#yep i did indeed stop scrolling to let him pass

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Like You A Latte

Pairing: barista!Sapnap x gn!reader

Summary: [Coffee Shop!AU] Sapnap usually hates the closing shift, but when one crazy storm sends you barreling into his life, he might just change his mind.

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: this was requested by a sweet anon who wanted something in a real life setting! i took some creative liberty with the au, but i hope you all enjoy nonetheless!

Sapnap grimaced as he stared out at the café window, his lips curling downward into a frown at the sight of the pouring rain. Driving home is gonna suck, he thought.

With a sigh, he turned back to wiping down the table in front of him, trying to ignore the incessant pitter patter on the roof above him. Screw Clay for ditching him with the closing shift. Sure, he might have that presentation tomorrow morning and Sapnap might have let him leave early, but he still sucked. The closing shift sucked.

It didn’t help that it was pouring buckets outside. No wonder the café was empty—there wasn’t a single soul in their right mind who would be outside at this hour and in this weather.

Except for him, apparently.

He sighed, eyeing the clock on the wall. There was an hour left until he had to close up shop, and he was bored out of his mind. He had already scrolled through all of his feeds and was sick of the music they were playing over the speakers. Usually he had at least one or two customers to chat with if they were in the café, but today there was none.

Looks like I’ll be alone for an hour, then, he thought to himself bitterly, leaning his forehead against the wall. Fun.

It was at that moment that the unmistakable sound of the door chimes echoed through the air, and Sapnap’s eyes went wide.

No way.

He lifted his head, turning to see a silhouetted figure standing in the doorway, their clothes sopping wet as they painted. He winced at the sight. Not even an umbrella would have been able to shield yourself from this kind of rain, but it was still painful to see just how soaked to the bone you would get.

Just then, the figure stepped inside, and his mouth went try at the sight.

One thing stuck out about you, and it wasn’t the fact that you were dripping water on the floor he had just mopped.

You were cute.

He just barely remembered to stop gaping as you approached the counter, brushing back some hair that was stuck to the side of your face. You opened your mouth to speak, but what came out of your mouth startled him.

“How many shots of espresso can you fit into an extra large latte?”

He blinked at you, eyes wide. “I’m sorry, what?”

You cleared your throat. “How many shots of espre—?”

“No, no, uh,” he stammered, waving his hand in front of him, “I heard you, it’s just that...” He paused, trying to find the right words. “...why do you want that much caffeine?”

You let out a deep sigh, dragging a hand across your weary face. “Look,” you said, “this paper is due at the crack of dawn, the wifi at my place is out, the library just closed, and I’m either handing it on time or I am going to die trying.”

He raised his eyebrows at you and sucked in a deep breath. “Okay,” he began, “um, an extra large latte, was it?”

You nodded. He turned, grabbing the tallest of the paper cups he had stacked behind him, eyeing it. “Alright,” he mumbled, “that’ll probably fit around... thirty shots of espresso?”

You paused, blinking, and he could practically see the gears turning in your head. “Okay. Okay, cool.” There was a beat of silence, a look of contemplation crossing your features, then you nodded again. “Can you give me like twenty shots, then?”

The words flew from his lips before he could stop them. “What the hell.”

When you only stared at him, he coughed. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to even give someone more than four at once.”

You sighed for what must have been the millionth time as you shoved a hand into your pocket, digging around for a moment before fishing out a wallet. Opening it up, you pulled out a ten dollar bill. “This,” you said, waving the bill in front of him, “will be your tip.”

His jaw dropped, but no sound came out. After a few seconds of tense silence, something desperate shot across your face. “Please,” you said quietly, “for the sake of my paper. I need it.”

Sympathy welled up inside of him at the look on your face. Every college student knew the struggle of handing something in last minute. What kind of person would he be to say no?

“Okay,” he said, grabbing a sharpie from his apron pocket and uncapping it with his thumb, “this is gonna take a bit. Please, take a seat...?” He trailed off, expectantly waiting for your name, his eyes locking onto you.

Your lips curled into a small smile, and he felt something jump in his chest. “[Y/N].” You raised your brows at him. “You do realize I’m the only one in the store, right?”

His cheeks flushed, and he tore his gaze away from yours, fumbling to scribble your name on the cup. “Oh. Um, right. Sorry.” He offered you a sheepish smile. “Force of habit.”

You laughed while you slid your backpack off your shoulder and it sent a tingle up his spine. “Nah, I get it.” As you plopped onto the bar stool seat, your eyes darted to his chest, flashing with recognition. “Thanks, Sapnap.”

He nearly dropped his sharpie, his heart doing a backflip in his rib cage. How did you—? He glanced down, nearly shriveling with relief. Right. I’m wearing a name tag.

Sending one more glance in your direction as you pulled out your laptop, he turned, cracking his knuckles. Twenty shots was going to take more than just a few minutes to brew, and he’d be damned if he didn’t stick to his guns and deliver this absolute monstrosity of an order to you.

A good fifteen minutes later, Sapnap found himself staring down into a pitch black cup. Where the smell of coffee beans was usually even distributed throughout the store, it was now almost entirely concentrated in one cup. With a delicate hand, he oh-so slowly poured in some frothed milk, carefully moving it as a design began to form on the coffee’s surface. A few moments passed in devoted silence, and he pulled away to reveal a perfect milk heart staring back at him.

Indeed, he was holding an extra large latte with twenty shots of espresso. He was half impressed and half horrified by his own creation.

With a small smile, he picked the cup up, sliding it over the counter toward you. “Voilà,” he said, bowing dramatically, “your order is served.”

You looked up from where you were typing on your laptop, blinking blearily at him before recognition set in. A grin tugged at your lips as you picked the cup up. “Oh my god,” you breathed, taking a heavenly sip, “you are such a lifesaver. You have no idea how close I was to passing out just now.”

Sapnap chuckled at your enthusiasm, picking up a rag and walking over to the sink. “I don’t know how you’re going to enjoy drinking that, but I hope you stay conscious.”

You raised your cup up toward him in a silent toast, the mirth in your eyes sending something light and warm dancing across his bones. As you turned back to your paper, he began cleaning up the mess he had made while brewing twenty shots of espresso.

Time passed in a blur as he shifted cups around and wiped down machinery, only sped along by the sound of your frantic typing. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he saw as you raised your now empty coffee cup in your hand and tossed it across the room. In an elegant arc, it landed squarely in the trash can a few feet away.

“Nice throw,” he said, smiling at the satisfied look on your face.

You sent him a thumbs up with a hum, your face looking delightfully warm and much more awake. “Thank you.”

Another moment passed in silence when a realization suddenly hit him. “Wait a second. You finished it? All twenty shots?”

You didn’t even look away from your screen. “Yep.”

His look was one of complete and utter disbelief. “That quickly?”

You deadpanned. “I think the most I’ve slept in the past three days is something like three hours. I’m kind of dying.”

He chuckled. “Understandable.” His lips curled downward as his expression grew serious. “For real though, once this caffeine wears off, I want you to sleep for like, half a day, okay?”

Your fingers faltered in their typing for a moment, and your eyes briefly met his. “You don’t even know me.”

Something in his stomach churned. But I would like to, he wanted to say.

Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest with a teasing look. “Can you really blame me for being concerned? Twenty shots is more than a lot.”

You rolled your eyes at him, but he didn’t miss the way your lips twitched. “Ugh, fine.”

He bit back a laugh. “Fine is good enough for me.”

You returned back to typing, squinting harshly at the glare from your screen as you mouthed some of the words you had written. His eyes darted to the clock once more and blinked in surprise. Was there really only fifteen minutes left until closing? He hoped you could finish in time.

Sapnap turned and bit the inside of his cheek, the cogs in his head churning. I feel like I’m forgetting to do something. An image of the water you had tracked into the café flashed through his mind, and he found himself eyeing the mop and bucket sitting by the corner where he had left it nearly an hour prior.

Do I really want to wipe the floor again? He paused for a long moment. Not really. He thought of the streaky puddle left in your wake one last time, then shook his head. Ah, whatever. George has the opening shift tomorrow—it’s a him problem, now.

A soft yell broke him out of his thoughts. “Hell yeah!”

He lifted his head in time to see you close your laptop screen, a wide grin stretched across your face. “Did you finish?”

You flopped onto the table, letting out a relieved groan. “Yes, finally. I thought I was never going to be done.”

He opened his mouth to respond when your face suddenly scrunched up. Before he could ask if you were okay, you ducked your face into the bend of your elbow, a sneeze escaping your lips. Sapnap’s heart leapt at the sound.

Cute—your sneeze was cute.

His lips quirked up at you as he sent you a worried glance. “You cold?”

You wiped at your nose, shivering a little. “A bit, yeah.” You offered him a lopsided smile. “The rain kind of did a number on me.”

He fiddled with his keys in his pocket, gulping. “I’m, uh, gonna close up in a few minutes. Did you want me to give you a ride back to your place?” He paused for a moment, then quickly added, “I promise I’m not a creep.”

Your laugh made him want to dance. “Oh, yes please.” Suddenly, your smile dimmed, and you curled back a bit. “You—you won’t mind if I get your car a little wet, will you?”

Sapnap stared at you and your dripping clothes, something tugging inside his chest. If it was Clay or George asking, he’d probably kill them if they even attempted to get into his car while soaking wet.

But for some reason, the way you looked at him with your wet hair sticking to your face and a hopeful glimmer in your eyes made his heart skip a beat.

“Not at all.”

“George wanted me to tell you that you suck.”

He turned, feigning an innocent look. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Clay sent him an amused look. “Something about a puddle? And that you’re a huge prick for not wiping it up for him.”

Sapnap rolled his eyes. “He’s just being whiny. I was stuck by myself yesterday because you bailed on me.”

Clay gaped at him. “I had a presentation and you literally let me go! That’s a valid reason!”

When Sapnap only gave him a levelled stare in response, he sighed. “I’m here now, okay? I’ll even man cash for you so you can just do the easy clean-up stuff, too.”

Sapnap grumbled but didn’t protest. “C’mon, man.” Clay leaned over to gently prod his shoulder. “I bet you today’s closing shift is better than last night’s!”

He waved a hand dismissively, focusing his attention back on the order he was working on. “Sure, sure.”

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Clay was right about one thing—today’s shift was better already. It wasn’t raining like crazy again, and the café wasn’t completely deserted. Well, you were there yesterday, but he had already accepted that the two of you probably wouldn’t interact again. It’s not like you were a regular or something.

He was vaguely aware of the door opening, the chimes tinkling like bells as it swung open and shut. Footsteps approached the counter as he pushed some stray trash into the garbage can, not particularly paying any attention. That was when a familiar voice spoke up.

“Can I get an extra large latte, please?”

Sapnap froze then whipped around, eyes wide as he took in the sight of you standing in front of the cash register. Before Clay could even confirm your order, he blurted out, “[Y/N]? You’re back?”

You grinned at him from the other side of the counter, your wallet in hand. “I like coffee, okay? And you’re not too shabby of a barista.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “‘Not too shabby’? Rude.”

You giggled, tapping your credit card on the PIN machine. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I did mostly want to say thanks for the other night, since you are pretty great, Sapnap.” Your eyes flashed. “But...”

“...but?” he prompted.

“But,” you said, grinning teasingly, “you might cement yourself as my favourite barista if I maybe got a free snack.”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “A free snack, you say?”

Your smile widened. “Yes, sir.”

Sapnap paused, cocking his head. “I’ll... keep that in mind. Go ahead and grab a seat for the time being though, alright?”

You nodded in assent and slid into the bar stool you had sat in the night prior, pulling out your laptop once more. Once you were out of earshot, Clay leaned over to Sapnap. “You know ‘em?” he asked.

Sapnap couldn’t help but smile a little. “Yeah—[Y/N] is kind of the reason why George thinks I’m a prick, right now.”

“Nah,” he said, “George knows you’re a prick. He just thinks you’re being particularly prick-y today.”

Sapnap playfully pushed him away with a shove. “Screw off.”

Clay didn’t even flinch, only wheezing under his breath as he greeted the next person in line. Sapnap rolled his eyes again as he grabbed an extra large cup from the stack, his hands moving like clockwork as he poured in some freshly brewed espresso and frothed milk. Making a regular latte was infinitely faster than making one with twenty shots, to say the least, and practically no time had passed before he was walking over to your seat.

“One extra large latte for [Y/N],” he said, sliding the cup onto the space next to your laptop with ease, one hand tucked behind his back.

Your face lit up. “Thank y—”

“And,” he suddenly added, pulling his other arm out to reveal a pastry, “one chocolate croissant.” He gave you a sly wink as he held it in front of you. “On the house, as requested.”

Your smile fell. “Oh, wait, no. I was joking. You don’t actually have to—”

“Shh,” he whispered, dangling the croissant in front of your face, “just take it. No one else is going to buy it anyway. Consider this thanks for yesterday’s tip.”

You gingerly took the croissant from his hands, your cheeks growing warm. “Okay, fine.” You held the pastry up to your lips, sinking your teeth in and beginning to chew. Your eyes widened in shock as you swallowed. “Oh, wow. This is really good.”

He placed his hands on his hips triumphantly. “Aren’t you glad you took it, now?”

Sticking your tongue out at him, you took another bite. “Thanks, Sapnap. Seriously, what would I do without you?”

He shrugged. “I dunno, actually be well-rested instead of chugging caffeine?”

“For the record,” you pointed out with a slight glare, “I did sleep for like half the day like you asked me to, but now I’m behind on everything.”

He cocked his brows at you. “So, you’re just sticking around to finish some stuff, again?”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Yeah—the wifi at my place sucks and my roommate hogs all the bandwidth, plus you guys are open later than the library, soooo.....”

You gestured vaguely, and he nodded in sympathy, crossing his arms over his chest. “Makes sense.”

He could have let the conversation die there, could have just gone back to wiping down the tables and cleaning up after Clay. But instead, he found himself slipping into the seat next to you, curiosity nibbling away at his restraint.

“I don’t think I ever asked,” he said, resting his hand on his chin, “but what are you studying?”

You grinned at him, his ears growing warm as you began telling him about your major. You asked him about his and what he wanted to do after graduation, and it didn’t take long before the two of you slipped into casual conversation, almost as if you were old friends. While he did have to go take some orders every once in a while, he was mostly able to chat with you while the both of you worked. It was nice—spending time with you was nice.

And it seemed like his heart agreed, too.

The ringing of the door chimes made Sapnap raise his head. He opened his mouth to give the official café greeting before closing it, a fond smile overtaking his features. “Hey, cutie.”

You grinned back at him as you strode up to the counter. “Hey, loser.”

He pretended to wince at your words, clutching his chest in mock hurt. “Ouch.”

You stuck your tongue out at him, your lips curling up as you dug a hand into your bag. “Kidding. Can I get a—”

“Extra large latte with a normal number of espresso shots,” he finished expertly, reaching around to push a cup onto the space in front of you. When you didn’t say anything, your wallet balanced delicately in the palm of your hand, he coughed awkwardly. “I know your order.”

You stared at him in utter shock. “You do?”

He pretended that his lungs didn’t feel like they were on fire. “Y-Yeah.”

A smile tugged at your lips, and you opened up your wallet. “I wish I had a memory as good as yours, Sapnap.” You pulled at out a ten dollar bill and slapped it onto the counter, grabbing your coffee with the other. “Thank you so much, and keep the change, okay?” You took a step back, sending him an apologetic look. “I have to get going, but you’re the best.”

He picked up the bill, waggling it in front of his face. “I know.”

You paused, tastefully adding as you turned, “...loser.”

“Hey!”

You laughed at him while you bounded out of the café, and he felt his irritation die in his chest, something blossoming in its stead. “Kidding!”

As the door swung shut behind you, he sighed, a dreamy haze filling his mind. Weeks had passed since you two had first met, and he could feel himself falling harder and harder. He always knew that he wanted to get to know you better, but now that feeling had grown tenfold. There was something so subtle and real about everything you did—about the way you talked and laughed, about the way you pointed and smiled.

He wondered how much more of you he hadn’t seen, and he wondered if you’d show him.

A voice ripped him out of his thoughts. “Are you gonna snap out of it anytime soon?”

He turned, blinking back to reality. “What?”

George stared back at him with paused lips. “Sapnap, you’ve been spaced out for two minutes.”

Clay turned to look at them both. “You look like you just had some big revelation or something. Are you good?”

Sapnap opened his mouth, then closed it, feeling a lump forming in his throat. As much as he ragged on them for being reckless and stupid, Clay and George were his best friends, and they deserved to know what was going on.

Was this going to go poorly? Probably.

But was he going to do it anyways? 

Unfortunately, yes.

“Guys.” He sucked in a deep breath, squeezing his fists by his side as he looked up. “I like [Y/N].”

There was a beat of silence, and Sapnap felt the anxiety well up inside him. They were totally about to flame him, weren’t they?

The two of them shared a look, then Clay turned to him. “We know.”

Sapnap blinked. “You knew?” he said slowly. “Both of you?”

George bobbed his head, cocking a brow at him. “Um, yeah? It’s kind of obvious.”

Sapnap gaped, sputtering. “H-How? In what way?”

George opened his mouth when Clay raised a hand, silencing him as a wide grin stretched across his face. His green eyes brimming with mischief, he sidled up to Sapnap’s side, slinging an arm around his shoulder. “Hey, George,” he said, “watch this.”

He leaned close to Sapnap’s ear, and whispered just loud enough for all three of them to hear. “[Y/N].”

Almost instantaneously, Sapnap felt his heartbeat speed up as George’s jaw dropped. “Oh my god. Look at his ears.”

While Clay pulled away and let out a loud wheeze, clutching at his chest, Sapnap’s hands slammed over his ears, hiding them from view. “Do not look at my ears.”

Gasping for air, Clay managed to choke out between shaky breaths, “He’s blushing!”

“No, I’m not!”

“Are—” Wheeze. “—Are too!”

“No—”

“You totally are.”

“George, shut the fu—”

“Alright, ladies, you’re both pretty,” Clay suddenly cut in, clapping his hands. “If you two would stop bickering, then we can actually address the issue at hand, here.”

“Which is that Sapnap is a hopeless simp?” George prompted.

Clay nodded. “Which is that Sapnap is a hopeless simp.”

Sapnap scowled. “I am not hopeless, and I am also not a simp.”

Clay tucked a hand under his chin. “Well, we’re going to make sure you’re not hopeless.” A devilish glint shined in his gaze. “Not for much longer, that is.”

Sapnap swallowed. This couldn’t be good.

“Wait,” George said, furrowing his brows, “what about the simp part?”

Clay blinked. “Oh, no. He can stay that. We’re just going to make him confess.”

Sapnap, who had been staring in stunned silence up until this point, blinked for a moment, then frowned. “Wait a second, you’re going to what?”

Clay leaned forward, patting his shoulder reassuringly. “Trust me, buddy. Everything is going to be just fine.”

With that, Sapnap’s frown only deepened.

Everything was going to be just awful.

Sapnap swallowed anxiously as he slid another cup across the counter toward the pick-up station, George dutifully picking it up as he read out another name. Sapnap had half the mind to realize that they really shouldn’t have let George be the one to read the names, especially when he was so garbage at it, but the other half didn’t particularly care. It was far too preoccupied thinking about one thing and one thing only.

Well, two things actually.

You and his confession.

The plan was simple in theory, at least, but in practice? He had no clue. He’d had it prepared for days now, but he had yet to see you, and he was pretty sure he was slowly going insane.

“Just calm down,” Clay had told him. “Like I said, you’re going to be fine.”

As much as he trusted him, Sapnap didn’t believe him for one second, and he was pretty sure Clay knew it. If he did, he didn’t say anything, but oh boy, could Sapnap see it in his eyes.

Just then, the familiar sound of chimes and footsteps filled the air, and Sapnap felt his anxiety spike.

You were here.

Taking a moment to breathe and calm himself, he casually began to wipe down the counter before him, dragging damp rag across the countertop. At the same time, he felt his heart hopelessly trying not to and failing to skip a beat at the sight of your weary face. “Mornin’, [Y/N],” he greeted.

You didn’t bother to say a greeting back before you flopped into your usual seat, letting out one long groan. “Uuuggghhhh.”

A flicker of fondness filled his heart. “Rough week?” he prompted, his hand slowing down as he wiped away a small stain.

You groaned again in reply, rubbing at your temples. “Oh, you have no idea. My profs have just been unbelievably infuriating, and I feel like I’m constantly on the verge of a mental breakdown.”

He reached over to pat your shoulder, nodding sympathetically. “I get that—sometimes it’s like they forget you have other classes.”

Your head shot up, your face twisted into a pout. “I know right? Like, give me a break!” You slumped forward, your cheek pressed against the table. “I just want to take a nap.”

He smiled fondly at you. God, you are so cute. “Did you want a latte?” he offered. “The usual?”

You paused for a moment, thinking, then shook your head. “Caffeine is only going to make me even more stressed, and I don’t think I can handle anymore.”

He hummed in understanding, then turned. He quickly grabbed something off the shelf behind him before sliding it over the counter to you. “I know it won’t make your week any easier,” he said, “but here. It might make you feel a little better.”

You perked up at that, raising your head to eye the napkin-wrapped item in front of you. Pulling back the soft tissue, your eyes lit up. “A chocolate croissant!”

He turned away with a soft smile. “Your favourite, right?”

You sunk forward, your gaze dazzling in the midday sun. “Because of you.”

He nearly choked on his spit as he whirled, only to see you pulling back the napkin to take a bite. Sometimes, you really spoke without thinking, and it sent his head absolutely spinning.

You sighed as you sunk your teeth into the flaky dough, your eyes fluttering shut. Chewing away as you leisurely swung your legs, you glanced up at him. “Hey,” you murmured, “what time is it, right now?”

“It’s, uh—” His gaze darted to the clock on the other side of the wall. “—ten to eleven.”

Your eyes shot wide open, swallowing the bite you took as your jaw dropped. “Oh, shoot. I’m gonna be late. I have a class at eleven and it’s on the other side of campus.”

Sapnap’s expression mirrored yours. “Oh, shoot,” he parroted.

You nodded as you slid off the seat, scrambling to slid your bag onto your shoulders as you spoke in a hurried frenzy. “Okay I have to get going but thanks so much for the snack Sapnap you’re the best and um I really appreciate it but I, um, I have t—”

“[Y/N],” he said abruptly, and you fell silent, your voice dying in your mouth. His gaze was soft as he gestured to the front of the café. “You’re gonna be late.”

You didn’t waste another second to turn on your heel and scramble to the front. “Thank you!” you called out behind you one last time as you pushed past the entrance and rushed down the busy street.

The moment the door fell shut once more, Sapnap nearly collapsed against the counter, gripping onto the granite for dear life. “Clay,” he said, turning his head to send his best friend a shaky smile full of nothing but anxiety, “I’m gonna die.”

“You are not going to die,” Clay said immediately, walking over to pull Sapnap up from the counter. He clapped him on the shoulder, looking him dead in the eyes. “Like I said, you are going to be just fine. Don’t lose your head over it.”

Sapnap whipped his head up, grabbing his shoulders. “This is probably the worst confession I have ever tried to make in my life,” he said bluntly, his tone clipped with anxiety. “No, wait—this is the worst confession I have ever tried to make in my life.”

Just then, the back room door swung open to reveal a very tired-looking George who sighed with a bag of coffee beans tucked  securely in his arms. “Okay, pack it up, lover boy,” he muttered, tilting his head at Sapnap. “You’re on break, now.”

Sapnap didn’t even bother to come up with a witty retort, simply letting go of Clay’s shoulders with a quiet whine before sliding into the back room, his shoulders slumped over. As he walked past, Clay leaned back against the countertop, a curious grin dancing on his lips. “You think [Y/N] will even see it?”

George grimaced, setting the bag down on the table. “I hope so. Otherwise Sapnap here is going to die of embarrassment, and I am never going hear the end of it.”

From the back, a muffled groan rang out. Clay and George’s eyes met once more as they let out another sigh.

They really, really hoped so.

How you made it to class on time with two whole minutes to spare, you’d never know.

You collapsed into the nearest available seat with a massive sigh, the air rushing out of your lungs all at once. Maybe you should try out for the track team like your roommate keeps telling you to.

With a tired smile, you sat up, pulling out your laptop from your bag and setting your half eaten croissant on the table in front of you. You were just about to open your laptop when a smudge of black on the pristine white of your napkin caught your attention. You narrowed your eyes, lifting up the croissant to see even more of it.

There’s something written on it...?

Curiously, you found yourself unfolding the napkin, gasping at what you saw. A sprawling string of text littered the thin paper, all written in a familiar sharpie ink.

hey, [y/n]—if you’re reading this then thank god that means you actually kept the napkin and didn’t throw it out or something. super long story short, i like hanging out with you and would love to get to know you better, so here’s my number XXX-XXX-XXXX and also i like you a latte and also i like you a lot :)

You snorted, your cheeks burning up with bashful glee. Even though he crossed it out, you could still read the pick-up line he had jotted down. It was so very like him to get embarrassed and scrap it last minute. There was something endearing about it, really.

Cute, you thought to yourself, something warm and hazy wrapping around your heart. You dug your hand into your pocket, slipping out your phone. Very, very cute.

A few minutes later, a notification lit up Sapnap’s phone. Swiping his finger across the screen, he found himself stating at a message from an unknown number. His eyes darted over the words on his screen, widening. A yell suddenly flew from his lips, and George yelped as he nearly poured some espresso on his hand.

“Sapnap,” he hissed, whipping around with a glare, slamming the cup down on the counter, “what the he—”

He fell silent as he saw the wide grin stretched across Sapnap’s face, his eyes practically glowing with joy. Before he could even ask, Sapnap shoved the phone in his face, six words printed across the screen in black text.

i like you a latte, too :)

[purple-dahlias]

“What’s the point?” for recovering!au?

thank you for the request! sorry this has taken such a long time to get out,  but it’s here now! 

trigger warning for eating disorders, relapse and hospitals  

“You heading for the OR?” Connor asks, falling into step beside Ava as they exit the lifts together.

