#im joining team bloom this year

[xq1zi]

nothing more, nothing less

warnings: angst no happy ending, rushed ,not proof read, and english not first language!

word count: 1.4k

A/N: hope this makes sense!

you couldn't believe how quickly they let everything go to their heads. what would the point in staying if you obviously had no opinion on the matter.

once school was over you went down to the gym like you did every afternoon for the past couple months. but before meeting with the team you went to the girls locker room to go change. into your tracksuits to be more comfy.

you noticed that someone elses school clothes are there. didn’t have much time to dwell about it since you did have to go to the gym quickly. you left then heard some small commotion coming from the gym so you did a quick sprint to go see whats its about. when you got there, some of the team surrounded another person.

but of couse kenma did not join the group but just stood the side and kuroo following his lead.

“hey guys whats the big fuss.” they both looked at you and kuroo began to speak. “im pretty sure we got a new manger.” now the clothes in the locker room made sense. “ohh so who is she?” you replied. “not sure, haven't gotten a chance to ask since you see the team is very excited.”kuroo started to get just a little bit annoyed by now. “i'm guessing she's very pretty then. kenma doesn't look too happy.” you express.

“i just want this over with and go home already.” typically of him. so you call the team over to start practice. “guys!! come on we have to get to practice you can meet the new manger later on your own time.” the rest of them awed,and finally got started.

the new manager came over to the sideline and you two started a conversation. she was a first year student and named airi. she was a cute girl as far as you can tell. but also a very pretty girl. break time came, you went to go show how to prepare the teams waters.

“[name] wouldn't it be easier to make the teams waters all the same?” airi questioned. “yeah it would be, but i think as much they work hard so this is my way of just helping them” and it's true they work hard and you just wanted them to know that they care and sees them for the great team they are. as you go back to the gym to hand them their waters they are trying to get to the newly manager. even kuroo was joining in the fun.

“kenma, you’re not gonna go over there and try to intoduce yourself?” you asked him. “no not right now, they’re all gooning over her. plus i think you’re better no matter what.” he shrugged. you and kemna were mutuals growing up. you two didn't have anything to talk about when we went over to his house.

not like you wanted to be there. your mother missed her friend so you were at kenma’s house more than often. It was only the year before you and him went to middle school that you talked. thanks to kuroo who wanted to include you as much as possible. you two met by accident when he came over to drag kenma to play with him. but found awkward people dying of silence.

whenever you tried to ask kuroo why he even invited you to things when you barely knew him. and ever more so tried to make a friendship between two people bloom when there was a 50% of it failing. he just always said. “i just had a feeling and went with it” and you are glad he did because he and kenma are the most important people in your life.

break time was over and they resumed back to practice. before you knew it was over. everyone does their part and puts everything away. it seems as if they were trying to get it over with instead of complaining about it like usual. once they were done they practically trampled the new manager. “guys! how are you ever let her speak if you never let her get a chance too?” kuroo had yelled at the team.

“yeah, let the poor girl say something you vultures,” you pointed out. “haven't you noticed that she hasn't even gotten a sentence in.” they realized their mistake and let her talk. she had answered all the questions she could remember being basically being thrown at her. when all of them realized that she wasn't walking home in any of their directions they had all dramatically sighed.

“[name] lets go home already there is no point in staying any more.” kenma whined a bit just wanting to go home and play his games. “okay, kurro! come on, let's go home!” you waved him down as he was talking to the others. the three of you walked home like any other day.

“man, that new manger really has the team wrapped around her finger.” kurro stated. “yeah no kidding, poor girl she was helpless against the rest.” you laughed. to be far it took you some time for the rest of the team to warm up to you. you guess that they've been around you so much they didn't waste time getting to know her.

“kenma, whatcha think? you think she was that cute.” kurro teased him. “she’s okay i guess i wasn't really paying attention.” spoken in true kenma from. you and kurro talked the rest of the way back home and kenma saying a few words here and there. once you were home you went to bed and slept soundly.

it had been two months since airi came to the team and she fit in really well. a bit too well if you asked yourself. you noticed how everyone would treat you like you newbie almost. it was starting to become unfair. first, they had asked airi if she could make their water now on.

then, it was them only spending them with her. you couldn't help feel jealous, like who wouldn’t? the one that hurt most was with kenma. it had taken you years to get close to him.

now she's all buddy-buddy with him. to be honest you did start acting a bit rude. you just couldn't take it anymore. being treated like they barely knew you hurt.

airi had asked you if you would do something for her. you replied a bit harshly. “yeah, sure whatever.” kurro didn't like your little outburst and told you to be more nicely. how embarrassing being told off but kurro when you didn't do anything wrong? you're just in a bad mood, that's all. but that bad mood will stay for a while.

getting worse after kenma and kurro telling you they couldn't hang out because they were already out with airi. what a joke you’ve obviously been replaced. when you told your concerns to them once you three finally hanged out. they brushed you off and told you not to worry.

your breaking point had come and one day when airi came into the locker room you snapped. you told her off but nothing too serious. she left the room crying, you stood there thinking about what you just did. you ran after her but it was too late she had already told the team.

they all looked at you, you didn’t know what to say the air was heavy. “hey look airi im sorry..” you said sincerely. “[name] sorry isn’t enough is it true were you about to hit her?” kurro stopped you mid sentence. “what..? what are you talking about..” confused and scared about what they are thinking about you.

of course she blew it out of proportion. that’s not fair. nothing, it's fair. you guess all this time you were just a team manager. because they aren’t even letting you talk. when coach came he was filled in and unfortunately he had to suspend you from participating in team management. kenma went to go talk to you to see what even happened.

“[name], why would you even raise your hand at

her. she didn’t do anything.”

“kenma are you really saying that you believe her? i didn’t try to hit her! don’t you believe me?”

“well you have been acting kinda rude to her and us the last couple of weeks.”

“wow you don’t even know why i’ve been acting like this even when i told you too?” you were hurt at that statement.

“don’t be like that, you were just jealous.” he calmly replied.

“jealous?! no i’ve been angry that i’ve seem like i’ve been replaced! you know what kenma this isn’t worth my time.” and with that you left. you didn’t bother coming back after. your suspension from the team. it was clear to you who they believed.

hey!! this is my first fic in a while sorry it’s rushed but i just need to get this out to get my motivation started.

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2. how to get fired

SYNOPSIS a romcom office series; in which you're a huge romantic at heart but the shitty men you attract leaves you with countless failed relationships. then, you meet choi soobin. in an elevator. he isn't interested in you, he finds you annoying, and he clearly has zero respect for you, so why the hell are you so bent on making him like you?

AUTHOR NOTE the way im literally killing my engagement by delaying my posting time so early on in this fic..tsk tsk. whatever, at this point, im writing this for fun

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Your history with men: long, futile, possibly traumatic -- which, you guess, is more reference of the ends of your relationships, but besides the point. The most important of all, of course, is how all of the men you've dated liked you more than you did them.

You don't mean to brag, really, but despite those relationships ending, it always starts off incredibly well. By making the first moves -- subtly to not risk a man's toxic masculinity hurting his ego, you get a guy right there, right under your fingertips.

It's worked for years, after trial and error, trial and error, your N.U.T strategy, originally developed in your sophomore of high school, has proved to be successful in all regards of getting a man.

Yes, the names silly, albeit best to remember you were a teen, but changing the acronym would mean changing the magic...the steps work! It's simple really, because it goes like the following:

N = NAME rule: repeat his name as much as possible (higher success rate with aegyo)

A week after the blonde had joined the team, Chaewon already decided to use him as an excuse. Inviting everyone to dinner on tuesday, because apparently it was to celebrate blonde's one week anniversary at the job. Apparently.

Beomgyu was the one who first started the dinner after work thing and everyday, you remember to sleep hating the man for leaving this legacy behind because even when the asshole left, it continued on, to your dismay. Chaewon was apparently his successor, because she had taken the role of pestering everybody about work dinners the moment he left.

Hanging out with your colleagues after work was such a bizarre thought. Not only was it a direct violation of your strict Separate Work Life from Personal Life policy, it was unnecessary. When she first invited you, you wondered if there were genuinely psychos who would go out of their way to hang out with people that remind them of work.

You didn't have to wonder for too long. Coincidentally (not) enough, the psychos were all around you. The entire office would frequently go out after work with the exception of you and Mr. Geuk, your manager. Who was never really invited in the first place.

"Hey! Fake blonde!" you shouted out to your colleague, who you found was in the elevator. Which really seemed to be the only place you could talk to him.

This time, different to before, he had acknowledged you and reached out to press a button. You expected it to close so you hurried your pace towards the elevator, but it didn't, it stayed open.

A bloom of proudness spread across your chest, was you mentally preparing to got through with N.U.T so incredibly powerful he already got effected? It truly seemed like it.

When you walked in, you looked over to him for a bit. Until you broke into a little smile. "Hey, thanks for—"

Your sentence was interrupted the minute your eyes fell onto Chaewon's figure, the back of her little bob right in your face.

She turned to you to give a little thanks — which you assume is about the elevator being left open. You just nodded, shamelessly taking the credit.

But when she turned around to face the closing elevator, you lightly scoff. If he didn't see Chaewon behind you, he would've let the elevator close like normal, meaning N.U.T wasn't powerful enough to transcend human capabilities, it was a shame.

It was also incredibly awkward. Your proudness deflated and the elevator still going as slow as ever.

"Y/N, do you really not want to go out with us today?" Chaewon suddenly spoke up.

You don't know why you took the time to pretend like you were thinking about it since her back was facing you, but you did anyway. "Sorry Won, just can't."

She turned herself to you again. "But why" she drawled, pouting.

"You know...you know how busy I get..." you lied, making sure to avoid eye contact.

But it didn't help you out too much. Chaewon figured you'd lie, as she just exhaled, knowing you wouldn't budge on your policy. Maybe the lie would've held up if you haven't been audibly complaining in the office about how you have nothing to do, practically every other week.

"It's a small get together, right?"

You looked at the person next to you, then you and Chaewon looked at each other, than back at the blonde, both of you clearly being startled that he spoke.

"Um, yeah. Yeah! It's just the people at work at some old diner and stuff."

"Well, I'll be there then." he said, to which Chaewon froze, then frantically nodded, smiling ear to ear, no sign of her previous sulky face, telling him the details of...whatever, you weren't listening really.

You only stood there, with your hand tightened on your bag as you let your thoughts go far too deep. You know Kim would've asked him out to the dinner, she invites anyone and everyone — with the exception of Mr. Geuk. You figured from that information alone that the blonde initially rejected the invite.

So the sudden change of heart baffled you, it left you confused. It wasn't like she added any new inciting information; she just asked whether or not you were coming.

Which you emphasized you weren't...and like a bulb lit up above your head, you've solved the mystery in a matter of seconds.

The elevator had reached the lobby floor, the elevator door open, exiting a hurried blonde.

You've figured who the blonde was by the one week of observation — he wasn't an easy man. But by this interaction alone, you'd concluded who he was -- a savage, an evil, annoying preppy little blonde.

So, you did what you promised to never do — turn into a psycho.

You ran to catch up a little to Chaewon, who was only a few steps ahead of you.

Before she could say anything, you interrupted with an inhale, then an exhale, giving up your life long policy. "I'm coming too." you said, dropping the bombshell.

"To...?"

"To the after work dinner, of course."

It was silent, for a bit as you both stared at each other.

"Oh, cool!"

You were most definitely hoping for a more enthusiastic response, but that was forgotten quickly.

Which is how you found yourself grumbling, as you had your arms folded holding a storming grudge, sitting right across of the blonde, dimpled, gigantic, ass. You made sure to push Sunghoon out the way to get the chair right in front of the little asshole, to which the silver haired rolled his eyes at.

There was a need bubbling inside your gut, a need to destroy the blonde…and also find out his issue with you. Other than you planning his doom, which, he doesn’t know about. He shouldn’t know about.

You had Chaeryeong, who was practically five seats away from you, squeezed in the tables corner, very confused, practically asking you hurd of questions with her eyebrows. You tried to make her understand but alas, you're no expert in transmitting information without using the art of the tongue, and it was getting awkward with everyone looking between the two of you, so you just shook your head at Chaeryeong in a way of saying 'not now'.

