#and while they're not professional dancers just look how close most of them are still standing

[airenyah]

#THIS IS *THE* OPPORTUNITY FOR FORCED PROXIMITY WHY AREN'T YOU FORCING THE PROXIMITY

no really i MEAN these tags, like!!!! we could be getting this:

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but instead it's like:

I SHOULDN'T REALLY BE ABLE TO SEE THROUGH THEM WHY AM I ABLE TO SEE THROUGH THEM

stand closer you cowards

[xpeachesncream]

bands | thirteen

[ series masterlist ]

summary: jeon jungkook has it all: the looks, the fame, the money, the women. being considered the sexiest man in the industry, he finds no complaints about the way his life is going nor does he find any reason to apologize for the way he approaches it. he is a force to be reckoned with - until he meets you.

pairing: stripper!reader x idol!jjk

genre: (18+) strip club/nightlife au, post grad au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 3.9k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, slight degradation, trouble stirring behind the scenes if you squint, yeonjun and soobin (txt) make an appearance but also as reg 18 yr olds lol

tags: @brightcolorsoffendme​ @min-nicoleee​ @eggbutnotyolk​ @ra-mun-e @miinoongi​ @jimidol​ @ppeachyttae​ @thebeebi​ @bluesharksandfish​ @kooafraid​ @liriaus​ @thisartemisnevermisses​ @ggukkieland​ @preciouschimine​ @sunniejinnie​ @cypheruby​ @cyb3rbab3​ @masterlists101​ @awhnamjoon​ @redhedhoseok​ @wooya1224​ @taeismydeath @jikookiekosmos​ @un2-verse​ @aynsx​ @wearenot7withu​ (please message me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

"BTS' Jeon Jungkook rumored to be dating stripper from nightclub!"

"Jungkook is no longer single, ladies!"

"Jeon Jungkook is dating a stripper? Why the hell is he doing that?"

"Who the hell does she think she is? I bet she's not even pretty."

"Jungkook fell for a stripper? Out of all people? Damn, and I thought he was better than that."

Jungkook has been tired, the rumors constantly being spread day in and day out. But, it still didn't mean he was gonna say shit to prove himself to people out there. He didn't need to give anybody answers. Hell, this was strictly between you and him and that's how he wants to keep it.

Fuck every single one of you who didn't wanna be behind him and support him. Don't even think about calling yourself a fan of his if that's your mindset.

He could truly care less. He was happy and he felt ten times better than he has in a really long time. It's unfortunate how people love to stay narrow minded. The only thing that bothered him was the fact that it was so unfair for you - how they stuck to that stripper image, rather than really getting to know you beneath the surface.

But it's not like anyone else deserved to know the real you, not after all this shit. And he was gonna keep it that way, and protect you.

"Hey, don't listen to any of that shit, okay?" Jungkook says as he meets you in your car in the BigHit building garage. "None of that matters to me."

"I know, but Kook." You look at him. "Your career, BigHit literally might not even want me here and-and—"

"Then I'll make sure they understand it's not an issue, because it's really fucking not." He says, getting irritated only at the thought of the company giving him issues over you. He watches as you slightly frown, causing him to sigh and soften his own facial expression. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get worked up like that. It's just annoying how people are narrow-minded. This has absolutely nothing to do with you." You give him a small smile. "Come on, I'll walk you." You silently nod and hop out of your car. You follow beside him, your stomach in knots having to meet with their performance director. This meant you'd also most likely run into the rest of Bangtan.

In which happens to turn true pretty quickly.

"Jungkookie!" Hoseok says loudly down the hallway as he approaches the both of you. He does nothing besides smile, curiosity definitely filling his eyes.

"This is Y/N. Y/N, Hoseok hyung." He holds out his hand for you to shake, his head tilting ever so slightly because you know he's familiar with your face. He's just trying to remember from where. Or, he has recognized you, but he's trying his hardest not to say anything.

Cause they have seen all of you, especially in that fishnet bodysuit.

"Hi! Nice to meet you! You can call me Hobi for short. Are you meeting with someone?" You nod.

"Yeah." Is all you can reply with as you shyly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Nice, goodluck!"

"Is everyone else here?" Jungkook asks, making Hobi nod.

"Yeah, but they're still running through some stuff in the dance studio. I just ran off to take a break."

"Okay." Jungkook looks at you. "Follow me, he's in one of the private studio rooms." You both part ways from Hoseok, the need to clutch onto Jungkook's arm immensely strong right now. You hold yourself off though, because even with passing a few female staff members, you catch them looking at you oddly with the way you're walking side by side with Jungkook.

Nope. Don't even think about it, Y/N. It doesn't matter.

Jungkook knocks softly on a door, the middle of it being made up of entirely frosted glass so it's difficult to see inside. Their performance director opens the door swiftly and welcomes you in with a warm smile, stepping aside to let you in.

"I've got it from here, Jungkookie. Thank you." Jungkook nods but tries to peek through the door to get one last glimpse of your face before he shuts it fully. "How are you doing, Y/N?" He sits in front of you, leaning onto his knees with his hands fully clasped together.

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Good, tired." He chuckles. "Thanks for taking my call earlier and for meeting at such short notice on a weekend. I had a couple of things come up and didn't want to push things off until later." You smile.

"It's no problem."

"Jungkook tells me a lot about you."

"Does he now?" You chuckle and tilt your head to the side.

"Says you're a really good person. Super hardworking. Told me a little bit about your situation with your brother."

"Mmyeah, it's a little complicated."

"It's alright, no need to get into the details." He smiles before letting out a small sigh. "It's incredibly rare for me to hear Jungkook speak like that. In general. He's usually very closed off, doesn't like to let people in much. He really respects you, you know? Cares about you a whole lot." You slightly blush.

"I'm still getting used to it." He chuckled.

"Look, I know you've been worrying because of where you've been and all that, but I want to reassure you that none of it matters. I don't like to focus on all that. You're here as you, not her." He says, putting another pronoun to your stripper persona.

"Thank you, I appreciate it." He nods. There's a small pause before he begins to speak again.

"I could really use some help around here if you're still interested? The boys are becoming a lot for me to handle."

"Ah-uh, yeah! Of course I am." You found yourself stuttering at the sudden offer. Was this fucking real?! "But, you are aware of where me and Jungkook are at, right?" You ask, trying to be completely transparent and honest about their relationship. He nods and waves his hand out.

"As long as you keep it professional here, right?" You nod.

"Right."

"Come, let me show you around really quickly and have you formally meet the boys." You swallowed the lump in your throat. Fucking great. He definitely didn't know they've all seen your titties and pussy out during Yoongi's birthday, and now here you were - about to meet them again in this environment. Hobi was awkward enough even though he tried not to be.

Surprisingly, Jungkook wasn't waiting outside in the hallway like you thought he would be, but the tour commences and the PD is taking you around pretty quickly. You feel even more awkward and somewhat alone [even though you weren't] without Jungkook nearby, but you chug along and say your hello's to the people you're introduced to. He finally brings you into the dance studio, where there's loud ass music blasting, Jungkook, the boys and some backup dancers in front of the mirrors fooling around.

"Aye boys, come here real quick." You and Jimin lock eyes and your body suddenly gets tense. The room feels 10x hotter than it already is, especially when he slowly walks over and clenches his jaw. He is literally seeping with hate right now, maybe actually disgust, and he doesn't even try to hide it. Most of them for sure recognize you, but they seem to brush it off and give you a big wave/smile anyway.

"Last, that's Jimin - Jimin, Y/N." You give Jimin a fake smile, and the only thing his ass can reciprocate is the smallest, tight-lipped smile you have ever seen. You've never even seen your mom do that when she got mad or upset with you.

"Hi." Is all you can say.

"Sup." He looks at you before turning on his heel and walking away.

"Ooookay?" Namjoon furrows his brows as he watches Jimin walk away so rudely. "The hell was that about?"

"I knew that was Kookie's girlfriend! Maybe Jiminie remembers seeing her titties and shit too, needs to walk away before he gets his ass beat by him." Yoongi says lowly behind Namjoon.

"Yeah, like you're any better." Namjoon says, looking at Yoongi weirdly.

"I mean, we did see her practically naked." Jin says, chiming into the discussion.

"I touched her." Yoongi's mouth slightly hangs down. "I touched her."

"Go ahead, say it louder so Kookie can hear you." Jin nods sarcastically. "Go, say it!"

"No, stop." Yoongi's cheeks turn red while shaking his head and laughing. "He'll literally launch me out the window with one hand."

"Good."

"You asked for her to sit on your lap too, bro!"

"I was joking, and it's not like she did it anyway!"

"Whatever, I'm keeping my birthday deep in my memory storage."

"Clean slate for her so it should be for you too, my guy." Namjoon says as he has enough of their conversation.

You look at Jungkook who is silently standing there, looking like a big dork with a huge smile on his face and his thumbs up. You give him the tiniest nod before proceeding to follow the PD out.

"So?!" Jungkook dashes to meet you in their waiting room area, where an abnormally large picture of Jimin posing oddly hung up.