“Yep,” confirms Ava. “Got another CABG scheduled. Been almost practically back to back all afternoon. How about you?”

“Surprisingly, I’m free now. Patient cancellation.”

“Lucky you,” Ava grins as her phone pings in her pocket.

Taking it out, her eyes scan the notification, smile dying on her lips.

“Ava?” Connor asks, concern filling his voice as he eyes the expression on Ava’s face.

“It’s Sarah,” she manages, the words heavy in her mouth. “She collapsed in the ED.”

“Again?” Connor remembers the last time this happened, a little over four months ago.

Ava nods, knowing exactly what Connor is thinking. “I have to go,” she says finally. “Could you—“

Connor doesn’t let her finish her sentence.

“Go,” he says, placing a hand over her shoulder. “I’ll take your surgery.”

“Thank you,” Ava whispers, gratitude in her eyes as Connor waves her thanks away, nudging her gently back in the direction of the lifts.

“Let me know how she’s doing, yeah?” She hears him call as she steps into the lift, anxiety filling every inch of her.

The last three or so weeks had been insanely busy, for both Ava and Sarah, what with the way their shifts had worked out. It had meant in the end the two had always ended up missing each other, with one leaving as the other arrived, or one returning when the other was preparing to go. And with that, there had been little communication, other than perhaps a passing hello in the corridor, a kiss goodbye, or a hug before having to get out of bed at some ungodly hour. So having this knowledge, and with what she had just learnt, Ava knew this was a red flag. She knows almost exactly why Sarah had collapsed, and it’s hard for her not to blame herself.

Maybe, she thinks, if she had made more of an effort to ask, had paid more attention, had passed over some of her surgeries or post-ops to Connor, anything so that she could have been there more, she might have seen the signs.

She hopes, oh how she hopes she is wrong, and that this is completely unrelated, and that she is blowing this out of proportion, that there is some other, alternative reason.

But she just can’t shake the sick feeling that pools in her stomach as she exits the lifts beyond the Emergency Department.

She’s wracking her brain, trying to think of any rhyme or reason why this could have happened, if indeed it is what she thinks it is: the thought she just can’t seem to rid her mind of, the one that she keeps coming back to.

“Where is she, Maggie?” Ava asks, on seeing the charge nurse.

“Treatment four,” she hears, and doesn’t stick around for any more, heading straight there, heart beating at what she knows is well beyond the normal rate.

Ava pulls back the curtain to find April adjusting an IV line, while Natalie scrolls through what must be Sarah’s test results on her iPad, concern written across her face.

But her eyes fall on Sarah, lying there, looking so small and frail in her hospital gown.

“What happened?” Ava demands, and April leads her outside, just beyond the curtain, with Natalie following.

“Natalie called her down for a consult. Things were okay until she collapsed right there in front of the patient. Scared us all half to death,” April informs her softly.

“You might want to see these,” Natalie says, and Ava doesn’t miss the sadness in her tone as Natalie hands her the tablet.

It’s just what she had thought they would show, and Ava shakes her head, blinking back tears as she sees how much damage had been done, how much progress had been reversed in just 3 short weeks.

“According to her charts it looks like she’s missed her last two appointments with Dr Richardson. Did you know things were bad with her?” Natalie asks, a hand to Ava’s shoulder, and Ava feels like the worst person in the world.

“No,” she hears herself say, though it doesn’t sound at all like her voice.

This is all your fault. If you had paid more attention, this wouldn’t have happened.

“Ava,” she hears Natalie, noting how the doctor had switched to the voice she often heard her use with paediatric patients. “None of this is your fault.”

It’s as though she can read her mind.

“But it is. Sarah is supposed to be my responsibility,” Ava hates the way her voice sounds, broken, as she runs a hand through her hair.

“Some things you can’t control,” April says beside her. Ava knows she means well, but it’s all just wrong and backwards. Because for Sarah, this was all about control. Ironic, really.

“For now,” Natalie begins, that coaxing voice back, “you should just be with her.”

Ava just nods, letting the curtain fall behind her as April and Natalie take their leave.

She takes a shuddering breath and drags the stool to Sarah’s bedside, where she sits, taking hold of the thin, limp hand of her girlfriend.

“Ava?” Comes a voice, weak beside her, and Ava swears that if she wasn’t a cardiothoracic surgeon, she would have thought her heart had stopped.

“I’m right here, Sarah,” Ava tells her, squeezing her hand gently.

“Where am I?” Sarah asks, a little groggily.

“In the ED. April said you fainted.”

“Oh,” returns Sarah, her voice small, panic filling her face as she notices the IV line in her hand.

“Hey, hey, relax,” Ava croons, taking hold of both Sarah’s hands when she sees how distressed she is. “It’s just some fluids to help give you your strength back. You need them, okay bokkie,” Ava continues, using the pet name.

“No, I don’t! What’s the point?” Sarah cries out, every word punctuated with an agony that pierces Ava’s very soul.

“Nothing I do will work and I’m just so tired. I’m a psychiatrist. I know this is bad! I shouldn’t be having this problem. Ava you know I try, but…” Sarah trails off, and Ava can’t help but notice the way Sarah runs a finger over her clavicle, a subconscious habit she had.

“Sarah, I can’t even begin to imagine how hard this must be for you,” Ava begins after a pause. “But—“

“Then don’t,” Sarah grits out, harshly, cutting Ava off. “Please, Ava, just go,” Sarah practically begs, bunching up the thin bed sheets and turning to face away from her.

Ava sits there, a few moments longer, until it becomes clear that this won’t be going anywhere, that Sarah isn’t ready to talk.

Twisting her hands, she lets out a sigh she hopes is mostly silent.

“Okay,” she says, willing the heaviness in her voice not to be too pronounced. Ava stands and moves to adjust Sarah’s pillow just how she likes it, the only way she can think of right now to give Sarah a little more comfort. “But Sarah,” Ava gently tells her, “I’m here for you, okay. No matter what. Please know that.”

There’s no response. Not even a shift in the bedsheets. And if the machine monitoring Sarah’s vitals wasn’t still beeping quietly in the background, well, Ava doesn’t want to give much rise to that particular thought.

With a final kiss to the top of Sarah’s head, a last attempt to let her know she is here, Ava turns to leave, drawing the curtains back around Sarah.

“Well?” Natalie asks her from her position at the nursing station, breaking away from a conversation with Maggie.

Ava just shakes her head. She doesn’t know quite what to say. What does one say? Besides, Ava really doesn’t wan to have to talk right now. With anyone. All she can think about is how much she had let Sarah down. How she should have been paying attention. And now she couldn’t even get Sarah to talk, much less get to the bottom of what triggered this.

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It’s windy up on the balcony, and the evening is drawing in as Ava stares out onto the city of Chicago, a hundred thousand lights twinkling below. There’s still no more word from Sarah herself. Only that Ava can gather loud and clear she wants to be left alone. Which is especially hard to know.

“Hey,” a voice says beside her, making Ava jump. The fact she didn’t even hear him coming is a telltale sign something is wrong. Ava normally never misses anything.

“Your CABG went off without a hitch,” he begins lightly, trying to gauge Ava’s mood.

“Wish I could say the same about other things,” Ava deadpans, staring off into the distance, her focus on nothing in particular.

“How’s Sarah?” Connor frowns, leaning against the railing.

“Nat messaged to say she’s being transferred up to a bed to stay overnight for observation. She still doesn’t want to see me.” It comes out a little cold, detached. And honestly, Ava’s just feeling more than a little numb right now, so that assessment it’s about right.

“She’ll come ‘round,” Connor assures, putting an arm around Ava, who leans into him.

“Ooh my ears are burning,” comes a familiar voice from behind.

“Oh, hey Nat,” Ava manages a weak, sort of washed-out smile.

“How are you holding up?”

How was she? How did one answer that? How was someone dealing with all of this supposed to be?

Connor’s phone buzzes, breaking the silence.

“It’s Latham,” he says, checking.

“You’d better go,” Ava tells him, grateful for the diversion.

“It’s gonna be okay, Aves. You’re gonna get through this. You both are.”

“Thanks,” Ava sniffs as Connor pulls her into a tight hug, wanting desperately to believe his every word.

And then he’s gone.

“How’s Sarah,” Ava asks, eyes trained on the spot Connor had just vacated. She’s almost afraid to hear the answer.

“Pretty much the same. I’ve paged Dr Charles though. I hope you don’t mind?”

Ava shakes her head sadly. “Maybe he’ll have better luck than me.”

“Oh, Ava,” Natalie hums, holding her close, up there on the balcony. She doesn’t even care that Nat is probably using some of the tactics she uses on kids down in the ED. Because all Ava wants to do is believe things will be okay.

“How about I drive you back to yours so we can grab some things for Sarah?” Natalie suggests, filling the silence, smoothing Ava’s hair.

Ava agrees with a small nod. That seems like a logical suggestion. And in any case, she’s not sure she should be driving herself anywhere right now.

“Great,” Natalie says softly, her arms still safely around Ava. “And Ava, I promise you: everything will work out. It may not seem like it right now, but it will.”

There’s a fierceness in her voice, and Ava just clings to her. She wants to believe her. Wants it to be true with her whole heart. Because it has to be.

[glassartpeasants]

Heartbreaker

Dabi x Reader

Warnings: Angst

A/N: Literally at this point my entire tumblr is just angst so far...

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You sat at the LoV’s hideout waiting for your boyfriend Dabi to return. You sat on the couch with Toga and Magne talking about the latest trends while laughing.

After you started dating Dabi he didn’t want you in his work business even though you knew what he did. So once you told him that you knew, he just decided to show you around. And hence why you meet Toga, Magne, Spinner, Kurogiri and Shigaraki. You usually only talk to Toga though.

‘He said he would be back around 3pm its 6pm, where is he?’ You thought to yourself as you looked at the clock annoyed at your late boyfriend. It was the second time he missed out on a important event for you! 

Today wax your birthday and he didn’t even say happy birthday to you, hell you havent seen him all day! HE was suppose to meet you here at 3 so you guys can go hang out together.

That obviously didn’t go as planned, as you were still here and Dabi was nowhere to be found.

“Hey don’t seem so down (y/n)! Im sure he just got stuck in traffic that’s all!” Spinner said trying to calm your tense being. But the thing is,

Dabi doesn’t drive.

“Yeah i guess im just overreacting...” You said trying to hide your sadness.

“But he should have been here by now! He promised (y/n)!” Toga exclaimed from her seat on the couch.

“She has a point...” You hear Shigaraki’s gravely voice tell you from the bar top. You look at him for a sec before sighing and calling it a night.

“So earlier?” Magne question as you walked out the door.

“Yeah im just not feeling well...” Well everyone knew that was a lie, but didn’t push it any further knowing you were already pissed as it is.

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You sat at your dining room table looking at your walmart bought cupcake which you had stuck a candle in. The flame moving around slowly as you stared at it. Your house was eerily quiet as you were the only one home. You took one good look at the candle and breathed deeply before making your wish,

“I wish my boyfriend wasn’t such an asshole.” You said as you blew the candle out. You grab the candle and pull it out from the cupcake so you could take a bite.

“At least i got the expensive ones...” You said as the taste of red velvet covered your mouth. You got up and went over to your room so you could sit on the bed and watch some movies on your laptop. 

You opened Netflix and scrolled through all they movies they had to offer. Which was mostly rom-cons and sad movies. But there were some horror which you took a better look at; they had all these sort of monster movies, paranormal, and just murder movies. You looked around and choose (favorite horror movie here).

You got ready by having some popcorn, blankets, the rest of the walmart cupcakes and your little string of Christmas lights you having hanging around your room.

“Okay show tim-” You were interrupted by a knock on the door. You sighed knowing who would be on the other end of it. You got up from your little homemade cocoon, and walked towards the door. you put up the little chain on the door in case it wasn’t Dabi. You open the door silently and it was indeed Dabi.

Well a drunk Dabi. 

“What are you doing here Dabi?” You said as you tried to hide the anger that was slowly bubbling up inside you.

“I-I came to ch-check up on y-you!” He hiccuped through the entire sentence. A small giggle in his voice.

“Im fine now go away!” You said trying to shut the door but he put his foot in it.

“Come o-on! I came to ha-hang here f-for your birthday!” He said pouting. You turn around to look at the time, 9pm.

“You said you would hang out with me at 3 Dabi! That was 6 hours ago.” You said with a layer of poison in your words.

“Sh-shit really?” He said picking up his phone and checking on the time, seeing you were right.

“O-oh my bad, haha, i was to b-busy drinking a-at the h-hideout!” Well that was a huge lie.

“Really now?” You said through gritted teeth.

“Y-yep!”

“Huh funny considering i was there all day.” You said as Dabi’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights.

“Yeah, so mind telling me where you really were?” You said as you could not contain your anger much longer.

“Well I-I...” You stop him before he can continue.

“I dont want to hear it Dabi, this isn’t the first time you lied to me and it isn’t the last am i correct?! Do you know how much it hurts me to see that my boyfriend doesn’t even care enough to come by and celebrate my birthday?!” You said as tears threatened to spill down your face.

“Im s-sorry (y/n).” You looked at him with a glare when you noticed a paticular red marks that were barely cover by his white shirt.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE?!” You yelled at the scarred male. He looked down and saw the hickeys that covered his chest then back up at you and immediately tried to explain what they were doing there.

“A-are you cheating on me Dabi?” You said as your tone cracked as your tears now spilling down your face.

“What! No! I-” He stopped himself right there before looking at the ground.

“Im sorry (y/n)..” He said looking down. You kicked his foot from the door and slammed the door in his face. Tears covering your eyes as you ran to your room and cried into your pillow completely forgetting about your little movie night setup.

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About a week has past since your little fight with Dabi. He showed no sign of coming to talk about what happened that night. Good, you couldn’t bare to look at him knowing he had cheated on you. Anger filled ever vein in your body. 

“Stupid Dabi breaking my heart...” You grumbled under your breath as you walked on the sidewalk on your way to go grab some food. You were a mixture of hurt and anger. 

As you walked down the sidewalk a herd of people came running at you. You tried to move out of the way, only bumping into a few people. You turn to see what they were frightened about and didn’t see anything util a bright blue flame popped into sight.

“Shit Dabi.” You run through the crowd bumping into people on the way there. You got to where you found the flame arising. 

“Crap what do i do now?!” You run towards him as he spit fire from his palms in every direction. Before you could even say anything a bright blue hurled it’s self at you.

You let out a scream as the flame engulfed your body. Burning your skin to the max. You fall to the ground passing out from the unbearable pain that you had just faced. 

Your body was almost burnt to a crisp until the blue flame stopped and you hear manic footsteps running your way screaming your name. Your eyes letting out the only tears that they could produce as you felt your limp body get held up by two hands.

“Come on come on! What were you thinking?!” You heard the familiar panicked voice. You tried to talk but the only thing that came out were groans of pain. Your eyes closed as you could feel your body slowly shutting down.

“Hey! Hey! Open your eyes Damnit!” You could feel his panting breath against your burning skin, still sizzling from the heat. Your body to weak to open your eyes as breathing became almost to painful to do.

“Im sorry okay! Now stop! Don’t leave god damnit!” His voice was cracking as he looked at your limp body knowing he was the cause of all your pain.

“If i could take back what i did i would! Just please don’t leave me...” His voice quiet so only you could hear, a vulnerable state evident in his voice.

Your breathing was slowly but surely coming to a stop as you whole body went completely lifeless in his arms. You took one last final breathe before a coat of darkness surrounds you.

[shinobirain24]

Seed of the Lotus

17-year-old Li Ren is practicing his archery skills. As a student of Haven Academy, he has raven hair with a grey streak that matches his eyes. Streaks on the hair is hereditary in the Ren Family. In the school courtyard for where he was practicing, there were female students watching him in awe. Some of the male students have looked up to him for his calm manner and greater achievements. Others however, are jealous and tried to bested him.

“Oh my gosh, Li is so handsome, and much agile.” One girl whispered. But Li ignored them and walks away as he was finished. But they didn’t care. “No one can be more handsomer than Saturn!” Another female student adds.

“Come on you guys, this isn’t a model contest.” Indeed, Li is good friends with a blue-haired student, Saturn Vasilias, a model student who has a semblance to control water. He was passing by until he saw Li. “Are those girls giving you a hard time, Li?” Asked Saturn. Li didn’t look back, but sighs in response. “Not that I thought of it. I just needed to focus in order to take over as head of my family.” Said Li.

“When are you going to let yourself loose for once? At this rate you won’t sleep much.” Saturn has a point, Li has been friendly towards others, but deep down he was hardened for the ways of his training. Although his father, Liu Ren, is a caring father, he wants what’s best for his children. “You don’t understand, Saturn. All my life, I didn’t have a choice. My father says that the world of Remnant isn’t a place for a child. That’s why he took me and Mai under his wing for the past 16 years. And here I am.” 

Saturn then glances at where he was facing through the window from their dorm and noticed Li is staring at a girl their age. She has dusk-colored hair and magenta eyes. Li couldn’t take his eyes off of her, as her beauty have triggered his heart to beat. She wasn’t a student at Haven, but she was said to be the admiral’s daughter in Mistral. Saturn smirked at him as he sees the eyes sparkled in him. “Uh oh, I see what’s going on.” He smug. Li then shook his head and turned away.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He denied. But then Saturn looked through his binoculars to spy on the girl. “An Shen, the daughter of Admiral Shen from Mistral. She’s beautiful, am I right?” Li turned back and snatches the binoculars. “Saturn, that’s rude to spy on people!” He scolded as he stretches his arm far apart to keep them away from Saturn as he reaches to get them back.

“Hey it was just one little peek!” He yells. Then Li gives them back. Saturn then puts away the binoculars and pats his shoulder. “You should talk to her, man. I mean, I can see for the way she looks at you.” Li lowered his head in deep thoughts. He was in denial to have been crushing on An the moment they laid eyes on each other. Just as An looks back at Li, she smiles and Li’s face reddened, he nervously waves back. And then jerked away. “Yep, every time you two look at each other, you always have that face. Seriously, go talk to her man. You never know when you guys can date, get married, and-” Li cuts Saturn off as he gets too further of dating.

“Okay, okay, I get it. Just please stop!” Li waved his hands. He took a deep breathe to regain his composure. Li was never one to reveal too much emotions. But he still has a kind heart, as others would call him, the “soft archer.” 

“Saturn, I have a duty to hold. As much as I want to. I can’t. I am already engaged to the daughter of another clan.” He said.

“Come on, Li, have you even met this gal before?” He asked. Li shook his head in silence. “That’s a sign that you don’t like her at all. After all, it’s like a political marriage. And then a moment later, you’ll see how boring this fiance of yours would be. All I’m saying is just let yourself loose, just because your dad have arranged your life, doesn’t give him the right to choose for you. My advise to you, let yourself loose.” He said. Saturn then hears the vibrate of his scroll and checks to see that his girlfriend, Lydia, is calling him.

“Oh, got to take this.” Saturn then takes the call and left the dorm room. “Hey, babe!” Holding up his scroll up to his ear. Li then turns back to the window to find An gone. In his mind, he was wondering whether or not leading the clan is all he ever wanted. He finds his twin sister, Mai, more suitable to be the next head of the family. As she was far more dedicated to combat and weaponry. Later on, he spars with his sister in the courtyard. He’s been parrying her punches, form the head to the shoulder.

As hesitant as Li was, he always swifts back from her combat. Mai then sweeps her feet until in a quick second and he fell back on the ground. And then, with a light groan. Li was helped by Mai back up. But she sighs in disappointment, he has gotten too soft. “My goodness, Li. You have gotten too soft. What was that you have in mind right now?” Asked his sister, Mai.

“Mai, do you stop to think about what you want to do in life?” Asked Li. “I mean the life that Father have chosen for us, it doesn’t seem right. All along I was struggling to meet his expectations. And yet, I never thought of anything for what I want to do. In fact, I don’t think this is what I wanted.” Li sighs. Mai then turns for a moment to think. She too is a focused young-woman. Unlike Li, she is a fierce warrior with taichi swords, feared by men. Rumor has it, she scared away too many of her suitors from other clans. 

“Li, I know this is hard for us both. I too disagree with father’s methods of our future, but this is all we have. What he did what he thought what was best for us both. But we have a duty to hold, for honor for our mother.” Mai told him. Li knew she would just answer that, she will not stop to bring honor to the Ren Family. He then senses something is wrong. It was through the forest. He then rushes in to see what was happening. Mai followed.

Far into the west port terminal of Anima, Li is at the high mountains using his semblance, Shiryoki. An ability to not only see afar, but to also see through the night. As it was aldreay dark around the area. There he sees five bandits, one as a rope in his hands, tied to the girl whose hands were bound. “Keep walking, we need your father to pay up.” He snarled, forcing the girl to keep moving, as her legs keep shaking, wanting to kneel down and rest. But to no avail. As the girl to the the bandit behind her, it was An. Li knew he couldn’t stand there and watch her get dragged. He has to do something. So Li jumps into action.

Standing on a tree branch while remain hidden. He shots two arrows on one bandit by at least through the legs to keep them from running away. Then knocks out two men in front of An. Then the last bandit holding An has sprung onto the tree to find their attacker. Readying his knife to apprehend the student. Until he was smacked off the tree and slumped onto the ground. An kept walking like the bandits are still looking over her shoulder, until a voice have called her.

“Are you okay?” She looks up and it was Li. Standing through the moonlight as he shone like a guardian warrior. He smiled has given her the sense of light. “It’s okay, the bandits won’t hurt you now.” An smiled as she sighs in relief, but then feels tired of walking after the mistreatment by the bandits. Li then rushes and caught her in his arms. “Don’t worry, come on, let’s get you back home.” He then lifts An into his arms. The rule in the Ren Family is taking action as his father would say that the worst thing about taking action is not taking action at all. The advise did motivated him to help others in need.

“I’ve seen you before. You’re a student at Haven. Why did you save me? I didn’t even know you.” She asked.

“I’ll be honest. I don’t know you either. But I helped you because I wanted to. I cannot bear the thought of letting innocent people died by the hands of such evil.” Li replied. He then landed on the mountain where the shattered moon glows above them.

“Your courage is very noble. Some of the other students can be very reluctant for taking such action.” Said An.

“Believe me, I was once like that too. But as my father would told me, this is real life. As the world of Remnant was no place for children. But I wanted to make a difference for peace if I were to become a huntsman.”

“An...” She said. Li then blinked. “Huh?”

“It’s An Shen. What’s your name?”

Li took a deep breathe and takes the courage to get to know the girl he has feelings for. To see what he truly wants for his future. “My name is Li Ren.” He replied. 

[quyennie]

Worldwide Handsome

Pairing: Reader x Jin (BTS)

Word Count: 4992

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Cursing, unprotected sex, impregnation fetish, that’s about it

A/N: possible sequel (let me know if you want it); major thanks to @excindrela for being my editor and proofreader and telling me it didn’t completely suck balls

“I will never call you worldwide handsome.”

“Oh, really baby girl? Imma have you screaming worldwide handsome soon enough.”

“In your dreams,” you scoffed.

“Ha you dream of me too?”

Jin was your most annoying classmate. How did you two get partnered up for your final project? You swear your professor must’ve hated you because he knew you two didn’t get along. This was your biggest grade though so you had to pass which means you and Jin would be stuck together all semester. There was so much to do, rehearsals, practice, picking what scene of what play or movie, there was just too much and you knew Jin was just going to disagree with everything you said. You were both acting majors, so you had been putting up with him since freshman year of college since you both had to take all the same classes in order to graduate. It was now your senior year. You just had to pass this class and a couple others and then you’d be able to graduate and try to find work as an actress or at least somewhere in the world of the performing arts - you didn’t even care if you had to start out behind the scenes. Right now, you just really dreaded the idea of being stuck with Jin all semester.

“Okay, we’re stuck together. Might as well get started on the project now don’t you think?” you asked.

“Yeah, okay kitten,” he replied leaning back in his chair.

“Geez would you stop with all the pet names. I am not your baby girl or your kitten. I am y/n, and I don’t wanna deal with your bullshit all semester any more than you wanna deal with me.”

You were so annoyed. Why did he have to be your partner?

“You must really wanna deal with me then. I’m thoroughly enjoying this,” he laughed.

You had no idea how you were going to make it through the next sixteen weeks without slapping that smug ass grin off his face. Yes, he was cute, but you didn’t know how he ended up with the name “worldwide handsome;” and you just hated him for being so damn cocky about it.

“Ugh, can we just get to work. First of all, would you rather do a movie or a play to recreate?” you asked. You were starting to get a headache just from being in the presence of an arrogant snob for too long.

“You pick,” he honestly sounded sincere for once.

“Okay, I pick a play.”

“Sounds good, kit- I mean y/n” he said.

Oohhh, he almost called you kitten again. Nice save though. Maybe he wasn’t quite as bad as you thought, but he still annoyed the shit out of you.

“Which one?” you asked.

“Umm.. Shakespeare?”

Was that a question? “Yeah, Shakespeare is fine. Which one of his plays though?”

“Romeo and Juliet.” He didn’t ask but stated. There was no arguing.

You sighed, “Fine, which scene?”

“Not sure, let’s figure that out later. Would you like to meet up later for coffee so we can talk about it more? I’m so sorry, but I have somewhere I have to be.”

He sounded sincere enough, “Yeah, the café by the library fine with you?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you around 7?”

“Okay, see you then,” you still didn’t like him, but once he stopped calling you pet names, he wasn’t all that bad. Maybe it wouldn’t be so hard to get through the semester. Maybe.

“See you then…. Kitten,” he winked and walked out of the classroom.

“UGH!!!” you couldn’t help but sigh. This was definitely going to be a long semester. What were you even thinking?

