reach up to scratch the back of your neck before chuckling awkwardly, “that… makes me sound like a very bitter single person and i swear it wasn’t supposed to come off that way-”

“no, i totally get it.” yoongi shakes his head as he wipes his hands on the side of his pants, “as a matter of fact, i kind of wanted to talk to you about something-”

“hold on, hold on- before you say anything, i-” you interrupt him, turning to set your glass down, “i, um- i have something that i wanna say to you as well. can i go first?”

“oh! yes, okay….” yoongi cowers down a little, pressing his lips together tightly, “is... everything alright?”

“yeah!” you nod quickly before pausing, “i mean, sort of. kind of. i’m… not sure if it’s going to be a good idea or not, but i just want to let you know that if you… you know, if you feel uncomfortable or something after i tell you this, you’re free to pack up and leave, you know? i mean, i actually already have a letter of recommendation written for you so if you wanna go off and work for someone else, i’ve already put in a lot of good words for you-”

“woah, woah-” yoongi raises his hands before letting out a chuckle, “i- while i definitely appreciate the gesture, you know i’m… not planning on going anywhere, right?”

“yeah, well… things change!” you clear your throat, gaze averting as you reach up to scratch the back of your neck, “things... change. i… don’t mean to sound so elementary school about it, but i…” you trail off, the little voice in the back of your head reminding you that this is your last chance to back out and not tell yoongi about your feelings for him

you’ve chickened out more than a handful of times, so what’s going to different about this time around?

you look up at yoongi and he blinks twice before offering you a soft smile, “you…?”

how are you supposed to back out when he’s looking at you like that?

and maybe it’s just because he looks particularly handsome tonight in his suit or because you’re all riled up on cocktails, but...

“i like you.” you blurt out, trying your best not to cringe or make any faces, “like… in a… romantic? way?”

yoongi’s eyes widen and the smile fades from his face, though you don’t have much time to process whatever reaction that was before he’s speaking up

“you like me.” yoongi repeats, swallowing thickly before nodding, “in a romantic way.”

“yeah.” you shrug, “and i have for a while, but i just never said or did anything about it because i thought it was inappropriate - you know, because i’m your boss and around the time i started liking you was when we held that seminar for workplace harassment and i didn’t want to make you feel like i was harassing you or creeping on you or anything - a-anyways, at first i thought i was attracted to you solely because you’re hot in that broody, college skater-boyfriend kind of way and i thought it’d go away on its own, but then the feelings never went away, and then i thought that maybe this was just a more serious schoolgirl-type crush that would take time to go away, but then a lot of time went by and it still didn’t go away, so… here we are now, at the end of the year, and i… still have a huge, huge crush on you-”

“-i like you too.”

“okay, cool, but i’m not done talking about-” you pause, your eyes flickering upwards, “wait, what?”

“i like you, y/n.” yoongi breathes out with a smile, his shoulders visibly relaxing, “actually, i’ve known for a long time that you liked me and at first i was just flattered and admittedly i was a little cocky about it but then i... actually started to like you one day and- well, i didn’t want to say anything because- woah-!”

yoongi yelps when suddenly a paperweight is hurled in his direction and nearly whacks him in the face, “what the f-”

“are you kidding me, yoongi?!” you snap, slapping your hands down as you glare at him across your desk, “are you kidding me?!”

“okay, i-i-” yoongi stammers, “i wasn’t expecting this reaction so i’m not entirely sure how i’m supposed to-”

“you knew that i liked you this entire time-” you groan, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose, “and you knew that you liked me this entire time... and you didn’t say or do anything about it?!”

“well, why didn’t you do anything about it first?” yoongi exasperates, “you- you’re just as much at fault here as i am!”

“because i-” you laugh lightly in disbelief, “because i thought that if i told you that i liked you, that you would feel pressured into saying that you liked me back because i’m your boss! how would i know if your feelings were genuine or if you were just playing along? of course i couldn’t tell you!”

yoongi chews on the inside of his cheek anxiously as you let out a huff before stepping away from your desk and heading over to stand by the window again

“i...” he trails off, bending down to pick up the paperweight before setting it down on your desk gently, “i’m sorry that you... struggled with that... but... i think the important thing is that i do like you, y/n. i genuinely like you, and i was an idiot for not saying anything earlier... i let my doubts get in the way and...” he sighs, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, “i’m not good at- i’m not good at dealing with this kind of stuff and usually i just brush it aside and hope the problem goes away but i see you almost every single day so i couldn’t just brush it aside-”

“yeah, well-”

both of you freeze up when you suddenly hear the countdown chanting echo from up on the rooftop and yoongi feels his heart plummet to his stomach when he realizes he didn’t even ask if you wanted to be his new year’s kiss

shit

shit!

“i’m just-” yoongi shakes his head furiously, “i get nervous when there are no rules and there certainly isn’t a handbook for what to do when you’re attracted to your boss-”

10!

you let out a scoff as you turn to face him, “-and you think there’s a handbook for what to do when you’re attracted to your secretary?!-”

“i was a total coward for not saying anything sooner and i wish i did! i wish i kissed you at the halloween party!”

“you- you wanted to kiss me at the halloween party?”

“of course i did, dumbass!” the name slips out of yoongi’s mouth before he even realizes it and he smiles sheepishly when you give him a warning look, “...miss dumbass.”

“anyways,” yoongi coughs, “i-if you’re still interested, i’d really like to kiss you tonight if that’s okay-”

“wait, did hoseok put you up to this?” you narrow your eyes in suspicion before pointing to yourself, “because he told me to ask you to kiss me tonight-”

“yeah, he put me up to this because we both know that you certainly weren’t going to make the first move-”

“how dare you?” you scoff, crossing your arms stubbornly, “i could make the first move if i really wanted to-”

“what?! that’s bullsh- oh my god, can we agree now to kiss first and then argue about this later?!” yoongi snaps, eyes full of panic at the thought of not making it on time, “please??”

“fine, but-”

1- HAPPY NEW YEAR!

you don’t get a chance to say anything else before yoongi swoops in swiftly to lean in and kiss you, warm hands quickly reaching up to cup either sides of your face

the sound of people cheering and fireworks going off in the sky is nothing compared to the erratic thumping of your heart and the high-pitched ringing in your ears

oh, wow

your lashes flutter as you feel yourself relax, your fists uncurling against yoongi so that your hands rest on his chest

you can feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt and that’s all the confirmation you need to know that yoongi really, truly likes you back

yoongi’s hands leave your face so that he can reach down to grasp your hips and pull you towards him, only for his arms to snake around your waist a second later

your hands slide up his chest before your arms wrap loosely around his neck, feeling as though nothing else matters except what’s happening right now

you’ve dreamt about this moment for so long but it’s so much better than you could’ve possibly imagined it to be

and you’re not sure if it’s the copious amount of champagne that you consumed tonight but you just feel so warm inside

yoongi pulls away (far too soon for your liking), his eyes lidded and hazy as he smiles fondly down at you, “happy new year, boss.”

you can’t fight back the wide grin on your face when he leans down to nudge his nose against yours, both of your hearts undoubtedly beating in time

“happy new year, secretary min.”

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hellapainyo · 5 years

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I WANNA HEAR YOUR HEADCANNON FOR A LIL DATE(NOT FIRST, MAYBE 4TH OR 5TH)WITH ONE OF THE MAKNAES OF NCT/WAYV ORRRRRRRRRRRR LIKE A LIL BLURB FOR ALL OF THEM IDK DO IT IF YOU WANT I JUST LOVED YOUR LIL HENHEN THING AND I WANNA HEAR M O R E

First, AHHHH thank you! I’mso excited to try out writing a bit just for fun and it warms my heart that youwanna see more!

I’m going to include ’98and ’99 line because I’m not the most familiar with the Dreamies and Wayv yet.That being said, if you want me to do something with any of those members specifically,let me know and I will!

And please, feel free to send in more requests!

Jungwoo:

I see Jungwoo as a soft guy who likes to plan things

Idk he pegs me as whimsically pragmatic, which Iadmire

I feel like the 5th date would feelimportant to him, it’s a nice round number so he wants to ask his date to behis partner officially

He plans it all out that they’ll have a smallpicnic

Followed by a bike ride in the park

Then it finishes at a fountain that’s deepwithin the park where he will ask them

It’s a sunny day and warm when he meets his dateat the café, so he’s all chuffed and building his ego so he can feel confident

When his date shows up, he’s got this fake machoman thing going which just makes them giggle because “manly Jungwoo” is hysterical

They’re about to depart for the picnic when itstarts raining

Cue moody, bratty Jungwoo

His date is trying to be easy going and is findinga cultural center you can bring outside snacks to, but in the process, Jungwoois too upset to notice the bracelet he bought to confess with just falls out ofhis pocket

They get to the museum and spend a bit looking atall the pieces and his date is pointing out the parts they really like and Jungwoois loosening up

They find the luncheon area and open up thepicnic and have a grand time talking and Jungwoo is deciding that he can saveit, he can make it cute

He looks at the map of the museum and sees thatthe only exhibit they haven’t looked at is a hologram field of flowers

After their lunch he drags his date to the hologramand while they are admiring the beauty, Jungwoo realizes he lost the bracelet

He’s aggressively patting his pockets when hisdate turns around, smiles, and hands him the box the bracelet was in

“Is this what you were looking for?”

“I… Yes. Um…” he opens the box, “Will you by my girl/boyfriend?”

“I’d thought you’d never ask”

Lucas:

He’s an Aquarius so I falter between him being asuper energetic partner and also a really lazy one because he works so hard

So let’s go with a lazy date because I’m softfor cuddly Lucas

He’s definitely the guy who is both super chillabout the status of relationships, but also so incredibly devoted and whippedfor whomever he’s seeing

The “define the relationship” phase doesn’texist for him…

“We’re going on dates, so we’re dating,” is hisperspective

I imagine him being adorable and naïve andcuddly after a long day at practice

He showers and shoots up his partner with a textasking if he can hang

His partner is like, “Uhh my roommates arethrowing a party tonight. Do you wanna come to that or do something more lowkey?”

Since, he’s exhausted, he decides the latter andhe shows up at their apartment in sweats and wet hair

He is the charismatic boy he is and greets everyoneand does the stereotypical, “I’m just gonna steal them for the night.” *wink*thing

They wander the streets, find delicious streetfood, and stretch out their legs together all while joking around

Lucas finds a claw machine and spends $10 justtrying to get a tiny snorlax stuffy for his partner

They result to just buying him shaved ice to gethim to shut up about it

At some point, they both get super tired and,upon realizing they can’t just go back to the dorm or the apartment, they finda movie room

Which btw is like this thing where you rent aroom and essentially you can Netflix and Chill with privacy

The front desk guy is making suggestive faces atthem as they rent one without realizing what actually happens between tired Lucasand tired partner

They make it up to the room, pop the popcorn inthe microwave and snuggle in to watch Finding Nemo

They get a noise complaint for them arguing overwho between them would most effectively be able to communicate with whales

At which point they settle down for snuggles andthey fall asleep tracing stars on each other’s arms

Mark:

My sweet, kind, nervous boy

He’s another one who pegs me as someone nervousaround people he likes

But also, he calls his date “Dude” and “Bro” regardlessof their gender and that, my dudes, is everything I look for in a man

He’s ambitious and also really enjoys stereotypicalcute coupley things so he suggests taking a cooking class with his date

The dish of the day is omurice (which is supertasty okay)

Cute Mark fumbling with the cooking aprons is socute because he doesn’t know if his date wants him to put it on them or not sohe stands there for like 10 seconds with fiddly hands until his date puts one overhis neck and he realizes “Oh okay we’re being COUPLEY coupley”

They attentively watch the instructions andpractice the techniques and everything seems fine

Until it comes the time when they are set looseto make their own dish

Mark accidentally finds himself behind his datebecause Mark is clueless and didn’t really remember how they were instructed tocut the carrots for the rice

He was too busy gawking at how lovely his datelooked with an apron on

Fite me, Mark likes domestic aesthetics

And he realizes his uselessness lol so he wantsto express his appreciation and ends up backhugging his date which is beyondcute but they both get embarrassed and Mark is about to pull away until hisdate just pulls Mark’s arms around their waist a bit tighter

“Your support makes me feel capable” orsomething cute

Anyway, between their constant hugging, poorcooking skills, and unsteady hands, their omurice looks terrible, but tastes great

Inspiration: Yoosung’s ugly omuricefrom Mystic Messenger:

Xiaojun:

A dude I don’t know much about, lol

Like Mark I think he would love to learn somethingnew with his date

But I also think he has a lot of tact too

I can imagine him planning a date and giving hispartner no other context than, “Meet me at the café at 2” and so his date justshows up to this cute rustic café

They sit and have some tea and Xiaojun, being asly bean, keeps complimenting the stoneware the teapot, mugs, and plates aremade from

To the point where it’s annoying lol

And finally his partner is like “Yeah I get it,you like them.”