"He said he'll send me all the info and papers and stuff!" You respond excitedly as Kook hugs you and quickly swings you around.

"See, I knew it would work out!" He puts you down. "Are you gonna tell Kai?" You shook your head.

"Not today at least, it's his birthday and I don't wanna take away from that. It's his day." Jungkook smiles at you.

"Text me when you've picked him up? I should be home by then."

"Okay." You blush and back away, making Jungkook look at you with confusion. "I have to keep it professional here, duh."

"Ah I see." He chuckles. "That won't last very long."

"Jungkook." You whine.

"There's a lot of private rooms here and—"

"I'm not listening, sorry. I think Kai is suddenly calling me." You cover your ears as you begin to walk away, giving him one last smile before leaving him to the rest of rehearsals and whatever else they're doing. He laughs to himself as he waves you off, excited to get through the day so he can just spend time with you and Kai.

As the hours go on and it's about time for you to pick Kai up, you quickly stop by the store because you're a procrastinator and didn't buy Kai's birthday gift any earlier. You felt bad you weren't able to find the shoes he wanted, but you at least snagged the video game he had been talking about for a couple of days now. Before walking into the arcade, you made sure to write your birthday card and slip some more money into it before shoving it in your bag to give to him later.

"Your pretty sister is here." Yeonjun grabs Kai by the shoulder as he finishes up a game.

"Yeah, and you're too young for her."

"Age is nothing but a number. It's only like.. 6 years apart."

"Besides, she's taken, dude. Sorry." Kai snorts as he watches Yeonjun's smile fade. "You would have never had the chance."

"You're mean."

"I'm mean, or you just have really high, unrealistic expectations?" The rest of their friends laugh as they follow Kai over to you.

"Hey!" You smile at all his friends.

"Hiiiiii Y/N." They all say in unison, some waving in awe, while the others shyly dug their hands into their pockets. "Birthday boy, you all good to go? Got some good Loco Moco waiting for you."

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Happy birthday again, Kai! Get online later!" Soobin yells out.

"Yeah, yeah." He says, waving them off as he follows you out to your car.

"You guys run through the entire arcade?" Kai laughs.

"Pretty much." He sinks into his seat, legs damn near touching the glove compartment with how long he is. "I'm honestly so excited for Loco Moco. It's been years!"

"It has not been that long." You laughed.

"You're right, it's been months." Kai looks out the window. "Wait, you're passing the road to get to our go-to shop though?"

"Cause I found a better place."

"How is there a better place when that one was already supreme?!"

"Hey, trust me on this okay?" You laugh. Kai starts telling you about his day and how so many people he knew from school had been messaging him happy birthday. He truly looked his happiest today and it was all you could ask for. Though at the same time, your heart slightly sank at the fact that he'd be going off to uni soon and staying at the dorms. He was just growing up way too fast, and you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him now before he was too occupied being a college boy.

You slipped yourself past Jungkook's security, parking in the one guest spot they have in the garage that's closest to the elevator. Kai doesn't really question it and hops out anyway, his hands in his pockets as he follows you into the elevator and onto Jungkook's floor.

"You ready, kid?"

"Is this some like, Michelin Star Loco Moco restaurant?"

"Ah, I guess you could say that." You knocked on the door, hearing music playing in the background. Jungkook opens the door and Kai's eyes widen.

"Oh shit, that's Jungkook?" Kook laughs and steps aside to let you both in. "Sis why—what—how come you didn't tell me we were seeing your boyfriend? I look like a mess!" He says lowly.

"You don't!"

"Hey Kai! Happy Birthday!" Jungkook says smiling, making Kai actually blush. He's cheeks are tinted with a rosy color and he suddenly gets all shy.

"Thanks."

"Your brother's tall." Jungkook looks at him up and down.

"Looking at an 18 year old 6 footer."

"Must be nice."

"Go sit." Kai silently nods as he sits awkwardly on Kook's couch, while you go and check in on him in the kitchen.

"Is he always that shy?"

"No. Just with you, apparently. He's not even that shy around girls." You chuckle as he places a quick kiss on your head. "Need my help?" You still ask even though the plates are neatly prepared already.

"Not really." He smiles down at you. "You hungry though?"

"Starving, actually." Your eyes light up at the plates. "Ouuuuuu, yum."

"Honestly, I think this batch might be better than my first."

"Still honored to be your guinea pig." You carry a plate over to Jungkook's coffee table in the living room.

"Oh shit, that looks amazing." Kai says, slipping himself down from the couch to the floor so he could get a good whiff of the plate. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jungkook hands you the remote before walking into his room. "Pick something."

"Here, birthday boy. Help me choose."

"Let's watch Soul on Disney+." At this point, Jungkook comes out of his room with a wrapped present, his eyes locked on the TV.

"Ooh, I keep seeing this everywhere! Niceeeee." Jungkook says, smiling with Kai nodding and already digging into his plate. "By the way, this is for you." You shoot him a look as he sits on the floor by you, watching as Kai unwraps the present. Kai's eyes light up as he sees a shoebox underneath the wrapping, quickly flipping the lid open to reveal those blue Air Jordans he wanted.

"Kook?!" You say lowly, making him smile at you and gently pinch your side.

"Holy shit!" He holds out a shoe, only for him to immediately shake his head and close the box again. "Jungkook, I can't take this." Kai says.

"No, it's your birthday."

"Yeah, but isn't this expensive? You've already done so much for me and my sister, I-I don't want to—"

"Kai, it's cool. If it's one thing you can do to repay me, it's to take my present." You literally want to cry at how sweet Jungkook is being with your brother. He had been good to you, no doubt, but this was one thing you didn't expect from him at all. Quite frankly, you had forgotten you mentioned the shoes to him. The fact that he actually remembered and kept his word.

"Okay." Kai says, gently setting the box down aside before looking at Jungkook with a small smile on his face. "Thank you. I really appreciate it. Like, even with the food and everything. It means a lot to me."

"You're welcome." You give him a soft smile before digging into your food while Soul was already off to a start. Kai and Jungkook devour their food together, with you following shortly behind as Jungkook brings over a small ice cream cake from his fridge for Kai to blow his candles on. After the boys had helped themselves to a good serving of the cake, they started getting hyper and pulled up Smash Bros on Kook's Nintendo Switch [as if Kai hadn't played enough games today]. It started to get intense; the boys jumping and yelling everywhere, bouncing off of the walls, with you getting pulled into the competition every now and then. Even though you knew you'd lost over and over again, you happily joined in anyway, seeing how excited your brother was - plus, it was always a bonus to hear Jungkook's loudly obnoxious, nerdy laugh.

"I WIN!"

"Hey, hey, hey. I let you win because it's your birthday." Jungkook said, making Kai laugh as he crashed to the floor.

"Sure." Kai huffed and puffed. "Crap, I'm tired. What time is it?"

"Almost midnight. We should start heading out, bubba." You patted Kai's chest gently.

"What? No, it's late. Why don't you two just stay here?" You suddenly remembered you've had Kai's shit in your trunk since you dropped him off at Yeonjun's this morning. You didn't have any change of clothes, but that could easily be fixed with Jungkook's closet.

"Only if the queen wants, she's driving."

"It's late, baby." Jungkook says to you softly. "No way I'm letting you two head out there."

"Okay." You give him a small smile before handing your keys. "Can you do me a favor?" He chuckles.

"What is it?"

"Kai's duffle bag is in my trunk." He nods and takes your keys.

"I got it. Kai, you can take the guest room or my office room." Jungkook says with his 3-bedroom apartment having ass. "I have my computer in my office room though, and a pull out bed. I don't know how comfy you'll be."

"It's cool, I'll just take your guest room. I always bring my laptop and switch whenever I sleep at my sister's." Kai says getting up. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Jungkook says, toothlessly smiling at the both of you, completely endeared at how alike you two were - even down to the fact that you both said thank you for every little thing. If this was a result of Kai being close to you and having you as pretty much his mother figure, then Jungkook wouldn't know what to do with his feelings. He felt butterflies every time he thought about how cute and sweet you were, and he was always excited to be around you.

Jungkook does a quick jog to your car, grabbing Kai's Nike duffle from your trunk before jogging back to the elevator and back to his apartment. He walks in to see Kai helping you clean up the remaining dishes in the sink, tidying the rest of the things in his kitchen.

"Thank you." Jungkook says himself, a little unfamiliar with saying such a thing to be completely honest.

"You're welcome." You say softly, wiping your hands on his hand towel. "Off to bed, or are you gonna go online with your friends?"

"I'll see what they're up to, but I'm pretty beat. Today was fun." Kai smiles at the both of you. "I really appreciate it." You ruffle his hair a bit before gently pushing him towards his bedroom for the night.

"Bathroom's right over there, help yourself to anything you need."

"Don't stay up too late."

"Only if you aren't too loud." You gasp while Jungkook laughs out loud.

"Kai!"

"Hey, I'm just being honest. Please remember that I'm right in this room."