Which was simple enough for her to nod, and hesitantly tune back into the conversation with the rest — being Chaewon the bob cut, Sunghoon the idiot, Jaehyun the hot douche, Sakura the cool one, and Yunjin the intern. You figured the conversation wasn’t so hot to jump yourself into.

In the duration of the team dinner, you found it extremely hard to start up a conversation with the man across from you. He was right there, why did it feel like there was a literal gigantic wall between the two of you? You snapped yourself out of it by shaking your head, you were getting distracted and discouraged.

You had to follow up with N.U.T, no matter what.

"Hey!" you said chirply. You made sure in front of him, you slightly slammed your hand on the table, which, thank goodness, finally caught his attention. He smiled a little tightly, but it was a smile regardless.

Which you completely forgot to plan ahead of time, you were expecting him to ignore you again -- you even mentally prepared to make a scene and throw a drink at his face.

"Hi!" you said again, as a form of a greeting this time.

"Hey, Y/N." he replied.

And, as a direct result of your lack of planning, this was your first strike of crisis. Your head was blank, trying to search for names to match up with his face but the only thing popping up was, sickly, fake blonde.

Your faux confidence was deflating all the more, nervousness cracking a little more through the facade. "Hi, uh,"

His brow perked up, the polite smile he put up, dropped. Completely.

And so, your brain went into full red emergency blaring mode. "Hi So..hyun?"

His expression was far from impressed.

You had it in there somewhere, it was in there. "Soo...hyung?" you said again with the ends of your lips trembling.

"Um, my name is—"

"No!", you yelled out of impulse, which proved to be a mistake since it caught the attention of the entire table.

"What happened?", Chaewon asked, worried.

"Nothing, nothing. I was just—"

"She shit her pants." Jaehyun interrupted, which then shifted the entire table's focus on to him. He shrugged. "I don't know, she looks constipated."

"What? Nope, no, I'm not going to engage with this when we're in an out of work setting." you raise your hands in surrender then drop them, "Seriously, guys. It's nothing, continue talking about Die Hard...or something."

"Nobody... was talking about Die Hard." Chaeryeong said, which you figured was out of instinct. You glared at her, and thankfully she took the hint quickly as she made an 'O' shape. When she weirdly carried their not Die Hard conversation again, you and the blonde were made sure to be excluded.

You turn your full focus on the guy, seeing that a subtle pout was formed on his lips as he looked at the group, looking like he wanted to desperately join in. You sighed at the site; he was pitiful.

You composed yourself preparing to take one last shot. "It's Soomin right?"

"Soobin. It's Soobin." he said, cattier than earlier.

"Ah..." you nodded, your brows knitted together. "Are you sure? I clearly remember manager calling you Soomin!" you were digging yourself a bigger hole the more you talked, but no matter how many times you tried, you couldn't stop yourself from talking.

"You silly goose, you're trying to prank me! Just a warning though, I'm not the biggest prank fan." you said awkwardly following that up with a chuckle.

And to that he had his brows deeply furrowed, to which you respond with a dropped smile.

"Me and you, S-soomin," you said the name hesitantly, gulping felt like you were swallowing down shame. It was painful, incredibly painful. "Soomin, I just know we're going to be very good friends. Me and you," you point to him then back to your face. "A couple of best friends."

He didn't respond to that, rather just nodded, then refocused his attention on a totally irrelevant, not Die Hard conversation that was happening beside you both.

You had to take your shot or giving up your policy was going to turn out to be a complete waste. So, you cleared your throat, "Or perhaps lovers." you said under your breath.

He heard. Oh, did he hear. He snapped his head to you, again, with the same raised brow.

You gave him a quick smile, your eyes wandering down to the surface of the table as your lips kissed your teeth in embarrassment.

This was harder than you imagined.

But thus, you learned a new, valuable lesson. N.U.T wasn't fool proof, sometimes, a step might fall through, and when that happens, you need to remind yourself that human beings are diverse creatures—men are diverse creatures.

One step might not work, or can't work, but it didn't guarantee your complete failure. In fact, you had two more steps—frankly, better steps.

U = UNEXPECTED TOUCH rules: little touches, as unexpected as possible

Its been a few weeks after the Soomin incident, and you've learned to build up your relationship with the blonde in hopes of making the second step not be abrupt. So far, you've been ...failing. You don't even see him in the decade old elevator anymore! It was getting bad.

"So, what? Your nutting plan isn't working anymore?"

You snapped your focus from Soobin to the girl behind the desk you were leaning on, Chaeryeong.

"First of all, keep your voice down!" you hissed. "And second of all, it's called nut because I used to really like nuts in high school. It has nothing to do with nutting."

"For some reason, I'm having a hard time believing that." she said, then you rolled your eyes, shifting your attention back to the distressed blonde on a call.

"It's kind of funny though, if you think about it." you mumbled, reaching for the oatmeal cookie jar.

"Nutting? Not really."

"Oh my god Chae," you groan looking back at her again, "I'm talking about Soobin!"

Her lips make an O shape in realization, as she rests her forearm on the desk. "What's funny about him?" she whispered.

"How he's completely avoiding me." you mumbled as you noticed him getting up from his chair, heading to what you think would be the printing room.

"Okay, I have to go. Give me a high five for good luck." you quickly said raising your hand, Chaeryeong raising hers to slap yours, completely out of loop.

Then off you went, with a cookie you don't want in your hands, speed walking to catch Soobin in the printing room.

And thankfully, you weren't wrong. You noticed his back hunched over the printer.

"Want some help?" you asked, to which he turned around. You expected to see a horrified expression with the way hes been avoiding you, but he just had a small smile as he nodded.

Chaeryeong's high five...you have to thank her later.

"It's not printing for some reason. I have no idea why." he mumbled, stepping back to make way for you to take a look.

"Well..." putting your hands on your hips, you looked at the printer. The one thats been here since the building was founded. The thing is, no one knew how to make it work, it was spontaneous. It worked, then it didn't.

But you weren't going to tell Soobin that.

You put your free hand on his shoulder, looking directly into his eyes. "Soobin—hey look, I know your name now!" your changed tone was that of excitement but Soobin was left confused. So you cleared your throat, your voice deeper. "Soobin, I am so glad that you reached out to me. With courage like yours, I'd think you were an ex veteran. And I feel like, through this interaction, we can be the great friends that I promised you we would be. And maybe, something more—"

He pushed your hand away from his shoulder. "I was just asking for help with the printer?"

"I was just asking for help with the printer" you mimicked him in a mocking tone, you'd like to look back and believe this was your way of bantering. But he definitely didn't think so, with his face scrunched up at the impersonation. You shrugged. "Soobin, this is a bonding moment between two colleagues. Maybe friends, maybe two flirting buddies—"

"How are we anything more than colleagues?"

"Hey, what's going on here?" you looked at the door to see Sunghoon poking his head in, then you rolled your eyes.

"I just needed help with the printer." Soobin said pointing with his thumb to the back.

“Oh, that thing?", you glared at the boy in hopes of sending him a signal to shut up, but alas, it was no use. He just gave you a weird look back before continuing. "If it doesn't work, it's not going to work. You're better off with the printer in the manager's office."

"Ah, I didn't know that. Thanks."

You cursed under your breath as you saw Sunghoon walk away through the glass wall.

"I was about to tell you that. But you interrupted me." you said holding up a forced smile.

“You know I have, like, a hundred clients on hold? You completely wasted my time on purpose!"

"Okay, let's calm down. Hear me out." he raised his brow, waiting for you to continue. "Having a good relationship with your colleague is proven to be important—"

He rolled his eyes, as he dropped his hands to his sides, preparing to walk away.

"Soobin, look—"

"I would like it if you called me Mr. Choi from now on." he said coldly, turning away to leave the printing room.

And that was that. This man officially hated you.

"Don't you think it was too easy for him to hate me? I only stalled for what, three seconds? And suddenly I'm wasting his precious time?" you sulked, staring down at your cup of coffee.

"What's stopping you from hitting him with nut's final blow?" Chaeryeong asked, then tilted her head. "Nevermind, probably a restraining order."

Like a light bulb switched on once again, you turned to face Chaeryeong. "No, but you're right. The last step is the most impactful." Chaeryeong shook her head to stop you from continuing, which was a failed attempt.

"Hear me out, okay. It could reverse his dislike for me, like I'm not even trying to make him fall in love with me anymore, I'm just trying to not make it awkward working next to him. Frankly, I'm really thinking for the team here, It'll be good for the work environment."

"Right." she drawled, narrowing her eyes at you as she took a sip of her coffee.

"If you don't believe me, watch." you said, getting up from your chair, keeping your head up high, as you walked out of the break room.

You found Soobin still sitting at his desk, using the computer. Everybody else was either in the break room, or outside eating lunch, but he was just there.

Looking at...hedgehogs?

When you squinted your eyes to see the search more clearly, you found it was 'hedgehog pet food'. It was odd, but you smirked to yourself as you slowly approached him.

You had material for your last step.

T = TAKE INTEREST rules: in his interests

"Hey." you breathed out. Soobin jumped a little, immediately closing the hedgehog tab. Then, he spinned his chair around to you, collecting himself.

"I'm so sorry for earlier today, you know, wasting your time and stuff."

His eyes widened a bit in shock, then he cleared his throat, holding up a smile. "Oh. Well, thanks for apologizing."

You nodded. "Yeah, you know, I just get so weird at work when I don't get enough sleep. My hedgehogs keep me up at night, it's a nightmare."

"Wait, you have hedgehogs?" his brow perked up.

Again, you nodded, that time with a smile of achievement. "Mhm, yeah. People say from time to time, 'oh it must be so easy', and I'm just like, go get yourself a hedgehog first." you were getting in character as you talked, arms folded.

“No, exactly. People think it's so easy!"

"Oh my god, wait. You have a hedgehog too?" you asked, fauxing disbelief, slack-jawed.

"Yeah, I do. Only one though. I heard its hard with multiple." he said.

"It is." you mouthed which earns you Soobin's light chuckle, his eyes morphing into crescents.

"Hey," your brows perk up at him speaking up. "I'm sorry for you know, getting mad at you. You were just trying to be friendly—"

"So, here's what I'm getting. Everyone with the exception of me, is betting on Soobin not falling in love with Y/N by the end of the month?" you heard Yunjin say, very loud and very clear.

Your eyes widened as you looked at Soobin, who was very confused, back to Yunjin, who was walking backwards, facing Chaewon, Jaehyun, Sunghoon, and Sakura. They were just coming in from outside, holding the lunch they promised to get.

When Yunjin turned around, she stopped at her tracks, looking at Soobin who had now stood up from his chair, then you, who was already standing.

You inhaled then exhaled, your arms crossed as you bit down on your bottom lip.

"Shit." you said under your breath.

"So...so what I'm hearing is that you made up this stupid plan—"

"It's called nut." you muttered.

"You know that's not helping you out, right?" he scoffed, turning around to the side to quickly run through his hair.

Soobin had publicly embarrassed you by giving you a 'we need to talk', and making you follow him like a child to the printing room. Which, isn't known to be a friend to privacy.

He was practically scolding you right in the open, the glass walls showing the scene to employees outside.

"Look, I don't know how they found out. I only told this to Chaeryeong."

"The receptionist? Are you insane? Of course it'll get out if you tell the receptionist at work!" he hissed, then he exhaled, his shoulders dropping a bit.

"Was this, like, your way of hazing me? Be honest."

Would this get you out of trouble? You weren't going to admit that you did this to plan his doom.

Or make him think you did it because you liked him.

You finally nodded. "Yeah. Its like a tradition. We even did it to Yunjin when she first came."

"You bet on her falling in love with you? By the end of the month?"

"Yeah. People do this type of hazing a lot in sales." you lied. "I'm surprised you haven't heard of it."

"Well, that's weird. Because it's quite literally against the rules." when he saw your eyes widen, and your composure breaking, he continued, "Hazing is qualified as harassment to HR."

And then, boom. The final blow.

"Ah. I see!" you squeaked, your anxiousness reaching an all time high. "Well, good thing this was just friendly, you know, games." you said as you quickly headed to leave the room.

"I'm going to report you to HR." he said, as you reached out for the door knob. You spinned around, with hands on your hips, and a trembling smile. You took a deep breath in.