And he finally reveals that the main date iswheel thrown pottery

Both he and his partner have little to no experiencewith clay apart from a couple random pinch pots made in elementary school

So they get to the studio and they see all thesetechniques and equipment and they are terrified

Xiaojun is the type to smile through the pain sohe’s just grinning and ignoring how intimidated he is

But he’s cute and intuitive enough to tie backhis partner’s hair for them

They’re both terrible at it, but they pose it uplong enough to get the cute ‘Ghost’ scene to post on SNS (poor instructor being forced into taking cringey pics of them)

In the end they make a glob of clay

Xiaojun passes it off as abstract art

The other members make fun of it when he has it onhis bedside table

It somehow is a good phone stand though

Hendery:

This egg, I swear

He’s such a crackhead

The other members have cute little dates withfun chances for skinship, right?

Hendery wants to play paintball and none of hisfriends want to because he cheats at games, so he asks his naïve partner to gowith him

Regrets

His partner is acting all shy about it like they’venever played before, which just feeds into Hendery’s “I’m gonna win so yougotta buy me lunch” mocking

They get all suited up

And the game begins

Hendery is trying his best to hide just so hecan have a better vantage

But this crackhead is a giggly mess because he’sthinking about his date’s face when they lose

Which just makes him easier to find

Plus he’s distracted so he doesn’t notice whenhis partner gets the higher ground with a great vantage point to literally seehim crouching and giggling

*pow* *pow* *pow*

Three chest shots in a row and Hendery is donefor and lost

Forever disappointed Hendery because the gamelasted a total of 7 minutes and he didn’t even get to attempt any shots

He’s just a pouty boy

So much so that he has to get consolation icecream before he can go buy their lunch

But later, he brags to all the members about howgood of a shot his partner is

“I feel so safe knowing they can protect me.”-Hendery

“We don’t have guns here…” -Kun

“BUT if we did! I would be so safe.” -Hendery

I hope you like it!!

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thephantomofthe-internet · 6 years

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Ebrius (Eros p.t. 9)

Billy Hargrove x Reader, Jonathan Byers x Reader (Unrequited)

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Warnings: swearing, underage drinking, sexuality? idk on that one

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One the eve of Valerie’s epic bash, the whole school was aflutter with excitement, building a chaotic energy you’d never really felt apart of until now. Now, you felt what everyone else was feeling. And you weren’t into it.

Sure, it was kind of exciting-you weren’t usually personally invited to these sorts of things, and Valerie was making sure you felt as included as possible, especially when Billy was around. But it was also kind of tiring, the whole thing was looking to be a social nightmare and Valerie was hyping it up to be full on rager, which only made you nervous rather than excited.

“So anyway, here’s what I’m thinking-you come over to my place around four tomorrow, bring all your stuff, and we’ll make you into a glamour queen, alright?” Valerie asked that lunch, leaning over the table on her elbows, her legs pulled under her.

“Um sure, if that’s what you want.” You replied, fiddling with your baby carrots.

“And you,” she turned to Billy “You better show up on time, I don’t want you up showing me at my own party, you’ll make your entrance with me, alright?” she instructed, jabbing a finger into his chest.

Billy smirked, slinking an arm around her waist and pulling her tightly to him, looking down at her with a passion so bright and hot it could rival the sun. “Whatever you say baby…” he muttered, grabbing her by the chin and pulling her lips roughly to his. He looked desperate and needy, which made perfect sense seeing as how she’d been skirting his advances for weeks.

Billy had confided in you that it went beyond lunch periods. According to him, she’d been ignoring his calls and cancelling plans for weeks, meaning he hadn’t gotten any except from his right hand, which was nowhere near as good as it would be from Valerie. He was tense and irritable, which made him a nuisance to be around. But Valerie softened him, even when she wasn’t putting out.

“Bill!” she cried “You’re gonna mess up my lipstick!” Billy rolled his eyes, turning his attention to her bare neck, peppering it with kisses and bites until she pushed him off with a scoff and an eye roll, looking to you as though you’d understand. You put a spoonful of yogurt into your mouth, making a face that felt like it agreed with hers.

Billy turned back to you, grumbling to himself under his breath about being bored. You let your eyes wander, around the room and they landed on a tiny boy who was staring at you. He was a junior, skinny and pale and hopelessly gawking. At first you were flattered, you smiled, raising your eyebrows at him. But he didn’t react at all. It took a moment to realize that he wasn’t looking at you, he was staring at Valerie. And Valerie was staring back, equally awestruck and shy.

He was looking at Valerie. And Valerie was looking back. This could be a recipe for trouble.

On Friday afternoon, right after lunch, Valerie dragged you out of the cafeteria by the arm, her nails digging into your arm so hard you swore it would bruise you, and out to your car.

“You brought your stuff, right?” she asked, pulling open your side door and climbing in.

“No, I didn’t think I’d be leaving now, I thought I was meeting you at your place later.” You replied, following suit.

“Well I decided that we’d need more time. Stop at your place on the way.” Valerie replied shortly, crossing her arms over her chest, annoyed.

“Where do you live?” you asked nervously. You knew Valerie was rich, her dad was like a high powered lawyer and her mother was the youngest, most babied of a rich family. If your instincts were right, you and she lived in different subsections of Hawkins.

“1545 Autumn Road, why?” she replied. You sighed; your instincts were very correct.

“You and I live in opposite directions, I live up near Billy.” You replied.

Valerie’s eyes narrowed “I don’t know where that is, I’ve never been to his place.” She said.

“Oh, well I live up near Melvald’s, so we’ll have to head up that way first, is that alright?” you asked.

Valerie nodded, examining her nails “Sure, I have to pick up an order there anyway, we’ll stop in after you get your stuff, alright?” she said. You nodded, turning on the ignition and backing out of the full parking lot.

Bringing Valerie to your house was nerve wracking. You hadn’t had anyone over since your mom first got sick. Now, not only did you have someone stopping at your house, she didn’t know what was happening. You drove slowly, abiding all the laws you’d usually ignore. You could tell Valerie was more than a little annoyed, but she didn’t say anything.

When you pulled into your driveway, the embarrassment hit you like a flour bomb in the face. The planters your father had insisted would help your mother get out of the house, which had failed spectacularly and been abandoned on the front porch. The lawn was uncut and brown, mainly because you hadn’t done it and nobody else would. The American flag hanging over the garage was tattered on the end, dirty, and faded. You looked dirty and trashy. Still, you took a breath and held your head high, turning to Valerie “I’ll just be a second, alright?”

She unbuckled her seatbelt, smiling sweetly “I’ll come in, if you don’t mind.” She replied, opening her door, not waiting for an answer.

You sighed, following her quickly. You hoped your mother was asleep or otherwise distracted. You unlocked the door, stepping over the threshold into the dark, suddenly infinitely more dusty entry way.

“I’ll just head upstairs, make yourself at home.” You said, rushing up the stairs and into your room.

“Y/N? Is that you?” a weak voice called. Your mother was peeking out of her room, still clad in her floral housedress, dirty from not being changed in days.

“Yeah mom, just grabbing some stuff!” you called back, grabbing the untouched bags and shoving them onto your wrists, nearly tripping over the pile of books in the corner by your closet, cursing your lack of space. “I’m, ugh, going out tonight, I won’t be home till late, okay? Tell dad not to worry.”

“Hi, Mrs. Y/L/N!” Valerie called from downstairs, her voice sickeningly polite. And you swore you heard her gasp, which made your heart drop. You burst out of your room as you saw your mother inch down the stairs, running her fingers through her grey streaked, uncombed hair.

“Hello? Did I hear someone down here?” she asked, her voice finding a cheery, false tone.

Valerie turned, placing the chipped, dusty bird figurine back into the ring of clean table it occupied, covering it. “Oh hello, I’m Valerie you must be Mrs. Y/L/N, it’s lovely to meet you.” She said with a fake smile.

It was like watching a car crash. Your mother was five seconds from disassociating or bursting into tears and Valerie was already taking notes on how to destroy you if she needed to.

“Oh, please call me Marie, all of Y/N’s friends do. I haven’t heard of you before, you must be new.” She replied, reaching out a pale, shaky hand to shake hers.

“Well yeah, I’m Billy’s girlfriend.” She replied, taking hers and shaking it roughly.

“Who?” your mother asked, turning to you, growing more and more embarrassed by the moment.

You stepped onto the step above hers, placing a hand on her shoulders, squeezing it reassuringly “Remember, Billy ma? I mentioned him last night, he’s my buddy from history class.” You said, smiling softly.

“Oh, right…yes I remember…” she said vaguely.

“Can I borrow your gold hoops?” you asked, already leading her upstairs. She nodded again and you turned to Valerie, holding up your index finger, mouthing ‘one minute’.

You led her into her room and to her bed, opening up the ruffled sheets and allowing her to get in again, warm tears flowing down her face.

“You did really good, mama…” you whispered, pulling the blankets up again.

“You’re embarrassed of me…” she muttered, looking up with you angry eyes.

“No, I’m not, mom. I love you and I want you to meet my friends, but not when you’re not ready, when you don’t know it’s happening.” You replied firmly, grabbing the remote and flicking the channel off of Soap and onto the news.

“You’re ashamed of me…you hate me…” you mother mumbled.

“I don’t hate you, I love you mom, I honestly do.” You said, kissing your forehead “You know I love you. I have to go, but you should call daddy, maybe he can come home and sit with you for awhile, would you like that?”

She nodded vaguely and you rushed to pick up the phone, dialling the number you knew off by heart. He picked up on the first ring.

“Hello?” he asked nervously when the call was patched over to him.

“Hi dad, how’s work?” you asked, smiling at your mother.

“What’s going on, why are you home?” he asked nervously.

“Oh, I just stopped in, nothing major.” You replied, turning away to mumble into the receiver “I think we might have a situation here, I have to go back to school, can you come home, make sure she stays okay.”

“Yes, of course, I’ll be there in five.” He said.

“Okay, should I stay or…” you asked.

“No, no, head back, don’t miss class.” He said. You nodded, saying quick goodbyes and kissing your mother on the forehead again, promising that your father was on his way. You ran down the stairs, grabbing Valerie by the arm and pulling her out the door.

“Is she alright?” Valerie asked.

“Fine.” You snapped pulling open the door and turning on the ignition, backing out quickly, causing Valerie’s body to slap the back of the seat. You arrived at Melvald’s in less than five minutes.

“Wait here.” She said and you didn’t push to follow behind, you much preferred the silence. You felt your body decompress, stress oozing from your pores. She returned a few moments later, but by then you were back to functioning, worry playing like static in the very back of your mind. You drove normally to Valerie’s house, returning to your normal state again.

Valerie’s house was huge, a near mansion with fake marble and too much white to feel appropriate for a crazy high school party. Valerie led you upstairs to her room, a giant space painted light purple and coated in posters and art. She had a giant, plush mattress and a big vanity fit for a Broadway theatre, complete with the big white blubs as its border. You dropped your bags on her bed and she put hers on the vanity, pulling out its contents.

The box of at-home perm made your skin crawl.

“Okay, so the first thing we’re gonna do is perm your hair.” Valerie said, grabbing the box and heading towards the bathroom attached to her room.

“Oh ugh I don’t know…” you replied, your feet sticking to the floor as though it was flypaper.

“If you hate it, a shower will destroy it. Let’s just try, okay?” she said comfortingly and you nodded, swallowing your fear and walking in, sitting in the chair she’d set up for you.

The process took over an hour. First, your hair was soaked and dried a bit before being combed out. Then, she rolled your hair into wide rollers, securing them on your head. Then your hair was coated in perm solution, which stunk like chemicals and burned your nose. You felt the headache forming the second the tight rollers were secured in your hair and the smell only made it worse. It didn’t help that Valerie had started talking once you sat down and hadn’t stopped.

When it was finally time, she forced your head under the shower head, rinsing it for three minutes. She dried it with the hair dyer and then applied the neutralizer, which had to sit for ten minutes and smelt vaguely like coconuts. Then again under the shower head, dried, and the rods were removed.

And when it was all done, you looked like Shirley fucking Temple.

You sighed “See? I look awful…”

Valerie rolled her eyes “We’re not gonna leave it this way, duh!” she said. You looked up at her with a quirked brow, making her eyes widen “You didn’t know that?” she shook your head, making her gasp. “Oh my God! I can totally teach you how to make this look hot! Let’s give it a bit of time to relax, you can help me get the this place safe for a party, Jodie and Carol are coming over to set up later, but we need to move all the breakable shit before they get here.

And so you spent the afternoon hiding expensive vases and paintings that could be easily splashed or knocked down. You rolled up the white rugs and locked away the fine china. When you were finished, the house looked ready to party and you felt a tiny bit sweaty.

Valerie pulled you back into her room, and after much digging through bags and her closet, she pulled a clean white tank top from her closet and the tiny, pleated yellow skirt from your bags. She covered you in a robe and pulled you back into the bathroom.

“Okay, so nobody wear’s a perm the way in comes out naturally, we always style them. So what you’re gonna do is take a round brush or a teasing comb and tease the curls out to make them bigger, then spray it with hairspray to hold it. I like the Farrah Fawcett spray, because it adds and holds volume, but you can find whatever you like once you figure out what works for you.” She explained, making your curls into big, ratty waves that framed your face and made you look like an extra in a Madonna video. But you liked it. It made you feel older and more mature, like you were actually pretty.