You went back to your dorm to drop your books off from your other classes and to just chill for a while. It was only 4:30 and you didn’t meet Jin until 7. Two and a half hours. What were you gonna do until then? It was only a 5 minute walk to the café. You decided to catch up on your homework for one class. That only took half an hour though. Two more hours to go. You laid on the bed and closed your eyes. Why did you see Jin when you closed your eyes? You were slightly annoyed but not entirely surprised. He was very good looking- it was just that he knew he was good looking… he was so conceited! You just wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. You also wanted to scream his name while his head was buried between your thighs. This was gonna be a long semester indeed. You’d heard the stories. He was a womanizer: he would seduce you, fuck you, and be gone before you ever even realized what happened- and you refused to become just another notch in his bedpost. You wouldn’t give in to him, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t imagine doing things with him, right? You still had well over an hour and a half before you had to be at the café, so you pulled out your vibrator and went to work pleasuring yourself to the thought of Jin’s beautiful mouth sucking your swollen clit while you moaned his name. You got off so fast thinking of him. How was that even possible?

You just had to remember not to give in. Could you hold out for four whole months? Of course, you could! You needed to pass that class, not become a fucktoy for Mr. Worldwide Handsome (gag). You cleaned up and decided to take a shower so you wouldn’t walk in smelling like sex. You put your clothes on, jeans and a low cut t-shirt (who were you kidding- you liked when he looked at your boobs but you would never admit this to him) and your favorite hot pink Converse. You grabbed your phone and purse and headed out the door.

6:55. You walked into the café and looked around thinking maybe because you were early, he wouldn’t be there yet, but there he was sitting in the corner with a coffee scrolling on his phone. He looked up as the bell rang when you walked in and waved you over. Look at that smile. It’s a smile, not a smirk this time. Woah!

“Hey, you’re here!” He sounds happy about that. Maybe because he didn’t wanna look like he got stood up.

“Yep, you’re early.”

“I didn’t want you to have to wait on me. It’s okay though, I’ve only been here a couple minutes.”

“Oh okay, I was gonna feel bad if you had been waiting for a while,” You were trying to be nice since he seemed genuine right now.

“Well in that case I’ve been waiting for ages. What took you so long? Did you change clothes? Are you wearing perfume? You smell nice,” he rambled on.

“First, you just said you just got here too so..” you stuck your tongue out at him, “second, yes I changed clothes, and third, I took a shower so that explains the nice smell and the change of clothes but no perfume. I don’t care about looking nice for you- we’re not on a date or anything. We’re just here to work on our project.” Were you too harsh? Did his face falter slightly? Maybe not.

“No need to get all sensitive, but you took a shower to come meet me? Are you sure you don’t like me?”

“I didn’t do it for you. I did it for the sake of everyone. I wasn’t walking in smelling like se- sweat so I took a shower. Now I smell like a decent human being.” You almost said sex, and you’re sure he caught it. Look, that smirk’s back.

“Sex? You didn’t wanna smell like sex? Who you been fucking?”

“No one. None of your business. Can we just get started on our assignment?”

“Sure. Let’s get started,” he pulled out his computer. Shit! You knew you were forgetting something. “So, you weren’t fucking anyone, huh?” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” you were so annoyed. How could you almost say that? You knew he was gonna catch it and now he’s never gonna let you live it down.

“I’ll drop it… for now. Would you like something to drink before we start working?” he asked.

“Oh, um, yeah, let me go get something.”

“I got it. What do you want?” “Just a caramel iced coffee.”

“Alright, I’ll be right back.”

He walked away to get your drink. That was nice of him considering you two had just been bickering. You watched him, noticing how he smiled at the cashier as he ordered your drink. He had a nice smile; gorgeous, thick lips you imagined trailing kisses down your body- no, this wasn’t the time to think about that. You were here to do your assignment. Besides, you’d never let Jin know anything you thought about him.

He came back with your coffee as you were still lost in thought.

“Here’s your coffee. You good, y/n?”

“Oh, yeah,” you said snapping back to reality.

“You sure? You looked completely zoned out for a minute.” “Huh, oh, no, I’m good. Just thinking,” you answered hoping he wouldn’t ask what you were thinking about.

“What were you thinking about?”

“Just the project.”

“Didn’t seem like it but okay.”

Thank God he let it go this time. You really didn’t wanna argue with him anymore. You just wanted to get this part of the assignment done so you could go home and pull out your vibrator again. That little guy was about to get a lot of use since you had to be in close proximity to Jin all the time. If you were lucky, maybe Jin would use it on y- no, snap out of it. You’d never let him use it on you because you’d never let him know you secretly wanted to fuck his brains out.

“So, let’s decide which scene we’re gonna do. We both know Romeo and Juliet well. Star crossed lovers, kind of like us,” you glared, he backtracked, “Okay, not like us. Guess we’re only one sided. Anyways, star crossed lovers, young and reckless, but insanely in love, so much so they’d die to be together, blah blah blah, there’s so many scenes we could do, but I have one in mind. I don’t think you’ll agree to it, but I’m gonna throw it out there anyways because it also involves a lot of skill.”

“You wanna do the kissing scene, don’t you?” you asked already knowing the answer.

“Was it that obvious?” “I mean duh,” you laughed at him.

“So, what do you think?” he asked.

“Umm... I mean, it’s difficult to get everything right, and I’m not agreeing because I wanna kiss you, cuz trust me I definitely don’t, but okay, let’s try it.” Why did you agree to this so easily? I mean you do wanna kiss him so maybe there’s that or maybe you just wanted to get this night over with. Someone needs to tell this boy to stop being so cute. You hate him for it. You don’t wanna like him and his arrogant self, though he doesn’t seem so arrogant right now.

“That was way easier than I expected. You sure you don’t wanna kiss me? We could practice it right now if you want.”

“I definitely don’t wanna kiss you. How many chicks have you kissed? How many have you fucked? I’ve heard the stories. I don’t want anything to do with you more than this assignment. I think we’re done for the night. I’m gonna head home,” You had to get out of here. He was offering to kiss you in front of everyone in this café. I mean, it wasn’t very busy, but still, it was a very public place. The longer you sit here with him, the harder it gets to keep ignoring the way your pussy is throbbing to have him inside you.

He looked taken aback, “Uhh, shouldn’t we at least exchange numbers in case anything comes up and we need to let the other know?” he asked.

You exchanged numbers with him, and you were finally able to head back to your room.

*hey its jin*

*hey I literally just left*

*I know*

*what do you want jin*

*so you weren’t fucking anyone?*

*bye jin*

…

Those 3 dots were there forever. What was he writing cuz it certainly seemed like it was about to be a novel.

*I just want you to know those stories aren’t true*

*the ones you say you heard*

*I’ve kissed a lot of girls but I haven’t slept with a lot of them. They just say I did cuz it makes them seem cool. I don’t hookup with chicks unless I have feelings for them. I’m not a playboy like everyone thinks*

*okay. I wasn’t expecting that from you. Still not interested lol :P*

*whatever you say kitten*

*imma get you to admit you like me one of these days*

*you keep telling yourself that lol*

*goodnight jin*

*goodnight y/n*

Ugh, you like Jin. Kim Seokjin. Worldwide Handsome. Still never calling him that. He’s not worldwide handsome to you. To you, he’s just Jin, handsome to you and that’s all that matters. No, you will never tell him any of this.

A Few Weeks Later

*hey cutie*

*hi jin*

You’ve figured out these nicknames are just Jin. You haven’t said anything about them anymore because as much as you hate to admit it, you actually like them.

*what you up to?*

*nothing much just chilling in my room*

*mind if I come over. We can work on

the assignment or just chill*

*yeah okay I’m in uc 408*

*I’ll be over in about 10 mins. Imma grab

some snacks. What do you like?*

*anything is fine. Could you bring a

soda please?*

*sure thing. See you soon kitten*

You needed to clean up and put something decent on. Your room was a mess and you were still in pjs. You wanted to be comfortable, so you grabbed a pair of yoga pants and a low-cut black t-shirt before heading to grab a trash bag. You put all your trash in it and ran it to the trash chute down the hall. You put some body spray on so the smell will linger in the room to cover any funky smells that shouldn’t be there. A couple minutes later, you hear a knock at the door. There’s Jin- standing there in all his glory- with snacks and a smile, his backpack slung over his shoulder in case you really wanted to do some work.

“Hey kitten.”

“Hey Jin.”

You move aside so he can walk in.

“I see you have no issues with my pet names anymore.”

“I’ve realized that’s just you, so I haven’t said anything about them anymore. They’re still annoying though.”

“You sure it’s not just cuz you secretly like them?” he teases.

You blush slightly, “It’s definitely not because I secretly like them.”

“So, did you wanna work on the assignment first or just chill? We don’t even have to work on the assignment if you don’t want to,” he asks.

“I mean, we can chill for a bit. I was watching Netflix, but there’s really nothing good on,” you say.

“I’m sure we can find something. Do you mind if I?” he gestures towards your computer.

“Oh, yeah, go ahead.”

You talk about whether to watch a movie or a show and what types of stuff you’re interested in. He ends up picking a show you haven’t seen before but had been meaning to watch. You only have a bed to sit on, so you invite him to sit with you. You guys are sitting so close your knees are touching. You notice this, and you’re sure he does too. After a few episodes you’re tired of leaning against the wall so you take the initiative and lean against Jin’s shoulder. He puts his arm around you. It doesn’t feel awkward though you can feel your heart pounding out of your chest. You’re no longer focused on the tv but on the way you can feel his body rising and falling with his every breath. You can smell him and it’s like fabric softener and a hint of cologne, just barely there not the overpowering scent you would expect from a douchebag. It’s calming. You can feel him rubbing your arm like a boyfriend would just to let you know they’re there. You look up at him hoping he’s still watching the show but no, he’s staring at you, smiling.

“You’re beautiful, did you know that y/n?”

You blush. You’re not even sure how to respond to that.

“Can I kiss you? I promise I won’t if you say no.”

You don’t say anything, just nod and lean forward to meet his lips. The kiss is soft, nothing like you would’ve expected from the cocky guy you thought you knew. He put his hand on your chin as he kissed you. It was very gentle, and you enjoyed it so much. You wanted more but you didn’t want to seem too eager. It felt like hours of making out but really couldn’t have been more than a couple minutes. He broke the kiss, just as out of breath as you were, “Wow, y/n, where’d you learn to kiss like that?”

You laughed, “I might’ve had some practice. I could ask the same for you too.”

“Same,” he laughed too, “So, are you sure you don’t like me cuz that kiss definitely says otherwise.”

You blushed, “Umm…”

“I knew it. You couldn’t help falling for Mr. Worldwide Handsome,” he teased.

You hit his arm playfully, “You’re so full of yourself. I will never call you that. Not even in your wildest dreams.”

“No, no, baby, in my wildest dreams you’re screaming out my name while you cum on my dick,” he winked.

You couldn’t help blushing again. Why did your face betray you?

“Ugh shut up. I mean if you’re so horny I’m sure some chick would be glad to cum on your dick, but if that’s all you want best believe it’s not gonna be me.”

This was the Jin you knew. He annoyed you so much… and yet you loved the idea of cumming on his dick.

“It’s not all I want. If it was you know I would’ve tried it by now. We’ve been in the same classes for 4 years now. I actually like you, y/n. I wish you would see that. I’m gonna go now. I’m sorry if I upset you,” he got up to leave. He looked like your words really hurt him.

“Wait,” you grabbed his arm. He turned to look at you. “If that’s not what you want then what do you want?”

You were curious.

“I want you. All of you. Your heart, your mind, your body, your soul. Everything. I really like you. Yes, I joke around and yes, I really would love to have you cum on my dick, but not unless you want to. And if you don’t ever want to then that’s fine too. I’ve really enjoyed the past month being able to hang out with you and not argue so much like we used to. I know it’s only because of the assignment, but I enjoy it, and I hope you do too.”

With that, he turned and left. You wanted to go after him and tell him to stay, that you liked him too, but your body wouldn’t move. You couldn’t do anything. Why did this hurt? You two weren’t even dating. You would barely even say you were friends.

Days went by. One day. Two days. Four days. A week. He hadn’t shown up in class. You looked at your texts. You wrote and rewrote the same message over and over again. Finally, you gathered enough courage to send it.

*hi jin*

*are you busy?*

…

…

Read

Two hours later, he responded.

*kind of*

*oh*

*when you’re free can we talk?*

*please*

*I get off work in an hour*

*can you come over?*

*I guess*

Your heart was pounding. Why was this so nerve-wracking? What if he stood you up? What were you even gonna say to him? You weren’t really sure, but you decided you should look nice for him. After all, you were going to confess to him… and you had hurt him. You needed to make up for it. You did Instagram worthy makeup and slipped on a pair of skinny jeans, which you decided to pair with a tight low-cut shirt & your favorite push up bra. You sat on the edge of your bed just waiting, rehearsing what you were gonna say to him. Finally, you heard a knock on the door. You literally ran across the tiny living room and opened the door. There he was. You had to admit, you really missed him.

“Hi,” was all you could manage to get out.

“Hi,” he replied and followed you inside to your room.

“I’m really glad you came.”

He just sat on your bed and stared at you, not even bothering to respond.

“Jin, I have something I want to tell you,” you paused, “I missed you. I missed us not talking this past week. I missed arguing with you… texting you�� I missed you, every bit of you. I missed your hair and the way it falls in your face. I missed your eyes and how they crinkle when you laugh. I missed your thick lips and how perfectly they fit with mine,” you paused to give him a small kiss. “I’m sorry I was a bitch to you. Do you still like me? I hope so, because I like you. I’ve liked you for years, but the stories I heard and the way you acted made me not want to like you. I just never wanted to be another entry on the list of women you’ve been with. I’m not that girl, Jin. But I honestly really like you. Remember the day we met for coffee and I said I didn’t wanna smell like sex? I was thinking of you and how I’d love to have your head buried between my thighs while those thick ass lips are wrapped around my clit. Yes, I want you Kim Seokjin, and I hope you still want me too.”

Everything was now out in the open. You really hoped Jin would accept your confession. He just sat there though. He stared at you forever. You were standing between his legs just staring back waiting on an answer. An answer that felt like it would never come.

Until finally he responded, “You’re an idiot.”

He grabbed your hair and kissed you hard using his other hand to hold your body against his. He moved down to your neck leaving marks all over your pale skin. There was no way you could cover this up. He broke contact just long enough to pull your shirt off and unhook your bra, throwing them on the floor before he stood up turned you around and pushed you on the bed. “You’re a fucking beautiful idiot, but an idiot, nonetheless. How could you take this long to confess? We could’ve done this a week ago. Shit we could’ve done this years ago.”

He took his own shirt off before latching on to your nipple sucking harshly causing a loud moan to escape your lips.

“Shit Jin.”

One hand played with your other nipple while the other rubbed over every inch of skin he could reach. Once he reached your jeans, he undid them and slid them down your legs.

“Look at that wet spot kitten. Someone’s excited, aren’t they?”

“Shut up and fuck me Jin.”

“Not until you call me worldwide handsome.”

He wrapped his hands around your thighs kissing them and leaving the most satisfying bruises on your skin. You could feel the heat of his breath on your mound and could feel his lips ghosting over your panties.

“It’s not that hard baby girl. ‘Fuck me Mr. Worldwide Handsome.’ That’s all you have to say princess, and I’ll make all your dreams come true.”

You mumbled, “Fuck me, misserworwiehansum.”

He pressed his thumb against your clothed clit, “What was that baby?”

“Fuck me Mr. Worldwide Handsome,” you panted.

“Now was that so hard?” he ripped your panties off and buried his face in your wetness licking a stripe up your core. He latched onto your clit licking and sucking while inserting two fingers inside you. He curled them so he hit your gspot every time.

“Mmm… fuck Jin… right there. I’m gonna cum.”

He continued to finger you and lick circles around your clit until he could feel your pussy convulsing and your juices running down his face. He rode out your high and then pulled his fingers out before licking all your juices off them.

“Baby girl, you taste so good. Why did you wait so long to let me ruin you? I could’ve been doing this for years.”

You were shaking, the orgasm was the best you’d ever experienced and Jin was just getting started.

“Don’t tell me you’re ready to tap out now. I know that pussy can take more than that. You haven’t even cum on my dick yet. Come on, Kitten,” he purred in your ear.

“Oh, I’m not done, Jin, but shit where did you learn how to eat pussy like that? Wait, I don’t even wanna know. Just continue,” you laughed.

“I’ll never tell. Now turn around, baby girl, let me hit it from the back.”

You rolled over so you were on your stomach spreading your legs so he could see the beautiful mess he made between your thighs. He smacked your ass before taking his pants and boxers off. You looked back to see him rubbing his precum over his dick before lining up with your entrance and slowly sliding in. It was easy with how wet you were.

“Damn, baby girl, look at that pussy swallowing my dick. You’re so tight. Shit.”

“Fuck Jin you’re so big. Move please.”

“What was that? What did you call me?”

“Ugh, move Mr. Worldwide Handsome!” you moaned.

He laughed before pulling out and slamming his dick back into you. Slowly at first, then harder and faster until you were spilling all sorts of profanities.

“You have such a dirty mouth, Princess. I better be the only one who can make you scream like this from now on.”

“Yes, Jin, fuck yes. Please don’t stop.”

You could feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter; you were so close.

“You’re close baby. Cum for me like a good girl.”

One more thrust had you seeing stars, you came so hard on Jin’s dick you pushed him out.

“No, no, baby girl, don’t push me out. I’m not through yet.”

The overstimulation was too much.

“Jin, fuck Jin, I hate you. Don’t stop!”

His thrusts were getting sloppy. He was about to cum.

“Baby girl, can I cum inside you? Let me put a baby in you,” he growled.

“Please cum inside me.”

Who was this man and why were you so into the thought of him impregnating you?

A few thrusts later you felt his seed painting your insides.

“You better hold all my seed inside that beautiful pussy. I plan to fuck you again later and fill you up some more.” He collapsed beside you. “Shit, baby girl, I was not expecting this when I came over. You are amazing.”

“I could say the same.” You rolled over so your head was on his chest. You could hear his heart beating fast, still coming down from the high.

“Do you have a washcloth baby? Let me clean you up; then we can cuddle and just chill until it’s time for round two.”

“Yeah, in the closet in the bathroom.”

He found a washcloth and cleaned up the mess between your thighs making sure not to let any cum seep out. Afterwards, you cuddled up to him and found something to watch on tv. It was mainly just background noise though because neither of you were paying much attention to it.

Jin was holding you so tight like he’s afraid if he lets go, he’ll wake up and all of this will have just been a dream.

“Please don’t tell me this is a dream and I’m gonna wake up and you’re still gonna hate me,” he whispered.

“It’s not a dream. And just so you know I never hated you. I just hated what I heard about you, so I refused to let myself like you. Now that I know they’re not true I will never not like you,” you don’t even open your eyes to reply to him.

“I wish I would’ve known. We could’ve been together for years already. I’ve liked you since forever.”

“Really?” you looked up at him.

“Duh. Why do you think I have all those pet names for you? I literally don’t call anyone else by those names.”

“I didn’t know. I just thought it was because you’re a cocky bastard,” you laughed and punched him playfully.

“Cocky? Maybe. Bastard? No,” he laughed back.

“Just so you know I hate calling you worldwide handsome. I don’t care if you’re handsome to the world. All that matters is that you’re handsome to me. And now you’re mine so it doesn’t even matter if you’re worldwide handsome. No one else can have you,” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“So true, and you’re mine.” He leaned over and kissed your forehead.

You two ended up falling asleep like that, so wrapped up in each other, afraid that this would all be a dream, but finally your dreams were better than reality.

[wayward-mikaelson]

A Real Date

200th Follower: @idabbleincrazy​

Request: So, how about a fluffy Sam x reader, where they’ve just started a relationship and finally have some down time between hunts to go on a first real date

Word Count: 13

Pairing: Sam X Reader

Characters: Reader, Sam, and Dean

About: Reader and Sam go on a first real date

Warnings: Language (Few swear words here and there), Fluff (Pretty fluffy, who doesn’t like a fluffy Sam?) 

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I wake up and roll out of bed. My body still sore from the hunt the boys and I finished a few days ago. It's not everyday I'm thrown by a werewolf into a cement wall but. I've had worse. I once had a vampire feed on me for days, but that's a different story.

I limp over to the dresser and grab clothes for the day, when I notice the time on the nightstand through the mirror. It's almost noon. I hang my head and pull a simple jeans and a t-shirt out and throw them on. Not before I put on the herb cream I made to help with the sore muscles.

As I walk into the kitchen, I'm throwing my hair up into a hair band when I hear, "Thank God, she lives!" I stare Dean down, who has a mouth full of food.

"Fuck off, Dean," I mumble as I make coffee. "My body is simply doing what its supposed to do. Unlike yours." I turn to see Dean glaring at me.

He gets up, clears his plate. "I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," he says and walks out of the kitchen. "Sam! You girlfriend is being rude and mean." He adds.

"I'm going to kick his ass," I mumble to myself pouring myself coffee. I turn around to see Sam standing in the entryway. Staring at me with his perfect hazel eyes.

"How are you feeling?" He walks up to me and brushes a strand of hair that had managed to escape out of my face. His hands lingers under my chin and uses his thumb to rub my cheek. "You sleep okay?"

"I did actually," I sip my coffee and let the warm liquid do it's thing. "I'm still sore and still limping some. Not bad though, so don't worry about that."

Sam leans his head on mine. "I'm always going to worry about you. Hunting or not."

I smile and close my eyes. "You're so sweet and nice to me."

"Bleh," Deans voice is back in the kitchen.

"I'll make it up to you later tonight," Sam kisses the top of my head and pulls away. "Dean and I are going on a quick supply run. Just be ready to go after we get back."

Taking a deep breath I say, "Okay." Sam smiles and reaches out and brushes his hand across my cheek. "It's a date."

"A real one at that," Sam calls after me as he walk out of the bunker with Dean.

Now, I am left with either going to take a bath or going and setting up a prank in Deans room. Sighing, I opt for the bath, who knows what Sam has planned for me this evening. It's our first real date since becoming a thing about a month ago. With case upon case and literally stumbling onto a case, Sam and I haven't really had any time to go out and have fun.

***

When the boys finally come back, I am cleaned up and ready for whatever my tall hunter has planned for me. I watch as the boys put the stuff away. Dean waltz's off to his room only to turn around and eye me.

"Did you do something to my room while we were gone?"

I slip out of the kitchen chair and pocket my phone. "No, Dean. I was going to though."

Sam slips his arm through mine. I look up and see this huge smile on his face. "Shall we go?" He asks. I nod and Sam starts to lead me out of the bunker. "Don't wait up for us," Sam calls back after Dean.

"Dean is letting you drive this?" I raise an eyebrow when Sam leads us to the impala.

"Yep, took some convincing," Sam opens my side of the door and watches me as I slip into the front. Sam closes the door and with a few strides he in slipping into the driver seat and turning the car on.

"What do you say, we go to the buffet you like? Or that pizza parlor?" Sam looks at me and in the setting sun is at the perfect angle to see the color change in his eyes. My heart skips a beat and I almost instantly melt in my seat.

"You have said yourself that those two places should be shut down for who knows how many health code reasons," I shake my head and regain my composure.

"I mean, if you don't want to go to either places, I'm all for that because it's true, they should be shut down," Sam runs his hand through his long hair as he puts the impala into drive. "I just thought that maybe, I could shove it and take you there."

I smile and look at the road ahead of us. " You, Sam Winchester, are the sweetest man ever. But," I look over at him and he gives a quick sideways glance at me. "There is one place I want to try."

"Anywhere you want to go, my dear," Sam takes his free hand and rests it on my leg.

"Well," I take a deep breath. "It's a backyard-alley like taco spot. They make everything right in front of you, tortilla included. Everything is fresh. I've been thinking non-stop about it since Dean first mentioned it a few weeks ago."

Sam looks at me and back at the road. "Back alley taco shop. Do I need a gun?"

I laugh, "Maybe for the best. Let me text Dean to see if he has the directions."

***

When we pull up to the house, the sun was just about gone. Sam puts the car into park and opens the door and walks around to let me out. As I step out of the impala, Sam's hand lands on my waist. Pulling me up against his chest. He brushes my hair out my eyes and places a gentle kiss to my cheek before letting me go.

"Why the face?" Sam asks when he sees my scrunched up face.

"You missed," I take the collar of his shirt and press my lips to his. I instantly begin to feel my legs to shake.

"Indeed, I did," Sam mumbles. He wraps an arm around to keep me steady. Pulling back and keeping an arm around me, Sam says "How about we get you some tacos." He boops my nose with his index finger and links his arm in mine and leads us to the smell of tacos coming from the backyard of the house in front of us.

***

Back at the bunker, and full of tacos. Sam walks me to my room. "Tonight was fun," I say lacing my fingers into his. "We should do this more often when we have more down time."

Sam smiles. "We should."

Sam places a free hand on my waist and pulls me towards him. I place my hands on his chest and meet him halfway. Our lips move together like a dance. Sam slowly pushes me onto the wall where I wrap my arounds his neck and sigh into his lips.

"Ugh! Guys, not in the hallway, get a room," Deans voice ruins the moment.

Sam pulls away and give me an apologetic smile. I can see that even Sam wants to kick his brothers ass. Sam quickly kisses me and runs his thumb over my cheek and tells me goodnight before leaving me in the hall by myself.

I go into my room and get ready for bed. Once my head hits the pillow, I pass out.

I am slowly awakened by the bed sinking under me. I roll over to see Sam slipping into the small space beside me.

"I'm sorry," He whispers. "I didn't mean to wake you." He gathers me into his arms and tightly wraps his arm around me. His head resting on my head. "I just wanted to come lay with you."

I sleepily nuzzle my face into his chest and smile. "This is just what I need." I listen to the sound of his breath and soon I'm falling back asleep. But not without noticing Sam placing a gentle kiss to the top of head.

[willow-salix]

This Isolation Island update idea was dreamt up after a conversation with @the-lady-razorsharp and @olliepig. I also feel like it's calling out a lot of us, especially @gumnut-logic. This is Isolation after dark, we've left the pg13 world a little.