"You know what's so great about this country? Freedom! And rights! You have the right to report me to HR, and—and seriously, I commend you for it. So, you know, good luck." you said, then turned around to the door, a curse slipping out your mouth.

Then, you turned around to face Soobin again. "I would, though, like, appreciate it if you didn't. But, you know, your choice." you corrected your earlier statement, chuckling awkwardly.

Soobin only gave you a tight lipped smile, one that highlighted his dimples. Which just confirmed your doom.

You finally walked out, stomping to the break room. You needed to know how everyone found about this.

Everyone's gaze fell upon you when you walked in, the mood being tense.

"He's reporting me to HR." you finally said, breaking the silence.

"What? Wow, you bothered him that bad?" Sunghoon said.

"Oh my god, is she going to get fired?" Yunjin added. "Before me?"

You rolled your eyes, pulling out a chair to sit down, your energy was at a complete low. Your attention snapping to Jaehyun, who was chewing his fried chicken loudly.

"Can you close your mouth when you eat asshat?!" you snapped.

"Jesus—alright, alright." he said putting his wing down.

"Y/N, I don't want to say I told you so, but I really want to." Chaeryeong whined, flailing your arm around. You glared at her, but nod to give her permission. You definitely deserved it.

"I told you so." she whispered, which earned her Chaewon's shaking head in disapproval. "What? It felt good, if anyone's wondering."

“I think I can go convince him not to report you." Sakura spoke up.

You shot your head up to Sakura. "Wait, seriously? Oh my god, you're a genius—a mentee has to practically obey their mentor. Thank you so much Kkura, you're seriously the best."

She lightly laughed. "I mean, I'll try. I don't know if it'll actually work."

You blowed her kiss, mouthing a thank you, pouting at how cool she is.

"So, when exactly are you guys going to makeout?"

And, the moment was ruined.

You flipped off Jaehyun, to which he responded with sticking out his tongue immaturely. But then that reminded you of the reason you came here in the first place and your face soured.

"Wait, how did you guys know about the bet? I mean, it wasn't technically a bet—how did you guys know?"

Chaewon spoke up this time. "You told us. At the diner a few weeks ago. You don't remember?"

You shook your head, brows knitted as you slowly tried to recollect the memory.

"God, you must've been really wasted."

In conclusion, you caused your own downfall.

For the rest of the week, you tiptoed around your manager. Especially after Sakura informed you that Soobin wasn't budging. You don't know what you thought it would do, Mr. Geuk was known to be spineless, he wouldn't fight for you to stay if HR determined that you had to leave. But you weren't in the position to risk anything, so you really tried to suck it up.

Mr. Geuk was easy, but exhausting to please. Another week went by, and every minute felt like you would be called up to his office and told about your termination. So, you went back to the break room, to prepare a plate of tea and a sandwich—you truly were a slave at this point on.

When you walked to approach his office, the tray in your hands, you heard yelling. Then immediately, the door burst open with Soobin coming out. He gave you a quick glare, but then went on to ignore you. When you saw him go, you hesitantly walked in the office.

"Mr. Geuk? I prepared you some food, I know the job gets hard." you said smiling, putting the tray on the small coffee table.

"Ah, thank you. You didn't have to, but thank you." he said smiling to you.

You walked over to his desk slowly. "What happened with Soobin?"

He sighed. "I really thought I'd get another you, but I think now I've just come to appreciate your skills a lot more." you raised a brow, waiting for him to continue. "He's a horrible salesman!" he yelled throwing his hand up.

"Way worse than Chaewon. He's driving all our clients away!"

"Ah..." you said quietly. "Are you thinking of... firing him?" you asked with a glint of hope. It was low of you, but if he was gone, that meant you weren't going to get fired. Of course that would make you attempt to bite away a smile.

"What? No! I mean, I wish! But we don't have the resources to go through another hiring process." he said, groaning as he spinned around in his chair. "Fuck, did you see that little brat? Stomping out when I gave him just a little more hours as punishment!"

You sighed. If the manager wasn't going to fire him, that meant Soobin was going to stay. You had to do something.

"Boss, don't scold him too much." you reluctantly mumbled.

"Huh?" he sneered. He stopped spinning, facing you now.

"I mean, he's practically a rookie. I wasn't the best when I first started working here, you know? He just needs a little guiding, I promise. Just... lay off the hours." you bit your bottom lip, "Pretty please?" you clasped your hands together, pouting.

He exhaled, shoo'ing you away. "Alright, alright, I'm trusting you. Go back to work."

You nodded, a smile forming at the ends of your lips as you exit the office.

You looked to find Soobin, but he wasn't at his desk. So, you tried the next best thing.

The printing room.

"What are you doing?"

Soobin was, once again, hunched over the printer. This time, poking the inside of it with a pen. When he turned his head to see you, he rolled his eyes, ignoring your question.

"That's a lot of attitude for someone who's bad at their job." you blurted.

"The manager told you." he concluded, sighing. You nodded, your arms folded, smugness overtaking your pose.

"I'm trying to fix the printer." he said, turning back to it.

"With a pen?" you asked in disbelief. "Hey, if you're doing this to impress Mr. Geuk, don't, it won't work."

"What? Seriously? So, what will? I can't get stuck with unpaid overtime this week." you didn't respond, choosing to stay silent, to which he responded to with a groan. "Look, I'll—I'll drop the HR complaint. Just tell me how to get the manager off my back, you're clearly on his good side."

You bright up, walking over to him now. "We should make a deal first."

He cocked his head to the side when you snatched the pen from his hand and took a sheet of paper from the printer. "A peace treaty, let's make a peace treaty." you corrected yourself, writing the title Soobin & Y/N peace treaty.

"Also, permission to call you Soobin?" you asked tilting your head, still holding the smug smile.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." he mumbled.

All there is to say, was that once again, you managed to dig yourself out of your own hole — successfully.

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

🅱️lease. tell us what's going on w Jensen and Ethan. tell us ur Ethan headcanons

tysm for asking im having so much fun (im doing bullet points similar to the doc im working through it on lol. this is def the condensed version) (also if anyone has any problems with me making ethan worse then dont read this and, if you do anyway, dont comment and complain about it. its annoying.)

book 1

so, in my hc, ethan is sapiosexual. he had a "professional appreciation" for intelligent men before, but jensen is his first realization that it could be something more than just that

in miami he attempts to hint at it, even though he knows he shouldn't. he just wanted to gauge whether or not jensen seemed interested at all and if he would return it

shockingly, jensen doesnt. ethan realizes this but keeps pushing, just in case he didn’t catch on (he has seen jensen completely miss advances from others at work so it’s not entirely unbelievable)

after the drama with landry sending him the article about jensen being arrested when he was younger, he saw how quickly jensen called him out for the bs aspect of it and how quickly he got mad at him for it (which jensen would do with anyone, including friends, but ethan took it personally)

he took a step back to reevaluate it all, which eventually led him to to the "reset" period. after realizing that jensen clearly didnt think of him as anything more, he figures getting away will help him put him out of his mind

book 2

he gets back and that first night at donahues he was relatively pleasant towards jensen, but after seeing that jensen still didn't care and didn't miss him, he started to get pretty upset about it

he thought he would be fine because he was fine when he wasnt seeing him, but coming back reverted his feelings to the same place before he left

at work the next day, he went right back to intern-year behavior. he was super short with jensen and acted incredibly annoyed whenever he had to talk to jensen

of course, jensen called him out on it (in front of the DT because oh is jensen horrible with timing). he asks if working together is going to be a problem and if it was something to do with the landry thing

ethan gets defensive about it and says some bs about "not getting special treatment" because he made it onto the diagnostics team despite that he was being noticeably worse to jensen than any of the other former interns

jensen still tries to be professionally pleasant until they get bloom as a patient and ethan throws his little temper tantrum. he calls him out for that but also brings in all the other shitty behavior ethan has been pulling

jensen calls him a spoiled unprofessional brat who lets his personal relationships and opinions interfere with his work, and is only a decent person when it conveniences him. jensen pretty much tells him that if this is how he gets to act then he should leave before he turns the DT into more of a joke than he’s already making it

again, ethan takes this as jensen attacking him personally rather than his actions, which it leans into this time, but is not entirely the case. essentially, ethan is taking it as jensen purposefully attempting to hurt him because he’s not interested in anything more than a work relationship

instead of relenting, he then personally attacks jensen back, calling out his character and how he ranks lower than ethan so he has no place to be whining. tt gets toxic fast and jensen does nothing to defend himself and it just looks Bad for ethan. jensen, baz, and june leave ethan to cool off while they go inside and take the case. ethan eventually joins them, still angry, but they get through the rest of it without anymore outbursts from either of them

tensions are high for a few days, jensen ignoring it and burying himself in the work while ethan just entirely avoids jensen altogether

It takes a while, but ethan eventually takes into account his own actions and realizes just how bad he’s been. he apologizes to jensen, blaming it on “personal matters” and jensen accepts his apology

but, the damage had already been done. the distance between them is farther than ever and ethan told himself that he accepted that they would never work together anyway

then, when jensen comes to talk to him after work a week or so later, ethan is right back on the hope train (no matter how much he didn’t want to be)

jensen asks him why these “personal matters” only changed ethan’s demeanor towards him—why he wasn’t doing the same to baz or june—and ethan not-so-subtly implies that jensen is somehow more special than they are

jensen tells him that’s a shit reason and basically makes him spell it out. when he finally musters up the courage and says something along the lines of having feelings for him, jensen doesn’t know what to say. he’s mad—mad that the fun and curiosity of his second year, of having the opportunity to be on the DT, was squashed by ethan’s toxic ass behavior. he’s also sad for similar reasoning. he has no idea how to react, just stays quiet as ethan explains before leaving

he avoids the hell out of him for a number of days, and the hopeful ethan wishes that it’s him considering, but the realistic ethan knows it’s because he doesn’t want to talk about it

and this is all i have so far :') ill be working on it more later but alas i have a class

[disastersteps]

sits.

i usually never shut up about au stuff so been thinking about this au in particular- happy sidestep days au.

(its a old au of mine back in 2020s? cant remember) that i brought back and just revisit mostly based off what i learnt of.

the basic original summary of this au is 'what if sidestep never fell, what if themmy never died that way, and what if heartbreak incident never happened, and what if sidestep's not a regene'

but i had been considering having some of the stuff from the games into it, so its gonna be depend on how i can. integrate it with canon facts into a AU setting. i might change stuff by the time the series is ever over. wheezes.

anyway this au aka 2023 version is well,

Anita had never fell from the window, and Themmy never died from how they did- and as the result, Anita continued to be Sidestep and Themmy is alive and continues to be Anathema.

The current time is the same exact time as canon, so seven years later, Anita went ahead and changed their suit once they're more confident in their own persona and their own hero.

Unlike canon neets, Neets finally confess to Jules earlier and not a coward and as a result, these two are disgustingly cute together for the next seven years, featuring Themmy having to be the third wheel and audience who voiced 'this is fucking suck but good for you two through.'

During these years, Themmy and Neets gotten closer enough to consider each other queerplatonic partners

Other than that, it's just your everyday hero life, really, that's it.

Oh! In this AU, Anita still mentor Herald when he joined, and before him- Argent joined and she got to be mentored by Themmy!!!

Which is why Chen is currently under Jules' wing in passing down the rank of the Marshal. (Anita turned it down, and says 'Chen is the best in our team when it comes to leadership.' and Chen had to take a moment to realize Anita wasn't being a ass and actually geninue believing in him. This may or may not had bloom their friendship earlier.)

Also because Anita and Julia are dating together in this AU, they're still dealing with tabolds are like, gasp, Is Charge dating someone in public? and Wait, but Sidestep and Charge were very close are they? Is she cheating on Sidestep for someone!?

^ Themmy showing all of these to Neets and going 'oh my fucking god.' while Themmy is wheezing so loud.

Yes, these two managed to keep their relationship private from public eye. Doesn't stop the Rangers, old and new, to witness them being soft bitches in the breakroom.

Yes, that meant Herald had no idea until he joined and then his world shookth when he learnt his teacher is dating their partner in crime. Argent, on the other hand, goes 'lmao i figured it out, they kept heart eyeing each other in the news so-'

Yes. It meant there's pictures. of them on the fridge and on top of that fridge is a jar full of coins with a label that says 'Walk in and you Find yourself witnessing Julita Being Gayasses' (wrote by themmy, 'you two keep being cute and kissy!' in jest)

Half of the coins are from Chen.