"Oh my god, go to bed." You shove him inside the room and shut his door. "Don't even say a word." You look at Jungkook shyly as you hurriedly brush past him to get into his room - even though Jungkook is literally right behind you with those long ass legs of his, making every stride so much easier for him to catch up to you.

"What's your outfit of choice tonight, pretty lady?" He shuts his door behind him as you start to make your way into his closet.

"Hm, I'll just wear this plain black--" You unfold it. "Balenciaga? Okay, I definitely can't just wear this to sleep."

"Why not?"

"Because this is like, name brand and everything."

"So?" He shrugs. "Just wear it, babygirl. It's not gonna make much of a difference, you're wearing it either way." You do a slight pout before you start to slip out of your clothes to get into his shirt. You make his way to his bathroom to take a little tinkle when you notice another toothbrush sitting next to his. A pink toothbrush, next to his blue one.

"Why do you have two toothbrushes?" You wash your hands as he comes in to the bathroom to start getting ready for bed.

"That's yours." Your eyes light up at his statement.

"Mine?"

"I figured since you'd be over more, it'd be easier for you." He furrows his brows lightly. "Unless.. you didn't want--" You press a kiss against his lips, his hands resting on your arms to keep you close.

"No, I did want that. Thank you."

"Of course, baby." He pecks your forehead.

"By the way, way to make me look like such a bad sister!" You say as you start getting your toothbrush ready.

"Why? The shoes?"

"The shoes, the Loco Moco, the games, the ice cream cake." You laughed. "I literally got him a video game and some money."

"I mean, he is turning 18. I wanted to help make it as memorable as possible."

"I appreciate you a lot. Really."

"I appreciate you too." Your eyes widen as you brush your teeth.

"Waaaaow, say thaht wun mohr tiyme." You say, pulling a Jungkook while brushing your teeth.

"Eye apprushiate yoh toh." You giggle. The both of you finish getting ready for bed before slipping into his warm sheets. Jungkook never goes to sleep early, however, he makes sure all the lights are off and that the show he's watching isn't too loud. You have no idea what's going on in his show, but you lay on his chest to watch for a little bit until you feel yourself getting a little more sleepy. He's holding you close, his hand brushing through your hair softly, causing tingles to ripple through your body.

"Kook."

"Yes, baby?"

"You make me happy." You say sleepily as you hung him tighter. He smiles down at you, your eyes now shut close as you slowly start to drift into a deep sleep. He presses a light kiss against your head, fingers still in your hair.

"You make me happy too, sweetheart."

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Doubtless

》 Lee Minho x Reader

》 Angst, Fluffy end

》 Pangs of jealousy could still hit an established relationship, or where Minho is a choreographer and Y/N can't help but feel jealous because of a certain idol Minho is teaching.

》 Wordcount: 2.5k

》 Warnings: mention of overwork, insecurity

》 a/n: I'm back, hi! hihi

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Being in a relationship with Minho hasn't been the easiest thing, but for you, it has been the bestest decision you have ever made.

You were college sweethearts, both of you meeting at an audition for the school's official dance group. After graduating, Minho decided to join a famous dance studio as one of its choreographers while you chose to focus on your professional field.

Adulting didn't come easy, as the two of you were bombarded with busy schedules for almost every week on end. It hasn't been the easiest thing, but after some time, the both of you have learned to adjust and manage your time. You have also decided to move in together, because 1.) you wanted to spend as much of your free time with each other as possible, and 2.) let's be honest, rent is expensive af.

Despite that, it was still difficult for you to spend quality time together because of Minho's hectic and jam-packed sched. Even in weekends, he would be busy coming up with dance moves for the kpop groups assigned to him. Hence, you usually make up to this by visiting him in the studio and bringing him your homecooked meals. You would bring a portion for you as well so you could eat with him. This is something that he adored so much, it eventually became a regular routine for weekends.

That Saturday was no exception. Wearing your favorite casual clothes plus Minho's purple hoodie, you drove to the dance studio with packed lunch for the both of you. You greeted the other dancers you met in the building, and there you met Momo, another buddy in your college dance group.

"Y/nnieeee!!!" Momo said, approaching you into a tight hug. "I've missed you!"

You returned the hug and giggled. "We only met like last week though?"

"That is forever ago. You should just work with us here so I could always hang out with you," Momo complained.

"Once I get fired in my current job, I'll be sure to send you my resume."

"Should I use my connections to get you fired, then?"

You talked with Momo for a while, until she remembered that she left her students unsupervised and she was only supposed to get some water.

"Minho is in Studio E," Momo said. "He's assigned to teach a rookie girl group, my forte, while I'm assigned to a dorky and loud boy group. Where's justice in that?" She sighed deeply. "Anyway. I'll get going. Let's grab coffee some time!"

You waved and watched as Momo begrudgingly trudged towards Studio A. You laughed a bit to yourself before heading to the opposite direction.

When you peered through the door of Studio E, you noticed at least six ladies sitting on the floor, talking and fanning themselves. You knocked twice before opening the door. Few of the girls looked up and bowed awkwardly. They probably thought you were just a staff bringing Minho some food.

The man in question, however, failed to notice you. He was busy giving a one-on-one lesson to another girl, them being the only ones standing. It probably shouldn't have irked you so much, seeing that Minho is a choreographer and it is, indeed, his job to teach idols their choreography. However, being a dancer yourself and watching them there for a solid minute, you know that the girl was just goofing around and pretending not to understand the moves. She even laughed and slapped Minho's chest jokingly as if they were close friends. You couldn't see your boyfriend's reaction from where you stood, but what you witnessed was enough to dampen your mood.

You fake-coughed, causing Minho to finally notice you. His eyes lit up, and that was almost enough to rebrighten your mood. Almost, for you could still see the girl he was teaching earlier, with her eyebrows shot up like she was annoyed for the interference.

Minho jogged to where you stood and you gave him a quick peck on the lips. This took him by surprise--you weren't usually the type of person to show skinship when there are strangers around. This made Minho smile, though, thinking that you just missed him too much.

"Lunch break, everyone," Minho told the girls. He then took your hand and led you out of the room towards the staff's pantry.

When you got there, Minho excitedly opened the lunch you prepared, asking you about your day as he did so. You tried to act normal--afterall, you have no reason to be jealous, right? Plus, this is Minho you're talking about. You've known each other for years, he's not gonna dump you for an idol he just met.

Right?

"Baby?"

Your head shot up, realizing that Minho was talking to you. "Yeah?"

He chuckled. "What's wrong? Stunned by my visuals yet again?"

You rolled your eyes, used to his teasing antics. "Just tired, I guess. Eat your meal before it gets cold."

His gaze softened. He reached for your hand, squeezing it a bit. "I told you, you could take some rest during weekends. You don't have to force yourself to drive all the way here to bring me lunch. You took overtime last night, I'm sure you've been busy in the office."

You smiled at him, reaching out to squish his cheeks. "And I told you, bringing you lunch would never be tiring for me if it means that I could spend time with this lovely face."

Minho grinned. "I'm irresistible, I know."

You playfully pinched his cheek. "Just eat, you handsome creature."

You watch Minho as he ate, admiring how he looked food-deprived by the way he gobbled his meal. For the nth time in your long relationship, you wondered how you got so lucky to have someone like him. At the same time, you wondered how long you would be this lucky--wondered how long you would be able to watch him up close like this. You wondered: did you really deserve him? And what will happen if he realizes that, no, he doesn't want you after all?

"Uhh.. Min?"

"Ggnnmm?" he grumbled in a mouthful of food.

You stifled your laughter, finding the moment too cute to be destroyed by your depressing thoughts. "Have I ever told you that you look like a cat when you eat like that?"

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It has been days since you visited Minho's studio. He was still teaching the girls you saw last weekend, due to the fact that "the choreo was too complicated" and a certain someone named Ahra was "finding certain parts difficult and needed to be trained personally by a professional choreographer." So of course, Minho can't say no. You visited once during the week, dropping off a change of clothes Minho forgot to bring, and you saw the girl again laughing and talking with Minho comfortably. Minho didn't seem annoyed. If anything, you felt like he was enjoying her company.

It was Friday when Minho came home and told you that he had to come with the girls to Gwangju where they would hold the music fest the following week.

"But why, though?" you asked Minho, genuinely confused. "You are a choreographer, not a manager."

"I know," Minho said. He looked tired, and part of you was feeling bad for questioning him like this. But you just can't help yourself--not after seeing that Ahra's body language towards your boyfriend. "But baby, their company pleaded for me to come with them to guide the group. They're rookies. They need as much help as they can."

A part of you understood. You wanted this relationship to be rational and matured. You promised to understand each other's line of work. So you just nodded, trying your best not to show your sadness... disappointment? Jealousy? All of the above?

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Weekend came. You told Minho you were going to hangout with Momo for lunch. It was one reason, but the other main reason was that you didn't want to see Ahra flirting with your man right in front of you.

Momo chose a Japanese restaurant for your weekend hangout, saying she missed the dishes she had back home. Right after you've placed your order, your friend made a show of placing her elbows on the table with her chin on her fingers, looking straight into your eyes. "Now spill the tea."