Day 51 of Isolation on Tracy island and I’d grown so bored that I'd resorted to desperate measures. I spent the entire morning, and part of the afternoon catching up on the fan mail posts that the boys didn't know they had, on a forum they didn't know existed. Well, it wasn't like they were going to do it. 

“Virgil's favourite colour?” I asked myself, tapping away on my laptop. "Gotta be green, I mean…" I lifted my head to seek him out. "Virg! What's your favourite colour?" 

“Green,” he answered instantly. That's one thing i love about that boy, he hardly ever questions my random outbursts.

I nodded and moved on to the next. "Alan's favourite food…does anything count?" I mumbled under my breath. "He's not hard to please...no, they want a real answer from him…Allie? What would you say is your favourite food?”

“Mac and Cheese,” he answered. "Why?" 

I ignored him as I typed out my answer and hit send before moving on to the next. “Scott, what aftershave do you wear?”

“That one you got me for christmas, why?”

I typed out ‘Only The Brave: Wild’ in answer and hit send. I was on a roll now! Next! 

“Gordon, boxers or briefs?”

“Briefs.”

I nodded and typed again.

“What are you doing?”John popped up like a ninja meerkat, his face right next to mine, nosing at my laptop screen. "Fan forum?" 

"I decided to be your press secretary, because the fan mail is piling up and none of you are bothering to answer it. It's not like I've got anything else to do right now."

"We have fan mail?" 

I rolled my eyes. "Of course you do, you have very dedicated fans you know."

"We do?" Gordon asked, suddenly interested in what I was doing. 

"Have you guys seriously not paid any attention to this?" 

They all shook their heads in unison, each looking as bewildered as the other. 

"Oh lawd you're all useless." I hit the back button a few times and scrolled through the posts then turned the screen so they could see it . "This is your official fan page, set up by the president of your fan club and none of you knew about it?" 

Again with the head shakes. 

"Men," I snorted, going back to my work. I was left in peace for all of two seconds before the questions started. 

"What kind of fan mail?" 

"Who's their favourite?" 

"Is it weird on there?" 

"Fan mail from your fans, there is no one favorite and it can be, " I answered. 

"No favourite?" Alan confirmed. 

"Nope, you all have your own teams." 

"Teams?" Scott's eyebrows rose in question. 

"Yep, Virgil's Virtuosos, Alan's Angels, Gordon's Sirens, Scott's Spitfires and John's Stars."

They all looked quite pleased with their little fan gangs, chatting quietly amongst themselves, leaving me in peace which was fine by me as I was trying to concentrate dammit. 

I was tapping away, doing my thing, answering questions on practically everything when I realised that something felt off about the scene before me. 

Over the course of an hour the boys had been randomly getting up and wandering off, but that in itself wasn't that weird, they often got bored and vanished to parts unknown, they would come back eventually. No, the weird thing was when I asked Virgil a question and Scott answered. 

"Virg, what's the longest you've ever spent on your hair?" 

"Six hours," Scott replied. I frowned at my screen, that didn't sound right. 

"Is your name Virgil?" I asked sarcastically, finally looking up…"Why are you wearing plaid?" Those jeans looked a little baggy too. 

Come to think of it, why was John wearing Gordon's hawaian shirt? That was just…wow, not good. 

"OK, that's disturbing…" those rolled up, ripped jeans were not a good look on him, especially since they were almost to his knees. And his hair. "What happened to your hair?" I wailed. Oh the humanity! 

Scott was apparently on a roll, because he was on his feet and posing like Arnold Schwarzenegger and his hair, gods his hair! Instead of his nearly slicked back (if a little long now) look, he had attempted Virgil's trademark cockscomb. He looked like he'd been electrocuted. 

My eyes slid to Alan who was drowning in Scott's favourite blue shirt that he had been wearing not half an hour before, and I couldn't see his feet, the pants were so long. Allie's hair was neat for once and smoothed to perfection (he had to have had help with that). 

Gordon was wearing Alan's T-shirt and his cargo pants and…well he didn't actually look too bad, he was passable.

 But Virgil… 

"Oh my lawd, Chonky what did you do?" 

The big guy was squeezed into John's shirt and when I say squeezed, I mean bulging at the seams, how were those buttons even connecting, he could barely move, his arms were sticking out at right angles, tight. I wouldn't dare let my eyes stray. Don't look down, don't look down, I chanted to myself, because I know my boy can pull off tight pants (have you seen that spacesuit?) but John does not have the thunder thighs that Virgil does and…my eyes dropped lower without my say so. 

"Eeep," I camped my hands over my eyes and counted to ten before I opened them again. Virgil's hair was safe to look at…no it wasn't! 

I immediately started laughing, I couldn't help it. He'd attempted to replicate John's style (I think) but had ended up with something more like a 1940's victory roll going on up front. I leant closer, what was that? 

"Is that a toilet paper tube?" 

He nodded, looking rather proud of his efforts. 

I shook my head in utter disbelief at what I was witnessing. 

"Ask us more questions," Gordon said once Scott finally stopped doing his muscle man impression and sat down. 

For lack of anything else to do in the situation, I did as I was told. 

"Gordon, what is your favourite time of day?" 

"Bedtime," John answered for him. "Because then I get to sleep and dream of how awesome I am."

I raised an eyebrow at this but dutifully wrote it down anyway. 

"Scott, why are you always frowning?" 

"Because I'm the one that has to deal with idiots all day long," Alan answered. 

"No, that's me," I muttered as I typed out the answer. "John, why do we never see you?" 

"Because people make my big brain hurt," Virgil answered for him. "And I'd rather hide away than deal with them."

"I actually can't argue with that one," John admitted. 

"Alan, if you could meet anyone, who would it be?" 

"An alien," Gordon responded. 

And so it went on, each of them trying to outdo the other, turning my simple question and answer session into a Tracy family roast. 

Finally I ran out of questions, mostly because I was laughing too much to actually think. 

"Oh Gods, if the people in this forum could see you all now," I laughed, wiping tears from my eyes. "That would be some high quality fan fiction fodder right there." 

"Some what now?" Scott asked. 

"Fan fiction, you know, stories people write?" 

"Wait a second, are you saying there's stories out there about us?" Virgil asked. 

I nodded slowly, like they were too dumb to understand otherwise. 

Their faces were a mixture of utter horror and morbid fascination. 

John plonked down next to me and stole my tablet to have a look. He skimmed through a few, his nose creasing, eyebrows furrowing.

"Gordon," he announced, "I hate to tell you this but you just died."

"I died?" the poor squid looked horrified by the idea. 

"So did Scott, and Virgil's just lost a leg."

"So you came out of it fine?" Scott grumbled. 

"No, my craft just blew up and I'm currently floating through space. Might I request that someone go and retrieve my body?" 

Scott took my tablet from him and did some scrolling of his own. "Why is this version of me having a lot more fun and action?" he grumbled. 

Virgil leant over his shoulder to look, and we heard a loud ripping noise as John's shirt lost its battle with Virgil's shoulders. 

"Yes!" I cheered. "Can you wear his dressing gown next?" 

OK…so I might have earned that glare. 

"I'm very dashing and romantic," Virgil grinned. "The ladies must love me."

"What am I doing?" Alan demanded to know. 

"Pouting and complaining," Gordon answered, snatching the tablet from Scott and flicking through until he found his own name mentioned. His face morphed from a cheeky grin to utter disbelief. 

"What…what am I doing? Why am I doing that? Stop me doing that!" Gordon yelpled, flinging the tablet back in my direction like I was mistress of the Internet and could fix all his problems. I just about caught it before it hit the edge of the table and checked the screen. 

"Gordon, I'm sorry, but you are indeed trying to have…relations with that shark," I informed him solemnly. "I also advise that you don't let it bite you there, it might be a little delicate."

Scott burst out laughing, closely followed by Virgil and Alan.

"And unfortunately, I can't stop it," I finished.

"Why does that even exist?" Gordon groaned, hiding his face on his hands.

John took the tablet from me and kept flicking. "Huh, I've got a really cute boyfriend here," he turned the screen to show me.

"Oooh, he is cute, can we share him?"

"Sure," he read a little bit more. "He actually does remind me of my first crush."

"Is he still single?"

"What, I'm not enough for you?" he nudged me with an elbow but had that little half smile on his face that told me he was teasing.

"Of course you are, plus I do already have Scott as my backup."

"Yeah, don't forget about me."

"Never," I blew him a kiss.

"Gordon has a boyfriend too," John pointed out, "and I don't mean the shark," he passed the tablet over.

"That's better," Gordon agreed, reading ahead. "Uh oh! Someone crashed Two."

"What?" Virgil dragged the tablet away to check. "Why would they do this to me?"

"It's called whump, and you appear to be one of their favourite victims," I lifted John's arm to snuggle into his side, lacing my fingers with his where they rested on my shoulder.

"Whump?" Virgil confirmed.

"Yep," I nodded. "Basically, if they can hurt you, kill you, make you cry, break a limb or your heart, it'll be there."

Poor guy looked devastated. "I thought they loved us?"

"They do. That's why."

"That makes no sense!" Alan wailed, finally breaking his silence. Somehow he'd gotten hold of the tablet and he was reading through some of the offerings. "I have a concussion, a broken arm and a punctured lung."

"Sucks to be you," Gordon patted his shoulder, taking the tablet back.

He settled back on the couch to search out more of his starring roles. "Hey, this one has me and Virgil in description!"

"You might want to be careful with one's like th-" I started, but I was drowned out by his horrified scream.

"I tried to warn you," I sighed.

"What's wrong?" Scott demanded to know.

Gordon shuddered, gagging on nothing.

"I think he found the Tracy pairings," I whispered to John, who shuddered in revulsion.

Gordon whimpered pathetically. I shook my head sadly and took the tablet away, tucking it into my bag.

"No more fanfic for you."

They were quiet for around five minutes, digesting the horror of what they had just learnt about their fictional selves.

"I liked the one where we got to go to the zoo," Alan finally broke the silence, trying valiantly to make things better.

"I liked when we got a puppy," Gordon grinned.

"I need a beer," Virgil announced, heaving himself to his feet. "And I need to get out of these pants before I ruin all chances of ever fathering the children those writers want me to have."

Well, that had been an interesting and educational evening, although I'm not sure they liked what they learnt. And I can tell you one thing, John's hair is not staying like that.

[the-gunslock]

Amanda 3 - Hammer

Third canon-deviant fic about Amanda Holliday and her journey to being greater, from a mini-series of four.

"This one would be pret-tyyy cool…"

The burnt-blonde Shipwright scrolls through the 'Collections' of Exotics Guardians found in their journeys, analyzing their perks as she patiently waits to be called inside the most envied library in the City.

For some seconds, her emerald eyes fall on a pair of knightly silver Gauntlets that could be what she looks for. She ‘hmm’s to herself for a second, trying on some shaders, and nods in approval.

"Amanda, let's go."

Her head moves to pay attention to the Warlock that has just arrived at her usual spot at the Bazaar, greeting her with a nod as she stows her tablet away and is transmatted into the library. She makes a mental note of the name ‘Stronghold’. Shaxx would probably appreciate her dedication to swordplay.

Other pieces like Fr0st-EE5 and Transversive Steps, which do not require Light usage, would also benefit her while she fought. Good to know, good to know. So many loopholes to be exploited.

Ikora Rey had devoted the day to silent studying and rewriting of her books, still not completely updated after the Traveler’s awakening in recent times. In order to focus better, she does most of it quietly and alone in the library, save for the Hidden that appear to report to her on occasion. Today was an exception, for she allowed the Tower’s Shipwright to keep her company under the pretension that she wanted to learn, and there was no better teacher for that than Ikora.

Ikora’s library has dim, yellow lighting and a rustic aesthetic, with bookshelves and flooring made of dark wood covered with blue and white tapestry. The overall layout of the place was circular, the center having her desk and simple chairs and couches disposed about.

"So, Amanda." Ikora begins, making herself comfortable at the table and suggesting Amanda to do the same, across from her. "What do you seek?"

Amanda quietly taps her fingertips at the table, fidgeting as she tries to formulate a good reason.

"I wanna learn how to… to fight. Like y'all Guardians do."

Ikora doesn’t turn her head, but smiles.

“Is that so?”

“Uh… yeah?”

Ikora gives a chuckle as she finishes rewriting a page.

“I think not.”

“...Why not?”

Not faltering, Ikora turns her head to face her friend as she hovers her hand above the book. “Because if you wanted to learn how to fight, you would have asked Zavala. And, if the words I received are true... you already did.”

Amanda doesn’t have an answer to that, only looking at the desk and pressing her lips together, the inquietude only building up. She observes Ikora using an emanation of Solar heat to dry the ink on the pages.

“Ikora, I… want to be a Guardian. I thought I could ask you to teach me how to think like one.”

As the Warlock turns to the book again, she turns a page and looks at a previous version of the book, also spread open on another part of the table, for reference. “Okay. And why aren’t you?”

She is caught off-guard by this question. She struggles to let out her answer, and the next sentence comes out a bit more condescending than she’d hoped.

“Because I’m not a Lightbearer?” Amanda replies as if it was something obvious.

“During the Red War, we weren’t either.” Ikora says as she starts writing once more. “And I went through the same dilemma. I was lost. I looked to the ashes emanating from the City, and vowed… never again. And since I had nowhere left to go, I found myself on Io, in search for answers. As time passes me by, I realized I was left without answers, without Light, without my team... without anything to hold on to.”

“And then?”

“A Guardian found me. One of those who had made the pilgrimage to the Shard of the Traveler and recovered their Light. They could have refused, but they didn’t. They could have quit the fight, but even if they knew they were going to die, they didn’t. And their very presence reminded me that, while the terms are, indeed, very associable to the outside observer, they are not the same.”

The Shipwright listens intently as Ikora recounts her tale. There were many angles to this. Most, she didn’t consider. Multiple viewpoints are a virtue Guardians must possess.

“It took me some introspection and some... unprecedented incidents, for me to believe that I am more than just my Light, and in being greater than the Light, protecting it and the people who live through its influence is what made me who I am. So, as long as you strive to perfect yourself, you’ll always be one."

Ikora eyes her friend without turning her head this time. Her eyes are amiable, as fierce as they looked.

"A Guardian, Lightbearer or not... is always a Guardian.”

The Warlock delivered each part of that sentence in a very light, but thorough manner, a way that Amanda didn’t even think was possible. It was a nail she still had to hammer, that Guardians are more than just their Light.

During the Red War, Amanda had argued with Zavala after the Traveler was imprisoned and the Light lost. “There are thousands of people like me stranded down there in the City", she had said; “We're all the same now, Holliday. The Light is gone.” She was too angry to realize at the time, but looking back, she realizes she had taken the Guardianship for granted.

While she still didn’t like having to obey Zavala and leave citizens to die, it was paying off, in a way. Everything they did, they did for mankind. And it was beginning to thrive again, the best they could. She could feel it, even if her mission was far from over and new threats were still bound to come.

With a deep breath, she promises to face them gladly.

"Thank you, Ikora." The Shipwright says, eliciting a smile and a deep nod from the Vanguard that was still focused on writing the page.

Amanda pulls out her sketchbook and starts drawing over a sketch of herself. But before she continues, she has an idea for the final part of the 'secret-unnamed-project'.

"Can I, ah, look around for a book?”

“Do you need help with anything?”

“Yeah, actually. Wanna know where the name ‘Leviathan’ comes from.”

Ikora pulls up her own tablet, doing a query search for the word on the archive. It narrows down to multiple editions of a religious book from the old world, called ‘Bible’. Taking a break from writing, she hovers over to a particular section of the library, taking an intricate, gold-foil crafted book, meticulously turning its pages to where the query told her. “Job 41:1–34”, it said. She floats back to Amanda, laying the open book in front of her, before going back to her own seat.

She devours the verses, at first barely making heads or tails of what was on the pages. 'Why'd people back in the day write so weird?' She thought to herself. But eventually she managed to understand what it was about, and suddenly the name of Calus' ship made much more sense.

"Did you gather something new, my friend?"

Amanda recaps in her mind, making sure to try not to miss anything.

"Right, so- uh...” Amanda begins to explain her thoughts, trying not to let anything pass her by. “There was this man named Job, whose faith in this god couldn't be waived. In this part, the god is tryna teach Job how questioning a powerful being is futile by presenting him beasts so powerful that only he can control, one a them being a sea monster called, you guessed it, the Leviathan."

"How awfully appropriate."

"Yep. Apparently there were two beasts, a sea one, and a... land one."

Realization came into Amanda's mind as a name for her project finally snuck through her hands and into the paper.

"Reminds me of the World Serpent..." She adds nonchalantly, having doing some reading on the Edda in her free time back at Hiver’s place.

Ikora finally perks up from her book, stretching her writing hand. "You've been doing some homework."

"Hard not to, when you date a Warlock."

"And you are going to tell them about this… when?"

The one question Amanda dreaded, and it shows. Her 'Lightless Guardian' idea was nothing short of life-threatening, it's amazing she's got this far without being stopped.

Amanda had survived her whole life on the road, fighting off Fallen and hiding with hers and other families, but she would never, ever get rid of the pain of losing them. She survived and is happier than she's ever been, even if it's not a perfect life. Now, she was Hiver's family, and cannot bear the image of her lover having to go through the same — because of her own incompetence, nonetheless.

There was no telling how Hiver would react, the woman is already being a pile of anxieties, but of one thing she was sure.

It wouldn't be pretty.

“I don’t... know.“

"I can help if you'd like. But remember that this is your responsibility — and your burden."

She nods with a nervous face and gives a deep sigh.

“I’ll think of something. Can you take me back to the Tower?”

“Yes. And Amanda?”

“Yes?”

“Congratulations on finding love. Hold on to it. It is powerful.”

As nervous as she is, she nods smiling.

“Ophiuchus?” Ikora says to no one. Her Ghost, white and red and with spiking protrusions on the back of his shell, appears in the air next to her shoulder.

“One second.” He replies, spinning.

With a flash, Amanda is back at the Tower’s bazaar. Eyeing the drawing she has just finished, she runs to the Courtyard, in search of a person who could help her make it look much better.

Trying to ignore the built-up tension, she runs.

The Awoken woman stationed at the Tower Courtyard is, as usual, cleaning up dust and reorganizing her inventory, because it’s not home yet, but it would be. Then she hears a familiar voice calling to her.

“Tess!”

“Oh! Hello, Amanda. What can I do for you today?” Tess greets the Shipwright, assuming her usual hands-behind-back posture and giving her usual, welcoming smile.

“See, I got a lil’ project o’ my own, and wanted an expert’s opinion on how ta make it look the sharpest it can.”

Amanda presents the sketchbook with her sketch to Tess, who analyzes it meticulously.

It’s a suit of armor. Titan armor, to be more precise.

“Gothic knight inspiration… baroque decor… exquisite. Practical, but carries a lot of elegance. This looks incredible. Also, you draw extraordinarily well.”

“Thank you,” The Shipwright says, blushing. “But it lacks color. What would ya say works?”

“Excuse me.“

Tess takes the notebook into what appears to be a scanner, converting Amanda’s drawing into a digital projection that can easily be colored, and bringing it to the desk where they both could see it.

“Right, in my opinion the ornaments and trim should definitely be gold.” She says, quickly selecting the decorative parts of the plates and changing their colors to a light golden color. “The style reminds me of Gjallarhorn and the old Iron Lords’ armor. Maybe we can make it a bit more orange…”

“Would black fit with it, maybe?”

She changes the main plate colors to black. Tess and Amanda look at each other in disapproval.

“How about…” Tess changes the color to a deep blue.

“Can you try dark gray?” Amanda asks, and Tess obeys. However, it still seems to not fit, and they experiment with a midpoint between blue and gray.

“What do you think?”

“I like it.”

“Me too.”

Amanda scratches her nose, taking some time to think. The girls mix and match palettes for a while until finding one that fits the armor well.

Dark gray plates with crimson details, gold ornaments, and a white, gold-trimmed mark.

“Whew… Thank you, Tess. Anything I can do to repay ya?”

“The pleasure is mine. Although if you have some Silver on you…” Tess says, smiling smugly. “Just kidding.”

“My girlfriend does. She’ll probably come by again, she wants that duster you’re selling. Says she wants to look like a cowgirl.”

Tess laughs at this, eliciting a grin from Amanda, who picks her sketchbook and transfers the colored illustration file from the Awoken vendor to her own tablet, almost walking off and ready to send it to Crux/Lomar for forging.

“Oh, Amanda.”

“Yeah?” She turns back to face Tess.

“Does it have a name?” She asks in genuine curiosity.

Amanda smiles contagiously in pride, remembering what she read from the Bible in Ikora’s library. She had the perfect name for her project, given what was going down on the System — and how she’d fight it, if need be.

“The Behemoth.”

[kagsismyvirus]

“My favorite memory”

He said “i love you” whenever I’d ask him to take a picture of me. He explained, the reason he does that, is because whenever he did, i’d show the most beautiful smile he has ever seen.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Pair : oikawa x reader

Genre : fluff >\\<

Warning : none :3 please enjoy!

“𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝔀𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔀𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵. 𝓢𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽’𝓼 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓘 𝓽𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰.”

⋘ ──── ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗ ──── ⋙

> 3rd POV <

Oikawa is the type of person who’d drag you everywhere he goes. So one day, he asked you to join him and help him look after his newphew.

More like beg but you didn’t hear this from me

“Tooru...I helped you look after him 2 days ago! Ask iwa-Chan instead!” You protested, obviously tired that all your “dates” consist you helping him with his errands.

“But babe! I need you with me!”

“Why?!”

“Because your presence energize me! And pushes me to be my best!” He beamed proudly which made you look at him dumbfounded.

How could you say no when he’s look at you like that. SO YOU ENDED UP JOINING HIM and was now currently watching him teaching the kids to play volleyball.

“Y/n-Chan! Look I can do a spike now!” Takeru boasted as he proudly executed one.

You found it very adorable and can’t help but cheer him on which he found encouraging.

“That’s great takeru! I guess shittykawa is a good teacher~”

“He’s only like that when you’re around y/n-Chan. Without you, he’d just complain and whine that he misses you. That’s why it’s mostly iwaizumi that’s teaching us”

You laughed aloud, just imagining oikawa pouting and whining. You picked takeru up and showed him a smile.

“Is that so? Don’t worry! I’ll be sure to lecture him about it” you assured which made takeru giggle.

You suddenly heard camera shots which made you look to your side and found oikawa, holding up his phone.

He was posing and cupping his cheek cutely as he kept snapping pictures.

“Omg! Y/n-Chan, is it just me? Or I’m very handsome today~” he boasted which made you roll your eyes.

“Oi! Tooru! You should be teaching these kids volleyball! Not complaining why I’m not here! Get back to it!” You demanded.

Oikawa showed a sheepish green before saluting “yes ma’am!”

You let takeru get back to it and they began their session again.

You found it all cute especially how oikawa handled his newphew which made you secretly snap some photos of him and made it your home screen

Such a supportive girlfriend I can’t

When you guys were done and already have went home, you played with takeru for awhile.

But later, after takeru fell asleep, you sprawled on oikawa’s bed, very tired.

“Babe, do you want to shower first?” Oikawa asked as he entered his room with two towels.

“No, you go ahead. I’m just gonna rest for awhile”

“Why not shower together? Like the old days” oikawa said with a teasing grin as he wiggles his eyebrows.

You got one of his pillows and chucked it at him but to your dismay, he dodged it.

“Just go take a damn shower tooru” you tsked.

He laughed before he approached you and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead

“Okay, take a nap. I’ll wake you up when I’m done” he smiled which made you feel butterflies in your stomach

When he left to go take a shower, you were about to pass out when you heard buzzing.

You looked to his side table and found his phone buzzing and lighting up.

You picked it up and saw it was iwaizumi so you answered.

“OI SHITTTYKAWA-“

“Hi iwa-Chan”

“Oh? Y/n, I didn’t know you were with him. Where is he?”

“Why? What did he do again?”

“Being shittykawa of course, he forgot his bag at the gym. I’m heading over to return it”

“Wow you’re such a good best friend”

“More like a butler”

“Good one! HAHAHA anyways see you in a bit iwa-Chan, make sure to punch him when you get here”

“You don’t have to tell me twice. See ya”

You giggled as you ended the call but then oikawa’s phone lagged so you frantically tapped on the screen

“Dahell? Damn you new technology!” You growled.

you accidentally tapped on the gallery and it opened to show oikawa’s photos which caught your interest.

“Hm lets see what he’s been taking pictures of”

You opened the gallery “iwa-Chan”

The photos there, let’s say were mostly him being chased by iwaizumi or just iwaizumi looking irritated.

You kept laughing as you opened different photos of him and his team being silly

But then you saw an album named “my y/n-Chan” and it had more photos than any other album he had

“Eh??? I swear if these are me looking like an ugly duckling. I’ll kick his ass” you hissed as you tappped it open.

You scrolled to the first row of pictures and indeed, they were pictures of you not being anywhere near human

“That idiot!” You growled but when you kept scrolling, you found pictures of random moments but they were all of you smiling.

You were confused because you never remembered him taking a picture of you.

When you got to the last picture, the most recent one, you saw it was a picture of you holding takeru and the two of you smiling.

“Wait...I thought he was taking a picture of himself??”

You were really shocked with the realization but also very touched that he’d done that for you.

You heard the bathroom door open and there appeared a newly showered oikawa

He was shirtless and was only wearing shorts

“Y/n-chan, wake up, I’m-“ before oikawa can finish his sentence, you already attacked him with a hug

He was caught off guard which made him lose his balance and you two fell on the floor

“Y/n-Chan! Are you okay?!”

“Tooru! You big meanie! You’re unfair!”