Actually, not just Chen but also Themmy, the curse of being their bestie.

Almost everyone except Argent had throw coins in.

No, Argent is too smart and she just knew and never failed to walk in.

Themmy insisted she reveal her secrets. she just laughs and goes 'nope <3'

and now with retri spoilers related

I still hadn't decide on Anita's background- it's either keeping Regene background, or the other ideas (yes im looking at you HG) but like I said, this part will be changed depend on how it went in canon.

If they were regene, it would be after they confessed to Julia and revealed themself to her, and it was a moment of waiting for her to walk out or not. She never did. "You're always Anita to me."

And if they're actually a lost sibling of HG, then Anita would've finally admit "It's that's why you had been so protective of me????? what the fuck jules!!! im happy being here! being with you! and everyone!!!"

so uhhhhh

other than all that, i just like drawing themmy and sidestep interactions which is why i use this AU just to draw/write about them, and perhaps chargestep being softies while being asses sO-

[lenatentia]

Dating Sim Development Adventures 1:

So, now that i’m actually serious about this blooming panic/mystic messenger inspired dating sim— I thought i’d start to do little updates on the development so far.

Obviously, this is still SUPER early in development— but i’m at a point where I think I can start sharing some of the plot, characters, and other stuff regarding the game in general.

First off— You play as a third year University student, who just transferred into your dream School, Horwell University.

Your dream of Ivy covered walls and smoky french cafes has finally come true. (hehe heathers)

How does this lead to you joining a weird off-brand discord server?

Well, you were hacked.

By some petty stranger at that.

This person gives you absolutely no reason as to why, and doesn’t even bother introducing themselves.

However, this leads you to meet others, in your same situation. And a certain 5 stand out among the rest.

So far, all of the romanceable character’s designs, personalities, and basic plots have all been finished. It totals to four masculine characters and two feminine characters. Im also considering adding another female character as free DLC later on- but thats way far in the future.

Since I lack experience in the developing process, Ill probably be making a discord server later on for people that would like to volunteer- but that depends on how big of a response I get with the game. But for now, it’s purely a one person team, with some help from some of my own friends making their own game as well.

The Game’s Name is going to be Bye Bye!

Anyways— I have no idea how to advertise, But ill do my best to keep you guys updated!

Feel free to ask me questions!!

[finiteframe3]

i cant wait until artifight crashes the first few days again lmao

[staticmonstera]

all of my attacks for this year on artfight !!

cant wait till next year this shit was fun.

[catherinerabbit]

im!! so excited for art fight!!! i cannot decide what team i want to join i love them both very much!!!

[daftpatience]

ARTFIGHT! thisll be my fifth year! im joining team bloom 🪴

im gonna be really busy again this year but im gonna try and fit some time in for my favourite event ;w; desperately trying to get my friends to join so i can draw for and with them

hehe hehehe

[behindyourbarrette]

night shift

summary: You and Spencer retell your fated meeting; while it's not picture-perfect, it's still yours. Neighbor AU, slight enemies to lovers, mutual pining all that good stuff

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

category: fluff and slight angst?

warnings: descriptions of a cut/injury

a/n: yayyy i literally wrote most of this in a single evening? the idea hit me like a sack of bricks and i just ran with it. @candlesandsoftrain did a great job beta reading—can't emphasize enough how much y'all should hop over to her page and check her out! as always, if you enjoyed reblog and join my taglist! all of the above help me out tremendously and help other people enjoy my fics, too. (sorry if u hate the italicization im new at this lol but enjoy anyways!)

masterlist | taglist link

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It’s a summer night; the air is a little thick and you’re just hopeful enough to wonder if it might rain. Rossi invited the whole team (which is a very large group, these days, considering everyone’s ‘plus 1’ has bloomed into ‘plus a whole family’) over for penne alla vodka, and after a long time spent laughing over tomato-stained plates the kids break off into their own group, chasing each other down the moonlit stretches of grass. JJ’s quick to fall quiet in favor of keeping a careful eye on them, her gaze trailing across each one of them as they knock each other down, but invariably get back up. After a beat, you feel Spencer rise from his seat next to you. He reassures JJ with a look and crosses the backyard in a few long strides; before you get the chance to look back at him he’s seamlessly entered their game, running and inciting gleeful squeals of pleasure from Henry and Michael. You prop your head on your fist as you watch, a small smile playing on your lips as you observe Jack, ever his father’s son, lead a game of tag.

“Cute, aren’t they.”

You shoot JJ a soft smile as she catches your eye, something mischievous playing across her face as she takes a sip of her chardonnay. You shrug, and laugh as you watch Spencer tumble down the yard.

“Yeah. I got floated to OB the other day, and it was seriously tempting.” You scrunch your nose at the memory of tiny feet and hats with bows. JJ nods sagely, and you exhale. “I like holding babies, but it’s nice to hand them back after like, twenty minutes.”

This earns you a laugh from Emily, who agrees with a vehement nod. Your chest warms as the team regards you with a collective chuckle and anecdote about their kids, newborns, baby fever. Your eyes draw back to Spencer, and from his position on the grass he waves you over.

“That’s my cue. Come on over if you like, the grass is cold.” You laugh lightly, and pull yourself up from your chair. Up close, you can tell that Spencer has the kids’ full attention; they’re laid with their heads propped on their hands, eyes looking at him like he has the world in his hands. You sink into the grass, folding your legs to feel the dew and dirt seep into your skin. You feel incredibly old and young all at once; Rossi’s backyard has that effect on you.

Spencer presses a chaste kiss to your cheek in greeting, pulling you a little closer to him, and it’s this that reminds the kids that you’re together. Henry looks delighted to have pieced this together, and poses a question with all of the breath in his lungs. He mispronounces your name a little, but you smile as he continues on.

“How did you meet Uncle Spencer?”

You laugh in disbelief, reaching up to nervously tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. Spencer turns a single shade of pink darker than usual, and straightens his collar. Henry, who you’ve always considered wise beyond his years, reads this as discomfort, and jumps to explain himself.

“Well, it’s only because Mommy met Daddy on a case, and I was wondering, and she said that you—“ He points with a very small index finger in your direction, “work at a hospital, so you couldn’t have met him on a case, and I was wondering.” Spencer nods with each sentence fragment, a smile building with each pause. You exchange a dubious look—are you really going to get into this? The moment is interrupted when Derek, who’s holding a very giggly baby Hank—sinks into the grass across from you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard that story.” He says, a sly grin on his face. You pale a little; he’s not wrong, you’ve only ever told people that you and Spencer met because you lived in the same building, and the tale ends there, but Spencer seems elated. His face is a little shrouded in shadow as he leans back, propping himself up on grass-stained hands.

“Do you want to tell them, or should I?”

You shrug, a blush blooming across your cheeks.

“It’s a long story.”

He sees you first in the elevator. It is a Thursday—of course he remembers this—and it’s nearly midnight, but you’re headed to his floor. The elevator smells faintly of gardenias and laundry detergent. You’re balancing the basket on your hip, wearing ratty jeans and oddly, leather clogs.

“I think I knew I loved her then.” Spencer says, eyes alight, and the kids gasp.

“Already?” Jack asks, suspicious. You laugh and shake your head, much to Spencer’s chagrin.

“He’s lying. We’re not there yet.”

He considers the clogs longer than he should. Based on the assortment of clothing in your basket and the band t-shirt you’ve got on, it’s clearly laundry day, and your fashion choices aren’t indicative of much. You have headphones in, and he can hear faint ingredients to something like rock leech into the air as you bob your head to the beat. The elevator dings, and before he can make a move, you step off and disappear into the apartment at the end of the hall, clogs and all. They look a little too big for you, scuffed with wear and tear. He isn’t quick to judge—maybe you’re Dutch. Maybe you just like clogs. It is uniquely fun, to admire someone from afar, to cast them in all the different lights in which you’d still find them hauntingly beautiful. He’s left, dumbstruck with possibility and the idea that maybe, just maybe, things will be different this time.

“I called Penelope first.”

Henry nods at what Spencer says, and looks down through his mop of blonde hair to confirm that yes, Michael should be nodding, too. By now Garcia’s joined Derek and Savannah on the grass, her floral print dress blending perfectly in with the landscape. She nods, smiling with her whole face.

“So Auntie Penelope helped?”

“She did. I was instrumental to the whole thing.” Penelope smirks. She is the only one who knows even part of this story, and seems pleased with this fact. She sticks her tongue out at Michael, who mirrors the gesture. You reach for Spencer’s hand, heart picking up as the story continues.

You’re definitely new to the building. While Spencer isn’t around all the time, he knows the basics, and he’d definitely remember someone like you. Let alone someone like you, just a few doors away. After arguing with Penelope over the best way to introduce himself, he decides that a plate of homemade cookies and a welcome speech are foolproof. The recipe Garcia sends him is easy enough—who doesn’t love chocolate chip?—his rookie mistake of using butter instead of shortening causes the cookies to spread thin, just a little. All things considered, they turn out pretty nicely. He works up the courage on a Wednesday morning, and decides that you’re most likely to be home just before the average American work day starts. The sun is rising a little more pink than usual as he rings your doorbell.

You’re…wearing cupcake pajamas.

He’s stunned by this and about a million other aspects of what he finds when your door swings open. You’re wearing faint purple pajamas with cupcakes on them, a little bleary eyed as you rub at the space between your cheek and your nose. You don’t look happy to see him.

“I need to know where you get your PJ sets, darlin’. They’re adorable.”

“Can I help you?”

Spencer is trying to process a thousand things at once, but the only coherent thought he can form is ‘holy fuck you’re pretty in the mornings’. Your face sours into annoyance as he balks, and after a beat he silently offers you the cookies.

“I’m Spencer. I live down the hall.”

You’re trying to place him; he recognizes the look in your eye as you scan his face. He catches a glimpse of your apartment, through the crack in the doorway, and he finds total darkness. Weird. While he assumed there was no way you’d turn out to be anyone particularly strange, maybe he was wrong. You eye him and the cookies suspiciously, yawning. It’s a work day. How could he possibly have woken you up.

“You’re the guy from the elevator.”

His heart soars, and he is reminded, for the first time, how nice it is to be remembered. You seem perturbed by his excitement, watching as he launches into an explanation.

“Yes! That day—the ground floor—headphones—you were doing laundry, I think.”

You narrow your eyes, and his heart sinks. You mutter something that sounds like ‘creep’ and move to close your door, but he catches it with his free hand.

“Did I wake you?”

You chuckle, rubbing at your eyes. He opts to totally ignore the way the hem of your shirt lifts when you stretch, yawning again. He’s definitely going to catch one of your yawns, soon, and he isn’t sure if he’ll survive the embarrassment of doing so. Penelope’s advice rings in his ears. Ask for her number, give the cookies, rejoice.

“It’s really not hard.” Penelope muses, and Spencer shoots her a glare. Emily laughs loudly from behind her, and Jack shushes her in favor of letting Spencer finish.

“What? She’s right.” Emily whispers, tugging her jacket’s hood over her head.

“Hardly. I was trying to sleep.”

It’s becoming increasingly clear that you’ve put this conversation on a timer. Your grip on the side of your door is tightening, and he’s running out of time. With each passing moment, he considers just asking, but the sight of you is uniquely disarming and renders him tactless. He readjusts his hold on the cookies, saran wrap crinkling, and decides to switch tactics.

“It’s nearly eight in the morning.”

Emily makes a buzzer noise, and you dissolve into laughter. Spencer looks around, clearly jolted out of his retelling, and you rest a comforting hand on his arm.

“That was his first strike. Let the lady sleep.” Derek raises his hands in surrender, shrugging. Hank babbles in his arms, and winds a tiny finger around his father’s thumb. You don’t miss the way Spencer’s eyes follow the motion before he resumes.

You shift your weight, squaring your stance, and he think he might be in for it. He’s right.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to work three in a row? Three night shifts? In the emergency department?” Your voice isn’t laced with any emotion in particular, but your eyes. Your eyes, man. They’re beautiful, but uniquely able to deliver the message that you’re angry.

Spencer balks, and can’t bring himself to shake his head. You press on, the scratchy quality of your voice gone in favor of resolve.