“I taught Steve Harrington the same thing when he grew out his hair, he owes his flawless hair to me.” Valerie said cockily and you giggled at the idea of King Steve in your place, nervous and awkward and not nearly as handsome as he wanted to be.

“Alright and we’re done! You look better already, Y/N.” she said and you found yourself nodding along with her. It was almost seven now and while you hadn’t eaten yet, you found that you weren’t hungry. You were excited, which was a rarity for these types of parties.

“Let’s paint your face.” She said, leading you back out into her bedroom and sitting down at her vanity.

Of course, she did her own face first, leaving you to sit bored on her bed. So now you were sitting in Vicki’s pastel purple bedroom on her memory foam bed, watching her at her vanity mirror, the bed white theatrical bulbs that surrounded the mirror casting harsh light on your face as she painted on her bright makeup, smirking at her reflection.

“So what are we gonna do to your face, Y/N?” she asked, brushing sharp angles on blush on her cheeks.

“Oh I don’t know, something simple. I don’t think I could ever rock the colours you do.” You replied smoothly, watching her puff up like a peacock. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that she looked like wild parrot instead of the Cyndi Lauper inspired makeup she was going for.

“Oh come on! Live a little! I promise I’ll try to tone it down a bit for you, can we compromise to that?” she asked, pursing her lips to apply rich purple lipstick.

You sighed “Alright, but I demand a veto in case I hate it.” You agreed and Valerie squealed, pulling you into the chair and turning it to hide you from the mirror. She spent another hour painted you into some sort of beauty queen and by the time she was done, Billy was knocking on the door, Jodie and Carol making a ruckus in the downstairs area.

“You decent?” Billy called, bounding up the stairs.

Valerie chuckled “We’re covered up if that’s what you mean.” She replied. Billy pushed the door open, and as usual your heart skipped a beat, your eyes involuntarily flicked to the closed door.

“Now don’t look into the mirror until I say so, okay, I want it to be a surprise.” She whispered as Billy knocked on the door. Valerie opened it quickly, revealing herself and opening her arms, pulling him to her and allowing him to thoroughly mess up her lipstick.

“Happy birthday baby.” He whispered against her lips and she smirked, covering his eyes with her tiny hand “What’re you doing, babe?” he muttered, a smirk spreading across his face.

She led him forward, gesturing you to stand up straighter and when he was in position, she screamed “Ta dah!”, pulling her hand off his eyes and revealed your dolled up self. After hours of Valerie poking and prodding you, you’d transformed into a new person from the top of your perm to your sparkly pointed heels.

Billy didn’t like it.

His stare burned into you as he looked you over, trying to decipher what exactly made him cringe so much. It wasn’t that you looked bad, you always looked pretty and Valerie certainly didn’t make you look bad, but it looked off. It was as though he was staring into the uncanny valley-everything was technically right but something was off and it made it all look wrong. Then, it hit him. You looked like Valerie. She’d painted you into her twin.

“What, is it that bad?” you asked awkwardly, your smile slipping just a little.

“You look good, kid.” He said gruffly , slapping your shoulder. You stumbled just a little, unsure how to react.

“Thanks…” you muttered, stepping forward to finally look at yourself.

You looked…wrong. No wonder why Billy looked so startled by you. Caked in colours and draped in skimpy fabrics, you felt different. But, despite Billy’s reaction, it felt good, even right. You liked the way it looked, you felt more adult and certainly prettier than normal. You wouldn’t do it every day, but a night like tonight it felt fitting.

Valerie’s mood dropped significantly, watching you two shuffle about. You looked shakily confident, like a deer taking its first steps. You were an innocent, painted into someone’s personal Lolita, desperate for some acknowledgement. But Billy looked sick to his stomach looking at you. It was as though his world was flipped upside down.

He looked to Valerie, his eyes training over her, but he didn’t feel the same burning, unstoppable lust. He felt empty, hollow inside. His brain started to run wild, filled with intrusive thoughts. Suddenly, Valerie seemed less wonderful, less rare. He started to question if Valerie really was special. But that was crazy-Billy loved Valerie. He loved her. Sure, he hadn’t told her yet, but he planned to. All of this was just caused by his never ending horniness, which Valerie hadn’t been helping much with.

“You did a great job, babe.” Billy said, kissing her on the cheek, an arm slinking around her bare mid-drift. “You finally made Y/N look like a girl.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes, trying to muffle a tiny smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth. Billy was happy, he like the way you looked, he wasn’t horrified by the change that you were still getting used to. Billy was the only person you were trying to impress and you’d succeeded.

“Oh hush, Bill, you’re gonna hurt her feelings.” Valerie groaned, turning to you “You look incredible, Y/N, Byers will finally realize what he missed out on when he sees you.”

“Freak Byers is coming tonight?” Billy growled.

“Probably, Nancy Wheeler is gonna be here, Luce told me that her and Stacy were talking about it in calc.” Valerie replied easily.

“Y/N, stay away from him, alright? He’s only gonna fuck with your head and you deserve better.” He snapped, pointing at you.

You rolled you eyes “Val, you should’ve never taken him to see Sixteen Candles, now he thinks I’m some desperate, clingy crazy loser played by Molly Ringwald.” You chuckled, earning a laugh from her and a scoff from Billy, who refused to look at you. “I’m fine, okay? I’m over him, I’m happy for Nance, and I won’t be talking to him if he shows tonight, which is highly unlikely. According to Nancy, his baby brother’s sick. I doubt he’d come to this when he could be there with him.”

Billy had zoned out, but when you stopped talking he nodded, shoving a cigarette in his mouth. Valerie snatched it from his lips, pocketing it. “No smoking in my room! You know that!” she exclaimed. Billy rolled his eyes, heading for the door.

“We should head down there, this shit’s about to start.” Valerie said with a sigh, leading you out of the room. Carol and Jodie had started the music and found the liquor.

Upon seeing you, both Carol and Jodie seemed utterly shocked by your new look. They seemed almost proud of you, finally finding your footing after years of being an ugly duckling. Now, you were a swan.

It almost felt nice.

By ten thirty, the whole house was blasting. Teenagers were crawling everywhere, inebriated and sloppy. The giant living was filled with people dancing to whatever pop hits Carol had decided suited the event. There were plastic cups and spilled drinks everywhere, the floor was horribly sticking. Every corner was filled with people drunkenly making out and groping one another. You felt oddly alone.

You’d noticed the other sore thumbs. Tina Presley, the usual centre of attention, was playing wallflower, watching the crowds with sad eyes, her crush of the week, Anthony Michaels, was dancing with Lucy Pierce instead of her. Carol and Tommy had gotten into one of their epic fights, because Tommy was tonguing Amanda Pearson and got caught. Steve Harrington had shown up, his face broken up with cuts and bruises, both eyes ringed with deep purple and blue. He looked to be mostly having fun, drinking heavily and grinding on Vicki Matthews like it was his job. He seemed to have lost the last bits of his inhibitions, trying to drink away some memory and nearly getting into a scuffle with Billy upon running into one another. He looked broken, but trying to overcompensate with easy fun. If you two actually tolerated one another, you would’ve gone over to check on him.

You’d spent most of the night thus far dancing like you actually knew how. Your proverbial dance card had been full all night, being grabbed by different girls to giggle and jump around and finding different boys junk pressed against your front or behind. It was fun, you felt wanted which was an odd, exhilarating feeling that rushed through your veins and filled you with adrenaline.

You’d been watching Nancy subtly out of the corner of your eye, mainly because Stacy wasn’t. She, just like Steve, had decided to drink herself into a stupor and now was fighting with Jonathan, who was distressingly sober, and he wasn’t fighting back.

Suddenly, Nancy pushed away from Jonathan, breaking through the crowd and grabbing Steve by the face, kissing him like his life depended on it. He seemed shocked, hell you felt shocked. But as Steve kissed her back, Jonathan just sighed, turning away from her.

And you found yourself following behind him.

“Jonathan! Wait up!” you called, causing his to look back just for a moment, his sadness breaking apart his face as you caught up to him and brought him outside, sitting with him on the front porch.

“Y/N…” Jonathan muttered, looking away from you, his gaze dropping to his hands, folded in his lap.

“What the fuck was that?” you muttered breathlessly “I thought they broke up, I thought you two…”

“So did I…” he replied. “I think she is just afraid of change, I mean it’s been a lot for her, after all of this semester has been rough on us.”

“That’s not an excuse…” you replied “Look, Nancy told me that your brother is sick, if that means that Nancy needs to cheat on you to cope, then she’s not a good person.”

“Steve…must be comforting to her or something…” he replied, shaking his head.

You leaned in, taking his hand in yours. “You don’t have to make excuses for her.” You told him. He finally looked at you, nodding softly. You held his gaze for a moment and you swore you saw a flash in his eyes. You’d heard Steve call it ‘the electricity’, but all you felt was an odd emptiness. His eyes flicked to your lips and you felt your breath catch in your throat. Before you could really react, his lips were on yours.

It was a lot softer than kissing Billy, definitely more tentative. You didn’t have much experience in the field, but this was definitely nice. A bit dull, but as you moved closer to him, pressing your hand onto his thigh, you felt oddly at peace. It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t earth stopping-you could easily do this for the rest of the night.

“Byers!” someone snapped, making Jonathan pull away and you groan. Billy had found you. “Go and find your own fucking girlfriend, leave Y/N alone.” He growled and Jonathan rolled his eyes, pushing himself up and brushing off his jeans.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N.” he muttered with a soft smile and you nodded, watching him go. Billy rolled his eyes, motioning for you to follow him back inside, which you did with a tight frown.

“I thought you weren’t gonna see him tonight.” Billy growled, not looking at you as he spoke.

“Changed my mind.” You replied coarsely “Go bug someone else for awhile, yeah?”

Billy scoffed, but marched off, finding Valerie and planted the biggest, most over the top kiss on her. For a split second, you swore he was doing it to bother you, but then the weight of your insignificance hit you and you found yourself slinking away, finding another drink and another dance partner.

Billy couldn’t stand seeing you kiss Byers; it put a fire in the pit of his stomach and made him want to punch out the wiry kid. You were too good for him. God, you were too good for him. You were loving and sweet and fiery and fun and he was an utter loser. You deserved someone fun, someone who wouldn’t use you when things didn’t go his way. When he kissed Valerie, he was trying to expel that anger, that excess fire. But all it did was annoy him. He watched you walk away. He noticed the way Valerie didn’t look at him, instead out into the crowd for a set of bright green eyes he’d only seen briefly before they darted away.

The party was about as fun as you expected it to be. You watched in silent heartache as Billy and Valerie danced all night, hips grinding into each other with excited, lust filled eyes. Valerie was having a great birthday, but you were sick of celebrating. You tried to have fun, you danced with whatever boy would ask, grinding your hips to rhythms that the boys never stuck with. You were out of sync and utterly bored.

The night stayed that way for awhile. Billy and Valerie danced and swapped spit and drank and you danced and drank. You kissed Richie Swanson, but it wasn’t as nice as kissing Jonathan, filled with mashing gums and banging teeth. You tried to find him, but somehow both he and Nancy had disappeared and Steve was back to dancing with Vicki Matthews.

Then, disaster struck.

Somebody called the cops. Suddenly, the music was shut off and everyone was being rushed out, trying to escape before Chief Hopper could bust in and ruin anything. Billy was sent upstairs to wait for Valerie to finish clearing things up with the cops, but he insisted on sitting with you until your taxi showed up to drive you home.

You were drunker than you’d like to admit, but then again so was Billy. Sitting in the dimly lit kitchen, amber beer bottles in between you, you felt calm, happy even. The fact that he’d chosen you over tipsy, horny Valerie felt like a win in your favour. Neither of you needed to talk, drinking in comfortable silence. Everything was warm and soft, like a duvet cover, and you wanted nothing more than to snuggle into it.

“Hey, Y/N?” Billy muttered, his head lulling to look at you, his motor skills lessened by alcohol. He looked utterly beautiful in the yellow light of the wood paneled kitchen, which made your heart ache. Even now, even when he’d spent a whole night driving nails into your heart, you couldn’t help but feel lighter looking at him.

“Yeah?” you replied, bringing the bottle back up to your lips. You absolutely hated beer, but it was cool and gave you courage, two promising aspects.

“I love you, you know that? You’re my best friend…” he slurred, smiling sloppily. Your heart filled with joy, a smile spreading across your face. He loved you. He loved you. He loved you. You kept repeating it over and over in your head, your heart racing loudly in your ears.

You wanted to kiss him, to hug him, to press him up against the nearest wall and have your way with him. But that second part- the ‘You’re my best friend’ part- that was holding you back. He loved you, sure, but he didn’t want you. Not like you wanted him.

With a sigh, you nodded “I know Bee, I love you too…” you replied, knowing that he’d never love you the way you loved him.

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Put Me In Coach

Chapter Three

Lunea pulled her legs up under her and faced the man that she used to know like family.