You whined as you pouted at him

“Eh??? What did I do this time?” He was confused

He plopped his elbow and pushed himself off the ground a bit to get a better look at you

“You were a perfect boyfriend! That’s what you did! It’s unfair! I’m losing against you in this relationship”

You huffed as you bloated your cheeks

He looked at you with the goofiest smile he can make, as he felt really happy to hear you say that

He pat your head and looked at you teasingly

“Well of course~ I, oikawa Tooru, is very boyfriend material” he cooed

“Oh really? Then why did your ex girlfriend dump -“

Before you couldn’t continue he pushed his index finger on your lips, shushing you

“-it’s because! You’re the one meant for me! That’s why!” He reasoned out which made you laugh

Suddenly the door flew open

“Oi! Shittykawa I-“ iwaizumi stopped when he saw the position you two were in

You both looked at each other and immediately went red, just realizing what iwaizumi must be thinking

“IWAIZUMI! THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK!”

You reasoned out

“OI! OIKAWA! DONT LAY A FINGER ON Y/N!” Iwaizumi yelled as he was strangling oikawa

“IWA-CHAN! ITS NOT WHAT YOU THINK! Y/N-CHAN JUST FELL ONTOP OF ME! YOURE TOO GREEN MINDED IWA-CHAN”

“OIKAWAAAAA”

.....

“It hurts?”

You were putting ice on the bruise iwaizumi left on oikawa’s head

“Yeah. Iwa-Chan is too protective of you. I feel like he likes you or something”

He hissed as he felt a stinging sensation from the coldness on his bruise

“Im the baby of your team remember? Of course he’d be protective of me. I’m your guys cute manager”

“Well to me, you’re my cute girlfriend”

Oikawa suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you down on the bed, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Oi! Tooru! Your bruise!”

“Just give it a kiss! It’ll be way more effective than an ice cube!”

You looked at him dumbfounded before you sighed in defeat

You were about to place a peck on his forehead when he moved his head, so your lips ended up brushing his

“OI! Tooru!”

“Thanks babe~”

You rolled your eyes before just snuggling closer to him, enjoying his warmth

“Hey tooru?”

“Mhm?”

“Why do you take a lot of photos of me during the most random times?”

He pulled away and looked at you with a surprised expression

“You saw?”

“Yeah, iwaizumi called earlier and your phone lagged, so I did”

You both were silent but then he sighed and caressed your hair

“Well, during class, our teacher told us something”

You looked up at him, and saw he was just gazing at you lovingly as he continued

“He said, “people photograph the things they find beautiful” so I wondered about it a lot and decided to find the things I found beautiful”

“I looked at my photos and saw the pictures of the guys and other school things, but I found them funny rather than beautiful”

You two chuckled

“So I kept wondering, what was beautiful in my eyes? That’s when you came”

“I came?”

“Yep! When my ex-girlfriend broke up with me, I was a mess, more like my pride was a mess.”

“But then amidst me being hurt and all, you suddenly came and asked me..”

“Are you okay, Tooru?”

“I found your smile, very breath taking, the first time I saw it. Your smile is what I find beautiful”

You couldn’t help but let a few tears escape your eyes as you felt really moved from what oikawa has told you.

“YOURE VERY UNFAIR TOORU! I CANT BEAT YOU!”

You whined as you weakly punched his chest which made him chuckle and pull you close to him

“I love you y/n~ I really do” he said sweetly as he snuggled his face onto your hair.

You smiled as you hugged him back

“I love you too, Tooru~ thank you for finding my smile, beautiful~”

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[jungshookz]

ceo!yoongi

→ pairing: min yoongi x reader 

→ genre: ceo!au, clumsy!y/n because that’s always nice, jimin is ur best friend, floofy fluff, a touch of nsfw aka office sex

→ wordcount: 21k+ so u should probably read this using ur laptop and not ur phone

→ note: inspired by my love for an intimidating yoongi in suits 

(gif isn’t mine!) 

(((and the read more function iS there so if it doesn’t work for some reason i am sorry don’t attack me))) 

“shit, shit, shit, fuck- ow, shit- fUCK”

you scramble around your apartment shoving things into your purse while simultaneously dressing yourself

out of all the days to wake up late

why did todAY have to be one of them???

you have your house keys dangling from your mouth while you wiggle into a pair of jeans aNd your phone is sandwiched in between your shoulder and your ear

“the new boss is going to be here any minute now, where the hell are you??”

“obviously i slept through my goddamn alarm, jimin! i- yes, i’ll be there in like… five minutes. i’m on the bus already”

that was an obvious lie because you’re still trying to find a decent shirt to wear

you end up going with a polka-dotted button blouse

“you better hurry, i hear this guy’s a bit of a hard ass. apparently he fired someone who was only two minutes late to-“

“you’re freaking me out, jimin!!!! look, it’s fine he’s probably just going to introduce himself and then hole himself up in his office so he won’t even notice that i’m late”

your own words reassure you and you slow down to take your time in choosing a pair of shoes

“okay, yeah but you’re his secretary, y/n. i think he’ll notice if his own damn secretary isn’T THERE”

…..he has a fair point

“if you don’t get here in the next ten minutes dinner’s on you tonight” the call clicks off and all you hear is the dial tone

by the time you get to the office it’s 9:23 so you’re officially 23 minutes late BUT you made a stop by the starbucks across the street to grab a soy latte for the new boss

the old boss (mr lin - he was pretty chill but he was alSo pretty old so that explains why the company decided to let him go) would forgive you immediately when you presented a soy latte and a muffin to him

you were sure you’d be fine

“ooh, hold the lift, hold the lift!!!!!” you slip right into the lift right as the doors are about to shut and you let out a sigh of relief because you didN’t spill the coffee thank god

“hey, morning” you turn to give a nod of acknowledgement to the (handsome, very very handsome) stranger standing next to you

he’s dressed in a crisp suit and he’s currently scrolling through his phone but he looks up at you and kind of looks you over before humming in response

his raven black hair looks awfully soft and it’s perfectly styled

and whatever his cologne is…. you’re digging it because he smells goOd

you look up at the little screen telling you that you’re only on the eighteenth floor

the office is on the fifty-second floor and this lift is literally as slow as a snail

you then notice that the stranger is also going to the fifty-second floor

huh

a new co-worker!!

so either you wait in awkward silence with this hot stranger or you try to stir up some conversation

“y’know, i hear the new boss is a bit of a prick.” you snort, glancing over at the stranger. he tenses and his eyes leave his phone but he doesn’t turn

“oh, really? interesting” he shifts and tightens his grip on the folders he’s holding

“mm. and i’m his new secretary so hopefully he doesn’t chew me out for being-“ you look down at your watch “28 minutes late”

“his name’s yoongi. min yoongi. even his name sounds snooty, am i right?” you snort, glancing over again and just tryIng to get some kind of a reaction out of this emotionless person “are you, uh, are you new here?”

usually you’re like super charming but it doesn’t seem to be working on this guy

you glance up at the screen again and let out a breath of relief because you’re approaching the fifty-second floor

“it’s not good to be late, but i admit i’m a little behind on schedule as well. and yes, i’m new.”

“we better hurry otherwise mr min’ll have both our heads on sticks!”

“are you late because you stopped to get a coffee and food?” he raises an eyebrow and looks down at the starbucks cup

“hm? oh, well, kinda. it’s more like an apology drink and a chocolate chip muffin for the boss.” you raise the cup and the paper bag slightly “everyone loves muffins”

the elevator dings and the two of you look up

the doors open and you’re surprised to see… what looks like every single employee just standing in front of the doors

the stranger takes a step out but turns around quickly to face you and you’re kind of like ??

“i’d suggest doing a little more research next time, secretary. i’m not a muffin person.” and then he’s walking out and everyone’s bowing respectfully to him as he introduces himself

it doesn’t hit you until the doors slowly begin to close again and the last thing you see is jimin looking at you with so much pity in his eyes

“you’ve got to be kidding me.”

THAT WAS YOUR BOSS

THAT WAS MIN YOONGI AND YOU TOTALLY JUST

you would be so happy if in this moment the elevator just broke down and sent you hurdling down fifty two floors to your DEATH

you freeze when the doors slide open again but thankfully it’s just jimin standing there

“hey buddy” he approaches you slowly as if you were a ticking time bomb 

“hi”

“….so you met mr min i see”

“mhm”

“and i’m guessing u didn’t know that was mr min”

“yes”

“and i’m guessing u tried to strike up a conversation abouT mr min tO mr min”

“indeed”

jimin has to drag you out of the elevator and you’re as still as a statue as he fixes the collar on your blouse and makes sure your employee lanyard is straightened up

“i wouldn’t have gone with this blouse but i suppose this is presentable enough” jimin gestures towards the long hallway leading to yoongi’s office doors (with your cute little station set up by the doors) before he’s giving you a pat on the shoulder and heading back to his cubicle

you know that scene from the shining

the shot where it’s like a long, long hallway and there are those two creepy twins at the end

this is like that except instead of twins you have your new terrifying new boss’ office

you set your bag down on your chair before turning to the doors

you clear your throat a couple times and look down at the latte and the muffin sitting on your desk

maybe he’ll like the latte

so you pick it back up and you give yourself until the count of three

and then you’re knocking on his door and you hear a muffled ’come in’

you take a second to think over what the hell you’re going to say to him

“mr min i am sO sorry i swear i wasn’t trying to offend you i was just trying to be funny because i thought you-“

and just when you thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse

things get worse

because yoongi just so happened to be standing right by the door as you opened it and of COURSE you knock into him causing the lid to pop off the cup and now the two of you are covered in latte but it’s more you than him thanK god

your face is so red you’re sure you’re going to explode

you don’t even know what to say at this point

“i am……. so-“

“sorry? yeah, i’m seeing a main theme here with you.” yoongi scowls and shakes some coffee off his hand before looking down at his stained louis vuitton button up

this was new but it’s okay because he has 10 ten more in his closet

“i’ll pay for the dry cleaning?” is all you can squeak out because you are just so horrified

yoongi rolls his eyes discreetly while he’s patting himself down with his silk handkerchief

what the hell is wrong with you??? you’re not usually this clumsy and you’re sure you’re like 1 more sorry away from getting fired

“can you just send me my schedule for today?” he sighs as he heads back towards his desk “i’m sure it’s easy enough for you to handle” he mutters condescendingly and you know what you totally deserve that comment so you’re fine with it

“yessir” you don’t even bother asking if he actually wanted a coffee or not because you just want to get out of his fiery gaze

surprisingly the rest of the morning goes by pretty smoothly

he came out of the office wearing a new crisp shirt and you were like dAng this guy’s prepared for any situation

unlike you

because you’re sitting here with your cardigan buttoned all the way up to hide the stain

you keep a smile on your face whenever yoongi passes your desk to head back to his office but after you hear his door shut the smile drops and you always let out a breath of relief

he’s just so…. scary

and he’s your age too

if he was a co worker instead of your boss you were 100% sure the two of you wouldn’t get along at all

and you get along with almost EVERYONE

you’ve never been happier when your phone goes off and tells you it’s your lunch break because you just want to rant to jimin and

“turkey sandwich on whole wheat. lettuce, red onions, avocado, chipotle mayo. the place is called the sandwich station. it’s a block or two down. i’d like a green juice to go with it as well- hold the cucumber. they know my order. you can just tell them it’s for me.”

what the

yoongi literally just materialised out of nowhere

“….i’m sorry?”

yoongi clenches his jaw and you want to CRY

“it’s noon. meaning it’s lunch time. meaning i want my lunch.”

the old boss never made you go out to get a fancy sandwich for him

there’s a canteen here for a reason

they’re serving spinach and potato curry today!!!!!!!! which is your favourite!!!!!! and your lunch breaks are only an hour long and by the time you get back the curry will be gone but maybe you can ask jimin to save you a bite

“is there a problem?”

“no! no sir.” you shake your head quickly and get up from your seat “but, um, just to let you know we do have a canteen here if you ever- okay, yep, i’m going”

jimin’s standing by the lift when you get there and he’s like why did you press the down button the canteen is Up you dummy

and you’re like mr min wants a fancy sandwich and a green juice what kind of sane person likes green juice???

jimin promises he’ll save you a bite of the curry as long as you make it back in time aka fifteen minutes before he inhales it all

you say goodbye to each other in the form of air kisses as you walk into separate lifts

so now you’re sprinting down the sidewalk trying to find this damn sandwich place that isn’t one or two blocks away it’s like TWENTY minutes away according to google maps

you would’ve worn a sports bra today if you’d have known you’d be running

by the time you finally make it there you’re all sweaty and red and you can barely speak

“h..hi, a sandwich and a green juice thing for, um, mr min yoongi??” you look at the notes you scribbled down on your palm even though all the words are smudged from your hand sweat “it’s turkey on whole-“

“for yoongi??? coming right up!!!!” the girl at the counter seems a little too enthusiastic to be making a sandwich and a juice for him….. and she’s on a first name basis with him….

but whatever at least she’s being speedy about it

you check the time on your watch

jimin’s probably already eaten everything

your lunch break ends in half an hour and it’ll take you 20 minutes to head back so that leaves you with like ten minutes

maybe you can get a sandwich from here

you look up at the- oH NO way you are not paying tHAT much for a sandwich

this place is bougie

certainly not for someone with your budget

maybe there’s like a hot dog cart nearby

a hot dog sounds good

“here you go! tell him i said hi. i’m lisa, by the way.” she smiles and you give her a smile back as you take the bag from her

you kind of pause to think and you’re like hMm what do you meAn tell him i said hi,,,,,,

does yoongi have a secret sandwich lover

you don’t have time to think because you are reminded that you are running out of damn time

“thanks for being so fast, lisa. uh, here you go. this should cover it.” you throw the bills that yoongi gave you on the counter before you’re zipping out the door and beginning your little jog back

you feel your phone buzz in your pocket and you already know it’s yoongi wondering where the hell you are

you make it back in tEn minutes thank god but your feet are killing you and you’re sure your blouse is drenched in sweat by now

as you’re walking briskly down the hallway you pick up your pace when you see yoongi standing outside his office and leaning against the frame of the door

“what took you so long??”

“i-“

“there’s no excuse” yoongi snatches the bag from you and shuts the door in your face

you can already hear the chatter of people returning from their lunch breaks

aHHHH

your stomach grumbles and it’s your body’s way of reminding you that HEY quit neglecting M E

maybe you should have splurged on a fancy sandwich

you huff and plop down on your seat

now you’re just hangry and the next person who talks to you will FEEL YOUR FIERY WRATH

“by the way- reschedule my meeting with mr kim to next wednesday. he couldn’t make it today.” yoongi opens his door again and takes a sip of his obnoxious green juice

you spin around in your chair

immediately your lips tug up in a bright smile

“yes sir. i’d love to do that for you.” yoongi looks at you weirdly before he disappears into his room again

wow

where was that fiery wrath

that wrath could barely light up a birthday candle sis

about twenty minutes go by and you actually feel like you’re dying because you’re honestly starving so you decide to text jimin and tell him to sneak some food to you

you technically could just get up and go to the vending machine yourself but yoongi could pop out of his office at any minute and if he sees that you’re not at your desk he’ll definitely have your head

so it’s too risky

to: chimchim - be a pal and bring me a bag of chips or something from the vending machine

jimin jumps when his phone vibrates loudly against his desk and he apologises to his fellow cubicle mates before checking the notification

he can’t help but snort after he reads your message

to: y/n - i’m busy! get it yourself

he’s not surprised that you reply almost immediately

from: y/n - too risky!!!! plus you’re closer to the vending machine

from: y/n - just pretend like you need to print something you can come and use ~my~ personal printer

to: y/n - why would i walk across the floor to use your tiny ass printer

from: y/n - PLEASE i am so hungry i will take care of the laundry this week just get me something to eat before my body starts eating itself

jimin immediately gets up from his seat and heads right to the vending machine

he hates doing the laundry

you want to cry tears of joy when you see jimin’s blonde head bobbing down the hallway from where you’re sitting

“don’t accidentally turn all our white sheets pink agaIN” he teases and he tosses you the bag of chips that you open greedily

he’s munching on an apple himself

he’s always been the healthier one out of the two of you

“how’s the boss?”

you’re immediately triggered

“omg i had to go to this dumb fancy sandwich place and pick up an overpriced turkey club and a green juice for him and then one of the sandwich workers was like obViously wanting me to say hi to mr min for her and i was like ?? what do i look like a messenger pigeon or something” you snort and shove a handful of chips into your mouth unattractively 

“and ALSO he totally got mad at me when i got back because i took too long but it’s not my fault your dumb sandwich place is like a million miles away and another ALSO i’m walking in HEELS-”

“you should invest in a pair of flats, perhaps”

wow

there’s something else to add to your already shitty first impression

you swallow thickly when you realise jimin didn’t say that

you turn around slowly in your chair and you’re met with the intimidating gaze of yoongi

….R U KIDDING

why do bad things happen to good people???

yoongi tosses his trash into the bin sitting by your desk before he’s looking up at a terrified jimin

“is there a reason why you’re here, mr park?”

“…i needed to print something” he swallows his bite of apple and hides it behind his back

“do you not have a printer on your side?”

“it was jammed, sir.” 

“what are you printing?”

jimin blanks and all that comes out of his mouth is

“contra..ct. sir.”

“what contract?”

“this one!! this one” you grab a random sheet of paper of your desk and stand up and shove it into jimin’s chest

“yep, this one! i’ll be on my way, thanks for letting me use your printer y/n!” jimin practically rockets down the hallway to head back to his desk

dang

he barely made it out of there alive

he’s never doing that again

there’s a silence between you and yoongi for a couple seconds as the two of you watch jimin bolt away

you turn around a little to face him with a sheepish smile and you wobble slightly on your heels

“can i trust you to be more responsible and do your work instead of complaining to your friend about your awful boss?”

you open your mouth to reply but you dip your head down in shame

yah

you deserve that one

“sorry, sir” you murmur under your breath and you don’t want to look at yoongi because if you do you’ll definitely burst into tears

and your face is sO hot

you look up when you hear the click of yoongi’s door shutting and you let out a breath before sitting down

okay

time to actually work

you’ll find a way to make it up to yoongi

hopefully

the next morning you make sure to set your alarm like an hour earlier than you usually wake up because this day has to go PERFEctly otherwise you will literally stab your eyeball out with a letter opener

yesterday night you already set up yoongi’s schedule for today so that when he wakes up and checks his calendar he’ll know exactly what’s going on

you even memorised his schedule

he has 2 conference calls in the morning (one starts at 8:30 and the other at 10:15) and 2 meetings in the afternoon (one starts at 1:45 and the other at 4:30)

you just want to prove to him that you’re not a total disaster and you’re capable of handling this job

and you made sure to dress yourself up a little more ~professionally~ although it pained you to leave your skinny jeans aside and slip into a pencil skirt instead

you hATe pencil skirts

they’re so tight and after you eat lunch you always feel like your tummy is going to buSt out

so yes you’re wearing a nice white button up long sleeved shirt tucked into a black pencil skirt along with a pair of shiny black heels that you polished last night

you also spray on some perfume and put a little more effort into your makeup

because,,,,, it’s no secret that min yoongi is an attractive man

ahem

you just want to look more presentable!!!

you texted jimin last night and asked if he wanted to get to work early this morning and he was just like lmao who do u think i am

so you pass by his apartment door and stick a note on the front that just says ‘good morning - see you at work!!’

it’s about a twenty ish minute walk and you’re definitely regretting choosing a pair of stiLETTOs to wear

so you take them off and proceed to walk comfortably to starbucks to get yourself and yoongi a coffee

you’re about to ask for a muffin but then you remember that he doEsn’T liKE muFfInS so you stick with a black coffee for him and a caramel macchiato for yourself

of course you’re hungry so you get a bagel for yourself with extrA cinnamon cream cheese

after you get everything you head on over to the building and greet the security guards good morning and they’re all pretty surprised because you’re never here,, so early

your heels click clacking on the marble floor is the only thing that’s heard as you make your way down the hallway to your desk

you check the time on your watch and you’re satisfied with yourself because you still have about thirty minutes until work starts

and you lean back against your chair and you give yourself a mental high five because uMMM,,, you’re kiLLING it and it’s not even 8am yet

you look around and

wow it’s quiet

you can hear the bustling of the city from outside and it’s oddly very calming

you kind of want to fall asleep

plus that bagel really filled u up and you always get sleepy after a good meal

uh oh

okay

look

maybe you can take like

a five minute nap

you deserve it!

you can re energize yourself and then you’ll be even more efficient today

you rest your head on your folded arms and shut your eyes

yeah

five minutes

“good morning, sir”

“morning, mr min!”

“good morning, sir!!”

click

clack

click

clack

your eyes open and your vision adjusts to youryou shoot up from your desk and wipe the drool off the side of your mouth and stand up from your chair immediately

and you glance down at your laptop and see that you didn't take a five minute snooze you took a FORTY minute snooze

thank god you're a light-ish sleeper otherwise yoongi's shoes echoing down the hallway would definitely not have woken you up and he would’ve caught you sleePING

you look up to see yoongi walking down the hallway looking at his phone

so you quickly fix your hair and straighten yourself up

“good morning sir” you clear your throat to get the raspy sleepiness out of your voice and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear

he walks past you and goes straight into his office and you’re about to sit down but then you remember you have a coFfee for him

so you knock on his door clutching his now lukewarm coffee

“i have a coffee here for you, boss” you walk over to his desk and place the cup on his desk

“one cream one sugar?”

uh oh

this coffee is black

“….i will be… right back” and you pick up the coffee and walk out of his room calmly

once you shut the door behind you you’re immEDIATELy zipping down the hallway to the break room

this coffee isn’t even lukewarm anymore now it’s just cold sad coffee

daMN it

it was stupid to buy a coffee forty minutes beforehand

and you can just make coffee here!!!! you dingus!!!!!

so you dump out the coffee and you see namjoon about to pour himself a cup but you slip over and you’re like namjoon sweetie hi good morning can i take that i am sO sorry

and you take the pot from him and refill yoongi’s cup

he just blinks at you because you hand him back an empty coffee pot

“it’s for the big guy you know how it is” and you reach past him to get the cream and a sugar cube and you plop it in and give it a stir

and you pop the lid back on and you’re like thanks joon i owe you big time!! and honestly you were moving so fast namjoon's not even sure what just happened

so you’re practically sprinting down the hall in stilettos back to yoongi’s office and you spot jimin walking out of the lift as you past by and you manage to say goOD morning buddy!!! but all he sees is like a blur and he rubs his eyes

when you get back to the office you’re panting a little but you calm your breaths as you set the coffee down

“one cream one sugar, boss” and you straighten your blouse and clear your throat

yoongi types something out on his phone and blindly reaches for the coffee cup and you gently nudge it towards his hand

he takes a sip and then looks up from his phone and gets his first glance at you for the day and

yoongi chokES on his coffee and quickly sets it down

holy shit

you don’t even look like the same y/n as yesterday

“oh shoot- do you need a napkin?? i’ll get a napkin hold on” and you shuffle out of the room and yoongi isn’t usually like this but he can’t help but let his eyes flicker down because dAmn you look good in that skirt

he thought you looked cute yesterday with your polka dotted blouse and your jeans but today you look so

sexy

god damn

okay

he needs to chill

you’re his secretary

he’s your boss

even more you’re his KLUtzY secretary who spilled coffee all over his shirt and talked smack about him

“…sir?” he snaps himself out of it and looks up and you’re standing over him holding a napkin

he thanks you quietly and takes it from you and dabs at his mouth

okay woO

keep it professional yoongi

“you've got a conference call in twenty minutes. i put everything in your calendar and it should alert you five minutes beforehand but in case it doesn't i'll come in and remind you. i filed the contracts you asked me to sort out yestreday everything's colour coded and also arrange alphabetically so it should be easier to find next time."

yoongi blinks up at you because... what happened to the y/n he met yesterday

“right. yes. good. okay." yoongi swallows thickly when he sees you suck your bottom lip in between your teeth which seems to be a nervous habit of yours "that's all i need from you then. you can go now."

you nod happily and see yourself out

this is a good start 

things are going to be greAT from here

:-) 

so

it’s been about two weeks since yoongi took over the company

and all you have to say is

you want to jump out the window

you want to jump off the fifty second floor of this building because yoongi is working you like a dog

which is something that you obviously aren’t accustomed to because the most rigorous thing you had to do for your old boss was to walk across the floor and get him a snack from the vending machine

but yoongi doesn’t do vending machine snacks because it’s appArently all trans fats

he mentioned it to you when you were scarfing down a little packet of cookies because of course you didn’t have time to get lunch for yourself because you were getting his stupid fancy sandwich like a million miles away

and you were like :) and threw it away and he nodded satisfactorily and then went into his office

and you bent down and picked the packet back up and threw the rest of the mini cookies into your mouth

he’s your boss not your dad

he can’t control your diet!!

omg

you’re so physically and mentally drained

you feel like a husk

your soul left your body the moment you met yoongi and it hasn’t returned ever since

you usually like being a secretary because you like organising things and colour coding things and going like ‘i’m so sorry- mr min will have to call you back’ and slamming the phone down because it makes you feel ~powerful~

but damn

you wish you had applied for an office job like jimin

he works in human resources

you would probably be really good in like finances or some other section like that

of course jimin isn’t paid as much as you’re paid so there’s that

you do want to continue having a roof over your head and food in your tummy so

you grin and bear it

to make a long story short

you strongly dislike yoongi and you’re pretty sure he hates you

here are some more things that have happened in the last two weeks

yoongi told you to photocopy 50 copies of a contract

of course you said yes and you went ahead to your little copying machine and made 50 copies

and when you went back and handed him the copies he looked at them and blinked and then looked at you and he was like this isn't the contract i asked you to copy

and you were like ?? you hANded me the contract

“this isn't the right contract”

“i-???”