“Do you have any idea what it’s like to hold a man’s actual heart in your hand? On a random Tuesday evening? Do you?”

He gets the sense that you are overtired, and clearly overworked, but he cannot decipher why, exactly, he is the person you’ve decided to unleash this vengeance on. His grip on the decorative plate tightens in defense as you glare at him, daring him to respond.

“Kind of. Only in a lab, though.” His voice is small, tinny.

“What are you, a professor?”

“A doctor, actually—“

You laugh, but the sound is humorless.

“Sounds about right. Do you know how many doctors have condescended me in the past 72 hours? More than I can count. Now if you’ll excuse me—“

“Wait! These, uh. They’re.” He clears his throat, cheeks burning. He extends the plate to you one last time, smiling crookedly. Finally, mission accomplished. “They’re for you.”

“Keep the cookies, dude. See you around.”

“That’s cold.”

Derek winces, miming a slap across the face, and your cheeks burn. Spencer shakes his head wistfully, hair falling into his face as he considers it.

“I kind of deserved it.”

Michael twists around from his seat on his mother’s lap. Pretty much the entire dinner party is here, now, listening. You’re looking forward to your turn, but Spencer’s doing a pretty good job of painting the picture in the meantime. Michael raises his hand, like he’s in school, and you call on him with a smile.

“So you didn’t love him when you met him?”

The adults laugh, but you shake your head as affectionately as you can. Exchanging a glance with Spencer, you shrug.

“Not yet.”

“When did you love him?”

Great question, kid. You turn to Jack, and after confirming that it’s your turn to narrate, begin with a flourish.

You regretted it immediately.

Well, almost immediately. After you woke up that afternoon, the events of what you originally deduced to be a very strange dream turned out to be cold hard reality. You mourned the possible friendship carefully, with the help of store-bought chocolate cookies and a few texts to old flames. Nothing you couldn’t fix.

He was the guy from the elevator.

You had been curious about that guy since that evening, laundry day. He had looked at you a little funny, and after you got back to your apartment you realized that your headphones had been blasting. You blushed to nobody and went about your day, but you remembered him. The guy from the elevator, who you’d seen enter the apartment three doors down at crazy times of night, looking exhausted. The guy from the elevator, who was never around. The guy from the elevator, who was easily one of the best looking people you had ever seen. A sharp jaw, high cheekbones. Inquisitive eyes. Slicked back hair, tall.

“So you did love him?”

You think you catch a glimpse of Hotch’s smile, rare as a blue moon, but you can’t be sure. You shake your head at Henry, one hand buried in the grass as you smile.

“Not yet.”

You mourn what could have been. It’s easy to picture Spencer; that’s his name, right? alongside the typical happenings of your life. If you had been less sleep deprived, if he was less aloof, maybe things would have turned out differently. You look for him in the laundromat, the grocery store. Anywhere that you can easily amend your wrongs. He hadn’t just wanted to introduce himself to be polite, right? Was he flirting with you? Or trying to, anyways?

You decide that the best course of action is a total do-over. It can’t be that hard to find him, can it? He lives down the hall. You leave a gift basket at his doorstep, but it remains untouched for nearly a week, and by the time it disappears you’re sure that the expensive brie inside has gone moldy. Does he even still live here? You never see him around—it’s like by telling him that you would, you’ve cursed yourself to never seeing him again. It’s shitty luck, and even shittier to be unable to apologize.

“Language!”

“What, I can’t say shit?”

After a while, though, you see him. You’ve just gone out for a run; you’re sweaty and exhausted and probably not any more capable of kind conversation than the first time, but you enter the lobby and the cool air is at least a little comforting. At least you’re almost home; you hit the button for the elevator and decide to recover while you wait. Hands on your knees, you’re too busy taking deep inhales to realize that he’s in the elevator, and he’s looking at you.

“Wait!”

You’re too slow, though—he hits a button and the doors close, and before you can even react any glimpse of him is gone in favor of your own reflection, mottled and washed out in the door’s metallic sheen. Out of breath, and more than a little defeated, you go back to hoping that the next time you see him, he’ll have a change of heart.

While it’s easy to look for him anywhere, you don’t expect to find him among a list of admitted patients, a few weeks later. It’s a relatively quiet night in the ER (while you don’t dare utter the word) and you’re sure that there are dozens of Spencers residing in Quantico. Statistically, it’s not him.

“It was him, right?”

Jack is the first to draw this conclusion, and Spencer high-fives him triumphantly. The evening breeze cools the lawn off nicely; from the glow of the kitchen, you can tell Rossi’s working on dessert. You clear your throat, and wink exaggeratedly.

You confirm your suspicions by poking your head past the privacy curtain. A total misstep, on your part, but to your simultaneous delight and dismay he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a bandage up to his brow bone.

“It’s you.” He says plainly, no emotion behind it. You clutch the chart in your hands against the front of your scrubs, contemplating how fast you can run away in your Danskos. His eyes drift to your feet and he sighs, defeated.

“I should have known you’re a nurse. The clogs.” He groans, and after his disappointment plays off his face he winces in pain. This plucks at your heartstrings. He’s in pain, and you step forward to peek at the cut on his brow.

“You’re not my patient, but you’re also not a snitch.” You mutter, grimacing at the sight of the wound. It’s pretty substantial; according to the whiteboard on the wall he’ll need stitches. How the hell did he get that? Despite the somewhat disastrous way he entered your life, he doesn’t strike you as the type to start nor end a fight. You pretend not to notice the outdated looking revolver on his hip, hovering over his face as you determine that no, the cut isn’t infected.

“A snitch?” He asks, incredulous. You find it within yourself to laugh, and you press the bandage back onto his skin as gently as you can. He relaxes under your touch, sat cross-legged on the bed, his sweater vest speckled with dots of blood.

“It won’t kill you, but I can tell it hurts.” You say, offering your professional assessment. He shrugs, too smiley, and opens his mouth. You get the feeling that he’s about to tell a joke before he can even start; he looks excited to say it.

“You should see the other guy.”

“He didn’t.” JJ places her hand over her mouth, eyes wide. You nod your head, watching Reid grow redder every second.

“Reid, come on.” Derek shakes his head in disbelief, laughing lightly.

“I couldn’t think of what to say! I was in pain!” He cries, voice going up in pitch like it does when he feels ganged up on, and you smile, at this recognition. He squeezes your hand, taking the joke, and the team looks at you as if to urge you on.

“I’m really sorry, about that day. I was exhausted, and you weren't even that mean I just blew up at you—“

“Don’t apologize. They were just cookies. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He looks terribly sad; to be fair, this hospital is not a fun place to converse. It’s cold, and smells vaguely of disinfectant. You’re entirely sure that you look terrible; you’re on the second of three night shifts, and you didn’t walk in to work expecting to see anyone who cares what your hair looks like. You learn later that Spencer doesn’t care, either. He is simply happy to have you at all.

“It was just a horrible circumstance. I’ve wanted a do-over since.” You clasp your hands together, ignoring the thump of your heart against your ribcage as you continue. He seems to perk up a little, though, shifting his arms as he watches you stammer.

“So, uh. If you ever need help with the stitches,” you make a vague gesture towards your eyebrow, laughing. “You can call me. For a follow up.”

His eyes light up, and it occurs to you that you’d watch them do so a million times over.

“A follow up?”

“I don’t think you’re a medical doctor, so yes. A follow up. To see how you’re feeling.” You shoot him an over the top wink, and before you lose your nerve you take a few steps closer and remove the pen from your pocket. He gives you his hand without question and you scribble your number on his palm, the ink blurring with each line but legible regardless. He twitches a little as you go over the lines, but you manage to get each digit down. With a click of a pen and a hopeful smile, you’re done.

“Okay. And if I feel fine? If I don’t need a follow up?”

“Call me anyways.”

You leave him alone, behind the plastic curtain, because you have lives to save and people who need you. The same can be said for him; he will explain to you, later, how he got the now tiny scar that’s stamped over his eyebrow. It will scare you to no end, but somehow sweeten the fact that he was able to joke with you after, that he comes out of each case able to smile and laugh, at least a little. That he’s happy to stare at his own hand, watching the ink dry and the pain above his eye ebb into nothing.

“So that’s it?” Henry seems dissatisfied, pouting a little. Spencer laughs, shaking his head. While the story is mostly over—a few of the adults have migrated inside, sipping on wine and watching from behind the glass—there’s a few details left to regale.

He turns up at your door a few days later; already you know more about him than before. Namely that he hates texting, but apparently is willing to grin and bear it for the sake of making plans. You invite him in, revealing that your apartment isn’t totally blacked out all the time. On the contrary, it’s bathed in light. He notes that you have much nicer windows than he, your decor eclectic but overall sunny.

“Are you analyzing my stuff?”

You ask, laughing. There’re baking ingredients on the counter—he notes that you left the eggs out to get them to room temperature, meaning you likely know what you’re doing. He turns a delightful shade of pink and shakes his head, though you already know he is.

“Not totally. You have a lot of, uh, pictures.” He scratches behind his ear, and assumes a position at the counter. The deal was that you’d bake cookies together, but to his credit he’s mostly watching you do it. You don’t mind; it’s nice to talk and laugh while worrying about things other than people literally dying.

“I like to remember things.” You say, a little defensive. You keep a Polaroid camera around; it’s nice to take photos and pin them on the walls. Little pieces of moments you’d rather not forget. You look up from the cookie dough to find Spencer smiling wistfully, his grin wonderfully crooked.

“Me too.”

After the cookies are done baking and the apartment smells like vanilla and the rich, caramelized tone of brown butter, you pull out the camera and snap a photo. Spencer looks a little off guard; there’s flour in his hair, and dusted on the front of his sweater, but he’s smiling wide and you’re there, too. The photo emerges from the other end of the camera slowly, a little warm from the printing process, and you hold it up to the light. He seems uniquely happy to look at the photo—before you can talk yourself out of it, you turn your head and kiss him, a little tentatively. Your nerves color the moment in your memory, the thrill of it all. He’s softer than you expect, sweet and warm, and your awareness of the kitchen fades in favor of the feeling of his hands on your waist, yours in his hair.

“Do you still have it?”

You’re quick to shake your head. Between a few moves and the years since that fateful first date, the photo is lost to time. Penelope deflates in disappointment, but you feel Spencer move beside you. The kids watch in awe as he pulls his wallet out of his pocket, and as he extracts the polaroid between a few dollar bills and his driver’s license you feel a sort of wave of emotion rise and fall. You peer at the photo and it’s not quite how you remembered it; you both look so young, joy lighting you up from the inside out. You didn’t even know it, then, that you’d look back at yourself from a grassy backyard, passing the moment in time around for everyone to see, wondering where all the time went. You feel incredibly old and young all at once, but with Spencer’s hand in yours, you think that you’re exactly where you need to be.

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Familiar Face - Ukai Keishin x Reader

Summary: Ukai catches up with an old friend who has returned to Miyagi after being gone for 7 years.

Word Count: 4469

Warnings: SMUT. If you are uncomfortable with sex then DON’T READ THIS.

Author’s Note: I like dropping hints that I like older men... I like older men. Also, special thanks to the Haiku Writer’s Chat for helping me with this fic! 

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“And look at this picture! He totally went bald, it’s only been a couple years and he’s completely bald!”

Ukai sighed deeply, trying to tune out Shimada’s and Takinoue’s gossip as he flipped through a magazine at the store counter. 

Shimada had recently made it a point to friend all their old classmates on FaceBook, claiming it would be good to ‘get in touch’ with everyone and set up a reunion.

Ukai was sure it was an attempt to rekindle old flames with their female classmates.

“Why haven’t you joined FaceBook, Ukai? If you join and you friend me, I’ll only be a couple more people away from having our whole class on here!” Shimada exclaimed, continuing to scroll through his feed while Takinoue looked over his shoulder.

“I don’t need a bunch of strangers to know my business,” Ukai replied, not bothering to glance up at them from his magazine, “If they matter, they’ll already know.”

Shimada huffed before returning to his recommended friends list.

A chirp from the phone followed by an excited gasp caused Ukai to give another irritated sigh.

“(Y/n) friended me back!” Shimada said excitedly.

Ukai finally looked up from the reading material, resisting the urge to completely set it aside and attempt to snatch the phone from his friend’s hands.

“Woah! She looks totally different- she messaged me!”