“What do you need to know, Coach?”

“Coach, is going to take getting fucking used to again. What kind of skills do you have? Other than being fast as lightening and tiny enough to squeeze into small spaces?”

“Oh, I can cook, sew, clean. I ran inventory management at a warehouse before everything went to shit. Set up the protocols and the entire system. Not that that skill does me any fucking good now. But I was damn good at it.”

“Inventory management, huh? Know what my least favorite thing to fucking do here is? Fucking inventory. How about you take a look at our books and see what you can do? If you can handle it, maybe that will be your role here. I’ll get you set up with your own desk and maybe find you a room you can use as an office and living quarters,” Negan seemed excited about the prospect of not having to deal with that shit anymore.

“A desk job? Desk jobs still fucking?” Lunea was stunned.

“Well they fucking do here! We’ve got to keep track of everything we get from the other communities and make sure we haven’t been stiffed. Now I run a tight ship here, sweetheart. I’ve had to bash a few skulls in since this all went down. But my people are safe. As long as no one breaks any rules, me and Lucille here don’t have to get messy.”

Lunea gulped. She had heard of a community where the leader was harsh and violent. That couldn’t be Coach, could it?

“Simon, get some people to bring a desk and furnish the empty room next to my office as living quarters. After that is set up, meet me in my office instead of my room. I’m gonna show Ribbons here the books”

“You got it, boss. Bed, bookshelf, fridge, and radio?”

“Sounds like a start. Deck it the fuck out.”

“Wait. Radio? Are you fucking serious? Well damn. Hope my work is satisfactory, Coach.”

A few minutes later, after Negan gave Lunea slippers to wear since her boots were practically falling apart, they were back in his office.

Lunea was sitting in the desk chair while Negan perched on the desk.

“Coach, this is a fucking mess! I’m going to need to see the actual supplies and re- inventory everything.”

Negan groaned but Lunea was smiling.

“This is going to be so much fun!”

“You and I have very different ideas of fun, Ribbons,” Negan said his voice slightly husky.

She laughed just as Simon and Eugene walked in.

“Got the room started, Boss. Didn’t know what kind of food to put in there so there is just some water and fruit for now.”

“Fan fucking tastic! Boys, this here is Ribbons, she is our new inventory manager. Ribbons, this is Eugene and my right-hand man Simon. Eugene, I want you to give Ribbons the tour. Set her up with whatever she says she needs for her work, a walkie, and some clothes. Simon, I need to talk to you privately.”

“I’ll see you later Coach?”

“Damn right you will! Eugene, bring Ribbons here down to eat when you’re done. Radio me when you are on your way. And don’t worry about how much shit costs. Right now, Ribbons has unlimited credit.”

“Understood, Sir. Right this way, ma’am.”

Lunea clapped her hands like a little kid before jumping up and throwing her arms around Negan.

“Thank you so much, Coach! I’ll make you proud!”

Negan lightly returned the hug, chuckling a little.

“Now, Ribbons, I have a reputation to uphold! You keep acting like that everyone is going to think I’ve gone soft.”

Lunea let go quickly and straightened up.

“Yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!” She turned and followed Eugene out the door.

“That woman is something else,” Negan shook his head and looked at Simon.

“I need you to keep an eye out for four men…”

Lunea gawked at the mess that was the warehouse.

“How the fuck is anything tracked properly here?!? This is going to take weeks,” Lune dug through some boxes and found a pair of sneakers that fit, a pad of paper and a pen. She then sat down right on the floor and started making lists. She knew they couldn’t have everything she would need, but she’d make due.

She had nearly filled the entire pad by the time Eugene was clearing his throat.

“We need to get down to lunch ma’am”

Lunea looked up shocked.

“Wow, ok, I’ll let coach know we’re on our way.”

She switched her walkie on for the first time, “Negan, Sir?”

“Ribbons?”

“Yes, Sir. We are on our way to go eat.”

“Alright. Meet you there.”

Lunea grabbed her stuff and sprung up ready to go.

Negan was waiting for them in front of the canteen.

“So, Ribbons, how did it go?”

“It’s a fucking nightmare down there! What did you do? Just let them throw shit wherever they want? This is going to take weeks! Fuck I’m excited! But I’m going to need a lot of shit that I’m sure you don’t have.”

“Write me out a list. If it’s out there we will get it. Now let’s eat. I’m fucking starving!”

Negan walked to the front of the line and grabbed two trays of food. He led Lunea over to a table and sat down.

“I passed a Walmart on my way here. Probably a 5-6 hour walk from here. They should have most of what I need and then some. But it’s crawling with the dead.”

“That’s not a fucking problem! I’ll get people on it!”

Lunea nodded her head clearly impressed while eating her soup.

“You ready to see your new quarters, Ribbons? Ribbons?” Negan chuckled. The woman had fallen asleep with her head on her arms.

“Well, Ribbons, looks like it’s time to get you tucked in.”

Negan passed Lucille to Simon and picked up Lunea. He got her into her bed and left her a note.

“Hey Ribbons,

Took the stuff you wrote down. Gonna go over it and get the lists of supplies out. I’ll be right next door in my office. Stop in when you get up.

-Coach”

Lunea rolled over and stretched. When she realized she was in a bed she sat straight up, confused. As she looked around her room it all came back to her. Fucking unbelievable! She walked around checking out her new room when she saw the note from Negan on her desk. She brushed her teeth, fixed her bed head and headed out her door.

She pushed open the slightly ajar door and…

“Oh Jesus! Fucking hell! Sorry Coach! God damn!”

Right there on his desk Negan was fucking a woman. Lunea could hear his laugh while she covered her eyes and exited as fast as possible.

“I’ll come get you when I’m finished, Ribbons!” He called after her still laughing.

She waved a hand in acknowledgment and kept moving.

Holy fuck! But god damn coach had a nice ass.

She shook her head and sat at her desk starting to reorganize the inventory books. She had been at it a while; her vision was getting blurry and her temples hurt. What she wouldn’t give for her reading glasses right now. She walked over to get a glass of water before sitting back down and rubbing her temples.

“Oh, it wasn’t that fucking bad was it, Ribbons?” Negan was leaning against her door frame smirking.

“What? Oh, Fuck. No. I have a fucking migraine from staring at this shit without glasses on. Haven’t thought about needing them in a damn long while.”

“Hmmm. Well I’ll look into finding you some then. Now, about what you walked in on. I have wives, a group of women that are under my protection here. And when I’m finding myself rather…”

“No need to explain. People have their needs. Kinda fucking weird that you have more than one wife, but things are all fucking weird, now aren’t they? I mean I’m not down for the whole ‘sharing my man’ thing. I’m too greedy for that shit. Anyways, I was coming to find you like you asked. Since you were…occupied, I started working on these books. I think the easiest way to do them will be to have to separate systems that work as one. Inventory what comes in from each group and then collaborate it in a master sheet. That way you know what each group brought in and then everything you have together. Separate that into categories in the warehouse. Food, household, personal care, medical, so on and so forth. I started a book for each of the groups and was about to start the master sheet when my eyes went all wonky.” Lunea leaned back in her chair and looked up at her former coach seeming quite pleased with herself.

“Well, fuck, Ribbons! Look at you! Already got shit rolling and not even 24 hours on the job! Let’s go get some food! I’m fucking famished!”

Chapter 2 Chapter 4

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pinkrocketimagines · 7 years

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YOUNG: Part 2 ( COLE X READER)

Summary: Your first encounter with Cole since he came. An emotional roller coaster ride follows after he asks another girl to dance.

A/N: I hope you enjoy! It’s a little too deep and emotional. Hope you’re okay with that ._. I loved writing it :)

“Wow, the view is still spectacular,” Cole exclaims

Not too long ago, he snuck into your dorm to wake you up so you two could climb the Kingsville Hill like you did when you were young.

You roll your eyes as your ignore his statement and retort him back with a question, “How did you even find my room?”

Cole looks at you like it was the most normal thing in the world to sneak into the girls’ dormitory.

“It’s not like I haven’t done it before,” he winks. You scoff.

After all these years, he’s still got it. Yeap.

You turn away from him and focus on the spectacular view before you.

The good old hilltop, the Filgirtz river between the two Kingsville mountains , the sun about to rise, and a certain Cole Sprouse next to you.

Just like old times.

You still remember how much you looked forward into early morning adventures with Cole. Starting the day with the person you ‘loved’ was something you missed.

It feels so weird having him here. It’s like he never left. It’s like the two years without him were just a blur and he’s here.

“So (y/n),” He smiles at you, “How have you been?”

Your eyes flutter as reflect back on the two years you spent trying to get over him, the hardest two years.

“I’ve been great,” you happily reply,” How about you, some big shot now huh?”

“Haha, so you’ve watched my show!”

“Errgh..,” you think of some excuse,”Well,”

“Oh my god, (y/n). I can’t believe you!”

“Cole, chill. You know me. I’m don’t watch TV a lot. Besides, school has been..” you nervously blurt out things you don’t even mean. I mean, how could you possibly explain to him how seeing him on TV hurt so much?

“I get it,” he happily wraps his arm around your shoulder,” Oh look, the sun is rising.”

You’re taken aback by his sudden gesture. You know it doesn’t mean anything. But it feels nice. It really does. You’ve lost count of the number of sunrise and sunset you watched whist wishing he was with you.

“I’ve you missed you, (y/n)!”

“Me too.”

Maybe you never really got over him. Maybe you just learnt to hide your feelings. Maybe your feelings never left- because the way I see it, you still look at him the same way you did when you realized you were in love with him.

During breakfast, Cole makes quite a statement by sitting next to you.

“Hey, that’s my-” Wendy protests. “Why don’t you sit next to Kj over there?”

Wow, Cole just made an offer she couldn’t refuse. Wendy happily makes her way towards KJ.

“(Y/N), Do you think we have any common classes today?”

You shake your head,”Nope, the summer program is different from the regular classes.”

“Dang it, I was thinking you could introduce me to some of your friends!”

You roll you eyes,”Go away, Cole. I’m trying to eat.”

He snickers, “Hey,” he puts your hair behind your ear,”You hair was a lot lighter when you were young.”

Don’t do that Cole. Don’t.

“Don’t do that, Cole.” Wait did you just blurt that out.

“Do what?

Playing with my heart.

“Playing with hair, idiot. I pay good money for this,” you joke.

He scoff and gets up,”See you later, kiddo.” he brushes your hair abruptly obviously with the intention of messing it up.

This boy has no idea what he does to my heart.

You’re really excited for the Dance class today. One, because you’re really excited to see Cole. It really never gets old! He makes you feel like you’re 15 all over again. You can’t even seem to remember what you went through when he left. You’re just happy he’s here again. Also, the fact that he wanted to see the sunrise with you on his first day of return..makes you feel special.

Maybe this is fate’s way of giving us another chance, you think.

The moment you enter the class, you’re met with the sight of Cole surrounded by 5-6 girls. Ugh, he’s still the old Cole.

You roll your eyes at the sight and head to your seat.

“Hey, (y/n), right?” Cole’s red-headed friend comes over to you.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry about the other day. I had to run,”

“Clearly,” he jokes

You laugh, “Haha, I’m (y/n).”

“Very nice to meet you, (y/n). You can call me KJ.” “Nice to meet you as well, Mr KJ.”

KJ seems like a really cool guy. He keeps you distracted from Cole for a while. He doesn’t a good job at it though. It’s not his fault that YOU’VE been in love with the same guy for over 3 years. Obviously, your jealousy is going to act up.

“Aw, I see what’s happening here,” exclaims KJ

“What?”

“You’ve got the hots for Sprouse!”

You scoff, “I SO DON’T!”

“Please, you’ve been staring at that direction for like idk,” You hit his arm,”You’re so annoying, it’s nothing like that!”

He chuckles,”I was just playing with you, jeez. You’re cute when you get flustered.”

You shoot him a look,” Annoying.”

“Hello class!,” Mrs Hurley makes her entry. KJ goes back to his front seat.

“Now today,” she begins,” We are going to choose partners for ya’ll”

Everybody looks at each other excitedly. Your eyes find Cole. He’s obviously excited.

“I’m going to give you 10 minutes, only 10 minutes. Within this 10 minutes, find yourself a partner. Gather up your guts and ask the girl/boy you like to be your dance partner! Don’t be shy, this is your final year. Otherwise, I will be choosing the partners for you all.”

Definitely not the latter.

During the first two minutes, the atmosphere was filled with tension as well as excitement at the same time. You could literally see how everyone was mentally preparing themselves to ask their crush to be their dance partner.

“I’m going to ask Alec,” says Wendy. “Who are you going to ask?”

You look at Cole, seated at the front row, he’s still joking around with KJ and some other friends.

“Cole?” Wendy gawks at you.

“I don’t know, maybe..”

“Seriously? Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”

“It’s not like that, Wendy.” You smile,”It’s different this time.”

“Hey, they’re coming here”

You turn away as soon as you notice KJ and Cole both making their way towards you.