You chuckled. "What?"

"While I know that you value our friendship more than most of everything else, I know that you won't ditch Minho for a simple lunch opportunity. Now spill."

"Uhh... maybe I'm making time with you because you're gonna be away for three days in Gwangju?"

"Oh, that music fest? I'm not coming with them though," she said, casually sipping water. "I have whipped my group into magnificent perfection, they don't need me to tag along. Plus, what would I do there? Chaperone their asses on the bus? Teach them the choreo while they're sightseeing? Please."

You sighed. Yeah, it doesn't make sense for an outsourced choreographer to tag along an idol group. They have their own trainors. And the trip was for three days to allow the idols some time for broadcasted sightseeing. They won't have time for heavy dance practices.

"But Minho is coming with the group assigned to him," you mentioned.

Momo almost choked on her mineral water. "What? Why? And why haven't I heard of this?"

Oh.

You shrugged. "Maybe my boyfriend is onto something--someone--else."

Momo's gaze softened. "Y/n..."

"I mean, the way that Ahra flirted with him? I wouldn't be surprised."

"C'mon y/nnie, do you really think Min would cheat on you? After, what, your five-year relationship?"

"When faced with a beautiful idol, why not?" Your eyes were starting to get watery. You weren't much of an emotional person, but right at that moment, you just wanted to bawl your eyes out. "I mean, Ahra is beautiful, right? You've seen her. Tall, flawless, gorgeous. And talented, too. I've searched about her group, and turns out she's the main vocal." You pointed at yourself. "And what do we have here?"

"YA! Don't you ever look down on yourself like that!" Momo said, slapping the table. "Have you forgotten that you're the main dancer of our dance group? That you were scouted by the leading agencies and you turned them all down? That if you decided not to focus on your academics, you would have been one of the leading dancers in the whole country? Y/N!"

"But--"

"I'M NOT YET DONE. And even without considering those, do you really think Minho is only looking at a person's outward appearance? Do you really think that, y/n?"

"No..." you whispered. "Momo, I understand now, please tone your voice down a little."

Momo discreetly looked around and noticed a few people staring. She sighed, composed herself, and spoke in a calmer voice, "Do you remember when Minho courted you? He was so shy, he can't even look you in the eyes without turning beet red. Literally the entire dance group had to help him express his feelings for you."

You smiled at the memory, remembering a slightly younger Minho flushing red while holding out a bunch of flowers.

"And even months prior to that. He was so dense, his hyungs in the group literally had to smack his head for him to realize that he likes you, even when the entire campus could already notice his heart-shaped eyes whenever he's with you." Momo sighed. "My point is, do you really think a guy like Minho could cheat on you?"

You reminisced about all those years you have been together. Minho is a sweet, understanding person. He sees beauty in everything around him. He sees beauty in you even when you yourself couldn't see it. He was there through the happy and ugly times, and he never once let go of your hand. He has been patient with you through everything. He is the best man you have ever met.

Momo sighed again for the umpteenth time that day. "The biggest flaw on him though is that he's way, waaaay too dense. Remember that one time before you got together, a girl was obviously making a move on him and he didn't even know until the girl walked out calling him a jerk."

You laughed at that. "He's flirty at times but he's too numb when he's on the receiving end."

The two of you laughed at that.

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Later that day, Momo texted you. She checked in with the studio staff and apparently, Minho tagging along to the music fest was a special request by the higher ups of the girls' agencies, and it was a sort of rushed request. You thanked her for the information, mentally punching yourself for ever doubting Minho like that.

The following day was Minho's trip to Gwangju. You couldn't drive him to the station due to an urgent meeting, so you just gave him a hasty farewell kiss on the lips while he was preparing his breakfast. He just smiled up at you without saying a word. That small gesture made your heart clench, feeling guilty for doubting him and not spending time with him the day prior. You made a mental note to welcome him properly upon his return.

But for now, you have to survive those three incoming days alone in your apartment.

The whole day, you couldn't concentrate at work. You kept on worrying if Minho had arrived safely in his destination, if he had eaten enough, if he was warm and hydrated enough. When you asked him all these through text, he only replied with a short "don't worry too much 💝" You didn't know what to feel about it. He certainly felt that something was off, you thought. He was probably mad at me.

When you got home, a plastic of takeout on one hand and a heavy burden on your chest, you were prepared to be welcomed by the saddening darkness and silence of the night. But instead, what welcomed you was a candle-lit dining table filled with all your favorite food, complete with wine plus smooth music.

Minho stepped out from your shared room, a bouquet of roses in hand, smiling shyly while scratching his neck.

"This isn't really my thing..." he whispered.

Meanwhile you stood there, frozen in place, your jaw slack. "W-why... Min... but you're supposed to be...?"

Minho laughed. "I asked Felix to take my place. He gladly accepted." He walked closer to you, handing you the roses. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice if my one and only jealous baby has been acting weirdly?"

Your eyes widened. You dropped your gaze to the floor, embarrassed. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Minho stepped closer, caging you in a hug. "I'm the one who should be sorry for making you feel like that. I should never allow you to feel like you're lacking in any way. I should never give you a reason to doubt my love for you."

"But there was no reason. I was just reaching when I assumed you--"

"Sshh." Minho tightened the hug and kissed the top of your head. The two of you stayed like that for a while, swaying gently with the soft music.

"I love you, y/n. Longer than forever, I'm yours."

"I love you, too, Minho. I will love you longer than forever."

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[silverinia]

I came for Baranski, I stayed for Baranski - a quick Christmas On The Square review someone* actually asked for

(* thank you, anon)

Disclaimer: I am in no way a professional of any sorts when it comes to film and I'm not a journalist either. The last movie review I've written was probably for a school assignment in eighth grade. I didn't do research for this and I've watched the movie exactly one time, so this is just for fun.

It was a Sunday, Sunday the 22nd of November, nearing the end of the train wreck of a year that is 2020. I woke up on an air mattress around seven am, my head aching, my throat itching with pyrosis and light nausea, it was still dark outside behind the closed blinds in front of the windows, when I slowly realised where I was, one of my best girlfriends sleeping next to me in her bed. I had crashed at her place after a warm, fuzzy evening of mulled wine, tacky Christmas movies I would never watch alone (Christmas Chronicles and Holiday Calendar, which I quite honestly didn't enjoy at all, but the company made it fun anyway), doing our nails, wearing the fun kind of face masks for a change and smoking too many cigarettes, as the soft pain in my head informed me right now. She woke up an hour later and the morning went by with coffee and reheated pizza for breakfast, when we decided to watch another movie and I realised that it was THE Sunday I'd been waiting for through Zoom interviews and Dolly Parton twitter memes and the infamous wig gate that will be briefly discussed in the following, and so we clicked on the small icon in the Netflix menu that said "Christmas On The Square".

And oh boy, was it a ride.

To start off, I should mention that I have a hard time watching most modern day American Christmas movies, as I noticed quite vividly again when I watched the two aforementioned Netflix productions last night. The character development is always foreseeable to say the least, the plot lines are plain clichés hunting each other like they're the kids in The Hunger Games, and the writing is generally so bad that you can join the actors in reciting the entire scripts on your first watch. I watch How the Grinch Stole Christmas once a year while I'm gift wrapping and pause every fifteen minutes to shamelessly stare at forties Christine Baranski (I think we should all turn away from the birth of Jesus and instead count our years based on Christine Baranski's date of birth) in flamboyant nightgowns and short Christmas themed dresses, looking so fabulous that every interpreter of Santa Baby ever could only dream of it, I watch Love Actually at least five times a year to lust over Hugh Grant, cry with Emma Thompson and miss Alan Rickman, I enjoy Bridget Jones, which I would definitely consider a Christmas movie, and that's it. That's my yearly Christmas time entertainment routine and I can barely tolerate anything beyond, because I'm still traumatised from the time when I was around five years old and on a holiday family visit where had to sit through National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, the dumbest movie I have ever seen (my apologies if you like it but also, who hurt you?), with my cousins. I hated it. I hated every minute of it. And it scarred me for life.

But this was a Christine Baranski movie, I knew she was going to play the lead and so I was pretty much as excited about this as I could. And the fact that Dolly Parton wrote the whole thing didn't hurt either. As I said earlier to my friend I was watching it with, I have the pop cultural taste of a fifty year old gay man, a quality I am most proud of, and this simply ticked off all my boxes.

I expected something similar to a Mamma Mia experience that wouldn't cause me to crave packing my bags, give Covid the finger and run off to Greece. Light-hearted entertainment, easy to stomach, uplifting music and so little plot that the simplicity feels like a creative choice. That's what my pained, hungover brain knew it could cope with and that's not what I got.