Well, that was enough for Ukai to toss the magazine aside and try to get a look at the phone.

“What? What’d she say?”

“Oh nowww you’re interested!” Shimada huffed, shielding the phone from Ukai’s eyes. “She said she’s moving back to town for work. She wants to meet for dinner and drinks tonight.”

Ukai would never admit to it, but that made his heart drop. He hadn’t seen or heard from (Y/n) in 7 years.

She decided to go to college in the city, meaning she left everything behind. Including Ukai. After being best friends since middle school (and boyfriend and girlfriend their third year of high school) she just left.

It wasn’t like Ukai didn’t understand. He totally understood why she wanted to go. That didn’t make their breakup any easier though.

“Lucky for you, she’s asking me to invite you and Takinoue.” Shimada smiled, typing out his reply to her.

“What are you saying?” Ukai asked, crossing his arms and sitting back in his chair.

“That we’ll see her at 7 at our old spot.” Shimada replied, sending the message before any of them could object. Not that Ukai would.

He would have to haul ass back to the shop from Karasuno, get changed into something presentable, then haul ass to the restaurant. But he would do it if it meant seeing (Y/n) again.

And that is exactly what he did.

He rushed his last words to the team before sprinting out of the gym, leaving the the boys confused and Takeda scrambling to come up with words of encouragement on the spot.

Once Ukai arrived at the restaurant, he was showered and dressed in jeans and a casual button-up. Something to show he tried but not really.

Shimada and Takinoue had seated themselves to face the door, meaning (Y/n)’s back was to Ukai when he arrived. Once the two started to wave Ukai over, (Y/n) turned to look at him and smiled.

Ukai was suddenly 18 years old again; palms sweaty and knees weak from that familiar smile.

“Keishin!” (Y/n) got up from her spot and leapt into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight embrace he wasn’t expecting. “It’s been so long!”

He quickly returned the hug, lifting her off her tip-toes for a moment. “Too long.”

Ukai set her back down, pulling out of the embrace and repressing the blush he had felt creeping up his neck.

The two sat down, all while (Y/n) continued staring at Ukai. “You look so different, look at this hair!” she beamed, lightly tugging on a blonde strand of hair. “You got your ears pierced too!”

“Yeah,” Ukai smiled, scratching at the back of his head, “I went a little overboard after graduation but I think it fits me...” More like after you left...

“Well I love it. It definitely fits you.” (Y/n) smiled, her gaze lingering on him before turning back to her drink.

“Well, let’s toast! To rekindling old friendships!” Takinoue held up his glass, clinking it against the other three.

Ukai watched (Y/n) from the corner of his eye as he sipped at his beer. It was almost room temperature since they ordered it before he arrived, but his thoughts were wandering elsewhere.

It would be way too forward to tell her how beautiful she had gotten in the years she was gone. When they finally got together their third year, she was a budding flower, still beautiful in her own right as a young woman. Now she was fully bloomed, radiant and flawless. A woman.

Rather than spilling his guts to her about how much he missed her and how these past 7 years were agony, Ukai spent the night laughing about old times while also catching up on more recent events.

“You’re really coaching at Karasuno huh? And to think you gave your gramps all that shit for sticking around like that...” (Y/n) smirked, downing the last of her drink.

“This is different, they really needed it.” Ukai smiled, tapping his fingers against his glass.

“You guys really needed it too, though.” she quipped, earning a laugh from Shimada and Takinoue.

“And what about you? You said you came back for work. What work?” Ukai asked, lightly nudging (Y/n) with his elbow.

(Y/n) shrugged, “I’m an athletic trainer and physical therapist. I’m interviewing for a job tomorrow. That’s all I’ll say about it because I don’t want to jinx it.” There was a coy smile playing on her lips. Either it was the alcohol or she was up to something.

“Well good lu-” Ukai was cut off by (Y/n) covering his mouth.

“No! You’ll jinx it!” (Y/n) giggled, keeping her palm firmly against his lips.

Ukai responded in kind by dragging his tongue along her palm, earning a squeal of disgust from (Y/n) as she pulled back.

“Sick! Keep your bodily fluids to yourself!” (Y/n) groaned, wiping her hand on his shirt.

“Need I remind you there was a time when you didn’t mind my spit.” Ukai smirked, looking away from her to hide his slight blush.

“Oh I don’t need any reminders there.” (Y/n) replied, rolling her eyes at him.

“I can’t believe you two dated.” Takinoue sighed, resting his chin on his palm.

Ukai sent a small glare his way.

“N-not as in you two weren’t a good fit! It’s more like... we all kind of expected you both to get together, when it finally happened it was like a dream!” he explained.

“He’s right,” Shimada added, slowly nodding. “No more tip-toeing around each other. No more cat and mouse. Just boom! Ukai and (Y/n)! They’re like an elephant! When they walk into a room it’s like, okay! They’re in there!”

Now there was no hiding the blush on Ukai’s cheeks. He looked down at (Y/n), who had started shuffling in her spot.

“O-okay, judging from his volume I think it’s time to call it a night.” (Y/n) said, checking her phone for the time. “I need to get to bed soonish anyway. Interview’s in the afternoon but I still want time to get ready.”

“I can get him home.” Takinoue said, dropping cash on the table and helping Shimada up. “We’ll catch up again soon.”

Ukai and (Y/n) bid them goodbye as they began fishing for their wallets.

“You back home home? Or have you found a place?” Ukai asked, helping (Y/n) onto her feet once she paid her fair share of the tab.

She shook her head, “Im in a hotel kinda nearby. Thought it would be weird going back to my parents’ place as a 26 year old...”

Ukai chuckled, following her out of the restaurant. “I don’t blame you.”

The two went silent for a bit, shuffling their feet and hesitating to make eye contact.

“...Shimada never could hold his liquor, huh?” Ukai asked, earning a giggle from (Y/n).

“You’d think after all these years he would have learned...” she mused, running a hand through her hair.

They both went silent again until (Y/n) spoke up, her tone conveying an inkling of hope.

“I have to get up early and all but even then... I’m still kind of thirsty...”

Ukai gave her a small smile, “We can get some beer on the house from the shop...?”

(Y/n) smiled back, “I’d like that.”

He offered (Y/n) his arm, hiding his excitement when she linked their arms and began walking with him in the direction of the shop.

He was sure to lock the door behind them, keeping the lights off so they wouldn’t be disturbed. Even though the shop sign read ‘closed,’ some of the Karasuno boys would still try to get in if the lights were on.

“Do we get to drink in the dark the rest of the night?” (Y/n) asked, taking a swig of her drink.

“We can go upstairs... sit in the living room and talk.” Ukai offered, his palms getting sweaty all over again.

Once (Y/n) accepted, he lead her up the staircase in the back of the store, unlocking the door to his flat and letting her enter first.

“Ooooo, bachelor pad.” She teased, looking around the room. It was surprisingly clean, except for the clothes trail towards the shower he had left earlier.

“Nothing to see here!” he shouted, swiping his boxer briefs from off the floor and throwing them into his bedroom.

(Y/n) giggled, turning away to look at the wall decorations he had strung up. Some movie posters, one karasuno poster, and a couple pictures of their friend group in high school.

She paused at a particular photo of the two of them at graduation, smiling fondly at the memory. “Bring a lot of women up here?”

Ukai had been gathering the rest of the clothes on the floor, pausing at the question. “None that are really noteworthy...”

(Y/n) hummed to herself, tearing her eyes away from the picture and making her way to the couch.

“It’s kind of awkward since the town is small... so I’ve kinda stopped doing that.” he explained, retrieving his beer and sitting beside her.

“Kinda?” she asked.

Ukai shrugged, “I’m only human... I slip up and break my own rules every now and then.”

(Y/n) smiled slightly, shaking her head and taking another drink. “Some things never change...” she mumbled against the bottle.

He kept his eyes on her the whole time, tapping his thumb against the glass. “Did you...?”

(Y/n) bit her lip, unwilling to meet his gaze before taking a big swig of her drink.

“You seemed so sure you would before you left... but it still feels like the same (Y/n).” Ukai continued, slowly looking her over.

“Is it bad if I didn’t change?” she asked, staring at a random corner of the room.

“Not at all...” Ukai paused, unable to hold back a sigh before continuing. “It just makes me wonder... why break up if the only thing that really changed was your zip code...”

“I mean- I did change. I grew up, you did too. I just didn’t want it to end badly because of those growing pains.” (Y/n) explained. “Did... did you think it ended badly?”

“N-no, no I didn’t. I’m grateful it ended the way it did, rather than you falling out of love with me or something... Not that you still love me now- I’m just- Ugh! Bottom line, I’m fine with how things happened. It just... stings...”

(Y/n) chewed at her lip, something Ukai knew she did when she was anxious. He just made things super weird, all cuz he wanted closure.

“Do you have any regrets?” she suddenly asked, finally looking up at him.

Ukai sighed softly, slowly nodding his head. “Yeah... just one... I didn’t go after you.... Do you...?”

(Y/n) chuckled softly, turning back to her bottle. “Yeah actually... I didn’t stay with you.”

The two went silent. Ukai hadn’t meant for the conversation to take this turn. He wasn’t even drunk and he was still spilling his guts over a breakup from 7 years ago.

(Y/n) downed the last of her beer, setting the empty bottle on the coffee table before fully facing Ukai. “Can we try something?”

He raised an eyebrow at her, setting his bottle on the coffee table before turning to her.

“You’re going to kiss me. And if we don’t feel anything, I’ll leave and act like it never happened...” (Y/n) explained. It was a simple set of instructions but it had Ukai’s heart ready to jump out of his chest.

“And if we feel something?” He asked.

(Y/n) shrugged. “I dunno. But I won’t leave...”

Ukai took a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily to regain his confidence.

“Okay,” he opened his eyes, “I’m ready.”

“You’re kissing your ex-girlfriend, not disarming a bomb.” (Y/n) quipped. 

“Well, now I have to take another deep breath because you broke my concentration.” Ukai complained.

“Will you just hurry-”

Without warning, Ukai cupped (Y/n)’s cheeks and pulled her into a gentle, passionate kiss.

He told himself to keep it simple, but 7 years of repressed feelings suddenly began pouring out into this one intimate moment. Before he knew it, (Y/n) was kissing him back, hands clinging to his shirt and pulling him closer.

(Y/n) brushed her tongue over his lip, earning a moan from Ukai as he pulled her body flush against his.

(Y/n) pulled away for a moment, lightly pushed Ukai to lay on his back, then moved between his legs and flush against him.

Ukai breathlessly pulled her into another kiss, sighing shakily against her lips as his hands roamed her body. He was beginning to regret wearing jeans instead of his usual sweat pants.

(Y/n) tossed his hairband aside and began running her fingers through his hair, causing another moan to bubble from his lips.

No other women made him moan like this. But this was (Y/n). (Y/n) who knew him inside and out. (Y/n) who he knew inside and out.

He brushed his hand through her hair, lightly gripping it and pulling her away, tugging her head to the side and dragging his tongue up her throat. She moaned shakily, gripping his shirt so tight that Ukai thought the buttons might pop off.

The sudden feeling of (Y/n) grinding her hips against Ukai’s had him tugging her hair harder and biting her neck.

(Y/n) whined and began shakily unbuttoning his shirt.

He parted from her neck and moved her to sit up, taking off the button-up and his undershirt.

(Y/n) had gotten busy trying to take off her dress, she almost didn’t notice Ukai’s shirtless body.

She went hot, looking over his amazing physique. He looked nothing like this when they were last together. Something special caught her eye, causing her to smirk once her dress was tossed aside.

“When’d you do this?” she asked, brushing her fingers over one of his pierced nipples. Ukai shivered at her touch. He retaliated by reaching around her and unclasping her bra, tossing it away.

“I told you I went overboard after you left...” he mumbled, kneading her breasts.

(Y/n) moaned shakily, peppering needy kisses against Ukai’s lips. “Take me right here...” she murmured between kisses.

Ukai suddenly flipped their position, getting (Y/n) on her back and straddling her. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, beginning to take a condom out until (Y/n) stopped him.

“Nuh-uh, I’m on the pill. I’m clean. I want you raw.” She panted, hastily unbuckling his belt.

This was a dream come true.