“Talk to me, talk to me,” you instruct Wendy,” Pretend we’re having so much fun. HAHA YOU’RE SO FUNNY WENDY,”. It’s actually really cute to see you get all conscience around Cole.

“(y/n),” you hear someone call your name. Excitedly, you look up.

KJ Apa.

You turn around to search for Cole. You spot him at the corner of the room asking a blondie. Wow. The moment when you can actually feel yourself heart break.

“(y/n)?”

“Yes, yes. Kj.” You try your best not to let your emotions get the best of you.

“Would you like to go to the dance with me?” he asks

“I would love to.” You lie through your teeth.

“I’m sorry, I really have to go. I don’t think I’m feeling well,” you blurt and excuse yourself.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to lie down for a bit.”

You ask Mrs Hurley if you could get a pass for this class. She was adamant at first because you were one of her favourite dancers, but she let you go.

You should’ve let him go long time back.

In 9th grade, when he said he would love to take you to the dance but asked another girl instead.

In 8th grade, when you saw him kiss Claire at the library.

When he decided that you weren’t a good enough reason for him to stay and not leave.

There were many incidents which you knew was your cue to let him go.

But you didn’t listen, you were too stubborn. But I guess we all are, when we’re in love. You never gave up on him, you never even thought of moving on because you always had hope. Only now do you realize that Cole will always be Cole.

It hurts.

It may not make any sense but then again, when does it ever?

This is the guy you loved all your life.

You’re aggravated, frustrated and hurt at the same time. You’ve always ben there for Cole more than any of his side chicks ever has- and he still doesn’t see you. He always leads you on with his pretty boy etiquettes.. but this is where it ends.

Staring back at you are all the things related to Cole which you had saved all these years. His 8th grade sweater which he let you wear and never asked back, the rose he picked while asking you to be his girlfriend, the bobbypin his mom used on you when you met her at a tea party, the ticket to the first movie you went to together, the notes he passed in between classes and many many more.

“Are you sure about this?” Wendy holds your hand tightly.

“I just,” you break down. Tears begin to roll down your face uncontrollably.

“There, there.” Wendy rubs your shoulder trying to comfort you.

“I feel so stupid, he wasn’t even mine to begin with,” you force a laugh.

“(Y/n), can I tell you something?”

“Suree.”

“He doesn’t deserve it,” she blurts.

“What?”

“Your love. He doesn’t deserve it. I know how you always defend him and say he’s not the one to blame because you never told him about your feelings but the way I see it, he should’ve already figured it out. I mean, c’mon, no girl would put herself through what you went through him. And he’s an ass for always settling for less. And I know how you go on about not having the right to feel bad or upset. Cmon, we’re all human. You have every right to feel hurt. You have every right to feel however you want to feel, damn it!”

“I think I loved him, you know?” you wipe your tear filled eyes. “I think I really did love him, because no matter what he did,no matter how many girls he hooked up with, no matter how many times he falsely led me on, I didn’t stop loving him. And I don’t know if that makes me a complete nutcase or a hopeless romantic. I was just so blinded by the thought of us being together that I refused to see how much he was actually hurting me. It was just that, when he was with me none of it mattered, you know? He was so different around me. Not the playboy the school knew. He always knew how to make me laugh, he kept me really really happy. Like, really really happy. And I was convinced that I would never be happy without him. I think that’s where I went wrong.”

“It’s time to let go, (y/n).”

You nod. “Yes, it’s time.” You reflect back on what happened earlier this morning. How he woke you up and caught the sunrise with you and you felt so special. You feel so stupid. Cole will always be Cole.

He will never notice me. He could talk to me, play with me, chase sunsets with me, but he’ll never notice me. And that’s how I know he’s not the one for me.

Besides, you can only let someone make you feel horrible about yourself, for so long.

Rolling your sleeves up, you look at your best friend and say,”Now, let’s dump this.”

You thought you would feel horrible after getting rid of his things but you actually feel liberated. Now that your heart has convinced your mind that Cole isn’t the one for you, he doesn’t seem that big of a deal anymore. It’s not like you’ve lost all 100% feelings for him but it’s easier now, knowing that you don’t have to worry about seeing him, not seeing him, talking to him, not talking to him.

None of it matter anymore now that you’ve made up your mind to move on.

It’s almost dinner time . You make your way towards the dinning hall, eventually spotting Cole talking to some 2-3 girls at the side of the hallway.

You hear him call you but you decide to ignore it. He can’t always have his way with his girls and come back to you whenever he feels like it.

It doesn’t work that way, Cole.

“(Y/N), heading for dinner?” KJ meets you along the way.

“Yeah, you ?”

“Same, let’s go together.”

From the corner of your eye, you could see Cole gawking at KJ and you. Probably just surprised at your sudden friendship.

At the dinner table, Cole and KJ sat across you. You ignored Cole the entire time. You refused to acknowledge his presence. Kate, the girl he asked for the dance sat next to him. You wanted to barf.

After dinner, Cole walked up towards you and before you could run away from him again, he started a conversation. “Everything okay?” he asked.

“Of course. I was just going to my room,” you answered.

“Why do I feel like you’re ignoring me?”

“I’m not.”

Cole wasn’t convinced much but he nodded his head and said,”Hey (y/n), wanna go to the hilltop at 10?”

You take a deep breath and hold your heart together as you answer, ”No. Goodnight.”

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drtemperancebrennans · 7 years

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Anyways, as most of you are already aware of by now, last weekend, after nearly 5 months of planning and stressing over every little detail about, a group of us from Australia (@boothseeleybooth, @seeleybooths, @boothseeley + three of our other friends on twitter: @ohhelloarianna, @iamlladoc, @bianca_proudman and I) had the amazing opportunity to spend an entire weekend at Supanova Melbourne with David Boreanaz, a weekend that we liked to call the ‘David weekend’. And as I’m writing this, it’s been exactly one week since the last time we saw him face-to-face, and we’ve all pretty much spent the whole of last week reminiscing over every little thing that happened during those 3 days, which I’ve tried my best to recap about under the cut below:

Day 1 (Friday, April 28th)

David was only scheduled to appear at Supanova on Saturday and Sunday, aka the official days of Supanova, however, we had only recently found out from the Gold Coast Supanova (which took place a week before) that David would be present at the preview night on Friday as well. Luckily, most of us had planned to fly in from our respective cities on Thursday/Friday morning, so we were ecstatic to learn that we might be able to meet David earlier than intended. Originally, we had all purchased the Saturday pass (which included one photograph token, one autograph token, and guaranteed entry into his panel) on the day the tickets were released, however, as we got closer to the day, we made some… pretty hefty last minute purchases for extra photograph/autograph tokens to maximise our time there (plus there’s also the fact that this was literally a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity since no one from the cast ever comes to Australia haha). ANYWAYS, I ended up with 3 photograph tokens (one with Danika on Friday, a solo photo with David on Saturday (as originally planned) and a last group photo (with Alysha, Danika and Nicole) on Sunday (the maximum number of people we could have in a pic was 4 + David, otherwise, we would have had all 7 of us be in a photo with him heh).

We all met up at our hotel on Friday afternoon and headed to Supanova afterwards. Alysha had purchased an extra photograph token during his first photograph session on Friday, which we later found out (after a series of near heart attack tweets and text messages from Supanova) would be delayed to 6pm, and with a last-minute announcement of an interview during the Opening Night ceremony, which obviously made us all very happy. Anyways, we had arrived at Supanova close to 6pm, wherein the volunteers then made us rush even more to the convention hall at the back of the Showgrounds (where Supanova was being held) so she would get there in time for the photo. Unfortunately, we couldn’t get a glimpse of David then while she was lining up as he was behind these black curtains and the photo session went pretty quickly, buttttttt he did mention that he LOVED her Bones shirt (and later told each of us the same thing) because we were all wearing them) so that was asdfghjkl moment #1.) Immediately after that was the autograph sessions which both Nicole and Alysha had tokens for, so we rushed there after AND THAT’S WHEN WE ALL GOT OUR FIRST GLIMPSE OF HIM AND I CAN’T REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED AND IDK HOW LOUD IT WAS BUT I KNOW I SCREAMED BC OMG SCHSJHSJHSF HE WAS RIGHT THEREEEEEEEEEEEEE. IN HIS RED CHECKERED SHIRT AND HIS HEAD BENT DOWN AND WE LITERALLY JUST STOOD THERE GAWKING FROM AFAR BC... YEAH IT WAS UNREAL!!!) So, yeah, the rest of us were lucky enough to be able to stare at him from afar (couldn’t take photos of him then though unfortunately) bc there weren’t many people in line anyways, unlike how it would be later on saturday/sunday). BUT THEN SOMETHING AMAZING HAPPENED (AKA HIGHLIGHT OF DAY #1). As David got up to leave for the interview, Danika shouted ‘DAVID!’ and he aCTUALLY TURNED, LOOKED IN OUR DIRECTION AND WAVEDDDDDDD. And then someone said ‘we’re back!’ to him (our first of many times that weekend HAHAHAHA) and HE SMILED SO WIDE AND SAID IT BACK AND HE POINTED AT OUR SHIRTS AND FBI BADGES THAT WE HAD ON AND DID A PUNCH SIGN AND HOLY SHIT IT WAS THE BEST THING EVER. I just stood there gobsmacked bc I literally couldn’t believe what was happening, and really, it was only like a minute long perhaps??? BUT IT WAS AMAZING (you can read more about our reactions here and here). Afterwards, we ran off straight to the Opening Night preview (which had people mentioning the name ‘David’ 8474474374646 times and made us all jump but it wasn’t the correct David, lol. Afterwards, he finally came on stage and had his interview which lasted for about 10 minutes or so, then we left and Danika and I had our photo with him!!! Although, seeing how HUGE he was for the first time while he’s literally right in front of us is something I’ll probably never forget. Anyways, yeah, we took the photo, he complimented us on our shirts and I said to him ‘you might have seen our friends in the same shirts before too’ and he was like ‘yeah I did!’. And that was it. We picked up our photos after, left the Showgrounds and went for dinner/back to our hotels.

(photo credit: Alysha)

Day 2 (Saturday, April 29th)

Aka our DAVID BOREANAZ VIP PASS DAY! This was the day we had been dreaming about for monthsssss, and it was finally here!! We got to the Showgrounds bright and early by 9am, eventhough the day wasn’t gonna start until 10am, but it was ALREADY PACKED. We got in, sporting our Jeffersonian lab coats, and went to line up for the photograph sessions. As you can imagine, the line was FILLED with Buffy/Angel fans everywhere, and we were one of the few Bones fans in sight, which I think is also what made David remember us after haha. So anyways, we all filed in one after the other for our photo with him, and as soon as he saw Arianna (and all of us behind her) he said ‘hey, you girls are back!’. And then when it came to my turn, he said to me ‘hey, Brennan!’ (since I was the only one in the group who had ‘T Brennan’ embroided on her labcoat and had a Temperance Brennan access pass) and then he put his arm around me and I literally fROZE RIGHT THEN AND THERE AND THEN I PUT MY ARM AROUND HIM AND AM FAIRLY CERTAIN I EITHER STEPPED ON HIS SHOE/KICKED IT AT THE SAME TIME (AND DIDN’T REALISE TILL AFTERWARDS FML) AND WE POSED AND I ACTUALLY FORGOT HOW TO SMILE BUT I DIDN’T CARE BECAUSE SFHJFHJHFJJDHSUHSUSGDHGHGYGYGSDH OH MY GOD. Anyways, we all left squealing because we were like ‘HE REMEMBERED US, GUYS HE REMEMBERED US!!!’ Then we got our photos, and went to line up in the autographs line which was HUGEEEEEEEEE and we waited for almost half an hour I think but then it came to our turn and this time, because I was the first in line amongst all of us, he looked up to me, saw the rest of us and saID ‘HEY, THERE’S MY…… SOMEWHAT PEOPLE’’ AND WOW I ALMOST DIED RIGHT THEN AND THERE!!!!! He then signed my S3/S4 Official Companion book on the photo of him and Emily, and signed everyone else’s, and we all left to go line up for his panel (ps I’d also sneakily recorded him saying those words to us during the autographs and was pretty happy to learn that it was now on my phone foreverrrrrr).