“you were supposed to copy this one” and he hands you a DIFFERENT CONTRACT

so you end up shredding 50 sheets of paper and you make a brand new 50 copies and when you give the new ones to yoongi he’s like what took you so damn long??

and you were like

YOU, YOU BITCH

YOU TOOK ME SO DAMN LONG

you wanted to SCREAM

and another time

yoongi was about to go into a meeting but before that he told you that as soon as mr kim calls for him you should tell yoongi immediately

and your concern was that mr kim would call during the meeting and you would have to interrupt the meeting which is noT what you want to do but before you can voice your concern yoongi's like okay peace out i'm leaving now

and of course because the universe is against you

mr kim called during the meeting

so you knocked on the door and opened it and there are like 15 businesspeople just staring at you blankly and yoongi's staring at you blankly at the front of the desk

“sir, um, mr kim called"

and he nods and waves you away so you shut the door

after the meeting ends yoongi literally goes like

you shouldn't interrupt another meeting like that again

and you said that you only did it because yOOngi said to tell him as SOON as mr kim called

“hm. i don't recall telling you that."

you had your hands balled into fists so tightly that your knuckles were starting to get white but of coURse all you say is

“you're right, sir. it was my bad. it won't happen again."

“it better not."

and aNOTHER THING

LISA

lisa the sandwich girl

it's like she's expecting you to hook her up with yoongi

everytime you go into the shop she hands you yoongi's lunch and is always like :) tell :) yoongi :) i :) said :) hi :) and you’re like :) let :) go :) of :) the :) bag :) i :) need :) to :) leave :)

and because lisa is the last thing you're concerned about you never tell yoongi she says hi but you don't need to because lately she's been writing notes on the paper bag like ‘i was going to write a pun about a sandwich but i was afraid you’d find it stALe’

when you read that you were like ?? what does that mean are you saying the bread you used in his sandwich today is stale

one time you decided you'd splurge so you treated yourself to a sandwich from there made by lisa herself

it was,,, the worst sandwich you've ever had in your entire life

the bread was barely toasted

there was like 3 pounds of mayo in there

she was skimpy on the turkey

she placed the tomatoes on the bottom making the bread all soggy

yoongi must really REALLY want to get into lisa's pants if he can continue eating this shit without gagging

the conclusion here is that you hate lisa’s sandwiches but not as much as you hate yoongi

:) and you’re allowed to say that because you’re only saying it to yourself and it doesn’t count if no one else knows about your feelings :)

“we’re going to have sO much fun tonight it’s literally been a century since we last got to go to a club and get wasted!!!!! i even bought a brand new shirt for the occasion.” jimin grins and takes a sip of his juice and you nod excitedly

“i’m so ready to get shit faced let me tell you mr min honestly wants to make me rip my-“

“miss y/l/n.” both you and jimin turn when you hear your name and you’re surprised to see yoongi standing there

why’s he in the canteen he’s never in the canteen

“mr min, what.. can i help you with?” you clear your throat and turn yourself around a little more to face him

“i need you to stay late tonight to reorganise some files that your old boss kept tucked away in the drawers. it’s frankly a mess in there.” you don’t even get a chance to respond before yoongi takes a bite of an apple and strolls away casually

wait what

he can’t just

okay technically he can do that because he’s your boss but

not tonight!!! 

“mr min i don’t-“ you stand up quickly to chase him and he whips around and raises an eyebrow

“is there something wrong?”

yes there’s something wrong

you have plans tonight!!!!!!!!!

you’re going dancing and you’re going to down shots like there’s no tomorrow and you’re going to wake up tomorrow morning with a hangover like never before so yEs there’s something wrong

“…i don’t know if you wanted me to colour code them or arrange them alphabetically.” you breathe out and you feel your soul leave your body

your first night out in weeks and now you have to stay late and arrange dusty old files

“both.”

“of course, sir.”

“i’ll be here to keep you company you can get ‘shit-faced’ another time.”

you’re pretty sure you’re going to burst into tears when you see jimin and a couple other co-workers seemingly having a bLast at the new club downtown from his snapchat story

you let out a grunt as you get up from your knees

you’ve been organising these damn files for like two hours

yoongi was done with his phone call like half an hour ago and then he said he was going to get some food

your stomach grumbles at the thought of food

you h8 your boss with a burning passion

another twenty minutes pass and you’ve never been so relieved in your life when you finALLY are finished with the files

it only took like 30 years to dust things off and then colour code them and then re label them and then arrange them alphabetically

“good job, y/l/n” you give yourself a pat on the back and then plop down on yoongi’s cushy office chair

wow you feel powerful just sitting here

it only takes a second for you to start spinning the chair in circles because this is literally your only form of entertainment for the night

“if you break my chair it’s coming out of your paycheque.” you stop spinning immediately when yoongi seemingly appears out of nowhere

you’re about to apologise profusely and get up but from the way yoongi tilts his head and offers you the smallest of smirks you know you’re not in trouble

“i wasn’t going to break it.” you grumble and you’re about to get off his chair and let him sit but he sits across from you instead

you’re in the boss’ chair and he’s not

how the tables have turned,,,,,,,,

“here. eat. the only place open at this hour was mcdonald’s.”

“you bought dinner for me?”

yoongi plops a paper bag on the desk and your mouth waters when he pulls out a big mac and an order of large fries

“oh gosh, boss. you didn’t have to go all out for lil ol me” yoongi can’t help but smile before he shakes his head and pulls out a miLKSHAKE

“a vanilla milkshake? i thought you weren’t into sugar.”

“it’s for you. i know how much you love anything that rots your teeth.”

oh

that’s like

oddly sweet

but also kind of insulting

but still sweet in his own way

“i also bought a couple beers if you’re interested you won’t get shit-faced like you wanted to but you’ll get a little buzzed.” he pulls a niNE pack of beers out of the bag and cracks one open for himself

at first the meal is kind of awkward

the two of you are kind of just sitting there in silence eating food and drinking

but yoongi breaks the silence when he sees you dip a french fry into your milkshake

what

the

what the fuk

u so nasty

“that’s disgusting.”

“don’t knock it til you try it!” when yoongi opens his mouth to give you another snarky comment you shove a milkshake dipped fry into his mouth

he chews thoughtfully and then swallows

“what do you think?”

it’s sweet

and it’s salty

at the same time

somehow this disgusting combination works

“it’s… it’s okay, but it’s still disgusting.” yoongi mutters and takes a swig of his beer “here, i can’t finish all of these on my own.” he hands you a can of beer and you crack it open

the two of you spend the next hour eating and drinking

halfway through eating your milkshake became yours and yoongi’s milkshake

yoongi’s really enjoying your french fry hack in case that wasn’t clear

you’re really enjoying this beer it’s surprisingly good quality coming from the corner store

“i’m serious! i turned all the white sheets pink because of one red sock and jimin didn’t talk to me for a whole week because the two of us had to come to work wearing matching pink button-ups.” yoongi throws his head back in laughter and you suppress your own laughter by taking another sip of beer

the alcohol coursing through your veins is making you become a little more talkative than usual

“i have a question for you, boss”

“shoot”

“why do you hate me?” you push your bottom lip out in a pout and yoongi looks up at you in surprise as he wipes his hands off on a napkin

“where did you get that idea?”

“because you-“ hiccup “because you’re always so mean to me! like i know i didn’t have a great first impression but you knOw i’ve already apologised like a triLLion times for what i said and you also know i only say things to be funny but you’Re such a meanie-bobeenie sometimes it makes me wonder what the hell i’m supposed to do to make you-“

“y/n, i don’t hate you. i’m just-“ yoongi pauses to think “i’m just like that.”

why was he so mean to you all the time? he didn’t have a particular reason

maybe it’s like that thing where when kids have crushes on each other they’re mean to their crush instead of

wa,,,,,,aaaaaait a second,,,,,

yoongi has to admit he’s taken an iNKLing of an interest in you since your first meeting but it’s not serious or anything

like yes you’re attractive and you’re his type but,.,.,.,.,. ya you’re just his secretary it’s not a big deal he doesn’t like you like that

right

right???

“it’s, uh, it’s getting late - we should probably head home.” yoongi clears his throat and begins cleaning up the wrappers and napkins and ketchup packets

“thanks for treating me to an extravagant meal tonight, mr min. you really didn’t have to.” the two of you step onto the lift and you hit the ground floor level for yourself and the parking lot level for yoongi

“trust me, i did. i know how upset you were about not getting to go out with mr park and the others… and fast food makes everyone feel better. by the way - it’s after-hours. you can call me yoongi - mr min makes me feel like i’ve aged 50 years.” he nudges you playfully and you’re like i should get yoongi to drink more beers if he acts like this from it

and then ur like o wait that’s call alcoholism so maybe not

“touché.” the elevator dings and you look up “this is me! i’ll see you in the morning then, boss.”

before you get off the lift yoongi stops you

“sorry if i’ve been, um, a little hard on you since i started working here. you’re responsible and you’re hardworking i’m glad to have you as my secretary, y/n, even if i don’t show it sometimes. i promise i’ll try to be less of a… as you said, a meanie-bobeenie.”

that was,, unexpected

but aw!!!!

that’s nice of him to say

your lips tug up in a bright smile

“i’ll see you in the morning… yoongi.”you step out of the lift and you wave at yoongi as the doors shut

waking up in the morning for work feels a lot better now that you know yoongi doesn’t actually hate you

although your slight hangover doesn’t feel that great

you keep your sunglasses on when you walk into the office with yoongi’s coffee

and when you knock on his door and enter his office to see him also wearing his sunglasses you can’t help but laugh

“you’re having black coffee today, it’ll wake you up.”

“please tell me i don’t have any meetings today because i feel like death.” yoongi’s voice is all low and raspy and in ur head you’re like [h o ly shit that’s hot]

“i hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you have two. your first one is in ten minutes. and i suggest taking your sunglasses off before you head in there.”

yoongi groans and slams his head down on his desk

the next couple of weeks go by pretty smoothly

aside from like one or two-ish slip ups

“y/n?”

“yes, sir?” you’re about to leave his office after giving him his morning coffee

you were almost late but after you took your heels off in the middle of the street and sprinted back to the office you made it right on time

the downside of getting there on timE is the fact that in your rush you literally forgot to pick up yoongi’s cup of coffee that was SITTING ON THE COUNTER neXT to youRS YOU IDIOT

luckily you picked up a little trick

in case something like this happened, you always bought two cups of the same coffee

like if you spill one cup it’s fine because you still have the other

but in this case you only have one cup

and this is your cup

and it says ‘call me sometime :-) -jungkook’

jungkook is the cute new barista that started working at your starbucks like three weeks ago?? he usually has the morning shift

and yeah you’ve been having fun like,,, flirting with him

because he’s an attractive guy

chestnut brown hair

cute round eyes

adorable smile

and he’s very very verY charming

so SUE you if you’re having a good time!!!! (although you’re like low key leading him on so you better cut it out soon)

but it seems that today was the day that jungkook decided he’d finally make a move

because when yoongi turns his coffee cup and points to the note

you’re like ….:) shit :)

“who is jungkook, and why does he want me to call him?”

“…business proposal?”

“and his form of communication is via paper coffee cups?”

“kids are getting super creative nowadays, boss”

“mm, okay.” yoongi takes a sip of his coffee and lets out a small sigh “you sure this wasn’t your cup?”

“nope. i need at least like five pounds of sugar and creamer in my coffee.” you laugh awkwardly and back up towards to the door “i wouldn’t get the same cup of coffee as you in case… something happened… oH is that my phone ringing pardon me!!” and you slam the door and plop down on your seat and let out a breath

yoongi smiles to himself and shakes his head

but he’s definitely going to need to call this jungkook and tell him to back off

yoongi’s definitely warming up to you

after one of his meetings he passed by your desk and placed a pack of those mini chocolate chip cookies from the vending machine in front of you and you were like gASP a GIFT

“what’s this for??”

“for actually getting to work on time two weeks in a row. keep it up and i might just treat you to a chocolate bar, too.”

one day as you’re coming back from your lunch break you see yoongi at your desk huffing and grumbling to himself

“mr min?” he looks up at you and then looks back down “what are you-“

“i’m trying to photocopy this contract but your stupid printer won’t-“ he pauses to smack the side of it and you gasp in shock because he just whacked your bABY “won’t work!! i think we need to get you a new one.” he scowls and scratches the top of his head

you roll your eyes before gesturing for him to scoot and then bending down to check out how much damage he’s done (somehow he created a small paper jam)

“it’s my printer and it only responds to my magic touch.” you punch a couple buttons on the thing and it sputters for a second before a fresh photocopy comes out the slit “here you go, boss!” you hand yoongi the sheet and he’s like i could’ve done it myself ur printer is just weird and you’re like mMMmm

you sit down on your seat and yoongi’s about to head into his office before

“by the way - i’m going on a date tonight, with lisa. can you jot that down in my schedule? the dinner reservation is at 6.”

“date with lisa at 6” you reply almost immediately and begin typing it out onto his schedule

wait

what

he’s going out on a date?

your heart immediately drops to your stomach

all you typed in was date with lis and you’re getting up and stumbling into his office

you wrap your fingers around the frame of the door and peek in

“boss?”

“mhm” he doesn’t look up at you and you swallow nervously

“what,,, what do u mean you’re going out on a date”

yoongi looks up at you and is like ?

“it’s pretty self explanatory… have you never been on one?”

your cheeks flame up and you’re like “of couRSE i’ve been on one i just-“ you stop yourself and press your lips together because what exactly are you going to say to yoongi

oH i just thought maybe i had a shot with you because we’ve been spending so much time together lately and we’ve gotten preTTy close and i think nO i'm pretty sure i have a teensy weensy crush on you sir but enjoy your date!!!!!

you scratch the back of your neck awkwardly and feel your cheeks flame up at the fact that you…. definitely have feelings for ur boss

but he has feelings for someone else

ouch

“i just… wanted to remind you that you have a skype conference at 10 tonight. i, um, i’ll be working late so if you need help during the conference you know where to find me and stuff. uh, yeah. that’s it.”

“okay. what time is it?”

you peer down at your watch

“5:20. you should probably get going in the next 20 minutes so you won’t lose your reservation”

“mm.”

there’s a moment of silence and you take that as a hint to leave

“y/n, wait.” yoongi lets out a breath and he stops sorting through the papers on his desk

you spin around on your heels and you’re like yes???

“if i’m not back by 9:30 give me a call to remind me about the meeting.”

“yes, sir.” you sigh and shut the door

yoongi frowns once you leave

it'll be fine

he's going to have a great time with lisa

yeah

your chair squeaks under you as you plop down on it and lean back and look up at the ceiling

wow

well

you feel pathetic

what were you thinking?

of course he’s not interested in you

he thinks you’re just a klutzy idiot of a secretary

you thought something had changed between the two of you considering you’d been spending sO much damn time together and honestly speaking you had completely forgotten about lisa

were you really that crazy to think that mAybe there was ~something~ romantic going on between the two of you?

why did you have to be such a hopeless romantic

you definitely need to cut back on the romcom binge-watching sessions with jimin

and now your fukicgn eyes are starting to tear up

great

just gREAT

stop!!!!

no crying at work!!!!!!!!!!! you are a grown woman!! get it together for the love of god

you squeeze your eyes shut and curse to yourself when you feel a hot tear rolling down the side of your face and you use the sleeve of your blouse to dab it away

if yoongi comes out and sees you crying that’d be humiliating

just cry at home like a normal person

you calm yourself and distract yourself by scrolling through and organising your emails

soon enough yoongi’s door opens and he steps out and woW

he looks so dreamy

he fixed his hair and you’re pretty sure he changed into another shirt because this one has no wrinkles

yoongi adjusts his cufflinks before patting himself down to check for his phone and wallet

and before you can help yourself

“you look handsome, mr min.” you immediately look away when yoongi turns to look at you and you’re like hMMm let me take a look at this sticky note that only has a smiley face doodled on it

a small smile tugs at yoongi’s lips when he sees your cheeks warm a little

god u r so ADOrable

no

no! he scolds himself and reminds himself that dating someone you work with never ends well

he has to get over this stupid little crush of his and lisa is the perfect distraction

maybe he’ll end up really reaLLy liking lisa and then he won’t have to worry about you anymore

yep

that’s a good plan

“buy yourself some dinner. i’ll see you later.” yoongi tosses a couple crumpled up bills onto the counter and then he gestures to the hallway and then he’s off

you watch wistfully as he makes his way down the hallway

lisa’s one lucky girl

the next couple of hours really give you some alone time to reflect on what’s happening

let’s see

you like yoongi

a loT more than you thought you did

and he doesn’t feel the same way

nothing ever works out for you in the world of ~romance~

even in high school and college

no one was ever interested in u

and when you thought someone was interested they were actually just being nice to you

of course after you graduated things were a little different

you used tinder and ended up losing your virginity to this guy you’d texted for like a month

he came after like two strokes and then kicked you out of his place and that’s the most romantic thing someone’s ever done for you

great

you’re going to die alone

you groan and pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration

save the tears for home save the tears for home

you’re rarely at the office alone at night

usually there are other people on the level but tonight it’s just you

you would be creeped out but you’re too busy pitying yourself to be scared of any ghosts or demons potentially haunting the building

you finished work earlier than you thought you would and you were tempted to leave because you have nothing else to do but you told yoongi you’d be here

maybe he’ll give you a small raise for being such a loyal secretary

you just finished your dinner (fish tacos and french fries from the food truck across the street) and you’re just aimlessly scrolling through your facebook feed

it’s about 8:15 when you hear the faint ding of the elevator and you perk up

and then you hear yoongi

you recognise the sound of his walk

why did he come back so soon his meeting isn’t for like another hour and a bit

you get up from your chair and straighten yourself out and look up as yoongi approaches your desk

“back so soon?? it’s only- oh my goD” yoongi’s grumbling to himself while dabbing at his shirt that has a huge splatter of wine on it

yikEs

no wonder he’s back

it’s fine you’ll get him another shirt and he’ll head back to the restaurant

how did he pour sO much wine on himself

“i’ll get you another shirt, boss”

you immediately go into his office and grab a crisp shirt for him from his little closet

you walk out and

oh sweet baby jesus

you squeak and instinctively cover your eyes as your cheeks flush because

yoongi is shirtless

“sorry, i just wanted to get as much of it out as possible” yoongi’s not looking at you but that’s good because now you’re basically gawking at him

he has his shirt on your desk and is rubbing pretty hard at the purple stain

he’s kind of bent over and you can see his bicep flex every time he wipes

and o hl o r d

his back muscles,,,,,,,,,,,

“are you, um, is lisa waiting for you at the restaurant? did you just come back to change?”

yoongi pauses

“she went home. the date didn’t work out. there was no spark. the meeting is more important anyways” he grumbles before getting up and looking down at the shirt

“what- you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to but what… happened on the date?”

yoongi sighs as he slips into his shirt and you’re about to apologise because it’s really none of your business but then he speaks up

“i don’t wanna get too into it, but the gist of it is that she kinda just wanted me for my money and then when i accused her of that she threw her wine all over me” he shrugs as if that’s the most casual thing to happen ever

oh dang

that’s rough

that sucks!!!! lisa sucks!!!!! what sane person would be perfectly fine taking advantage of someone like that??

(you hated lisa the moment you met her)

“oh… i’m sorry, that sucks” is all you can manage because you’ve never been good with comforting people “if it… makes you feel any better i think her sandwiches are put together pretty sloppily i mean i could probably make better sandwiches with my feet”

that gets a laugh out of yoongi and he shakes his head

“yeaH i’m definitely going to take a break from sandwiches for a while”

he buttons his shirt up and fixes the collar before he moves past you and into his office

meanwhile you fold up his stained shirt and tuck it into your purse so that you can drop it off at the dry cleaners tomorrow

you figure you’d give yoongi a little alone time

you want to comfort him but you don’t know how

so you distract yourself by making a cup of coffee since it’s already pretty late

“you want a cup of coffee? i made extra” you poke your head into yoongi’s office and raise your brow when you see he’s not sitting at his desk

“i could use some caffeine.” yoongi’s standing at his closet and is currently trying to tie his tie but his fingers are not cooperating with him and he’s clearly struggling

you’re about to go and get his coffee but then you hear him mumbling about how dumb ties are and you can’t help it you need to help him out

“here, let me,” you click over to yoongi and slip in between him and the mirror before reaching up to fix his tie

he stares down at you as you wrap the blade around the tail of the tie and a fond smile twitches at his lips

there’s something different about you but he can’t point out what it is

your brows are knitted together in intense concentration and

wow you’re cute

“once around…” you mumble to yourself and pause, tilting your head in confusion

that doesn’t look right

“oh, wait. twice! twice around, sorry” you adjust the tie slightly and make sure it’s not so tight so that’s it’s cutting off his breathing lol

“twice around…” yoongi breathes out and his head lowers a little when you yank on the tie gently to tighten it

your eyes flicker up and your cheeks immediately flush when you realise how close you are to yoongi right now

you’re basically pressed up against the mirror and you’d only have to take like half a step closer and your nose would be touching his

you don’t know what it is but you find yourself tugging on his tie and pulling him down so that you can press your lips against his

yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise but his lips are moving on their own accord

and for the first time evER

yoongi’s heart flutters in his chest

he’s never felt this way before

not even with lisa

your lips are so unbelievably soft

yoongi can taste the strawberry chapstick that he sees you apply all the time and he can’t help but suck your bottom lip in between his teeth

and when you let out a little moan of his name his hands itch to pull you closer because god daMn…

and then it hits you

you’re kissing yoongi

you’re kissing your boss

you’re not just kissing him you guys are fully making out

RED ALERT

what the hELL R U DOING

you immediately pull away and you are just,,, mortified

just because u haven’t gotten laid in like idk 8 months doesn’t mean you can go around KISSING anyone you like

get your hormones in check girl!!!!!!

this is not the way to comfort someone!!!!!!!

“oh shit- that wasn’t- i’m so sorry, i, uh- i don’t know why i did that but-“ yoongi’s about to speak up to calm you down and tell you it’s okay but then the skype ringtone echoes from his desk and the two of you are reminded that he has a very important conference call “okay, i’ll be out there, um, have fun??” you bolt out of the room and shut the door behind you and uGHHHH

for about forty minutes you’re just stewing in your own humiliation as yoongi takes his call

meanwhile yoongi can barely focus on what he’s talking about because all he can think about are your lips and how sweet you taste

you realise you’ve spent the last ten minutes just staring at a blank word document because all you can think about it WHY DID I DO THAT

you hear yoongi saying goodbye to whoever he’s talking to and you slap your face gently a couple times to snap out of it

maybe you can just act casual about it

haha yeah bro we just kissed but it’s fine it’s totally normal i kiss jimiN all the time

okay that’s not a very good approach to the situation

you don’t get a chance to come up with another brilliant solution because yoongi’s office door opens and he steps out before switching the lights off and tucking his phone and wallet into his back pocket

“c’mon, i’ll drive you home”

wha,,,, you don’t think you can survive a car ride home with yoongi because you’re still mortified about what happened

and he’s not bringing it up either so maybe he just wants to forget about it too

“oh, no, it’s alright! i can take the bus home”

“it’s a little past midnight it’s not safe. don’t be stubborn.”

“i’m not being stubborn! seriously, it’s fine” you wave him off before pointing to your laptop “i have some work to do anyway”

yoongi bends down to look at your screen and raises an eyebrow

“this is an empty word document.” he stands back up and looks down at you before nodding his head over to the hallway “pack up your stuff that’s an order.” he switches your desk lamp off for you before he’s walking towards the elevators and well you don’t have a choice now so

you shove everything into your bag and grab your cardigan off the back of your chair before quickly jogging over to the lift

the two of you step in and you’re standing so close that your arms are pressed together

but neither of you seem to be moving away

interesting

the two of you stare up at the little screen showing the descending floor numbers

“i’m perfectly capable of taking myself home”

“i’m aware”

“so i’ll just take the bus then?”

“nope”

“mr min “

“yoongi. it’s after hours. you can call me yoongi, y/n.”

((his name is cute to you for some reason))

“yoOngi. i don’t want to inconvenience you, sir. my place is like a twenty-minute drive away and your penthouse is like five minutes “

“it’s not an inconvenience. come.” you figure there’s no use trying to argue with yoongi

he pretty much always gets his way no matter what

maybe that’s why he’s so rich

you trail behind him and he unlocks his car (it’s a sleek black range rover!!!!!!!!!) and he gets into the driver’s seat while you slip into the passenger seat

“are you sure about this, yoongi? i feel bad because you’ve already had a bad night like don’t feel obligated to drive me home because i helped you tie your-“

“i’m literally not even listening to you right now” the engine purrs to life and yoongi pulls out of his spot

he has his sleeves rolled up and his tie is loosened and his hair is kind of messy probably from him running his hand through it (a nervous habit you’ve noticed he has)

…..god he looks sexy

it’s also pretty late and his voice has gotten slightly raspy and is like an octave lower

your mind wanders and you find yourself wondering what he’d sound like while

omg get urself together

you’re tempted to just not say anything for the entire duration of the ride and just let the radio do the talking but

“…so you really don’t know how to tie your own tie?” yoongi smiles at your question as he keeps his eyes on the road

“it’s too much effort, tying a tie. that’s why most of mine are those clip-on ones” he admits and your mouth drops because LoL you have this professional ceo who terrifies everyone and he uses lil clip-on ties like a little boy

“clip-on ties??? omG that’s so adorable you’re so cute” you blurt out as you laugh at him and yoongi glances over at you for a second before he shakes his head and laughs along

the rest of the ride to your place consists of you sharing funny stories and yoongi mostly listening and focusing on driving but he laughs a lot and you feel good because you think you’re making him feel better about the she who shall not be named situation

((lisa doesn’t deserve him anyways))

lisa is the last thing on yoongi’s mind because of you

:-))

he never really liked those sandwiches anywho

you feel kinda sad when he rolls up to the front of your building because you guys were having such a nice time

like you’ve literally never been so casual with yoongi before

you like spending time with him

…you like him.

that was probably pretty obvious considering you kissed him

he hasn’t brought it up,,,,,, which is kind of concerning but

knowing yoongi he’s acting professional about it

“thanks for the ride, yoongs.” the nickname slips out accidentally and you look up to make sure he’s not like disgUSted with the new nickname you’ve given him

“c’mon, i’ll walk you to the door”

he gets out of the car before you can protest

you hop out and shut the door behind you and he locks the car

“thanks for everything, by the way. i enjoyed your company tonight.” yoongi murmurs and in the dim streetlights you can see his cheeks go a little pink

“i know. i’m amazing company, what can i say?” you joke and yoongi rolls his eyes because of coUrse you would say something like that “i hope i made you feel a little better.”