Ukai threw the wallet aside and tugged off (Y/n)’s panties, stuffing them in the pocket of his jeans before tugging his pants halfway down his thighs.

(Y/n)’s eyes went wide at the sight of him. She gripped the couch cushion as he rubbed his tip against her slit, sighing shakily.

“Maybe I should have stretched first...” (Y/n) breathed, hips twitching as Ukai eased the tip inside of her.

“You’ll get a good stretch from this, angel...” he grunted, her old nickname adding onto the pleasure they were both experiencing.

Ukai eased in deeper, his hips stuttering as (Y/n) dug her nails into his arms. His teeth dug into his bottom lip and his eyes screwed shut. They moaned in unison once he was fully inside of her.

“Kei, if you don’t move...” (Y/n) whined, rolling her hips to gain some friction.

Ukai moaned shakily, slowly rocking his hips against her’s. “Y-you’re as tight as the first time we fucked...”

(Y/n) gasped as Ukai suddenly hit her g-spot, prompting him to thrust faster into that spot he instantly recognized. “Has my angel been waiting for me this whole time?”

She moaned louder, dragging her nails down his arms, earning a symphony of moans from him as well.

Ukai hooked one arm under her leg, spreading her legs wider as he continued plowing into her. He struggled to keep himself propped up with the other hand, shaking hard as (Y/n) began to tighten around him.

He pressed his forehead to hers, growling as she stared into his eyes and clawed at his shoulders.

“Keiiii pleaaaase!” she shrieked, squirming against him.

“T-that’s it, angel. Let me have it...” he groaned, brushing his lips against hers.

(Y/n) screamed shakily, burying her face in Ukai’s neck and biting him.

Ukai came after a few more thrusts, emptying himself inside her while he moaned wildly.

They both panted hard, a wave of euphoria crashing into them in the wake of their orgasms.

(Y/n) tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him into a sloppy kiss.

Once they parted, he stood straight and took off his jeans, standing completely bare in front of (Y/n).

She was slightly confused until he lifted her off the couch and took her to his bedroom. He carefully laid her down before flopping onto the bed beside her.

(Y/n) let out a tired giggle, looking Ukai over as he still struggled to catch his breath.

“I think I have a cramp in my leg...” he groaned.

“Want me to rub it out?” (Y/n) teased, reaching towards him and brushing a strand of hair out of his face.

He slowly shook his head before taking her hand and kissing the tip of her middle finger. “Anymore friction from you and my soul will ascend into heaven.”

(Y/n) sighed softly, relaxing into the mattress and closing her eyes. “I shouldn’t stay... I have my job interview tomorrow.”

Ukai moved closer to her, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “I have to open the shop up early tomorrow. I’ll wake you up so you have time to go to your hotel and make sure you’re ready... okay?”

(Y/n) slowly nodded, leaning up and kissing him once more.

“I guess this means we still feel something, huh?” Ukai asked, pulling the covers over their bodies.

“I guess so...” (Y/n) smiled, gently hugging his waist. “Maybe you can take me on a proper date tomorrow night... then it can be official.”

He chuckled softly, the need to sleep overcoming his need to say something clever. “Goodnight, (Y/n)...”

“Goodnight, Kei...”

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The next day went by like a breeze for Ukai. He got one last kiss from (Y/n) when she left that morning, along with her new phone number. She didn’t even ask for her panties back.

Ukai wore a hoodie that easily covered the bite mark (Y/n) left him, meaning he wouldn’t have to deal with stupid questions from the boys at Karasuno.

Speaking of the boys, they were responding well to the new drills he and Takeda drew up. They were already showing improvement with their spikes and their serves. It was a perfect day.

Ukai was in the process of taking a swig of water when he heard the gym doors open, followed by a “HEADS UP!” from Noya.

The sound of a volleyball smacking against someone’s arm’s made the gym go silent. Hinata caught the stray ball, looking helplessly at Ukai.

The coach turned to see who had entered and blocked the ball.

He snorted, keeled over, and spat up the water he had been drinking onto the gym floor.

Takeda began slapping his back to help clear his airway as the school’s principal thanked (Y/n) profusely.

Ukai figured she had sidestepped in front of the principal and blocked the ball from smacking him right in the family jewels. She never joined Karasuno’s girl’s team, but she had helped Ukai practice enough to know how to receive a ball.

The principal cleared his throat, regained his composure, and led (Y/n) towards the coaches.

Ukai stood up straight, still struggling to breath as he looked her over. She was wearing a button-up shirt, a pencil skirt and heels. She was like an image out of a sexy librarian fantasy... only this was the real world. This was really happening.

“Coach Ukai, Coach Takeda, I would like to introduce your new athletic trainer!” the principal announced, beaming as Takeda and (Y/n) bowed to one another.

“It’s wonderful to meet-”

“What are you doing here?” Ukai coughed, interrupting Takeda.

(Y/n) smiled bashfully, giving him a small shrug of her shoulders. “I told you at dinner I didn’t want to say more about the job... I coulda jinxed it...”

“Ohhh!” the principal exclaimed, “I don’t know how I didn’t realize you two were classmates! What a wonderful reunion!”

“I did tell you we needed a trainer to come in and help before nationals...” Takeda murmured, nervously shifting where he stood.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Her first official day is tomorrow.” The principal left with that, Ukai realizing how silent the gym was as his footsteps got further and further away.

“H-Hey! What are you doing?! Get back to your drills!” he shouted at the team.

The boys got their asses back in gear, stealing glances at the coaches and their new trainer every now and then.

“I’m going to... go... over there...” Takeda stuttered. He quickly bowed to (Y/n) before running to the opposite side of the court.

“Are you really that upset?” (Y/n) frowned.

Ukai sighed softly rubbing at his temples. “No... I just really wish you told me...”

“Well... I didn’t exactly plan on last night-” (Y/n) paused when she noticed one of the boys, Hinata, slowly sidestepping closer to them to listen in on what was happening.

“Get back to spiking or you’ll be on towel duty for a month.” Ukai grumbled.

Hinata squeaked before running back onto the court.

“I didn’t plan on last night to go the way it did. I thought we’d get dinner, go our separate ways, then surprise! I’m here and we get to live out some slowburn fantasy where we fall for each other again.” (Y/n) explained, keeping her voice low.

Ukai sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

He felt (Y/n) slowly place her hand on his arm, wandering until she took his hand in hers. “Please just give me a chance? I want to help you get them to nationals...”

He slowly opens his eyes, groaning at the way she batted her eyes at him.

“Fine.”

(Y/n) smiled wide and hugged him tightly, snickering when he completely flushed red. “This is gonna be so much fun... now introduce me to the team.”

Once their current drill was complete, Ukai called the team over, noting the way the boys eyed (Y/n) with a mix of curiosity and confusion.

“Alright, this is (Y/n). She’s an old friend and she’s going to be our new athletic trainer. She’s gonna do everything in her power to whip you into shape for nationals. So do as she says and we won’t have any issues.”

A couple of the boys raised their hands high.

“Wow, there are questions about that... Tanaka.” Ukai pointed at the redhead.

“Is she your girlfriend?” he asked, no hesitation or shame in his words.

Ukai tensed. (Y/n) snickered.

“N-Not relevant!”

“Is she our Coach Mom now?” Noya piped up.

“No!”

“So you're not our Coach Dad?” Noya asked.

“Of course not!”

“I have a question not having to do with Coach Mom at all!” Hinata shouted.

Ukai breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank god. What’s your question?”

“What’s on your neck?”

Ukai went completely red again as (Y/n) tried to stifle her laughter.

“Is that from Coach Mom?” Noya shrieked, grabbing Asahi’s arms and shaking him wildly. “That’s from Coach Mom!”

“It totally is from Coach Mom...” Suga mumbled.

“Don’t encourage them.” Daichi said, nudging Suga.

“THE NEXT PERSON TO CALL (Y/n) COACH MOM HAS TO RUN 50 LAPS!” Ukai yelled, finally silencing the boys.

“L-lets just get back to our drills!” Takeda shouted, ushering the boys back onto the court.

“I just wanted to know what was on his neck...” Hinata pouted, “Did Coach Mom really do that-”

“50 laps Hinata!”

“Awwww! Do I have to, Coach Mom?!”

“100 LAPS!”

“No!” (Y/n) barked, lightly pushing Ukai before turning to Hinata. “That’s absurd, you don’t have to.”

Ukai adjusted his hoodie, glancing at (Y/n) as she crossed her arms. “You’d think you’d be a little less tense after last night-”

“Please just go home.” Ukai sighed, taking the keys to his flat from his pocket and placing them in her hand.

She blinked down at the keys in shock.

“I don’t want you in some hotel room when I have a perfectly good bed at my place... I’ll help you get your things from the hotel once practice is over...” He explained, scratching at the back of his head while keeping his eyes on the team.

“Guess you are my boyfriend then...” (Y/n) smiled. She quickly pressed a kiss to Ukai’s cheek before turning on her heels to leave. “See you at home, Coach Dad...”

Ukai turned to watch her leave, a small smile on his face. It wasn’t such a bad nickname when she said it...

[taehyungsbabyygirl]

Socialità

Chapter 1

Genres: Light fluff, tinge of romance and wholesome(?)

Warning(s): The littlest bit of sexual tension if you squint

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Fortune, fame, beauty.

Those are the things that people had associated you with.

Who does not know Y/F/N Y/L/N? You're basically in every magazine cover, every Youtube thumbnail and news headline. Surpassing Kylie Jenner as quote unquote The World's Richest Young Businesswoman and even beating Ariana Grande as the most followed female influencer on Instagram.

Who really are you? Well, to explain it simply to people who are unaware of you, your businesses and socialite status, you are the owner of a multi-billion dollar brand.

What started with a small online business at 16 which sells nightwear for women with affordable, cheap prices had bloomed into a luxury brand known for their elegant, classy clothing line, ranging from lingerie to formal clothing such as glamorous dresses to charming suits and tuxedos for both men and women.

The brand name? After years of rebranding, it's finally official that the name is, Socialità. Fitting with your brand's target market which were rich socialites from across the globe. Of course there was a reason for that, considering that the materials were high quality, imported ones such as satin and silk from Japan, Egyptian cotton, and French lace, also the designing and productions team who were amongst the best in the art of fashion and exclusivity of everything that was made under the brand, without a doubt would result in a higher cost of production and simultaneously a higher price for the merchandise itself.

And all this success did not come easy, there were countless times when you wanted to hideaway and give up on everything you had invested on. At the age of 28, you finally got to where you are now, thriving with the business that you had built with your own bare hands from the confines of your own bedroom.

But, there was one thing that you were lacking in, the love department. Although you were pretty much well-known by youngsters to elders alike, luck does not seem to be on your side when it comes to romantic relationships. It's not that you weren't romantic or sweet enough, gosh you are a hopeless romantic actually, but you just somehow fall for the wrong person, time and time again.

All the people you had dated once you established a name in the fashion world were either self-centered jerks or gold-digging leeches who were only there for the fame and riches. It's as if you had dated way more men than Taylor Swift ever had, except, you don't call these people out in songs.

Aside from owning a lavish clothing brand and billions to your name, having to work with socialite circles, had granted you the socialite status too. You'd be lying if you say that no rich bachelor had tried to flirt around with you but, your previous horrible experiences with dating as a successful businesswoman made you put your guard up and in the end turning you into the most sought after bachelorette of the 21st century.

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"What??? The Bachelorette?? Gosh guys, that would be a horrible idea." You shook your head, swirling the red wine in your glass before sipping on it.

It was a normal weekend evening for you and your peers aka your personal management team which consisted of Selma, Carrie, Lulu, Trey and Giovanni. Sitting in the dining room of your enormous mansion in Calabasas while drinking cheap wine and munching on Cheeto Puffs.

You just finished ranting about how you are so unlucky in love and that you're almost turning 30, without being cuffed to someone. In your opinion, people in their late 20s had already met that person and having good balance in their work, social and love lives but you're here having a nonexistent love life instead.

Tired of constantly listening to the same rants over and over again, Giovanni proposed that you put yourself in a controversial yet exciting TV show, The Bachelorette.

"Girllll you should give The Bachelorette a try, I mean I know that the show is basically scripted but it seems exciting, no?" Giovanni chirped.

"Oh my god yasssss! I'd have the time of my life if I'm surrounded by a dozen of good-looking hunks!" Carrie joined in and daydreamed.