We were actually like, 2 hours early for his panel and the volunteers informed us that we could leave to go roam about first if we wanted to but we were like????? LOL AS IF WE CARE ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE??? So we still hung around and waited and got told to move 98989776652 times but finally got in and were seated at the back whilst waiting for the panel before David’s to finish. When they finally said we could move to our seats, Alysha and I managed to rush forward quickly, but everyone else was unexpectedly held up by this extremely rude lady. In the end, we were seated in the middle of the third/fourth rows (fifth/sixth rows if you counted the two VIP rows) and was pretty upset about that. But anyways, the panel started and DAVID CAME OUT AND HE WENT AROUND THE ROOM HIGH-FIVING PEOPLE’S HANDS and we were all screaming and shouting for him. The panel (of which 90% was recorded by yours truly, and uploaded here) was pretty good, mostly because of how funny he was/is, although unfortunately, there were barely any Bones questions (which I’m sure annoyed him too, at least, judging from his reaction to the Booth vs Angel question in particular hehe). He did do this AMAZING thing 10 minutes into the panel, when he was talking about trolling the streets of Melbourne disguised as Angel (people shouting) vs as Booth (which we all went ‘yeahhhhhhhh wooooooo’) and he immediately said ‘alright, where are MY squints?’ Which WE ALL THEN SCREAMED BECAUSE HOLY SHIT DID HE MEAN US??? YES YES SJFHSJHFHHSFHHFJHSFJFF. (Further proof that he meant us btw: he then asked about Bianca, who had earlier in the day told us how impressed David himself was during her autograph session, since she had on a Flyers hat, FBI shirt, Booth socks, Vans etc, and he spotted her from onstage and was like ‘right there THAT GANG’ (aka us) despite having been informed just how difficult it is to spot people from onstage because of the glaring lights etc). OF COURSE, we got SO EXCITED and was mind-boggled because he called her up on stage AND STAYED ONSTAGE WITH HIM FOR THE ENTIRE PANEL AFTER!!!!!! #goals (she also got an amazing souvenir from him after the whole panel, which made her, and us, very happy about of course).

Some other exciting things that happened in the panel: a little girl actually asked him point blank ‘why did you finish Bones?’ which made us all squeal because YES FINALLY A NON-BUFFY/ANGEL QUESTION. David answered her in a diplomatic manner of course, but he did end the question by saying ‘going forward, you never know what may happen with that show’. (At that point, I was like, HAH TAKE THAT B&A fans! Ps I’m sorry if this comes off as a little mean-spirited, but it honestly gets really sickening to hear question after question after QUESTION regarding Buffy/Angel; we weren’t lucky enough to get picked otherwise we would have asked him Bones questions ourselves. But (and this is my own personal observation from the two panels I was there for) it is very clear that David DEFINITELY prefers Bones and enjoyed answering Bones questions far more than he did B&A ones (who can blame him though?), but we all already knew that of course :) The other one was the aforementioned Angel vs Booth question, as well as some other Bones questions relating to Booth’s cosmic balance sheet and the things he took from set. At the conclusion of the panel, David announced that he would be doing a raflle the next day, called ‘Tea and Socks with David Boreanaz’ where the winner of the raffle would get a pair of Booth’s socks from him as well as a 15-minute chat with him over a cup of tea in between photograph sessions/autograph signings. We decided to try our luck of course, because why not right? Later on, we went around to look for any Bones merchandise for sale and unfortunately, could only find one thing: a printed shirt that said ‘always trust a squint’, which both Alysha and I decided to get after. We then headed back to our respective hotels for an early dinner + some Bones watching because hey, that’s the one thing that what we all love the most right? :)

(photo credit: Arianna)

Day 3 (Sunday, April 30th)

Arguably THE BEST DAY OF ALL. Honestly, this was the one day that we had the least expectations for, since we didn’t have the Day pass, and therefore, weren’t guaranteed entry into the panel, so we knew that we had to make sure we got there early enough to queue up (after having checked out of our respective hotels as well). So many things could have gone wrong, and really, they almost did, and yet, we didn’t know why or how, but THIS HAPPENED:

(photo credit: Sandra)

Yes, I know, WHAT THE SSFHHUFGYKKLADUR THIS CAN’T BE REAL HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE? WHAT IN THE DAMN SHDUSHFUHUFHYUEIE SORCERY QTYEEIEUOEOEUIEUEBCNK HOWWWWWWWW? (if you had told any of us this 5 months ago, or 3 weeks ago, heck THE DAY BEFORE EVEN - we would not have believed you. and rightly so)

Anyways, I’m getting ahead of myself here (sorry, the excitement level of writing this recap just sHOT UP THE MINUTE I GOT TO SUNDAY heh). Sunday started out with each of us arriving at various times in the morning, with David’s panel due to start at 1pm. Alysha had another autograph session with David, and once all of us were together, we decided to go in to the panel before David’s (bless Nolan North honestly) to ensure we had good seating (preferably aisle seats that were as close to the stage as possible). We sat in the panel for almost an hour, and then when the time came for the panel to end, to our horror, the moderator announced that if we were here for David’s panel AND DIDN’T HAVE THE DAY PASS had to go outside and join the queue immediately. You can imagine just how devastated we got after we heard that, and looked at each other frantically, but decided to ignore the announcement anyway, heh. Unfortunately, we could only get in the seventh/eight rows (ninth/tenth if you count VIPs) because we really wanted aisle seats as well, and the front rows were already taken up. But honestly, it was a great thing that we didn’t go further up front because they were meant for the people who had the Sunday pass (these people wore purple wristbands) and not the general public/people with the Saturday pass (yellow wristbands, which we had). A lady actually came around to check our wristbands and informed the people who were seated in front of us about the restrictions, and we were so afraid that she would catch us too and kick us out (at this point, I held my phone to my ear and pretended to speak to someone else on the other end of the line, desperately hoping that she would leave us alone, heh). THANKFULLY, she was interrupted by someone else, and by the time she came around again it was almost time to start the panel so we were safe. Phew.

The moderator came on stage and asked us all if we were excited and then proceeded to say ‘let’s hear from the Buffy fans’ (cue screams), ‘let’s hear from the Angel fans’ (cue louder screams)…… and then, Arianna whispered to us that we should stand up……. he said ‘let’s hear from the Bones fans!’… we all stood up and screamed as loud as we could. He called us manic afterwards, heh, but we didn’t care because how else we are gonna show how much more dedicated we are and stand out from the B&A crowd, right? :)

Anyways, David came in (didn’t do the high-five around the room unfortunately) and did some really goofy stuff on stage (like when he started dancing and then did this crazy butt rub across the stage which made us all LOL) and then about 5-10 minutes in, decided to come off the stage and do the moderator’s job by going around the room to ask questions. He went off to the left side of the stage first, where a girl asked him a question about if he was as good as Booth is at shooting and stuff, and then he walked towards the aisle. At this point, we were all going crazyyyyyy because he wAS SO CLOSE. As he got closer, Alyssa decided to shout ‘we’re back’ and we all got the signal and joined in and DAVID NOTICED US AND WAS LIKE ‘HEY THE SQUINT SQUAD IS BACK!’ (cue massive fangirl screams) AND THAT’S WHEN THE UNBELIEVABLE HAPPENED - HE INVITED US ALL TO COME ON STAGE WITH HIM!!!!! AND WE WERE LIKE WHAT???? ARE YOU FOR REAL??? OMG OMG - SO WE FOLLOWED HIM GOT ON STAGE, AND BECAUSE I WAS first in line, he asked me for my name and I said ‘Anisha’. AND THEN HE SAID TO ME ‘YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO SAY EMILY DESCHANEL’. (I STOPPED BREATHING THEN BECAUSE OHHHH NMFYYYFHFJ GOOOOODDD DID DAVID BOREANAZ JUST SAY ‘EMILY DESCHANEL’ RIGHT TO MY FACE??? LIKE WE HAD BEEN WANTING TO HEAR HIM MENTION THE CAST (AND ESPECIALLY EMILY) ALL WEEKEND EXCEPT WE COULDN’T BC OF THE LACK OF BONES QUESTIONS AND THE FIRST TIME HE SAYS IT IS TO US ON STAGE, RIGHT TO MY FACE????? BYE). And he went around the room asking each of us the same thing:

Danika: Emily Deschanel.

David: Okay, you stay here.

Alysha: I’m Emily Deschanel.

David: There can only be one. Now, go sit down.

Alyssa:….. Camille?

David: Okay, go sit down, that’s not a character. OH YES, IT IS, CAM! YOU STAY!

Arianna: I’m Michaela Conlin.

David: Okay, you can stay!

Nicole: Jack Hodgins.

David: You’re not a guy. You can go sit down.

Bianca: Booth.

David: You’re… a Flyers fan, you can go sit down.

And then he pretty much told the entire audience that we had been there all weekend long and asked them to give us a big round of applause (AND PS HE CALLED US AWESOME IN FRONT OF AT LEAST 800 PEOPLE). And I thought, okay, that’s over now, right?

DING DONG NO IT’S NOT. He then asked us to do our ‘best Bones imitation’ (BONES!! BECAUSE ONLY HE/BOOTH GETS TO CALL HER THAT AND HE SAID ‘PRETEND YOU’RE EMILY, FOCUS. ALRIGHT, I’LL COME IN AND I’LL BE BOOTH’ AND ALSO WHILE GESTURING TO ME AT ONE POINT HE LITERALLY SAID ‘COME ON, BONES’ IN THE EXACT WAY BOOTH SAID TO BRENNAN JUST BEFORE THEY WENT TO THE ALTAR TO GET MARRIED I’M??? SDGYSGYFGSYFYYFY). So, I was the first person who was put on the spot for that. He used the $600 orange chair as the ‘dead body’ and I pretended to examine it and I said ‘anthropologically speaking’… and he was like ‘hold on I didn’t finish, you got a little too excited’ (yeah of course I would be????!!!???) and he stayed in character as Booth and my brain had literally turned into mush by then, so the first thing I said was ‘Uhm the trabeculae looks really umm… disgusting right now’ (WTF RIGHT??? Apparently the audience and David thought so too) and I continued by saying ‘Cause of death is strangulation to the um, scapula’… which at least impressed him, so I could get off stage after and film everyone else (my phone was in my pocket the entire time, so everything else was caught on audio beforehand). Arguably the best imitation was Arianna’s ‘I don’t know what that means’, which had David go ‘AHHH! I don’t know what that means! I like that one’. By the time the whole stint was over and we got back to our seats, we had lost all sense of what was happening around us, and didn’t plan on recovering anytime soon heh. I tried recording more after, but got told off 73746367746 times by a lady who even at one point, made sure I was deleting the videos I caught (luckily, I had somehow scrolled up in my photos app, and thus, only had to delete videos I had from some of my friends, which she didn’t know of course hehe. So all the David stuff was safe).

The panel went by pretty quickly after, which you can hear about here, here and here, as Arianna could only get audio recordings too lest she would have been caught and told off so many times like I was.) Some of the highlights included him saying things like ‘your journey of saying goodbye to these characters for now’ when chatting with the cast whilst directing the finale and him mentioning that ‘maybe we’ll find out about (Booth’s watch, introduced in the Pilot) more someday’ since it couldn’t be incorporated into the finale, indicating that he’s inclined to do a reunion too someday, which made us all very happy of course.

End of panel and the four of us Tumblr peeps headed to the photo area once more to get our last photo taken, but were informed that due to how long the line was, we might not make it to the front of the line in time for David to head off for the raffle session, but they said we could come back for the later photo session and they would still honour our tokens. So that’s what we did, left and went to wait for him at the raffle. We didn’t win, of course, but after what happened during the panel, who could complain really? Finally at close to 4pm, after trying to collectively calm each other down, we headed over to the photo area and waited in line. FUN FACT: If the line had moved a little quicker, our photo would have been taken at eXACTLY 4.47PM, but instead, we were a couple of minutes late. Despite that, when we walked in and David saw us, he immediately said ‘alright, there they are. Squinty-cized *nervous laugh* (which was utterly adorable to hear in person btw!!) He held his arms out and held us aLL TIGHTLY AND WE TOOK THE PHOTO. We thanked him for everything and they (his manager, who was smiling by then lolol, and the Supanova volunteers) said we had one more photo and we went back again for another one. But then they said that someone had blinked (and this happened a number of times, no idea who it was though) so we ended up taking 5 or 6 photos with him holding onto us all and me gRASPING ONTO HIS ARM TIGHTLY (IT’S HUGE BTW, AS IF YOU DIDN’T ALREADY KNOW THAT) and I know we thanked him 683683992 times especially since we held up the line because of that hehe. We left and became really nostalgic because wow, that was our last time with him??? (BUT THERE WAS MORE TO COME HAHA)

We met up with everyone else after and while sitting on the steps, decided to recreate the pilot shot which you can see below. That whole time, we were also waiting for Bianca to finish her photo session with David, however, little did we know that she’d left minutes before we tried calling her. We were gonna start heading back after, when we noticed a local celebrity pass us, and that’s when Arianna said why don’t we go to the autographs and see if we can have one last look at him, or otherwise, he would actually be passing the very steps we were sitting on right then. So we went in, Arianna and I were walking slower in the back while the rest were up front, but then they ran back past us heading out shouting ‘IT’S DAVID, IT’S DAVID’. We caught him leaving just in time and he said goodbye to us, in yet ANOTHER SURPRISING MOMENT (seriously, this whole day was filled with unexpected events!!) And…. that was the last we saw of him. The end.

We all parted ways after, heading back to our respective homes/cities/countries. All in all, though, I know I will never forget this weekend, and every little bit that happened (hence this lengthy recap so I can always go back and reminisce heh). It was truly a dream come true, something I never in my wildest dreams EVER anticipated to happen, let alone that anyone from the cast (much less David) would come to Australia. And yet, he did, and all these crazy things happened. I can’t imagine not having met him, and I can’t imagine ever experiencing this whirlwind weekend without any one of the six gorgeous individuals I had the pleasure of doing it with. It’s been an honour, and a true privilege you guys.