“you did” the two of you stop in front of the entrance and you turn to face each other

“good! that’s good. well,,,,goodnight, boss” you’re about to zip right into the building but you’re stopped by yoongi tugging on your wrist causing you to spin around and all of a sudden you feel yoongi press the ~softest~ kiss to your cheek

aaAHHHHHHHHHHHH

“goodnight, y/n.” yoongi smiles kindly at you and you beam at him with pink cheeks before you nod and go inside

you can feel his gaze on you as you wait for the lift and you’re bouncing on your toes for some reason

you feel super jittery and you want to scream so loudly but it’s like 2am lol

the next morning you have a pep in your step and jimin’s like omg slow down i know you’re happy about the whole yoongi thing but i have short legs!!!!!!

your arm is linked with his and you’re basically dragging him down the street so you slow down and you’re like sorry i’m just,,,,, really happy,,,,,

jimin lets you get away with it because he knows you haven’t gotten some romantic action in a while

and suddenly your happiness is replaced by nervousness the moment you see yoongi

jimin yelps when you duck behind the corner and yank him with you

you listen for the ‘ding’ and you peek out from behind the corner to make sure the elevator doors have closed

“what was that????”

“i….,.,, i don’t know!!!” you snap and walk over to the lifts and push the up button quickly

“i thought you and yoongi had a greAT time yesterday so why’d you basically piss yourself when “

“i don’T KNOW STOP YELLING AT ME”

jimin takes that as a hint to stop and the elevator ride up is silent

you’re so flustered you forget to blow jimin an air kiss and he’s like okay now i look like boo boo the fOOL blowing a kiss to nobody

you plop down on your chair and put your purse under your desk and let out a breath

okay

whatever that panic attack was

it can’t happen again

how are you supposed to act around yoongi now??

you kissed him

he kissed your cheek

you guys had a great time

should you act more casual around him???

maybe you should ask him if he wants to go out for lunch

or is that too much too soon

oh god

“good morning, miss y/l/n.” you jump when yoongi walks past you and into his office

“good- hi, good morning boss!!!” you say a little too enthusiastically and you clear your throat

you stand up and clutch your iPad to your chest and waddle into his office

you curse to yourself and lean down to adjust your heels

“you surprisingly don’t have any meetings today but you do have to look over the rewritten company policies after that- um, incident that happened on the 45th floor and the financial precinct”

“okay. what’s for lunch today?”

“what’s for-“ oh no you weren’t prepared for this what’S THE PLAN Y/N WHAT’S THE PLAN “lunch is… with me. you’re having lunch with me.” is what you blurt out and you press your lips together when yoongi looks up from his phone and gives you this…. look  

“unless you… unless you want a… sandwich or something i “

“where are we eating lunch?”

oh okay he wants to eat lunch with you that’s a good sign

“i’ll get some takeout for us? there’s a really good sushi place a couple blocks “

“okay. you can use my card. i like the spicy tuna rolls with those crunchy bits sprinkled on top.”

“okay! okay okay that’s- yes, those ones are nice. how does lunch at 12:30 sound?”

“mm.” yoongi scribbles something on a post-it note and you take that as a hint to get the heck out

you shut the door behind you

okay

so is yesterday just going to be an unspoken thing

fine

you can do that

whatever

keeping it casual

you can keep it casual

you’re as cool as a cucumber

you’re as cool as the sunglasses guy emoji

B-)

coolcoolcoolcoolcool

jimin pouts a little when you tell him you’re not joining him for lunch but when you say you have a lil sushi date with yoongi he’s like……. hmmmmmmm okay i’ll get over it :-))))))))

the sushi place is a couple blocks away

and to get there you have to pass by the sandwich place which isn’t a big deal

and when you get there you’re about to just keep walking because who cares about sandwiches anymore but

well you can’t help yourself

:-)

you walk in and lisa looks surprised to see you

“lisa.” you smile at her and then look down at the display case

“y/n! i, um, hi. hey. what can i get for you?” she scratches the back of her neck and can’t seem to keep eye contact with you

in fact she seems to be a little scared

now you know how yoongi feels

being powerful…… makes you feel niCe

“i’m in the mood for… a nice, hot cup of tea.” lisa nods quickly and punches a couple buttons on the cash register

“english breakfast or green?”

“english breakfast, please.” you hum and rummage through your purse for your wallet and hand her a couple of coins and then you go over and wait for it on the side

but you’re not just here to get a cup of tea

oh nonoOonononono

“y/n, here’s your tea!” lisa chirps happily and hands you your cup of tea with a smile

“thank you,” you take a tiny sip and then purse your lips and lisa’s like !!! what’s wrong??

“oof, i hate to do this.” you sigh and shake your head “but could you add a little more cream and a sprinkle of go fuck yourself?”

“sure i’ll just-wait w-what?” lisa looks up at you with wide eyes and you stare blankly at her

“…a little more cream and sugar?”

you hand her your cup and she nods quickly and adds in a splash of cream and even stirs it for you the polite little thing

“h-here you go, y/n”

“thanks lisa.” you begin walking away but you turn back to look over your shoulder “have a wonderful, gold-digging day!”

lisa grows pale

you dump the tea into the bin the moment you leave the sandwich place and head straight for the sushi place

you give yourself a high five for avenging yoongi in your own twisted way

“i’m bAck and i’m ready to eaT” you shut the door behind you as you enter yoongi’s office and frown when you see him typing an obviously angry email

now the past y/n would’ve immediately excused herself and then leave the room but for some reason you feel like,,,, you’re the one holding the power

maybe you’re still on a high from your encounter with lisa

so instead of being like oH i’ll just come back in a sec you stroll over and shut yoongi’s laptop and then hand him a pair of chopsticks

“i was in the middle of something.” his eyebrows knit together and he’s about to open up his laptop but you use the chopsticks to gently whack his hand and he flinches

“i’m aware” you wave the chopsticks in front of yoongi and he sighs and takes it “but the only thing you had today was half a cup of coffee. so we’re going to eat and then maYbe i’ll let you get back to work”

you take a seat and proceed to take the takeaway containers out of the flimsy plastic bag and yoongi’s just sitting there like since when did you become so,,,,, bold

“a spicy tuna roll with the crunchy tempura bits on top for you and a dragon roll for meEE” yoongi perks up when you pop open the lid of your styrofoam box

damn

your roll looks rly good

he looks down at his own spicy tuna roll

sure he likes spicy tuna but he’s not in the mood for raw fish today

hm

“what’s in your roll?” yoongi raises an eyebrow when he sees that you’ve already shoved a roll into your mouth

the way your cheeks are filled resembles a chipmunk and he waits patiently for you to chew and swallow

“nice to see that you’ve got the eating abilities of a three-year-old toddler”

you roll your eyes and ignore his comment

“it’s tempura shrimp and cucumber on the inside and then avocado on top with a drizzle of spicy mayo i think” you pick up a sliver of ginger and pop it into your mouth and chew thoughtfully

meanwhile yoongi takes half a bite of one of his rolls and decides he’s over it

it’s good but it’s not tempura shrimp and cucumber with avocado on top and a drizzle of spicy mayo

“you forgot to shut the door.” yoongi uses his chopsticks to point over your shoulder and you immediately turn around and get up

didn’t you shut the door when you came in??

once your back is turned yoongi reaches over and snags one of your rolls before shoving it into his mouth

holy shit

this is SO GOOD

when you walk over the door… is closed

“the door wasn’t open” you walk back over and take a seat

yoongi swallows his bite and shrugs “sorry, my bad.”

okay he was originally just going to eat one and be done with it but he wants another one

“is that your phone ringing outside?” yoongi stops eating and leans forward a little bit as if listening to something

you turn back again and look at the door and try to hear for your ringtone

“i don’t hear anything”

“you don’t??” yoongi grabs another roll from your box and shoves it into his mouth

“do you think i’m going deaf or something because i seriously can’t hear a thing” you turn back just in time to see yoongi shoving one of yOUR rolls into his mouth

“did you just-“ yoongi wipes a dot of mayo off from the corner of his mouth and then swallows

you look down at your roll and count in your head

you only ate 1

but 3 of them are missing

omg

you look up at yoongi slowly and he takes a sip of water

“…yOU!!! you THIEF!!!! that’s not fair now you have to give me two of yours so we’re even” you reach over with your chopsticks and gawk at yoongi when he blocks your chopsticks with his own

“you don’t have any proof”

“i saw you with my own eyes yoONGI”

next thing you know the two of you are fighting with your chopsticks and using them like swords

it’s when a droplet of soy sauce almost stains yoongi’s dress shirt that he stops whacking his chopsticks with yours and holds a hand out to stop you

“tell you what-“ he leans forward as if negotiating some sort of business deal “you give me your dragon roll.” and then he doesn’t say anything else

“…and???”

“that’s it. you just give me your dragon roll.” the playful glint in yoongi’s eyes tells you he’s just kidding but you can’t help but scowl at him anyways

“you’re a lousy negotiator how the hell’d you become a ceo??” you end up sacrificing your dragon roll and yoongi gives you his spicy tuna roll which honestly is also pretty good

at the end it’s worth it to see yoongi humming happily as he chews thoughtfully

he’s so cute uWu

yoongi, to put it bluntly

is completely and utterly fucked 

he like

kind of wants to bring up what happened between you two

but he also doesn’t know how

because he’s never been in thiS kind of situation before

so the kiss is kind of just a thing that’s been hanging in the air but the two of you act like nothing happened

uGh

all this relationship drama makes him feel like he’s in high school again

he just!!!!!!! wants to do something!!!!!!!! but he doesn’t know what to do!!!!!!!!

so when yoongi gets an email about the yearly company gala

a lightbulb appears above his head

“y/n i need you in my office” yoongi walks past your desk and into his office and you quickly spoon the rest of your rice into your mouth before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and going in

“what’s up? um, i mean- what can i help you with?” you clear your throat and lick over your teeth in case there’s any food stuck in between your teeth

yoongi sits down and leans back against his chair while keeping his eyes on you

“you’re coming with me to the gala tomorrow night”

oh what

you squint your eyes slightly and wait for him to be like lolz just kidding get back to work

but he never does that

you’ve never been to a company gala before

your old boss had a wife so it’s not like he had to ask you to accompany him

“you- me? you want me to come with you to the “

“we’ll leave after work tomorrow, so make sure you bring something nice to change into.” yoongi’s flipping through some papers on his desk and he reaches up to lick his finger before swiping to the next page

“sir, you don’t think it’s a little bit-“ your phone rings outside and you turn to look at the door before looking back at yoongi “-it’s a little bit weird for you to be showing up with your secreta-“

“go and pick up the phone. might be an important call.”

okay well

apparently you’re going to a gala now

tomorrow comes a lot sooner than you thought it would because the next thing you know work is over and you’re changing in the disabled washroom with jimin as your lovely assistant

“c’mon, suck it in” jimin grits his teeth as he tugs at the zipper of your dress “i told you to go for that blue one”

it’s a little black dress

off the shoulder

sweetheart neckline

it ends a little above your knees

“but i’ve never worn this dress before and i wanted to take it out for a spin!!” you wiggle your hips to try and help jimin and he lets out a breath of relief when he finally gets the zipper to zip up in one smooth movement

now you know why you’ve never worn this dress before

it’s so damn tiGHt

well honestly it’s not that bad but it’s just,, tighter than things you usually wear

at least your boobs look perkier

“if you bend down, this thing is going to bust open” jimin snorts and bends down to help you into your heels and he scowls when you put your hand on top of his head to keep yourself from toppling over

“how does it look?”

“it looks good, you look sexy” and sure you’re just friends with jimin but that comment gets your cheeks to flush a little bit and you can’t help but bite back with a “keep it in your pants, park” and he raises his hands in defence

“alright, you go and enjoy yourself at a fancy ball while i go home and pig out in front of the TV” jimin sighs dramatically and you laugh but give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving the washroom

you keep your eyes down as you click past the cubicles because you can feel everyone just staring at you and you hear jimin go like “i know her ass looks good but keep talking about her like that and i’ll knock u out” in the distance

you knock on the door to yoongi’s office and let yourself in and

wOOF

you see yoongi wear suits everyday but for some reason tonight he looks ten times more expensive

his hair is styled to perfection

his lips look extra pouty and when he licks over his bottom lip and moistens it you audibly swallow

there isn’t even one wrinkle on his shirt

not only does he look sexy he also smELLS sexy

the entire room just smells like yoongi

he’s on the phone and is scribbling something down so he doesn’t notice you yet

“yes, i hope to hear from you soon.” he has his phone sandwiched in between his shoulder and his ear as he adjusts his cufflinks and woW you are totally heart eyes emoji right now “take care.” he hangs up and gets up from his seat while looking for his keys “ready to go?”

“yep! let’s get a move on because i don’t know how long my feet are going to last in these heels”

yoongi’s hand stops searching and his eyes flicker to your heels and then his eyes slowly trail up your legs and the rest of your body

holy

sh…it

“you clean up nicely” is all he can say because words cannot describe,,, how sexy you look to him right now

okay calm down yoongi find ur keys don’t gawk at ur secretary

he finds his keys and tucks them into his back pocket but then he’s like oH hold on before i forget come here

and he rummages through his bag and pulls out a velvet box from fuckign cartier

“this is for you. for tonight.” he opens it and your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets at the sight of this gorgeous diamond necklace and you don’t even get a chance to protest before yoongi’s taking it out and moving behind you to help you clasp it on

you reach up and pinch the diamond charm between your fingers and then you turn to look at him over your shoulder and you’re like yoongi i can’t just accept a diamond necklace from u

“fine i’ll take it out of your paycheque”

“yOONgI”

“i’m kidding i’m kidding c’mon let’s go”

the car ride there consists of you humming and bopping along to whatever song is playing on the radio

yoongi calls you out on not knowing the lyrics and you’re like u know whAt i could just leave you at this gala thing and go home

“then i’ll fire you”

“you’re mean”

“i’ve been called worse.”

“by who??”

“by yoU”

lolz

when you guys get to the gala

all you can say is woW because WOW

you’re parked across the street from this huGe mansion that literally looks like the white house

“a bug is going to fly into your mouth if you keep gawking like that” yoongi places a hand on the small of your back and walks you across the street and you feel all tingLy

“are you kidding me yoongi do you sEE this place it’s HUGE”

“there are like 1000 people here of course it’s huge”

welp

that just adds to your anxiety

you clutch your purse tightly when you see some very veRy fancy looking people walk past you and into the building

you really don’t belong here

and it seems like yoongi can read your mind

“don’t worry, y/n. i’ll be glued to your side all night.”

“and why is that?”

“so i can make sure you don’t accidentally knock something expensive over.” the two of you make your way up the stairs and your feet are already beginning to throb from your stilettos

“you know what i’m not thAt clumsy” right as you finish saying that you stumble a little over your heels and yoongi’s grip around your waist immediately tightens

“…you were saying?”

you clear your throat and grab his arm and drag him into the building

this is…. this interior looks like it was ripped straight out of some kind of fairytale

huge glass chandeliers

marble columns

waiters and waitresses evErywhere

their uniforms look more expensive than your entire existence

and then you spot it

the f o o d table

“oh my god i see tiny baby sandwiches” you gasp and immediately head for the sandwiches and but yoongi grabs your wrist and tugs you backwards “whAt are you doing i’m so hungry i’m going to eat like 100 of those let me gO- “

“mr min! it’s so nice to see you!” you shut up immediately when the two of you are approached by an older looking couple and you put on your polite smile

“mr lee. it’s nice to see you again.” yoongi gives him a firm handshake and then turns to his wife “mrs lee- looking lovely, as per usual.”

“still charming, i see!” and you’re tempted to be like lol yooNgi??? charming??? wheRE

“and who’s this lovely lady?” the man smiles at you and you’re like whoops time to introduce myself

“oh, i’m y/n! i’m mr min’s secreta-“

“date. she’s my date.” yoongi wraps an arm around your waist and draws you in nice and close and you’re like ! ? ! ?

y/n.exe has stopped working

okay okay coolcoolcool keep it casual nice and casual

anyways you shake the guy's hand and you shake his wife’s hand too and offer her a smile

“gorgeous necklace! who gave it to you?”

well

time to keep it casual

“yoongi did!” you pat his chest gently “he knows i have expensive taste even though i’m only worth like 50 cents and a pack of instant ramen.” everyone laughs and yoongi laughs along too but he’s not really focused because he’s just so,,, entranced by you

you’re so unbelievably charming and witty

and god you look good tonight

you look like a million bucks even though you told him you got your dress for 70% off the original price

“could you excuse us for a second? i need some alcohol in my system otherwise i don’t know if i’ll be able to survive tonight.” you excuse yourself and yoongi from the couple and link your arm with his and now he’s like ! ? ! ?

“buddy system, yoongi. you can’t lose me in this crowd otherwise you’ll have to find a new secretary.”

“i don’t see the problem with that.” he earns a slap on the arm for that comment and he can’t help but smile at the way you scowl at him

you hand yoongi a flute of champagne and pick one up for yourself and the two of you clink glasses before taking a sip

ahHhHHHH

this shit tastes frickin expensive

it’s like liquid gold

you’d drink the whole bottle if alcohol poisoning wasn’t a thing

“you should take me to more of these things” you hum and take another sip before wiping off a bit of your lip gloss staining the rim of the glass

“and why is that?”

“not only am i greAt at charming people i also happen to really really like champagne” you tsk and yoongi laughs lightly

“charming people? ah, yes. as proven by what you said when we first met.” 

“okay but if you weren’T min yoongi and you were some other person you totally would’ve thought what i said was charming”

“touché.”

the two of you spend the next half an hour just talking to each other

you’re having such a good time

yoongi’s a great person to talk to and with every passing minute you find your fondness of him growing and growing

you

are

so

whiPPEd

and with alcohol running through your veins you feel,,, a tad more confident

the buzz makes you feel giDDY

so you reach over and fix a strand of yoongi’s hair “i didn’t know this was a date, by the way.”

yoongi’s not surprised that you’re touchy when you’re tipsy

“what are you talking about?”

“i thought i was here as your secretary!!!!”

“you’ve never been on a date before and i’m a good samaritan who loves giving to charities”

“wha- i’VE BEEN on a dATE BEFore!!!” you scowl and yoongi rolls his eyes playfully “okay well it was more like a hangout with a bunch of friends but i really liked the guy and i think he liked me back and you know what he sat next to me when we were watching a movie so-“

“you don’t have to come up with a crazy story to try and convince me that you’ve gone on a date - this is your first date, and it’s with me.” he shrugs and downs the rest of his champagne “i have to go and talk to someone, will you be alright alone?”

“why can’t i come with you?” you whine and lean against yoongi a little and you’re a little too tipsy to notice his cheeks flare up

“because they’re all going to look at you like a piece of meat and i’d rather that didn’t happen.” you look over your shoulder and see a round table with a bunch of older men

your heart feels a lil fuzzy at the realisation that yoongi is,,, being very very protective of u

hm

yoongi hands you another flute of champagne and sets your empty glass down “you’ll be fine in the VIP section just enjoy the drinks and don’T move from this spot”

“but i don’t wanna stand here-“

“i’ll only be like 10 minutes, you whiney baby. here-” when you open your mouth to speak he pops an olive puff into your mouth and then pats your cheek and slips past you

you want to pout but it’s hard doing that when there’s foOd in your mouth so you just watch yoongi as he walks away

of course he turns back to glance at you and gives you a warning look that says if you move from ur spot i’ll shank you

you hate being alone at parties and now you’re alone at this fancy gala

so you resort to your usual solution

scrolling through your phone while standing by the food and drinks

about five minutes pass and you’re already getting bored of the tetris game you’re playing

and then you hear two voices belonging to two girls and they’re standing a little distance behind you

“you think she fucked mr min so she could come here? i bet i could’ve fucked him better.”

oh

oh hELL no

you would nEVER do something like that to get a job you’ve always believed in earning a position through hard work and determination

you want to turn your head and look at the two girls and confront them but you also want to hear what else they have to say

“oh, definitely. what a slut! fucked her way to the goddamn top. that’s how this business works when you’re desperate, i guess.”

you’re clutching your flute of champagne so tightly that your knuckles are starting to get white and you’re surprised the glass hasn’t cracked from the pressure

you can feel your entire face burning up with humiliation and you try to calm yourself by taking a sip of champagne but even good ol bubbly can’t help you

god

this was a mistake

you should have turned down yoongi

“the point is that she doesn’t belong here. especially in the VIP section with us??”

they’re right!!!! u don’t belong here!!!!!!! you are noWhere as rich and successful as these people,,,, you’re tempted to just ditch yoongi and go home

“that dress was a choice. this isn’t a strip club, honey.”

“god, look at her necklace. there’s no way a fucking secretary could afford that shit. how many times did she suck him off for him to give it to her?” the blonde snorts to herself - and raises an eyebrow in your direction

the introduction of a third voice makes you perk up

because that voice belongs to yoongi

he stands in front of them with his hands clasped behind his back

“zero times, actually. i suggest keeping your assumptions - which are all wrong, by the way - to yourselves.” yoongi smiles and tilts his head and the two of them go pale and exchange glances before looking down at the ground

it’s almost eery how calm and composed he is when he goes “miss cho, miss pak -  i can destroy your pathetic little cupcake company with one phone call. have a good night, ladies.”

he walks over to you and you’re like >:-) when you see the security guards guiding the two girls out

“thanks for doing that”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” yoongi downs the rest of his drink and sets it down on the table before taking your champagne and putting it down as well

“you didn’t have to be so mean about it, though”

“i still don’t know what you’re talking about.” he pauses “and yes, i did have to be mean about it. i never really enjoyed these gatherings, anyway. let’s get some ice cream.”

“don’t you still have business to tend to?” you gesture back to the table of men

yoongi shrugs “they’ll call me if they need anything”

you nod slowly and look around one last time “i thought you didn’t like sweet things though”

yoongi is very tempted to say even tho he doesn’t like sweet things he certainly likes you but

the cheesiness of it all makes his entire soul criNGE

“i can make an exception”

he google maps if there are any ice cream places near the event and luckily there’s one about a six-minute walk away

and so the two of you begin the mini trek

you should have brought your cardigan with you

you underestimated how breezy it gets late at night

yoongi obviously notices this and proceeds to take his suit jacket off before wrapping it around you

you turn and give yoongi a smile even though he’s looking straight ahead

“don’t look at me like that”

“like what?” you hum and link your arm with his and yoongi freezes for a millisecond at the contact

he grumbles something under his breath and you don’t bother asking him to repeat it

“sorry for forcing you to go to this dumb thing with me”

“it’s okay, i had fun! plus you’re treating me to an ice cream in four minutes time so that makes everything worth it”

a comfortable silence falls between the two of you

and it’s just the sound of your heels clicking against the pavement mixed in with the occasional car driving by

goD his suit jacket smells like him and it’s making you feel all woozy

when you get to the cute ice cream parlour yoongi opens the door for you like a true gentleman would and when you give him a little curtsey in thanks he can’t help but roll his eyes playfully while the tiniest of smiles tugs at the corners of his mouth

you’re adorable

and if it’s even possible you become even more adorable at the sight of the large selection of flavours of ice cream there is

“oH MY god red velvet cake ice cream??” your nose is practically pressed up against the glass and your eyes are big and sparkly

there are only like one or two other people in the parlour at this hour and yoongi’s glad because that gives the two of you at least a lil bit of privacy

he looks around a little and turns his attention back to the ice creams

“CINNAMON BUN FLAVOURED- you shouldn’t have taken me here boss the sun is going to come up before i make a decision” you shake your head and tsk and yoongi laughs at that “what flavour are you thinking of getting?”

“i was just going to get the low-fat low sugar vanilla frozen yogurt.”

“oh bOO c’mon live a little grandpa” you snort and shuffle a little to scan over the other flavours

“it’s not my fault-“ yoongi pauses and squints his eyes “-apple pie ice cream sounds like the nastiest thing in the world”

“how about you go and get us some seats and i’ll choose your flavour”

“but-“

“if you don’t like it then i’ll let you get your low-fat low-sugar low-fun stupid vanilla frozen yogurt” you negotiate and yoongi’s like okay finE i guess

he’s about to reach into his wallet but you stop him and you’re like nope it’s mY treat go and find us a booth

of course before he goes and finds the two of you a seat he makes sure to slip the cashier a couple of bills and is like i’m covering for whatever she picks out

yoongi decides to go with a lil booth in the back

just for a little more ~privacy~

and now that he has a moment to himself

oh my god what the fucK is happening to him

he doesn’t do ice cream??

he doesn’t do arm linking??

giving his jacket to someone because they’re cold??? not his thing!!!! he ALWAYS puts himself first!!!!!!

but most importantly

he doesn’t do the whole

romAnce thing

like after the whole fiasco with lisa he was like lol i’m not going to put myself through thaT again and then you came along and RUINED everything by kissing him and making his heart go boom boom because he’s finally realising that you’re just so terribly sweet and nice and kind to him even tho he’s a grade A asshole most of the time

he literally can’t get you off his mind

he thinks of you before he goes to bed ( ;-) )

he thinks of you when he wakes up

and then he sees you most hours of the day and you’re always there with a bright smile and you’re like good morning boss! and he wants to EXPLODE because gosh darn it!!!! you are so cute!!!!!!

and now he’s having a crisis because right now in this stupid ice cream parlour at 1 in the morning he is realising that he 110% has feelings for you and wants to kiss the heck out of you

“i told you it was mY treat!!!!” yoongi snaps himself out of it when you slide into the booth to sit next to him and usually yoongi would be like um,,,,, why are you sitting next to me it makes sense for u to sit across from me u idiot

he’ll.,,,,,… he can make an exception for u

ahem

you slide his cup over to him and yoongi blinks down at it

this…. multicoloured monstrosity with tiny baby marshmallows and sprinkles and chocolate syrup on top

“what flavour is this?? diabetes??” yoongi frowns and twists the cup around a couple times to look at it from all angles

“haha, very funny” you stick a spoonful of your ice cream into your mouth (u went with blueberry cheesecake flavoured ice cream) “it’s birthday cake flavoured! it’s wild but it’s not toO wild”

“you call this not too wild??” yoongi takes a small scoop “i can tell u right now i’m not going to like this because birthday cake is a cake it doesn’t belong in an ice cream” he puts it into his mouth

and you watch him as he processes the many flavours swirling around in his mouth

o shit

dis shit is gud

“well?”