You snorted and put your glass down on the marble surface of the table.

"Yeah but the men on there are usually insincere and only in it for their 60 seconds of fame and the winner of the show is probably just motivated by money. What difference does it make with me going to a private party or nightclub and getting to know dudes there?" You retorted; brow raising to your two friends.

"Sis, the difference is, these men would have to submit a form regarding their background and audition for the show! If you want, we could even be your reps during the audition. We know who are the best people for you!" Selma answered your rhetorical question while pouring herself another glass of wine. She's your PA and bestie so she knew how to reply with the same energy as yours.

Sighing deeply with your fingers pinching your nose bridge, you thought once, twice, thrice and made your decision. Well, what's the worst that could happen right?

"Fine, fine! I'm in with the idea. But if this thing goes south, I.Am.Out." The dominant businesswoman persona in you presented herself whilst the others, especially Giovanni, cheered upon your agreement with their idea.

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After months of preparations for your big reality TV debut, it was finally the day for the first week of The Bachelorette. Although you're the one being the prize and the one being chased, you felt uneasy and nervous to meet the men who had passed the auditions to become contestants.

"Don't worry! Me and Giovanni made sure that we only let the best ones pass the audition. And when I say the best ones, I meant, socialites, doctors, businessmen and even kinsmen of royalty!"

"Only the best for our QUEEN!"

Those were the words that came out of Selma and Gio's mouths. Thankfully you have these reliable people to help filter through the applicants of the program. If you gave the show's producers 100% control over who comes in and comes out of the show, it'll be a hot mess and they'd probably choose the men based on their looks and bulkiness but not necessarily the brains and skills.

Throughout the audition process, all of the men's background and names were kept a secret from you by Selma and Gio, it'll be a surprise, they said and you trusted them with it.

Sitting at the back of a limousine alone, you started to fidget with the dangling diamond of your earring subconsciously; a habit that you developed whenever you had cold feet.

The vehicle was heading towards the villa where the first meeting would happen between you, the bachelorette and your suitors.

You and the production team had discussed about how the first meeting would be. You thought that the idea of having to stand in front of the villa's front door while the men arrive in limos were quite cringy and not to mention time-consuming and unnatural so you proposed the idea of having the men arrive in a first come first serve basis and sit in numbered rooms in the villa while awaiting you. In that way, you could see who was punctual and who was late. But the catch is, the contestants only have 5 minutes to chat up with you and leave a good first impression.

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Alas, you finally reached the villa and stepped out of the automobile. Your dress was a satin, rosé coloured one with a modified A-line, basque waist and halter neckline; glamorous yet not over the top, suitable for a socialite like you.

Not wasting any time, once the cameras started rolling, you entered the ginormous villa and headed upstairs to the rooms, knocking the door gently before entering the space.

The first man you met was Kim Namjoon, he introduced himself as an engineer, a sound engineer. He was confident from the get go and eloquent too.

"Hmm an engineer ay?" You propped your head with the palm of your hand; leaning against the couch's back pillows.

"Yeah.. My family insisted I do that. I wanted to be a musician at first, and that's why I took up sound engineering now." He gave out a dimple smile which you couldn't help but grin at. They're adorable.

You liked his presence and how outspoken he was but sadly the 5 minutes were before you knew it.

Next, you met up with a gentleman named Im Jaebum. A winery owner. He gave you a warm hug from the first time you entered the room.

"I heard that you're a wine conoisseur yourself Y/N? I'd love to take you to Napa Valley where my winery is. I'm sure we'll have a blast there." He smiled and acted a bit smug.

"That sounds like a plan.. I'm not a person who would say no to wine." You replied with a light wink, returning the smugness to him.

Continuing on, after Jaebum, you entered a room which looked bigger than the previous two you'd been in.

By the big window, there was a man with broad shoulders who introduced himself as Kim Seokjin, as he turned around, he greeted you and pecked your hand.

"Nice to meet you I'm Kim Seokjin, just call me Jin." He smiled softly, inviting you to sit down next to him.

"Nice to meet you too Jin.. So what do you do?" You asked carefully; quite intrigued by how good-looking he is with the slicked back hairstyle he has.

"Well I'm a professor of English and Korean Literature. Probably one of the most uninteresting jobs among the other guys." He timidly admitted; being quite humble.

You immediately disagreed with his statement, telling him that literature components are fascinating and that educating people about it is a magnificent job.

Afterwards you conversed with a man named Park Jinyoung. He was also extremely dashing and he's a car dealer. But not just any car, the ones he sells are top brands such a Lamborghini, Maserati, Tesla and Ferrari.

"My job is amazing. Good money, good image, but there was something missing and I think we both could relate to that, we both are looking for love." He half-bragged which didn't really impress you but you agreed nonetheless.

As you politely excused yourself to move on to the next room, where the man was leaning back and scrolling through his phone. Fair skin and contrasting ebony coloured hair.

This guy gave off a cold vibe to you but that made you even more intrigued to get to know him.

"Hi..." You sat on the couch with him and he gave a small smile as he put his phone the side.

"Min Yoongi.. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand out to shake yours. A pretty formal greeting despite the consequences you two were in at the moment.

You two kept the conversation going by talking about your jobs and background. Everything you asked, he answered in all honestly and you liked that. The push-and-pull game was a fun one to play but with Yoongi, the small talk you had was chill and relaxed, the most natural one you had the whole night.

Up next was a kind looking male, taller than Yoongi who seem to be nervous about meeting you for the first time.

"Hello!" You greeted him with a bright smile to ease his anxiousness.

"Hi, hi.. I'm Mark Tuan. I'm an artist.." He abruptly greeted you back.

"Ooh! Like musically or..?" You tilted your head.

"Visually.. I draw and paint."

You led the conversation with the man since he looked very hesitant and awkward the whole time.

The next room had a bubbly and energetic man who was basically radiating good vibes as you entered the room. His name was Jung Hoseok. As you peeked into the room, he immediately walked towards you and gave you tight bear hug with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"Well besides my job as a paediatric specialist, I also enjoy dancing. Do you like to dance?" He jumped off the seat and proceeded to pull you up with him to playfully salsa. His actions made you laugh happily.

"You're so spontaneous!" You hit his chest lightly, still laughing at you guys' actions.

After the exciting interaction between you and Hoseok, you had to calm down and lower your expectations again after it skyrocketed because of the doctor earlier.

That's when you met a muscular man, if Hoseok earlier had radiated good boy vibes, this one radiated bad boy vibes.

He was Jackson Wang, a well-known socialite who is the heir of Wang Co. Ltd. A company which sells electronics such as smartphones, tablets and computers.

"Hello.." You said softly, slightly intimidated by the man's comparably bigger size to you.

"Hello, pretty lady." He took your hand in his and kissed it just like Jin had but his way of executing it was different. The male kissed each of your knuckle and it got you culture shocked.

"Oh wow.. Okay.." You laughed awkwardly as you looked at the man kiss your hand.

The conversation went well with him despite you noticing that he was practically staring at your with those deep brown eyes while you spoke about yourself to him.

The sexual tension was there and you were hoping, praying that the next man would tone down a bit and let you relax, thankfully custom jeweler, Park Jimin did.

"I'm a jeweler.. And can I just say, I adore these diamonds. You have remarkable taste." He proceeded to run his hand gently through the diamond earring you were wearing.

"Thank you! And I absolutely adore this choker you have on.." You reciprocated his action which made him smile softly.

Next up was the room of a private jet pilot named Choi Youngjae.

"Nice to meet you Y/N! I hope we could create good memories here. I'd love to bring you on a helicopter and show you the aerial view of California." He mused but you're not entirely impressed but acted as if you were in order to not hurt his feelings.

"Aww I'd like that. The view must be amazing!" You cringed at your own words but smart enough to mask it.

Hmm, you foresee someone who's potentially going to go home first in this show. His words lacked personality and character and not well thought.

Come on, you obviously had rode a helicopter and saw the aerial view of California. You ride it to work whenever the traffic is congested. He could at least thought of another country or state but instead he settled with Cali, the state where you are based in.

Disappointed, you moved on to the next room, surprisingly, the atmosphere was different, the area was dimly lit and the man sitting on the chair had his legs spread.

"Hi.." He spoke with a deep, low voice that caused you to bite your lip.

"Hello.." You smiled amidst the tense situation, making your way towards him.

"Kim Taehyung.. Fashion designer and owner of TH Couture." He answered without you asking.

The male was quite blunt but his demeanor was alluring. There was a mysterious aura circling him, totally someone to keep an eye on. The conversation was as intense as Jackson's but the two of you had the same interest which was fashion so you didn't feel as awkward as when you were with Jackson.

After Taehyung, it is down to three more people, you were already losing momentum and excitement as you already had spoken to 11 men that night. Before entering the next room, you took a deep breathe and loosen up your shoulders.

In the room was a man, he looked the most different, he had a lengthy name, a Thai one.

"Kunpimook Bhuwakul, but just call me Bam Bam.. I know my name's quite long and I'm also more comfy with Bam Bam.." He bowed to you like a gentleman and smiled handsomely at you.

"That's an adorable name! Bam Bam huh?" You sat down and grinned at the latter.

"You think so? You're adorable-er" He winked at you and caught you off-guard.

As the five minutes of jokes and flirty pickup lines ended, you bid farewell to the Thai man, little did you know that the person you just talked to was related to the Thai royal family.

Entering the 2nd last room, there was a tall man, looking around the well-furnished room but as soon as you came in, his attention diverted to you.

He greeted you with enthusiasm, introducing himself as Kim Yugyeom, an app developer and gaming streamer.

"Gosh you're pretty." He said straight-forwardly while smiling brightly and hugging you snugly.

"And GOSH you're tall!" You replied with those words and the same smile as what he had on his face. At this rate, reciprocation is really your best friend when you don't know how to react or reply to a certain remark from the suitors.

You talked about the apps Yugyeom had developed and the variations amazed you. He had created tons of apps such as games, workout apps, e-commerce platforms, online stores and sorts. But when he started talking about games, you began to lose interest in the chatter. Games weren't your strongest suit but you were happy that he is passionate about them and sharing it with you.

Finally! The last room! Which meant that this person is the last person to arrive to the villa. You wonder who this latecomer is and when you got into the area, your eyes widened.

Jeon Jungkook? He was somebody you had worked with and still actively working with. He is the person in charge of the photography and videography for Socialità and seeing him on The Bachelorette is a huge surprise.

"Wait.. JK?" You didn't know how to react.

"Hey! There's my girl!" He walked towards you with his bunny smile and gave you a hug. You couldn't believe that this was happening, Selma and Gio must've put him in to pull a prank on you.

"One question. Why?" You laughed in disbelief.

"Can't a man try?" He questioned back cheekily.

You two continued the conversation casually without any awkwardness as the two of you had known each other already. That was when you got to know that he had taken a liking on you ever since you two started working together. Everything he told you had sounded sincere so far.

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After the first meetings were over, all the men were put in the lounge to get to know each other's competition while you were interviewed by the crew regarding your first impressions of all of your suitors.

"Well everyone was pleasant. But there were a few who didn't pass my vibe check. I guess we just gotta see how it goes." You gave an ambiguous answer to the camera.

"Who do you think caught your eyes the most?" Henry, the producer asked.

"Hmm.. I don't want to seem bias, I mean this is the 1st episode after all but... Hoseok was fun to be around.. Jackson came off very strong. And well Jungkook too of course!"

"You seem to know him.." The producer stated.

"Yes yes.. We actually work together.. I didn't know that he'd want to participate in this show too." You shrugged and flashed a pearly white smile.

"Do you see anyone who might be going home soon?"

"Oof.. That's a dangerous question. That'd probably be ..."

To be continued (3 March, 12 AM, KST)

Author's note: Sorry for the delay guys! I underestimated the length of this chapter but I hope you guys like it! Don't forget to like and reblog this to show support! Also follow so you don't miss out on updates! This chapter is more of an introductory chapter so we'll be seeing more action and interaction between Y/N and de boyzzz.

Who do you think would be eliminated first?

Tagging @aretha170

[metfell]

im also doing artfight this year!!!! good luck from the other side im joining team bloom

POG i havent cemented my team yet i may pick bloom. jsut depends on my mood tomorrow i think