And as David himself said…… ‘Squints unite!’

Peace out xx

(photo credit: Arianna’s phone 😅)

#David Boreanaz #bonestv #supanova australia #david weekend #personal #rambles #soz this took me like... 1 week to write #this week was hellllllll #i want to go back so bad :(#also this gets pretty long haha you have been warned

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lupintyde · 7 years

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AAiM: This’ll Be a Breeze!

As always, this is all in fun, tag however you want if reblogging, credit me when using my screencaps and links to all the crack are in the ML Crack Post Master List. This was a series, but was discontinued. Follow this link to find out why. It works well as a one-shot, though :)

Alya’s Adventures in Matchmaking: Round 1

Episode: Stormy Weather/Climatika

The Goal: To get Marinette’s head out of the clouds and teach her how to interact with Adrien like a normal human being. Also, flirts. Teach her the flirts.

Alya shows up at Marinette’s with GREAT NEWS

Adrien’s in the park doing a photoshoot

What better opportunity to get these knuckleheads together than to interrupt him at work and STARE at him?

I mean, it’s not like you can talk to him while he’s working...

...not sure what Alya’s plan was here...

when you think you have a foolproof plan to get your friends together

but you need to look up the definition of “foolproof”

you forget who you’re dealing with there, Alya

ah, no

she knows EXACTLY what she’s dealing with

Mari: what would I say to him?!

...well, she’s got you there, Marinette

real friends are honest AF

or that’s a reenactment of Jurassic Park idk

Let the lessons begin! After the cut...

Lesson #1: Doing the Wave

Alya knew what she was signing up for

her prediction was too on the nose not to

Marinette...he’s not even looking at you....

put your damn hand down -_-

Conclusion: She might have to literally smack that smile off her face

Lesson #2: Maintain Eye Contact

Time to throw caution to the wind and change this up

maybe we can move to the other side of the--

--or we could undress him with our eyes

that works too, I guess ¬､¬

just be glad she’s not drooling

Conclusion: Marinette has perfected the Thousand Yard Stare...and not much else

Lesson #3: Show Him You’re Great With Kids!

you know, since you’ve already planned to have 3 with him

I dare you to tell him that, Marinette

I. Dare. You. ಠ_ಠ

Manon decides to take matters into her own hands

Manon: 1, Everyone Within Hearing Distance: -5,000

Conclusion: At least the balloon guy is having a successful day

Lesson #4: Don’t Break the Girl Code

the photographer decides that NOW would be a good time to add a random citizen to pose with Adrien

where the hell were you 5 minutes ago?!

tbh the photographer probs chose Alya because she was the one NOT openly gawking at his subject

Alya pulls a bait-and-switch and sends Marinette off to break the ice, instead

....I DIDN’T MEAN THAT LITERALLY ᗒᗣᗕ

Conclusion: Alya needs a break. And a martini. She already has the rocks.

Akuma Mandated Recess

you know...

...maybe we’re going about this the wrong way...

on one hand we’ve got a hot blonde that Marinette can’t even talk to

on the other hand, we’ve got a smokin’ hot blonde that she can talk to

...who prances around in a skin-tight cat suit...

like, if she can have a normal conversation with that....

...maybe she needs to rethink her relationship goals

......anyway, moving on

Lesson #5: Sometimes the Universe Is Against You

now that Emo Elsa is dealt with

it’s back to Alya’s School of Seduction for our girl

or not -_-

look at the bright side, Mari

Adrien is good with kids!

Now might be the time to tell him about your 5-point plan

ಠ◡ಠ

Conclusion: The Universe does not ship Adrienette

Today’s Success Rating: 1/10

Not a great start, folks. Nice effort on Alya’s part, but today was just not her day. Better luck next time!

#Alya's AiM series #Miraculous Ladybug #alya cesaire #adrien agreste #marinette dupain-cheng #adrienette #ml stormy weather #ml climatika #long post is long #might as well tag the whole freaking square #ladynoir #ladrien #marichat #and I guess..#chat noir #cat noir #ml ladybug

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icantleavemybestgirl · 7 years

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Got yelled at by a waiter.

I had a week off from work, visited a resort with my family, there was a branch of one of my favourite food chain in the hotel I was staying in. One night, I decided to go there(because I weirdly like to try out how different areas cook the same food, and I've been here a few times, and each time, I would eat at this place at least once) anyways I was on duty to go and get a table first and order drinks while my family members got ready in the rooms.

I got by the entrance, that was half blocked by this group of family who was browsing through the menu on this display stand outside. Usually you can just walk in but instinctively I waited behind them, to go in after they’ve gone in. But after 5-10 mins, I realised that they weren’t confirmed to dine there? Idk if it makes sense but you know how sometimes people browse through a restaurants menu first before actually going in, because they wanted to see if there’s something they wanted? Anyways it was like that. So…I was like “oh, they’re just browsing” in my head, cause it made sense, there was a prepared table right by the entrance and this restaurant only takes orders when you’re sat down. But this group of people has been here for god knows how long.

Anyways, after me being “oh” I decided to walk in, because this restaurant chain didn’t have any queues, everyone walks in themselves, the only time a waiter actually assists you to a table is when they’re already standing outside with not much to do. So yep, I walk in, planning to sit at one of the four seated tables out of the six empty ones, and this employee who stood by the display stand, talking to that family, describing the menu and shit, notices me(I barely even made my way in). He fucking shouted, so loudly that most customers who sat around that entrance area, looked at me, he shouted at me “CAN YOU QUEUE UP?” with the rudest attitude and his hand raised at me.

Everything was happening so fast, i was befuddled, but I managed to mumble “never mind” and stomped out. I went to the nearest restaurant then, because one of my family members was in a rush to meet up with someone after dinner, so I was in an adrenaline rush too to find somewhere else to dine. And Because I never came across a waiter like this(let’s call him brock)

Mind Brock, there was like another guy who stood beside him just listening and not doing anything. On the inside there was a few waitresses who stood around because the few tables they have was all served. The family Brock was conversing with was not progressing and their long ass questions and shit made the kids of that family squat down in exhaustion.

So, to recall, I waited behind a group of people who wasn’t ordering anything, I wasn’t blocked out of sight by them or anything, I was very visible, and the waiter beside Brock saw me but never persuaded to do anything except continue to stand there. There was a bunch of waiters/waitresses who could’ve sorted this thing out and came to serve me, not that I need to be quickly pampered or anything but aren’t they suppose to do their job? Instead they’re letting a colleague shout at someone who just came in? They just stood there empty handed and stared. Last but not fucking least, never has there been a queue sign, whenever I go to this place, people literally seat themselves at a table, that was never a problem, I’ve been eating at this food chain for the past three years, there was no need to line up at the entrance unless the whole place is full it’s a common sense thing to do to wait outside. Idk if you guys get me, but ya know, it’s like u don’t wait outside of McDonald’s and wait for someone to assist you to a table, u fucking go in and order your food.

I would’ve understood if he liked to do things his way? Like if he wants his customers to queue up, he could’ve told me “excuse me, sorry for the inconvenience , but you have to stay in the line, and we will assist you to your table” shit like that. He said no shit like that, he fucking literally yelled at me, with the shittiest attitude and look on his face. Instead of using 5 seconds to tell me to queue up in a respected way, he fucking used 5 seconds to yell at me. I was embarrassed, but was too surprised and shocked? To give him a better response in that moment.

During my dinner elsewhere, I was trying to understand why he shouted, did I do something wrong? Did I fuck up his shift? But I never even made contact with him until he shouted at me.

So, when I calmed down a bit. I was starting to get salty thinking about what happened. Being stared at by people, and being yelled at. I decided that I was going to confront Brock if I pass by that restaurant on my way back to my hotel room, and only if he is still managing the entrance area. (Because I never thought about, confronting any rude staffs before, I never really talked back at them, because my natural response is to ignore them, mainly because I have some anxiety issues, so if a service crew from anywhere, steps on me, i usually just, excuse them outta my life, but I’ve gotten better lately, which is why I decided to go up to him, and I was feeling hella salty, and couldn’t control myself.) and I don’t think his colleagues would’ve called him to come out if I had looked for him in front of them. Idk.and I wasn’t going to go through all the process of having the manager see me. Because he is not in that area, they have this other office for this restaurant branch somewhere in the hotels building, that was too long of a process and I only wanted to confront Brock, contacting manager didn't seem like a must-do to me.

I hadn’t really planned what I was going to stay but it would be something about his attitude, I didn’t want to be like him and shout or give him a scolding. I decided to calmly tell him he shouldn’t be rude and the rest will come to me. Because I know that I don’t have to hurt him with stronger and more sensitive words, I just wanted him to know that he was fucking rude.

So walk back around the corner, there he was, near the menu stand, he’s chilling around, this time with three other staffs. This area is sort of like, divided by metal fences in the middle of this huge resort lobby with fun activities and food and shit. So, I can see the inside as I walk up, the family that was in front of me, was not there. It’s only been 20 mins since what happened and they weren’t there, which means they decided not to eat there. So, I stood myself in front of the menu display, Brock, was watching me when I neared in, when I reached, he doesn’t come up to me. He has a snide smirk on his face, his arms were folded, and he decided not to come up, his body was like, u ain’t shit.

That was fine, I was gonna call his ass up anyways, but before I did(keep in mind this is happening within 2-3 minutes)I hear someone walking behind me, and Brock, immediately paces forward, with a friendly smile on his face that was directed to whomever was coming forward. He says “yes sir” but I cut him off, because, it was very obvious, very very obvious that he did not want to serve me, he had a jackass look at his face when I was here and I was done with him.

I say excuse me, then Brock, forces a smile to show the man behind me, who now stood himself beside me, a good impression. Now that I got Brocks attention, even if it’s forced.

I told him, “yeah you rudely shouted at me a moment ago,” I continue “there is no queue up signs, there is no line dividers or ropes” Brock pretends to not know what I was talking about but his head turned towards the entrance where the signs would be if THEY HAD ANY, that shit gave him out, he can fucking hear me clearly. I go on “you shouldn’t shout at your customers, you should learn some fucking manners” In between he’s like “sorry I don’t understand” but was caught in surprise when I finished what I had to say.

Like Nah bitch he fucking knows what up.

Anyways my tone was levelled and chill as I said those and I walked off, and Brock was surprised that I called him out, his three colleagues gawked as I walked away. And that man who was behind me, I just know that he was preserving all this.

I know it’s not the best, what I did but I don’t think it was fair for him to yell at me, and I know that I’m talking about not being treated correctly while I proceed to call someone out when they’re on their shift, and when they have customers, but I couldn’t help myself, I was standing there for a solid 8-10 seconds before that man came up, Brock clearly was shitting on me from two meters away with his hand folded in front of him as he directly looked at me while I stood there, I WAS THE ONLY ONE IN FRONT OF HIM during the first 8-10 seconds. and he did not want to come up. It was right there out in the obvious. And so I couldn’t help myself. He was a fucking asshole.

#waiter #waitress #restaurant #food #dinner #pissed #scold #yelled #bullshit #rant #diary #eat #eating #queue #line #wait #Brock #salty #saltbae

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hitsuackerman · 4 years

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What in the World? (Akaashi Keiji x Reader) pt.2

Here is part 2 of WINTW? :D Enjoy!

Akaashi’s lineup: @alluring-akaashi @oikawalmart-hq @extrasugafree @bbykiyoomi @apricotjihyo @colorseeingchick @something-that-idk

links: part 1

It had been a week since you found yourself stranded in practically another dimension. The research bore very little fruit and you were sure that you were stuck in this situation. But, the feeling of not having to be cautious of the League of Villains or Yakuza was something you loved. Heck, you even decided to buy a house plant to make sure you could still practice your quirk.

It had been a few days since you agreed to become a trial manager to the volleyball club. Everything was going smoothly till a faulty chance ball was now aiming towards you. With no option to use your quirk, your mind went blank as your feet turned to stone. Yet the ball never made contact.

How did you end up here in the first place?

Oh right. Now you remember.

During the weekend, you told your other-mother that you would be taking a trip down memory lane. When asked where you planned on going, she was not expecting your answer to be your supposed previous school. Still, she simply nodded and prayed for your safety.

The teacher wasn’t kidding when she said it was far. It practically took 2 hours to reach Musutafu. Even then, things were still different. There were no high rise buildings with fancy floating signages, no agencies, and no sign of small time criminals wasting their time. Your heart sunk even more when the sight of the UA building was different. The four connected buildings were replaced with a modern looking academy. Similar to Fukurodani.

Showing your old ID, the guard let you enter.

In theory, your classroom should be on the 2nd floor. Luckily, it was the weekend so only those with supplementary classes were present. When you saw the small 2-A, you carefully peaked through the crack on the door to see if anybody was present. Judging by how the students were seated on their desks, it was safe to fully open the doors.

“(y/n)?!” The face ever present in your social media posts. Akiko. That was definitely her. Black hair, chubby, and a smile that could rival Deku’s, it pained how you knew nothing of her. “Oh my gosh! You’re actually here!”