The movie started and I was immediately in the zone. I saw Christine Baranski's name in the front credits (an experience that never fails to make me scream "Yass Queen" at the screen, regardless of where I am and who I'm with, as if I'm the sobering result that pops out of the package when you order Jonathan Van Ness on Wish), the setting was wonderfully corny (I grew up watching Gilmore Girls once a week, so give me warm fairy lights and a gazebo and I'm perfectly happy) and as my friend wondered whether Dolly Parton, in her exaggerated homeless attire that didn't make her look shabby at all, was green-screened into the setting because she stood out so much (which she was because the background dancers were dancing in slow motion, but to be fair, we were probably still a little too drunk to notice that from the start) and I told her I thought that it was just the natural glow someone who's Dolly Parton simply carries with them everywhere they go, I was happy. This was the movie I was prepared for. A movie in which the most problematic thing would be stereotypical characters and the wig they hid Christine's real, flawlessly handmade by God herself hair under.

And then, around five minutes in, Christine Baranski's childhood love interest was revealed as she pressed her perfect pointy nose against the window of his shop and sang about her unrequited love.

And suddenly, things started taking turns at a pace I was still way too sleep-deprived for.

Suddenly, in the middle of my general amazement at seeing Christine Baranski do literally anything and laughing loud at her impeccable comedic delivery, there were unresolved daddy issues, hanging prominently at the wall in her marvellously designed house (she literally says "Daddy" at one point and I couldn't help but think that only someone with her vocal skills could keep from making it sound cringe-worthily kinky). One moment, I was clutching my chest above my heart while she was bonding with little bartender Violet and munching on pretzels while downing some whiskey in that elegant way only Christine Baranski can bond with ten year olds who had it rough, eat pretzels and down whiskey, and the next she felt responsible for said girl's mother's death (which she kinda was too, but I'm not the boss of her). I was still busy making fun of how the very annoyingly, but when you're snacking on pizza with extra cheese at nine in the morning also highly funny, slow talking pastor's name was Christian, and suddenly there was a cancer scare.

It was a lot, a hasty sprint from major issue to major issue with a hint of comedic relief every now and then, and it didn't get any less until the very, rather poorly resolved, end.

The entire, constant up and down was followed by the movie's peak of suspense, the near death of precious Violet, something I couldn't even get too invested in because I was still so busy worrying about Christine's MRT results (I was truly fucking worried), not to mention that I hadn't even started to really process the sudden revelation of the love child and how it had affected her character's actions until this point. Was her constant tendency of pushing people away, as we've seen most clearly with her angel in training assistant who's name I cannot recall right now, the result of her broken trust in her father who practically ripped her son away from her after she had just given birth to him? Was it a result of her never getting the closure she needed with plaid flannel wearing Carl she was clearly still in love with? Maybe both? And what of the many issues was it that made her so incredibly shaken up when Violet blamed herself for her mother's death? Was it 'just' due to the fact that the closed pharmacy was on her, or was there more to it? Was it because she had grown up without a mother herself? Or did I miss a major piece of information because I was momentarily distracted, dumbfoundedly staring at Christine's very blue eyes? No time to ponder on that, little Silverinia, because here comes unconscious Violet in an ambulance, WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO!

I'm not going to go in depth about what plot lines I thought were especially carelessly handled and why, real standouts were the sudden forgiveness towards her father who had still acted like a shitty asshole even though he might have had his reasons, because giving the baby up for adoption just wasn't his choice to make, and the fact that I kind of didn't buy how quickly Regina managed to forgive herself, especially for Violet's mother's passing, considering how deeply her tall, slim, dare I say angelic and entrancing figure was buried beneath the weight of all her issues. It felt rushed and incomplete, but that's as detailed as it gets because my major point is something else.

I think this movie made the great mistake of trying to be more than your average, flat, happy ending Christmas movie. I think no one involved thought it was possible to make it a big hit if the only real plot would've been great Dolly Parton music, fun ensemble dance choreographies, Christine Baranski's outstanding acting skills, fun settings and costumes and a redemption arch with as little plot as it could possibly take to make Christine likable to those who aren't already lost forever in the rabbit hole of being obsessed with her (poor fuckers, can't relate). They didn't notice that with the legends that were involved, they could've easily gone the Mamma Mia way. And I think that's why they tried to include heavier plot lines than most creators would've chosen, experiencing loss at an early age, struggling to find closure, dealing with sickness, teenage pregnancy, parents forcing their choices on their children when they affect their childrens' lives first, adoption, and the fear of losing your kid.

It was a lot and I don't want to say that it didn't work because my friend was crying, like, pretty hard and I questioned my entire existence all through the movie in not the worst way, and I did enjoy it a lot while watching. The "grief is love with nowhere to go" line was a real standout, for example, where the attempt of complexity DID work. It positively gave me fleabag season two, "I don't know what to do with it now, with all the love I have for her." - "I'll take it. It sounds lovely. You have to give it to me." feels, and that's about the biggest praise I can come up with. BUT (and this is written in capital letters because it's the big but) I'm also totally convinced that I wouldn't have enjoyed it if they hadn't cast Christine Baranski for the lead role. In my humble opinion, the hasty, not really at all resolved plot of this movie only worked because Christine Baranski is just a fantastic actress. She quirks a mocking eyebrow and you laugh. She parts her perfectly painted red lips and you immediately hang on them because you don't want to miss a single breath she, a literal goddess, graces us mere peasants of people with. She smiles and you're happy. She laughs and even while she's still laughing, you can't wait to hear her do it again. Her eyes fill with tears and you feel goosebumps on your arms, her voice slightly trembles, a breath hitches in her throat and you feel your heart shattering to pieces. As Chuck Lorre once said, this woman could read you the phone book and you would end up laughing tears because she just gets the job done. She knows what she's doing, she's an absolute pro in her game, and it doesn't matter, not even a little bit, what she's working with, because the work she eventually delivers with it is always at a minimum of 200%. I forced my friend to watch this movie with me because I adore this woman, and I felt for this movie because I felt for her. It wasn't the plot that sadly brutally overestimated itself, it wasn't the songs that I obviously enjoyed, nor the comedic elements that truly made me laugh a lot, it was all her. I came for Baranski, and I stayed for Baranski. This woman can do anything. She can even look graceful in a terrible wig job.

(side note / unpopular opinion: I actually didn't think the wig was all too bad. It wasn't good, actually far from good, but for me, nothing can match the awful wig game of Mamma Mia 2. I loathed that wig, I absolutely cannot stand it. So this didn't feel all that terrible. It definitely wasn't the most problematic part about the movie.)

I enjoyed watching this. It was a nice distraction from all the bullshit in the world. Watching it today was the first thing this year that actually brought me something close to excitement about the holiday season, even though everything will be very different and probably not quite as jolly this year. But it just gave me good vibes and as someone who did not watch this as a film reviewer, that's the biggest part of what leads me to enjoy a movie.

Will I watch this again? For sure. Will I enjoy it when I'm not hungover, having freshly done nails and munching delicious pizza for breakfast? Probably not as much, but it'll still have Christine Baranski in it. Would I recommend watching this? If you share my obsession with Queen B, one hundo. If you don't, probably not.

[youstydiaa]

The Great Queen //

Oikawa Tooru x Reader

part 1

summary: you were always a quiet one, keeping your interactions to your group of friends. another thing about you, you did whatever made you comfortable. including wearing the schools bou's pants instead of the skirt, and wearing incredibly baggy and oversized clothes. that didn't mean that you can't rock skirts, dresses, and volleyball shorts. which oikawa tooru would soon find out after a quarrel. with you.

dancer/ volleyball player! reader :)

You were always fascinated by dancing, always moving and trying out new moves -even if you had no idea what the fuck you were doing- since you were a kid. Fortunately, your parents noticed your undying interest in dancing and got you a private professional dance teacher. Unfortunately, as you entered middle school, you realized there was no dance club. Feeling bummed, you never thought about joining another 'lame' club. Until one of your senpai's (a second year) approached you, with the proposition of joining that one club.

Exactly, you guessed it. Kitagawa Daiichi's own Girl's Volleyball Club.

You were never a fan of sports yourself, you just didn't bother with knowing anything about them except their name. What you didn't know was, that you had the perfect build and physique for a middle blocker. Even if you never played volleyball, that position would fit you as it didn't require that much skill. And because of all that, you refused.

She made you a deal. She asked you to watch one of the practice games at school. If you liked it, then you would join and she would teach you. If you didn't, well you wouldn't lose anything. Turns out, you did like it. It was actually and exhilarating experience, you wanted to feel the ball slam into the other side of the court, feel the after burn of spiking it. Scoring a point, felt like the feeling of perfecting a new dance move. Exciting.

As you entered Aoba Johsai, as expected of a regular wing spiker on the girl's volleyball and a Kitagawa Daiichi graduate, you were put in a slightly difficult situation. Joining the dance club, or joining the volleyball club?

Volleyball to you was just to pass time in middle school since there was no dance club, but dancing was your passion. The obvious answer was the dance club. Which lead to you scoring multiple leads in multiple competitions and performances, and three years later being the president of the dance club. Captain of the girl's dance team which consisted of 10 girl members, 3 of which including you were your group of friends.