“Couldn’t resist not visiting you two~” Safe response.

“How are things at your new academy?” Asami. Light brown hair, small voice, but definitely pretty was the one who spoke next. “Fukurodani right?”

Sitting on the desk beside Akiko, you huffed and wondered if the way you were acting was similar to how they were used to. Judging by their eager faces, it was safe to assume that you were doing things right. Maybe being yourself wasn’t too scary. Opting not to let your guard down, you merely shrugged.

“The week’s been unique.” It really was. “The subjects aren’t too far off from what we have here. And I got a flier from a 3rd year. Said something about being a manager for some club. Volleyball, I think.”

If there was one thing your dimension didn’t have, it was quirkless sports. Of course normal sports existed but living in a world where the majority possessed quirks, it would be a lie if you said you remembered the last time you played a sport for real.

“Never knew you were into sports, (y/n)...” Akiko commented as she rested her chin on her palm.

“She’s probably in it for the guys.” Asami teased and nudged your elbow. “The Owls are rather strong in the Japanese volleyball world. Have you seen their captain? I heard he’s a wild one.”

“In the sheets or on the court?” You clapped back.

“Oooh now we’re going somewhere!” The light brown hair girl seemed to enjoy gossip about boys. “Do tell us when you see him! I heard he’s as beefy as wagyu can get.”

“Ew.” If there was a beefy person in your mind, it would have to be All Might. Yet the mere thought of adoring his muscles made you want to gag. Still, being with these two women was quite fun despite only knowing them for a couple of minutes. “I’ll video call. After class.”

“So how’s you and Toshi?”

Toshi? Who the hell is Toshi? This person was not in any of your accessible socials or even messages. Not sure what to do, you looked away.

“Mimi.” Akiko quietly scolded your new friend. “Don’t remind her.”

Oh gods was this… It would definitely make sense. Whoever this Toshi was only meant that he was an ex. Damn it all for making things more complicated. Thinking that you should play dumb, you huffed and pouted.

“I have no idea who that Toshi is.”

“Can’t blame you though. It was almost as if he adored the sport more than you.” Asami nodded as she thought out loud. “Plus it was quite a bit of a shocker that you two were seeing each other. Damn those men at Shiratorizawa.”

Shira-what? Why were school names so complicated in this prefecture?

“Damn them indeed.” Standing up, you glanced at your watch and decided it was time for the long trip back home. “Anyway, I’ll call you two tomorrow since it’ll be my first day as a trial manager.”

“Always go for the setter, (y/n).” Akiko teased before you closed the door on her.

And that’s where you found yourself now. Arms crossed out in front of you in a lame attempt to shield yourself from a chance ball they failed to get inside the court. Yet the game must continue and the player whose jersey number was 5 seemingly protected you.

Sure you found Todoroki Shoto hot. Katsuki was definitely high up there too. Kirishima and his manliness? Plus points. But the sight of a quirkless volleyball athlete, whose toned stomach peaked through his shirt as he floated in air to toss the ball back to his spiker was something else. The way he landed smoothly and ran back to the battle field made your jaw drop.

“You’ll have to get used to that.” Yukie whispered as she watched you gawking at the setter. “These boys just love the sport.”

Her words flowed in and out of your ears. That was Akaashi. No doubt. There was no mistaking the same gunmetal blue eyes that met yours during the first day of your class.

“HEY! HEY! HEY!” The salt and pepper player exclaimed. His fists pumping the air as he radiated happiness. “D’yu see that spike Aghaashi?! Pretty cool right? Right?”

“It was amazing, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi replied with a deadpan face.

Aghaashi? If he was allowing that hyper 18 year old to call him that, they must be close. Your thoughts were cut when the group of men approached you and Yukie. Even in this world you were surrounded by freakishly tall men.

“So whatcha think, (y/n)-chan?” Bokuto asked as he wiped his forehead. His chest still heaving from the game. Asami wasn’t kidding when she said beefy. If anything, he really was a meal. But, your eyes lingered more on the person beside him.

“That was pretty intense~” You had to admit. Seeing a sport without the usage of quirks was rather thrilling. “I might take up the offer, Bokuto-senpai~”

“YOSHH!!” It looked as if he was about to tackle you into a hug but once again, no.5 was there to the rescue.

“Don’t forget that you’re still sweating, Bokuto-san.” Akaashi scolded the captain whose face contorted into one with sadness. Bowing as an apology, you shrugged it off. Being hugged by sweaty men was nothing new. You would have to blame Kiri and Denki for that. “Are you alright? The ball almost hit you awhile ago.”

‘With the view you gave me? Hell yeah.’ Shaking the thoughts away, you simply shrugged and smirked.

“It’s all part of the game. My reflexes were off so, it’s all fair.”

“In that case, I look forward to your decision, (l/n)-san.” He bowed and tailed the rest of the group towards the locker room. His features showing nothing as his senpai teased him about how the both of you knew each other.

“No need to worry about the captain.” Kaori assured you. A gentle smile resting on her freckled face. “He’s like a 10 year old, honestly. But, Akaashi-san is there to tame him so, it’s all balanced.”

‘I’ve handled an exploding pomeranian. An owl would be much easier.’ Smirking at your thoughts, the two girls ushered you towards the bench where you were to sign some club papers. Once your signature was printed, the two of them formally welcomed you to the small nest.

Now that practice was over, the team had just finished mopping the floors while a few of them still kept tossing on the other court. Picking up the balls, you wondered how exact their estimations had to be to score. Picturing how Bokuto managed to hit the ball just inches away from the line showed his control over physics.

“(y/n)-chan!” You turned around to be met by golden eyes and an inviting hand. “Why not show us what you got!”

“You don’t really have to, (l/n)-san.” Akaashi spoke up as well. In his hands rested a ball. His eyebrows jerked when he saw a playful smirk on your face.

“I may be small but I ain’t that weak, Akaashi-san~” It was not intended but your tone was rather flirty and you were not sure how you felt about that. In some strange way, Mineta was rubbing off on you. Damn. You needed to spend more time with Yaomomo. “I’m not really good at it though.”

“D’yu know the basics?” Bokuto asked with such a giddy expression. When you nodded, he stole a teasing look at his childhood friend. “You think you can spike baby owl?”

“I guess if you show me, I can attempt.” Replaying the amount of times you used your quirk, there was probably enough juice for you to manipulate matter around you to land a spike. If this was a chance to practice whatever was left of your quirk, so be it.

“ALRIGHT!” Bokuto jumped as he readied himself. “Akashi! Toss to me!”

“It’s ‘Akaashi’ Bokuto-san.” He met your eyes. “Would you mind throwing the ball up for me?”

“Not at all~” Because he was beside you, he handed you the ball. The moment your fingertips touched his, your breath hitched. It must have been your hormones but you felt an electrical spark. You could feel the heat traveling to your cheeks as well. “Just, uh, give me a sign.”

When Bokuto gave him the go signal, he faced you and nodded. Tossing the ball in his direction, you watched as his eyes followed the floating ball. Almost delicately, the ball landed on his fingertips and immediately tossed it back to his captain. It was quick but the next thing you heard was the sound of the ball hitting the floor.

“That’s how it’s done, baby owl!” Bokuto gave you a thumbs up. “Your turn!”

Heading to his starting point, you focused all of your quirk to your arms and feet. Regulating your quirk was nothing new so the faint glow was nothing to be too worried about. Besides, the gym’s hideous lighting was enough to cover it up. Was this considered cheating? Probably. Not like they knew about quirks anyway~

Giving Akaashi the signal, he waited for Bokuto to toss him the ball. For half a second, he stared as to where you were heading and just how high were you willing to jump. Upon realizing that you were attempting to jump as high as his senpai, he obliged and tossed it with the same amount of strength and precision he usually gives for Bokuto.

With the help of your quirk, the people in the gym felt as if you were floating on air before hitting the ball. The form you held was outstanding and the way the ball bounced off the ground till it hit the school’s logo was impressive.

“WAAAH?!!!” Bokuto practically grabbed Akaashi by his arm and dragged him all the way to you. “DO YOU PLAY? WAS THAT YOUR FIRST TIME? THAT WAS HELLA AWESOME BABY OWL!”

“He’s right.” Akaashi finally pulled himself free from his friend and fixed his shirt. “Who taught you?”

Knowing the perfect reason, you smiled. If Shiratorizawa was as famous as they were, it would be quite interesting to see their reaction.

“My ex taught me.” Gods that sounded weird, even for you.

“Ehhh? Your ex must be good if he managed to teach you that spike~” Bokuto thought out loud. “What school does he go to, (y/n)-chan?”

“Shiratorizawa.” This was getting all too funny. You were never an actress but the way you handled the situation was something you would never forget. The audible gasps of everyone in the room was fun and worth it. “I don’t talk to him anymore, though.”

“Who?” One of the third years asked.

“Ushijima.” You were more than thankful you took the time to painstakingly research all about this unknown ex.

“USHIWAKA?!” The two managers exclaimed in unison.

“Yeah. But it didn’t really last long.” And you had no idea why. “Differences were too much, I guess.”

“Why weren’t there any pictures of the both of you?” Koari asked. Her eyes wide with curiosity and cheeks tainted pink at the new found information.

“Ya’ll know how he is. He wasn’t the type to just take selfies or shit.” Was this really the reason though? You didn’t even have his number anymore. If you had known you dated a volleyball celebrity, you never would’ve took the managerial offer. Still, you would have to give credit where credit was somewhat due. “He was sweet though. I’ll have to admit.”

“How long were you guys an item, (y/n)-chan?” Bokuto asked, his arm now draped on Akaashi’s shoulder.

“Probably a few weeks at most.” That was the safest answer you could go for. Curse your ‘emotions’ for having to delete every single information you had on this Ushijima guy. Still, you were thankful for the break up otherwise things would have been a bit more awkward. “But, ey, the past is past.”

“Who would’ve known baby owl’s type was the likes of Ushiwaka~”

Stoic guys were no big deal knowing Todoroki was there to train you. And it’s not like the people in this world had severe background issues. In a way, it made you happy knowing none of these people experienced what heroes go through.

When the gym was now closed, you were now walking the streets. It still did not sink in. The reality of being in a different dimension with no one knowing who you were. You had already made a few friends and acquaintances here and there but the feeling of emptiness still lingered.

Staring at your palm, you activated your quirk just to see if the amount you used had been milked dry. Surprisingly, a small tug was still there along with a barely visible glow. Placing your hand in your pocket, you let your thoughts wander once more.

Passing by a convenience store, you decided it was time for you to build a deeper foundation with your other-mother. Entering, you searched for the chocolates aisle. The selection was nothing like you’ve seen before. Different labels with unheard of brands littered the shelves. You recalled your other-mother eating a piece but the wrapper had already been discarded.

“Great. Not even the fucking chocolates are the same here.” You complained to yourself.

“You have different chocolates in Musutafu?”

Oh shit.

Looking at the source of the familiar voice, your fingers felt numb and you could feel the heat traveling to your cheeks again. Putting your hand in your pocket, you activated your quirk and felt relaxed once more.

“Uh, somewhat?” Why did this man who smelled a bit of sweat and deodorant have to be so beautiful? He could definitely rival Tododorky in your opinion. But, you digress. Both Todoroki and Akaashi were beautiful in their own way. “Just some unfamiliar brands.”

“Do you need help in choosing, (l/n)-san?” Akaashi asked as he took one bar and read the ingredients.

“What chocolates do mother’s like?”

“If she isn’t fond of overly sweet ones,” He placed the bar back and took another one. “This’ll do it.”

Walking towards the counter, you eyed his purchase. It was an onigiri. Probably for his dinner. Once you were handed your change, he opened the door for you. Him and his gestures were something you were slowly liking.

“So where are you heading?”

Looking at the same direction, your silent invitation to walk home together was accepted. Getting to know him more was somewhat similar to Shinso back in your dimension. Both of them preferred silence and though Shinso was rather edgy during the first few days in the hero course, you were happy when his shell slowly broke down. Though Akaashi was taller by a few inches, you guessed.

When you finally arrived at your house, you bowed and said farewell. For a moment, you saw how he stared at you. Almost as if he were reading you like a limited edition book he had been saving for. Realizing that he was staring a bit too long, he finally returned your act and bid farewell.

Though it wasn’t too long. After a few steps, he turned and went towards the door.

“Holy quirks…”

How did you miss it? Why did this dimension allow you to be neighbors with such a pretty setter? You could feel it. Things were only going to get much worse.

And it did.

Just when you opened the doors to your room, you went to the window and peaked through the curtains. Just a few inches to the right, you saw another window, one with the lights on. Pointing your finger, you slowly pushed the curtain and saw a bed.

As if on cue, a familiar ball of raven hair landed on the bed. The same jacket you saw just a few minutes ago clear as the crack could offer.

“Ah shit…”

Shit indeed.

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a/n: so hows chapter 2 :) ? feel free to message me your thoughts and comment if you’d want to be added to Akaashi’s lineup! :) take care and see ya’ll in the next upload <3

#akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu x reader #akaashi x y/n #just a hint of fluff

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