You being a quiet girl, tomboy and a volleyball enthusiast in your second year in middle school, you were quite familiar with the adorable black-haired blue-eyed first year boy who admired your volleyball skills and wanted you to teach him how to spike as strong as you even though he wanted to be a setter (you suspected he had a tiny crush on you and wanted to spend time with you but we won't get into that). Kageyama Tobio was obsessed with volleyball, you recognized his obsession because you were kinda familiar with it, and you considered him as a little brother. So of fucking course, you knew about the rude third year volleyball 'star setter', who almost hit him with a ball in the face for asking him a simple question. Fun fact, you were on your way to teach him a lesson if it was not for the fact that Iwaizumi-senpai reassured you himself that Oikawa Tooru has learned his lesson. You were quite familiar with you senpai's temper so, you were convinced.

Fast forward to you walking in the cafeteria on the first day of your second year, ignoring the weird looks the first years were giving you for wearing the boy's uniform pants, bummed about knowing that Kageyama wasn't attending here and furious about the fact that the gym in which you practice in was closed because of some renovations.

"I heard that all the other gyms were renovated and finished by mid summer, ESPECIALLY the volleyball gym which was finished first." Aiko, your best friend, and the vice president of the dance club complained loudly while moving her hands. "Ugh! Sometimes I wish I could choke each boy on the volleyball team to death."

You smiled dreamily. "Well, one time i dreamt that I was shoving a volleyball in each of their-"

"(Y/N)." Your other friend, Yui, warned.

"All of them except Iwaizumi-senpai. He's a good guy, and above that he's hot." You continued.

"Have you even seen any of them or even talked to them?" Yui sighed. "Both of you."

"We don't need to talk to them to that they're assholes and arrogant." Aiko replied. "Except Iwaizumi-san."

"And teacher's pets, sucking up to the principle with all that bullshit of being a 'powerhouse school' and 'qualifying to nationls' each year." You air quoted with your fingers. "Aaaand they lose to Shiratorizawa at the end. Every fucking year. Losers."

"Yeah, Assholes." Aiko snickered.

"First of all, what is up with you and assholes today?" Yui pointed at Aiko as you all sat at a table. "And you, didn't you go to school with these guys?"

"Yeah, weren't you on the girl's team?" Aiko rested her hand under her chin, sticking her tongue out to Yui after.asking you.

"We were never really friends you know? I only know Iwaizumi, and a bunch of other first years I am so completely sure I'll find on the team after a week or two." You took a sip from your soda can and continued. "And, yeah I was but I wans't that much of a talker and I despised their captain. That Oikawa guy? A total douche."

"Again with the insults, you've never even met them! Honestly, I think it was the school's fault for favouring them over us and other clubs." Yui pointed out. "And, you should probably change your view on them, because as our beloved dance team captain, you are going to go plan out a schedule with the boy's volleyball team captain. Because, we're going to train at their gym till our gym opens again."

"Whoever he is, I'm sure I can handle him." You put a hand in your pants pocket, slouching in your chair and taking a sip of your soda

"Buuuut, since the universe hates you.." Aiko dragged out nervously. "The Captain is Oikawa Tooru."

Yui ducked as fast as possible, as you spit your soda in the place where her face would've been. "He's WHAT?!"

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Two Weeks after,

You dragged your feet across the corridor dreading what was waiting for you behind the gym doors.

"Do I have to? Can't one of you do it?" You groaned, trying to dig your feet into the pavement, so when Aiko tries to push you, which she will. You would be stable.

"You are the Captain (Y/N), remember? Besides, I'm pretty sure even if they're assholes they're hot and I wouldn't miss a chance to see that." She smirks sneakily looking at Yui. "And I'm sure Yui wouldn't mind seeing Matsukawa sweating in another place besides her dreams."

"Whatever Aiko, I'm not going to deny it. Matsukawa is hot and you know it."

"Well, that's true I'm afraid."

"Let's just get this over with." You grabbed both of their hands. "The faster we finish the faster I can go home and relax from this stupid day."

As you entered, you spotted Iwaizumi sitting with his other teammates, drinking water all of them sweaty. They probably have been playing before you got there. "Iwaizumi-senpaiiii." You dragged out teasingly, knowing how he hated to be called senpai.

All heads turned to the three girls enter the gym, one of which was wearing pants and opening her arms wide open after, smiling cheekily after, they assumed, she called to their vice captain. They immediately knew who she was, after all she was the only girl who dressed like a boy coming to school but looked like the sexiest and most confident girl in the world while dancing.

"Oi idiot." He stood up and walked to her and her friends. "Oh you're still friends with her? Is she paying you or something?"

"Iwazumi-senpai so mean!" You pouted while your friends laughed. "and you two, you're my friends don't encourage him!" You turned to your friends.

"He does have a point (Y/N), we have been getting paid by your parents these past years to be your friends. Sorry to disappoint you." Yui said with the straightest face she and Aiko could muster before bursting out laughing.

"I hate it here.." You crossed your arms turning to Iwaizumi. "Anyways, where's your douche captain? I need to speak to him."

"Shittykawa? I thought you hated him, are you turning to one of his fangirls now or something?"

"First of all, ew I'm gonna barf. Second of all, since our gym is closed for now, I need to set up some things with him since we're going to train here for the time being." You huffed.

"And as you can see, she's not that happy about it either." Aiko butted it.

"Clearly." Iwaizumi chuckled. "Well, Shittykawa was in the bathroom and should be returning-"

"Iwaaaa-chaaannnn."

"Now." Iwaizumi scowled.

Oikawa Tooru, was headed towards you. And honestly, now you get why all these fangirls liked him. He had a nice face and body but, god could you feel his obnoxious aura from a mile away.

"Iwa-chan who have we got here? Are you flirting with one of my fangirls? I go to the bathroom 5 minutes and you're already destroying my fan club." Oikawa pouted like a baby.

"The best 5 minutes of my life are over." Iwaizumi face palmed. "Anyways, this is (Y/N) and her friends Aiko and Yui." Iwaizumi pointed to each one of you respectively while your friends waved slighlty.

"We're here from the dance team, about the gym schedule." Yui said, knowing you weren't going to speak until you stopped staring intimidatingly at Oikawa.

"Ahhhh Right, I heard about that. Are you the captain or should I safely say that the one who's staring at me like I've murdered her whole family is?"

"That's me." You replied dryly. "Not nice to finally meet you." You smiled sweetly in mocking.

"Why do I feel like I've met you before?" He tilted his head slightly.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)." You crossed your arms looking to the side like you're disinterested, which you were. "I heard that you played almost as good as me in middle school."

"You!" Oikawa narrowed his eyes at you. "I know you, Tobio-chan's bodygaurd in middle school."

"Yes, the same Tobio who you almost broke his nose. you're lucky Iwaizumi got to you first before me." You smirked.

"What do you want?" He huffed at you.

"I want this gym after school every day, except on the weekends." You stated. "I know you have plenty of time to train after us, we only practice for 2 hours on weekdays and on weekends we rent our own studio, so you can have the gym to yoursel-"

"No can do, sweetheart."

"What..did you call me?"

By now, some of the volleyball team had formed a circle around you two wondering why their captain took so long, your friends knew better than to get between the two of you unless things got rough. Your hatred to Oikawa wasn't unfamiliar to some of the other members, like Kunimi and Kindaichi. And the others, well they were enjoying the show.

"We need extra time to practice soo you'll have to practice after us." He crossed his arms.

"Let me get this straight. You want us, a group of ten girls, to train after you finish, in a sweaty dirty gym, and walk home at 10pm?" You clenched your fists. "Yeah, no, not happening."

"Well, it's our gym honey, take it or leave it. Although.." He held his chin as if he was in deep thought. "There is one thing you could do for me.."

"Ew, Perv."

"Not like that! I meant a bet." He scoffed.

"A..bet?" You and your friends raised your eyebrows.

"I'm saying that I.." He trailed off. "Challenge you, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), to a volleyball game. And the winner, gets to use the gym whatever time they like."

"Shittykawa, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that she said that she was better than me and still is. I bet she wouldn't be scared about losing to me would she?" He raised his hand waiting for you to shake it.

Everyone looked at you expectedly, and your friends could tell exactly by the look on yoir face what your answer would be. "(Y/N) no." They spoke in unision.

(Y/N) yes.

"Deal." You took his hand without hesitation. "But I choose my players first."

"Fine." You walked away to the locker room to change your clothes.

This is gonna be fun.

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As you walked again in the gym, everyone's eyes was on your exposed legs in your short shorts, and tight shirt that were clearly not your size.

"(Y/N) you can't be seriously thinking about doing this! He has the advantage!" Yui tried to reason with you, Aiko nodding in agreement.

"Relax, guys. Kageyama's friend didn't call me a queen for nothing." You laughed slightly.

"Are you ready, body gaurd-chan?"

"I swaer if he calls me that one more time.." You whispered to yourself.

A three on three, his team contained Iwaizumi-chan, obviously and their libero, Watari.

While you chose his other friends out of spite (and their talents), Matsukawa Issei and Hanamaki Takahiro. As you stood on the court, you decided to warm up with each other first. You gave up the ball to Oikawa's team so they could set first, unsurprisingly, they chose Oikawa.

"Ready, (Y/N)-chan?"

"As I'll ever be.." You smirked.

Everyone knew about Oikawa's killer serve. When Oikawa served, out of instinct Matsukawa and Hanamaki stepped out of the way. They knew this was warming up, they also knew how petty Oikawa was and how he may serve like that now but he won't serve in the actual game. What they didn't expect was you, recieving the ball in perfect formation, sending it upwards without falling to the ground or sending it outside the court.

"Oh Oikawa Tooru, You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment."

You straightened up, catching the ball and leaning with one hand on your hip. Everyone's breaths hitched as they could almost see a bright crown on your head, with royal robes covering your body.

The Great Queen.

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this is my first time writing on tumblr and my first time writing for haikyuu i hope you like it i can make part 2 if someone actually read it

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hello sweetheart, I hope you and your loved ones are safe 💛 So an idea: becoming a choreographer/dancer in dancing with the stars and being selected as Tom's partner. Since it's your first time, you're quite nervous at first but you two soon become friends and all the rehearsals being fun and cute! And idk, maybe once the show's over, one of you asking the other out 💚 thank you for your imagines, they're sweet!

Summary: You finally got chose to be on Dancing With The Stars and you’re paired with the pretty cute British actor, Tom Holland.

A/N: Hey love, we’re all fine, I hope yours are safe as well. Your request was so sweet, thank you for the support! It’s Valentines Day in Brazil today and even though I don’t really care about this date, I thought about doing something sweet today. I actually never watched Dancing With The Stars, but I know it’s pretty similar to one program we have here in Brazil, so I just took that as a base. Hope everything is okay with it.

Words: 3.7 K

Pairing: Tom Holland x Dancer!Reader

Warnings: Some swearing and PURE FLUFF. Like really, it’s so cute, I can’t.

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TINY DANCER

“I got it!” You shouted once you opened an email from Dancing With The Stars. You were sitting in your friend’s apartment while you got one of the most important emails in the world.

“The Dancing With The Stars spot?” She asked excitedly and you nodded, making you both jump to celebrate.

You’ve been dancing around every room since you were little and it didn’t go away with the years, making you major in dance in college and now you were a professional dancer. You worked in many places over the years, in concerts, in theatres, even movies, but you always wanted to do silly things like Dancing With The Stars because you loved to watch it growing up.

“God, I can’t believe I got the spot! I’ve been dreaming about this since season one.”

“You’re gonna be fantastic! I can’t wait to see which celebrity you’re getting.”

“I hope it’s not one of those that no one really knows what they are famous for.”

Your first day was one of the most terrifying ones. It was mostly to meet your partners and to be introduced to the people, but still, it meant that the very next day you were going to have your ass off to get the prize. You didn’t know what to expect, celebrities can be super mean and maybe you got a pretty horrible one, but you were going to make everything to be perfect. By the end of the first airing show, you knew you were partnered up with Tom Holland. The Tom Holland you’ve been watching on movies through so many years and one of the prettiest boys in the world. To add it up, he was the sweetest guy in the universe and just with a few seconds into meeting him, you noticed it.

“Hey, I’m Tom. Nice to meet you.” He stood his hand in the air, which you took it.

“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you too.” He smiled softly at you and you smiled back, with a tiny bit of shyness.

“So, this is all pretty cool right?” You nodded, clearly nervous to be around here. “Yeah, I’ve never done something like this before. I mean, I know how to dance, but I bet you’re gonna make me ten thousand times better.”

“I hope.” You blushed and he smiled. “You’re not one of those mean celebrities who’s gonna show up really late for rehearsals, right?”

“God, I hope not. If I’m being one of them, give me a heads up.” He winked and you nodded. “It was really nice to meet you, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“See you there.”

You couldn’t believe you were set up with Tom Holland and you lied awake all night thinking about this. You were so nervous about screwing everything up and being eliminated on the first day. You didn’t doubt your dancing skills, because you knew you could be amazing if you wanted to, but maybe your nervousness could get in your way of work.

The next day you woke up feeling very anxious. You even had a small dose of Whiskey for breakfast, maybe it would help to make you feel better. You didn’t look as glamorous as you did the previous night when you were live on television. Of course, you dressed up nicely and even did a natural makeup because there were gonna be cameras and a lot of people looking at you, but you couldn’t just show up wearing a long dress and full makeup. You stook to simple, black leggings, sports bra and a grey hoodie. You packed normal clothes and a pair of heels for rehearsing. Tom arrived earlier to rehearsal and was drinking something out of a mug while waiting for you. He wasn’t much different from you, with sports pants and a simple grey shirt. Just him, no cameras around.

“Hey, am I late?” You asked when you entered the room and he shook his head.

“I’m early, don’t worry about it.” He smiled and stood his mug in the air. “Tea?”

“No, thank you. Not actually into tea.”

“Sooo American.” He hummed and you frowned.

“You English and your goddamn tea.” You tied your hair and removed your hoodie. Tom blushed when he got to stare at your body and quickly looked away in respect. 

“Tea is amazing. Coffee is only for when you’re tired.” You sat next to him and both fell into an uncomfortable silence. “You don’t talk much right?”

“I’m just a little nervous, that’s all.” You didn’t look into his eyes and he smirked.

“Okay, look at me.” You looked up to him and he chuckled. “It’s just me, Tom. There’s nothing to be afraid about me, I’m an ordinary guy. If it helps, we can have a farting contest to bond.” You laughed with him and shook your head.

“I don’t think we need that.”

“We’re gonna be really close for the next weeks, so we need to talk a little, or it will be weird.”

“Yeah, I totally agree with you.” He shot up and turned up the music, playing the first song on his shuffled playlist, which was Madonna’s Vogue. “What are you doing?”

“You’re a professional dancer, so I guess you love to dance? I don’t know, maybe we could dance once together before we start our work and this room is full of cameras. What do you think?”

“I think it’s really weird that the first song on your playlist is Vogue.” You laughed and he rolled his eyes with a grin.

“It was on shuf- Oh shut up and get over here.” He pulled you to the centre of the room and you started to laugh with the sloppy and weird movements he was doing. “Come on, you’re not even trying to dance.”

“This is too weird, I can’t.” He grinned and gripped on your hips, swaying you awkwardly around the room. “This is the worst choreography for this song I’ve ever seen before.”

“No, it’s the most awesome.” He rocked your arms with a grip of your hands and turned you around slowly.

Eventually, you gave in, moving around the room with him and actually doing a pretty good choreography. Tom wasn’t so bad at dancing as he presented himself a few seconds ago, he was actually pretty good on his dance moves, he just wanted to make you laugh a little. By the time the song ended, you were scattered across the floor, hands of your bellies and laughing so hard it hurt.

“Okay, that was a pretty good ice breaker.”

“You don’t have to be nervous around me. I’m just… me.” Tom seemed genuinely nice and he was really trying to make you comfortable, the least you could do is be nice to him and come up with good choreography.

“Okay, so what do you know about dancing?” You sat on the floor and started to stretch, signing with your head for him to do the same.

“I danced for a play back home, Billy Elliot.”

“Oh, I helped choreograph it once in college. Obviously not in London, but in New York.”

“You went to Julliard?” He asked stretching his arm and copying your every move. You nodded with a small grin. “That’s awesome. You must be pretty good.”

“I’ve been dancing since I was a little girl.” You started to stretch your neck and Tom was always copying your movements. “I think I’ve been attending ballet classes since I was three and I’ve always loved to do it, so much that I followed my dream to be a professional dancer.”

“I know what that’s like. I feel the same about acting and I’m really glad that I got to do what I love. Not everyone gets lucky in art.”

“Only the really good ones, like you.”

“For what I just saw, you are pretty awesome when it comes to dancing.”

“Thank you.” You blushed and were interrupted by a full team coming inside to record every step you take during the rehearsals. You were kind of bummed out by it because it was so good to be around him so far, and cameras will probably get in your way to connect.

But Tom still was a sweetheart when the camera was on and it was really fun to work with him. He got the choreography easily and you worked along like two pieces and it was so easy to move around the room with him catching up every step you could. It was a long week of rehearsals, and they all followed a pattern. You two arriving earlier, doing a dance to break the ice and stretching while making conversations. Soon, the day of the presentation arrived and you were waiting for your turn backstage and that you were freaking out was an understatement. What if you’re not good enough and you got eliminated on the first day?

“I know what you’re doing and you should stop.” Tom called from behind you and he could see the uneasy rise and fall of your chest, and uneven breathing caused by anxiety.

“I’m really nervous.” You blushed and he took your hands, pulling you to a private corner. “Tom, what are you doing.”

“Come on, breath with me. It’s a little thing my mom used to do with me before I went on stage when I was Billy Elliot.” He used two fingers to gently close your eyelids. “Okay, take one hand in my chest and try to sync our breaths.” He started to slowly breathe deeply and you trusted him, syncing your breaths and slowly calming down. “Feeling better?”

“Much better.”

“We can do this okay? We were awesome during rehearsals and everyone’s gonna love it. Just pretend it’s only you and me out there, no one around and judging us. And even if we don’t get through today, it would have already been worth the experience because you’re awesome and I loved meeting you.”

“Yeah, me too.” You smiled at him and he pulled you to wait for your names.

When they finally called you onto the stage, you were pretty sure you were going to faint. You looked at Tom and boy, he knew how to send a message with his eyes, a comforting one. You nodded and the music started to play. Everything went according to rehearsals and the presentation was absolutely flawless. You were really nervous, but you did what he said, pretended it was only you and him up there and it just worked. By the end of the night, you had the highest score.

“Told you we would be awesome.” He winked and you chuckled. “I’ll see you Monday for rehearsal.”

“See ya’ Tom. Get some rest for another long hard-work week.”

“Will do, ma’am.” He removed an invisible hat and gestured to you.

“Idiot.” You laughed and walked away to get your car to go home.

You crushed it in the following weeks, always scoring high and taking everyone’s breath away with your dances. While you kicked some as with your moves, you got much closer to each other. You knew every movie he was going to be in and swore some secrecy, you knew a lot about his family and how much he cared about them, and you knew his favourite foods and tea flavours, even if you don’t like tea. Tom knew every project you were or was going to be involved, he knew that it was your dream to have a dance academy someday and that you loved musicals more than anything. You were really starting to be fond of each other and week after week made it clear that it was going to be hard to let it go once it was over.

“Morning.” You said mouth stuffed with a donut and your free hand having trouble to hold everything in place.

“Morning.” He chuckled to see you having trouble to carry your stuff and rushed to help you with your things. “Clumsy.”

“I am late.” You said and he frowned.

“There’s still half an hour before we schedule our rehearsals.”

“I know, but we agreed to always arrive earlier to do our little thing.” He nodded with a grin and glanced down to your donut. 

“That smells really good.”

“Do you want a piece? I didn’t have another one, I got is as a gift from my friend.” You offered putting your donut ahead of you.

“Maybe just a bit.” He leaned forward and took a big bit at it, making you chocked.

“You said just a bit.” He laughed and shrugged.

“My mouth is just too big. Come on, we’re still doing our little dance before we start rehearsing. You still need to teach me how to dance the tango.”

“Yeah, there’s a pretty good chance we get eliminated this week because I suck with tango.”

But you still made until the next week, and the one after that, you managed to go all the way to the finals. By that time you were already really close, you spent so many weeks together and rehearsing non-stop, doing your little bonding before the cameras were recording you. It was so clear how your chemistry was so good and you were absolutely loving it and you might even be falling for him, which in your head was stupid, because Tom was a celebrity, maybe after all of this is over he won’t even remember you. Though there were some small things that always made you think otherwise and your heart would beat faster. On the last day of rehearsing, you arrived early like always, except that this time it was a little bit earlier than usual because Tom asked you to. You were surprised to find the boy with a full box of donuts, your usual coffee order and his tea.

“Tom, what’s this about?”

“A little thank you to the best dancer in the world.” He shrugged and you opened a wide smile.

“Thank you, this is amazing.” You hugged him truly thankful for what he did to you.

“Also, it’s my way to say I’m sorry for the big bite on that donut once.” He said in your ear and it made you blush, thank God he couldn’t see your face.

“Come on, let’s eat.”

You finished the whole box together and had a lot of fun talking about random things such as the many experiences you had in life, during high school, college or any part to be honest. It was always nice to get to know him a little better, it felt like you got closer with every word said.

“We still have one last dance before rehearsing.” He reminded and you nodded.

“You choose the song today.” He nodded and started to go through his playlist.

“What about this one?” A song started to play and you could swear your heart skipped a beat when you noticed it was a slow song and a pretty romantic one.

“I don’t know man. Can’t help falling in love is a pretty cliché love song.” You started and he chuckled.

“But I like this one. It’s really pretty.”

“Yeah, it is.” You smiled when you saw him approaching. “C’mere Holland, one last song.”

You pulled him closer, taking his hand with yours and the other one resting on his shoulder. He rested the other remaining one in your waist. He started to slowly sway you side to side and you both couldn’t get the stupid smiles off your face. Also, you didn’t dare to say a word, afraid it would ruin the moment. You prefered to just get lost in those pretty lyrics and each other eyes. Along the weeks you danced to all sorts of songs, but this one was definitely different, much more intimate. Eventually, he let go of your hand and joined his other hand on your waist. You rested your head on his chest, taking him much into a hug. Another slow song started to play, and another after that one and you just danced to every one of them, because it would be too painful to let each other go. By the end of the third song, you were interrupted by the shooting team, making you blush hard and just skip your stretching and go-ahead to work together. It was one of your best days of rehearsing so far because you were extremely connected and it all worked out just fine.

Well, you were always nervous about going on stage and presenting your dance, but today was even worse. You woke up feeling anxious and it didn’t go away. You made it really far and you were afraid that you were gonna lose it on finals. Tom didn’t like to admit it, but he was nervous as well, the kind of nervous that he didn’t even want to eat anything. You notice it on each other eyes the moment you got to the studio to get ready.

“We’re gonna be fine.” He said and you nodded. “But I’m also a little nervous. I wanna win this so bad!”

“Me too!” You admitted and he looked at you with concern. “At least it’s gonna be you and me together out there dancing one last time.”

“You’re terribly mistaken if you think that’s the last time we’re gonna dance together.” He laughed and you frowned. “Come on, you’re the best dance partner I’ve ever had, I’m not letting you go this easily.”

“I’m always gonna be here to dance with you.” He hugged you and kissed the top of your head, something he had never done before and it got you surprised.

“I’m gonna get ready. I’ll see you soon.” He waved and rushed to his dressing room.

By the time you got to the side of the stage, you were trembling and you could just vomit right there. You wanted to run and don’t do this, but as soon as you felt hands holding your arm and pulling you softly to your corner, you already relaxed a little, at least you didn’t think about running away right now.

“Hey.” He smiled and fixed one stray of your hair. “You look so beautiful today. I really loved this dress.”

“Thank you.” You blushed and slightly lowered your head. “I think I want to throw up.”

“You’re still too nervous.” You nodded and Tom chuckled, taking your hands. “Remember the exercise we did on the first day? It really helped, right?” You nodded again and he pulled off your hands into his chest, resting his on top of yours. “Darling, close your eyes and try to focus on my breathing.” You did as he told but for a second it wasn’t helping. He leaned in and glued your foreheads together. You relaxed instantly and your breathing started to even out. When he noticed you were less nervous, he pulled you into his chest and hugged you again.

“Thank you.” You mumbled against his chest and he pulled you onto the stage.

The stage was dark at first and you positioned yourself right next to him. You searched for his eyes in the dark and he comforted you in the best way possible, even searching for your hand to give it a squeeze, making you feel much more confident. Your performance was flawless, like every other one you have done. But this one was extremely special because you got to do it the way you wanted it to be and you totally killed it, getting the highest score of the season and making you both win. When they announced your names, you and Tom were thrilled. He looked so amazing under those lights and a big smile on his face, you could just kiss him right there. After a long time commemorating it on stage, you both got out of there together, he hugged you and started to spin you around.

“I can’t believe we did it.” You mumbled and he nodded excitedly.

“We’re fucking amazing. Just wait a minute.” He said and rushed away to get something on his dressing room, coming back with a huge bouquet of red roses, hiding his pretty face. You eyes watered to see it and your mouth fell into a perfect O.

“Oh my God.” You mouthed, still a little shocked about it. He gave it for you to hold it and you were now fully crying about it. You got many flowers all over the years after your presentations, but this was the biggest bouquet you ever got and it was so beautiful.

“Did you like it?” He asked, a little nervous about your response.

“I loved it so much. Thank you, Tom.” You hugged him with one of your arms, truly happy about it. “This is the most beautiful bouquet anyone ever got me.”

“I remembered one conversation we had and you said you loved to get bouquets after presentations. I thought I could make this one very special.”

“You just made my whole day.” Your eyes were still watering, but you were so happy you could explode.

“(Y/N), can I kiss you?” He asked and you wiped your tears from your eyes.

“Of course, you idiot.” He took you into his arms and closed the gap between you too, giving you the sweetest kiss of all time. You were so happy about everything that happened that night and that kiss was enough to settle it with one of the best nights of your life.

“I want to be around to see every new conquest you achieve, and I want to be there with a big bouquet in the end. Any flower you want to. I wanna be there for your musicals, for every single one of your presentations, for when you open that academy you dream of.” He said it with such adoration in his eyes that your heart melted. “I really like you, (Y/N). Please let me take you on a date.”

“Yes! It’s everything I’ve wanted for a while.” He kissed you again and even lifted you slightly off the ground, having a little hard time because of the bouquet.

“Come on, let’s go celebrate our victory with our family and friends.”

“And then dinner.”

“Anything you want. I’m all yours.”

“And I’m yours.”

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