“…eh” he shrugs “it’s passable”

you reach out to take his cup “i can always eat it for you and get you your froyo if you “ yoongi slaps your hand away from his cup and glares at you

and in your head you’re like lolz i toLd you so

“you wanna try some of mine?” you offer him a spoonful and yoongi takes it almost immediately

“i like mine better” he shrugs and holds a spoonful up for you “try some.”

as you’re leaning in to take the spoon into your mouth yoongi’s pulling the spoon farther and farther away from you and he feels his heart go boom boom again when you pout and go yOOooOngi pls

you hum when he finally feeds you the spoonful and you don’t even realise your hand is on his thigh and you’re practically pressed up against him

there’s a moment of silence where the two of you kind of just stare at each other

you’re about to pull away when suddenly

a cartoon exclamation mark appears at the top of your head when yoongi leans in and presses his lips against yours

you want to whine when he pulls away like a second later but you compose yourself quickly

“you had some ice cream there” yoongi clears his throat and focuses his attention back on his ice cream

you’re tempted to smother ice cream all over your face if it means yoongi will kiss you again

yoongi’s eyes widen in surprise when you lean in and plant a kiss on his cheek

“you’re cute, you know that?” you murmur and yoongi grumbles that he’S not cute but his cheeks heat up anyway

the point is

you two are now realising

that you like each other

: )))

[screams into the void]

the car ride home is spent letting the radio fill the silence

your tummies are filled with ice cream

both your hearts feel warm and fuzzy (although that’s probably from the insane amount of sugar you guys consumed earlier)

yoongi parks in front of your driveway and is like c’mon i’ll walk u over

you kind of want to invite him in?? to talk about things?? like if he kissed u that must mean he likes you back but what if he’s only doing it because he still hung up over lisa and blah bLah

but for some reason u can’t find the courage because what if it’s true,,, that he’s only using you to get over lisa…. and you’re really enjoying this little bubble that the both of you are floating in right now…..

“i, uh, i’m just going to come out and say it” the two of you are standing by the entrance

you nod slowly and wait for him to continue

oh god

here it comes

he’s going to tell u he’s not looking for anything serious and then you’re going to have to deal with your romantic feelings for him for the rest of your life

“i had a lot of fun tonight, and i… i think i like you.”

you don’t even realise you’re holding your breath but all you can say is

“you like me or you like-like me????”

okay he’s going to ignore that question

yoongi literally feels like he’s in high school again he’s far too mature for this shit

“i liked you the day we met in the elevator and you unknowingly told me how much of an asshole i am, i liked you when you whined about getting my shitty sandwiches for me, i liked you when you made fun of me for not knowing how to tie my own tie the point is i like you and i like-like you. don’t… don’t make a big deal out of this i don’t have a lot of experience with confessions like this but i just need to know if you like me back or not”

yoongi feels his body beginning to cave in on itself when you stare at him like :0

he can’t even look you straight in the eye he’s just staring at the space behind you

“this is the part where you kiss me, yoongi”

he looks at you and he swallows thickly when you take a small step forward

usually he’s the one in power but right now you definitely hold the power over him

and then it happens

he leans down in one swift movement and presses his lips against yours

this is your third kiss with yoongi and it’s your seCOnd one with him toNIGHT

at first it’s a relatively innocent kiss

nice and slow

romantic

makes your heart flutter

but of course

the two of you know exactly where this is going

you feel your tummy doing summersaults when he grabs your hips and pulls you in closer

you wrap your arms around his neck loosely and grin when you feel his tongue prodding at your bottom lip and yoongi groans in his throat when you tangle your fingers in his hair and give him a little tug

“you wanna come in for some coffee or something?” you smooth down his collar and he presses a kiss to your mouth smartly

“…one cream one sugar?” you giggle and pull him in and the two of you stumble to the elevator

yoongi’s hands are aLL over you the moment you unlock your front door

your purse and your keys end up on the floor somewhere because you’re too preoccupied making out with yoongi while he presses you up against the wall

“i’ve wanted to rip this dress off of you the moment i saw you in it” your back arches so that he can unzip the back of your dress while he’s planting kisses to your neck and your shoulders

he lets out a throaty groan when he sees the lingerie you’ve got on underneath

you felt like tonight was an appropriate night to go full bougie so you treated yourself to some ~lingerie~

thank god you did

you gasp when you feel yoongi tug at your panties and you hear a couple threads snap so you slap his hand away

“yoongi!!! this wasn’t cheap!”

“i’ll buy you a new pair, fuck, i’ll buy you ten new pairs” yoongi groans against your neck and pushes his crotch into yours and you automatically forgive him

meanwhile you’re blindly unbuttoning his shirt

articles of clothing are tossed on the floor leading a trail to your bedroom

“you gonna be a good girl for me?” the bed bounces underneath your weight as yoongi gently pushes you onto the mattress

and goD he looks like sin standing above you and loosening his tie while looking down at you with dark eyes and swollen lips

“yes, daddy”

oh,,,,,,,, o oh my god

he wants to wreck you

“naughty little thing” he purrs then leans down to kiss you while slotting himself in between your legs

and the moan you let out when he rolls his hips against yours is something he’d want to listen to for the rest of his life it was possible

and then he’s leaving a trail of wet kisses down your neck and your chest and your stomach until his head is in between your legs

the coffee can definitely wait

; )

when he wakes up the next morning he’s surprised to see your chin propped up on his chest and you have the brightest smile on your face

“you like-like me”

yoongi groans and smacks you with a pillow to shut you up but he can still hear your muffled you like likE Me biTCH

the two of you get to work an hour late because yoongi decided he wanted to strip you out of your pencil skirt the second you changed into it

and everyone’s kind of like ?? what…… the..,.,.,.,fuuuuuu when the elevator doors open and they all catch a glimpse of you adjusting yoongi’s tie and yoongi leaning down to give you a kiss

you’re not sure if yoongi wants the entire office knowing about the two of you so you move to the side to let him walk out first but he grabs you and wraps an arm around your waist and walks the two of you out

and you’re like okay i guess this is a thing now

“good… morning, boss….”

“morning, sir…!”

yoongi pauses and turns back

“good morning, everyone. i hope you’ll all work hard today.”

and then he pushes you gently and the two of you continue walking down the hallway together

oh shit

yoongi just

yoongi just said good morning back

and now everyone’s even more confused because literally whose mans is this

you push his hand back up to your hip when you feel it sliding down a little and you retaliate by pinching his bicep

yoongi smiles and pinches your hip

you turn and look over your shoulder and it looks like the entire office is staring at the two of you like they’re just crowded around the beginning of the hallway

and jimin’s in the front like THAT’S. MY. BEST. FRIEND. Y’ALL. and he blows a silent air kiss to you and you blow one right back

wow

you love life

min yoongi and y/n y/l/n

b i g  d i c k  e n e r g y

yoongi joins you on one of your morning coffee runs because you spent the night at his place so he was like i might as well get coffee with u instead of u walking over here twenty minutes after we get to work

and ah

thIS is jungkook

hm

handsome guy

he can see the appeal

“morning, kook” jungkook perks up when he sees you

you turned jungkook down one morning when he plucked up the courage to ask you if you wanted to grab dinner and see a movie sometime

he was heartbroken for like one minute but when you said goodbye and gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek and told him if yoongi was out of the picture u definitely would’ve ended up with him and he was like :-)))))

the two of you are good friends and he gives you discounts sometimes

“morning, y/n! i’m guessing you’re here for the usua……l…..” and then his eyes very slowly,,, trail over to yoongi who’s standing next to you

he can feel his fiery gaze through his sunglasses

“yep!”

“throw in a cake pop. kook.” yoongi coughs and gestures to the cake pops in the display case

jungkook almost shits himself at how intimidating yoongi is

“y-yessir. right on it… sir.”

after you pay for everything and go over to wait you turn to yoongi and you’re like stop staring at jungkook you’re scaring him

and yoongi’s just like >:-) on the inside because he loves scaring people

when jungkook hands the coffee over to you his grip around the cups are so tight you’re surprised the lids haven’t popped off them

“thanks kookie” you take the paper bag from him and shove your elbow into yoongi’s side because jungkook isn’t staring at you he’s basically staring at the counter

“yeah. thanks, kookie.” yoongi offers a smirk and jungkook’s just in a state of [E N DM YS U F F E R I N G]

you give jungkook an extra large tip to make up for yoongi’s presence

even though you and yoongi are officially together that doesn’t mean you can slack off during work

and you learn this the hard way

sometimes you and jimin are too lazy to text each other so you end up calling him

he moved to a bigger cubicle thanks to you and it’s in a more ~secluded~ area because you know he works best in privacy

“oh my god jimin the other night he fucked me so hard he nearly broke my bed like i woke up this morning and i found a crack in the headboard but honestly i don’t even care because he made me cum like three times and i am so sorry but mr min’s schedule is booked up for the next week i’m afraid i can’t slot you in until next month! yes, goodbye!” you clear your throat and hang up and look up at yoongi who is currently looking down at you with a very amused smile on his face

“…hi boss” your voice cracks and you clear your throat quickly

“miss y/l/n. who was that?”

“oh,,, just some… guy… calling about a meeting… did you…. need anything?”

yoongi shrugs and shakes his head “i’ll be in my office”

but of course

because he’s yoongi

he can’t help himself and he stops before going into his office

“i made you cum four times. if you’re going to gossip at least get the details right. tell jimin to get back to work. and i’m still waiting for the revised copy of the contract that you said you’d type up an hour ago.”

maybe u and jimin should go back to texting

“i have parts of it revised but i-“

“got distracted?” yoongi’s eyes flicker towards the phone “don’t let it happen again.”

“buT jimin was the one who-“

“don’t blame other people for your own crippling procrastination.” your cheeks burn up and you let out a huff because yoongi’s turned into an asshole boss again

“pizza at my place tonight? we’ll leave at 5.” yoongi swoops down and steals a kiss from you and you’re like hoW do you go from asshole boss yoongi to boyfriend yoongi so quickly “you’re sleeping over again, by the way.”

you cup his cheeks and keep him awkwardly bent over so you can give him another soft kiss and he hums

“you owe me a new headboard, mister” you boop his nose and he swats your hands away before standing up and adjusting his tie “the main reason why i’m sleeping over is because i’m scared that if i lie down on my bed it’ll snap in half”

“you know, you could always just move into my place, baby. i want the contract in the next ten minutes or you’re working overtime.” yoongi leaves you with that comment and goD HE’S SUCH A..,.,.,., he’S SUCH a yOONGI

even before you and yoongi got together he always stressed the importance of not disrupting any of his meetings

there are a couple exceptions like that time he told you ‘you hAve to tell me when mr kim calls’ and when you did you got in trouble for it (he apologised about that and admitted - he only did it because he liked watching you get all riled up)

yoongi cut your lunch break short because he wanted you to re organize your desk (which was something that you were going to get to aFter lunch) so yA you were feeling a little salty because you were really enjoying your noodles

and yoongi’s in the middle of a meeting right now but you just came up with another exception

:-)

yoongi’s leaning back against his chair and keeping his eyes trained on the gentlemen currently talking about the stock market and recent increases and decreases

thank god he has resting bitch face all the time otherwise it’d be obvious that yoongi was boRed out of his fuckign mind

his phone buzzes on the table and the guy falters for a second but continues to speak when yoongi waves his hand

hm

interesting

it’s a text from you that just says : )

but something that’s more interesting

there’s a picture attached to the text

it’s probably just a meme you found off your Facebook feed

he should text you and tell you to get back to work

plus the guy isn’t even paying attention to yoongi he’s too busy explaining his pie charts

so yoongi technically isn’t being thAt rude

he unlocks his phone and opens the message app and

oh god

fuck

definitely not a meme

it’s a picture of u with your top unbuttoned exposing a sexy little bralette that definitely is not appropriate work wear

he didn’t see you put that on this morning whEn did youyou must’ve changed during work no wonder you took longer than usual to come back with his coffee

yoongi swallows thickly and lowers the brightness on his screen but looks back up at the presentation

he’s looking at pie charts but all he can think about is how badly he wants you over his desk

you’re slightly concerned when you see that yoongi’s left your message on read

uhHHhhHH

maybe this was a bad idea

maybe you pushed it too far this time

you were probably going to get in a lot of trouble

you’re chewing on your nails nervously but you’re like noPe i’m not going to overthink it and you set your phone down

it feels like a million years have passed when the meeting finally ends

you peek out from behind your desk when you hear yoongi walking down the hallway

and you feel a twinge of disappointment and humiliation when he walks past you and straight into his office

and then

it happens

“miss y/l/n. i’d like to see you in my office for a second.” and he has thAt look in his eye so you know you’re in a different kind of trouble

>:-)

instead of complying ur like oOf you know what i’m kind of in the middle of something i’m sorting out your-

“that was very clearly an order and not a question” and he disappears into the office and you’re just having the time of your LIFE

yoongi ends up fucking you on his desk with your skirt bunched up to your hips and your shirt completely unbuttoned so he can see this barely there bralette for himself

and you’re pretty sure he has a thing for your heels because he makes you keep them on

he has his hands pressed flat on the desk next to your head while your legs wrap themselves around his waist

“naughty baby, sending me a picture like that in the middle of a meeting…” yoongi growls and pushes your legs down and you let out a mewl at the pure pleasure coursing through your veins “say you’re sorry and i might let you cum”

“i’m- oh, god - i-i’m not sorry, though” even when you’re getting fuCked out of your mind you’re cocky and yoongi wants to fuck that smirk off your face

he delivers a particularly hard thrust that hits you right there and makes your back arch and your eyes roll to the back of your head

“i’m sorry - what was that? didn’t hear you, princess” and then he’s hitting that spot over and over and over and ovEr again and you’re gripping onto the edge of the table so hard you’re worried you’re going to snap a chunk off

“yoOngaaH! i’m s- i’m sorry i’msorryi’msorryplease i’m s so sorry” yoongi lets his head drop and he bites down on your shoulder as you claw down his back over his shirt

“good girl.”

this is like a 200 pound mahogany desk but he’s fucking you with such fervour that it begins to tremble underneath the two of you

after your mind blowing orgasm the last thing you expect is for him to turn you around and bend you over so your chest is pressed against the desk

yoongi bends down over you and you shiver when you feel his mouth against your ear

“you’re not getting away that easily” you whimper and the next thing you know yoongi is shoving his tie into your mouth to shut you up because he knoWs how loud you get when you’re overstimulated

he doesn’t bother teasing and pushes himself all the way in and lets his head drop to your back and just lets out this gutteral grOan

when you leave his office you’re all flushed and your shirt is wrinkled and buttoned wrong but yoongi isn’t any better

his hair is a mess and his shirt is mostly unbuttoned revealing the milky expanse of his chest that’s littered with splotches of your lipstick

he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in to plant a kiss on your cheek and then pats your bum and tells you to get back to work

one time you were going down on him and you freeze when you hear someone knock on the door so he makes you hide under his desk

it's jimin and he's like u..uh hey boss have u seen y/n?? i have to ask her to file this document for me but i haven't seen her anywhere

yoongi jolts when he feels you take him into your mouth again and he tangles his fingers in your hair when you start bobbing your head slowly

“sorry jimin, haven't seen her. come back in like... 20 minutes."

and jimin’s like okay yes sir and he shuts the door

after it’s all over jimin sEES YOU leaving yoongi’s office and he’s like oh y/n i was just looking for-

wait

but

but yoongi said he didn’t see you and

you were in his office and

your lipstick is smudg,,,,ed,,,,….., your hair.,,.,.., is kind of tousled,,, more tousled than usual…..

you and jimin are kind of having a stare off and you’re waiting for it to happen

and five seconds later it hits him

when he opens his mouth you slap a hand over it and you’re like i’ll buY YOUR LUNCH FOR THE NEXT WEEK just don’T SAY ANYTHING

jimin’s like no i don’t give a shit about you going down on him at work what i’M freaked out about is the fact that he seemed so calm and composed while you were sucking him off

min yoongi is a man of many talents and one of them is being able to hold a poker face for eternity

you unfortunately are not as talented at keeping it cool as your boyfriend

which is something he both loves and hates about you

tonight yoongi’s working late again which means that you have to stay late too

you don’t hAve to but,,,, you like to keep yoongi company and also being completely alone while he’s working forces you to actually do your damn job

“who are you calling?” yoongi steps out of his office and tugs his tie loose before rolling up his sleeves

“mr jung’s secretary- if he’s ever going to pick up the damn phone. i’m trying to reschedule your meeting with mr jung because it overlaps with your meeting with mr kim this coming thursday.” you don’t even look at yoongi when you speak and scribble something down on a post it note before sticking it on your wall calendar

“which mr kim?”

“the…” you pause to think “the one with the hair” you gesture to the top of your head

“…they both have hair”

“i know i know i’m saying this one is the one with the blonde- hi! hi, i’m miss y/l/n, secretary of mr min yoongi. i’m so sorry for calling so late into the night but i just needed to…”

he loves watching you work so hard

his little busy bee

yoongi grabs the arm of your chair and swivels you around so you’re facing him and you give him a look that says what do u want i’m busy

your eyes almost pop out of their sockets when yoongi drops to his knees and settles in between your legs

“of course, i can wait for a minute-“ the second the secretary puts you on hold you put a hand over the receiver (just in case he can still hear you) “yoongi, no!!”

“yoongi, yes.” your body automatically listens to him as he taps the side of your thigh for you to sit up a little so he can push your skirt up

“i’m on the phone, yoongi. you can’t do this right now just give me like three minutes” you hiss but your legs naturally spread for him and he just smirks up at you and is like mmmmm your body is telling me otherwise

you reach over and push the speaker button and then hang up the phone and thank god the secretary still has you on hold because you are using a range of very colourful words to scold your boyfriend

“i’ve called mr jung’s office before- his secretary puts you on hold for like ten minutes you’ll be fine” you don’t know how he does it but the next thing you know your panties are gone and your boss/boyfriend’s head is buried in between your legs

“oh goD yoongi please don’t stop” you whimper

his fingers dig into the meat of your thigh so he can keep your legs spread because you keep twiTCHINg

“hello?” you want to scream when the holding music turns off and the secretary comes back on

“yoongi stoP you have to stop” you gasp and arch your back against the chair and yoongi’s hand snakes up to push against your tummy

“pick up the phone and do your job” yoongi presses a kiss on your inner thigh before giving you a small nip and you thank the lords above he’s going to let you take this call first

yoongi leans back a little and fixes his hair

“hi, yes, hello” you’re a little breathless as you unmute yourself and you clear the throat

“i’m having a little trouble with the scheduling here. mr jung can only do thursday next week, otherwise i’ll have to pencil you in for next month.”

“he can’t do friday or anything?”

you give yoongi a warning look when he begins pressing a trail of warm kisses from the inside of your knee to your inner thigh

“i don’t think so.”

“when does his- oH” you nearly bite your tongue off when yoongi suddenly attaches his mouth to your clit and your fingers immediately tangle themselves in his hair

“sorry, what was that? didn’t catch you.”

“his- whendoeshislastmeetingonthursdayend??”

“uh.. hold on, let me check here…”

you bite down on the inside of your cheek and your head flops back against your chair as you focus on the ceiling and try your hardest not to moan

yoongi can’t help but smirk when the smallest of whimpers slips past your lips

it’s when hE lets out a low moan against you that you gasp loudly and your toes curl in your heels

“his last meeting ends at 6:30 that day how about mr min?”

“five forty fiVE” yoongi throws one of your legs over his shoulder and oh my goD you want to die this feels amazing and you can’t make any sounds and your body is currently telling you that hEY i’M ABOUT TO HAVE AN ORGASM

so that puts you in a panic because there’s no way you’re going to cum and have a normal conversation with a stranger so “you know what give me five minutes to reorganise mr min’s schedule and i’ll call you right back”

you hang up the call and the next thing you know you’re seeing stars and yoongi’s name keeps slipping past your lips in the form of whimpers and moans and yoongi is just soaking it aLL up

“that was a close call, no?” yoongi looks up at you from in between your legs and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand

“i hate you.”

[stonerbughead]

exhale chapter 13 preview | happy 4/20, y’all!

in honor of this holiest high holiday, here’s a preview of chapter 13 of Exhale, which i’ve been slowly chipping away at alongside my twoshot for Spring Fever, RAs on duty. Hoping to post ch 13 within the next week or so! hope all my fellow stoner Bughead shippers have a lovely, stoned day with friends and loved ones! I’ll be in brooklyn smoking with my bf and crew of stoner friends that this fic is based on...and working on finishing this chapter ;) xoxo Maria

exhale chapter 13 preview:

“Didn’t we bond over our mutual love of Teriyaki House early on in this connection?” Betty said as she scrolled through her food delivery app.

Jughead’s eyes lit up. “We definitely did. And we definitely still haven’t eaten it together yet.”

Betty smiled, tapping to click definitively on the restaurant. “Then it’s settled.”

After the order had been placed, Betty began grinding up weed while Jughead sniffed at the jar it had come from, labeled as usual in Betty’s looping cursive. Blue Trainwreck.

“Wait,” Betty said, pausing in her motions. “Is this also gonna be the first time you’ve ever eaten Teriyaki House stoned?”

Jughead grinned. “Oh, it absolutely is.”

“Get ready for a spiritual experience.” Betty smiled wide, finishing grinding up the nug and twisting the bottom of the grinder open to reveal a layer of dusty green goodness. Jughead inhaled the smell that got a little more comforting every time, watching Betty daintily fill the bowl of her blue bong with fresh Blue Trainwreck.

“Hey, Betty,” Jughead said, a look of realization crossing his face.

Betty cocked her head to the side curiously as she grabbed an electric green lighter off the coffee table. “Hmm?” she said, presenting him with the bong.

“What is this piece called? I don’t know that you ever told me,” Jughead said, accepting the royal blue bubbler and admiring it in his hands.

Betty laughed. “I can’t believe I’ve never told you,” she said. “Take your hit first and I will.”

Jughead grinned, flicking the lighter and awkwardly aiming it at the top of the bowl. Sometimes he still asked Betty for help (okay, if he was being real, he asked her for help most of the time) but he was trying to get better. And Betty assured him he was a “natural born stoner” all the time, and she was only a little biased.

Jughead breathed out a huge hit, earning him a round of applause from Betty and an equally huge cough from deep within himself.

Handing the bong to Betty and coughing deeply again, Jughead finally said, “Okay, so what’s its name?”

“Her name is Twerk.”

Jughead practically choked laughing, covering his mouth as he teared up.

“Now you know why I made you take your hit first,” Betty said, biting back a grin as she watched him keel over laughing.

Jughead finally stopped a good thirty seconds later, clearing his throat and admitting, “Fair. You’re brilliant. So, when did you name it?”

Betty’s eyes twinkled in response, the bong smoke filling her mouth rendering her momentarily silent. She let out another large cloud of white smoke and passed the bong back to Jughead.

“So, this is the first piece I ever bought,” she said. “Freshman year, when Cheryl and I got sick of smoking bowls and joints. We shared her little spoon bowl all of first semester and we were finally ready to branch out. We had recently become friends with Kevin, and he had just bought a bong from this place near Kenmore on Comm Ave.”

Jughead nodded as he breathed out his hit, immediately able to picture the scene in his mind. “Was Kevin with you?” he asked as he handed Betty the bong back.

She lit the bowl, smiling at Jughead’s question but pausing to take her hit. As she breathed out a big rip and gave herself a minute to daintily cough into the crook of her arm, Jughead watched her in amazement. He never seemed to tire of observing her, all her little quirks and flaws that he somehow found just as adorable as everything else about her. Like, she was usually doing one of her anxious ticks at one time or another. Digging the nails into the palms was only one, in fact the most extreme, manifestation of her anxiety that he could trace on her skin. There was the way she pulled at the ends of her hair with her fingertips, lightly and subtly enough that most people wouldn’t notice it. But Jughead always did.

And there were the times, like now, when she was tapping her feet against the ground ever so slightly, in time with the song she had playing so it was almost imperceptible. Each one of her little ticks he’d noted in the months he’d known her were of careful design, probably borne of years of stewing in that nervous energy. Yet, he found her intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough of her.

“Earth to Jughead,” Betty singsonged, holding out the bong to him. “There’s one last hit in there,” she said, batting her eyelashes at him. “If you want it.”

Jughead smirked at the challenge, taking the bong and gesturing with the lighter. “So, you were on Comm Ave with Cheryl.”

“Yep, just Cheryl. We went exactly where Kevin told us to, and they ID’d us at the door,” Betty said, pausing for dramatic effect as Jughead “oooooh”’d to Betty’s laughter. “It felt super badass as a 19-year-old.”

“Oh, but of course,” Jughead said, breathing out a last hit and ashing the bowl, as Betty had taught him to do one of the last times they’d shared a bowl.

Betty leaned back slightly on the couch, gazing wistfully into the distance as if looking back through time. “We kind of nervously walked around all the glass cases, peering in and looking for something that caught our eye. And then, there it was: toward the back.” She gestured toward the royal blue bong, now sitting emptied on the coffee table.

“I loved the color. The size just felt...perfect. Like, just the right step up from our little spoon bowl, you know?” Betty said, a twinkle in her eye that reminded Jughead of how special Betty’s friendships were to her. How much he related and admired it about her. He felt a warmth in the bottom of his stomach, as he had more and more frequently around Betty.

“So we didn’t know about being able to haggle prices down. Which is a thing at head shops. You can easily not pay the tag price. But being very obvious barely-18+ noobs, we ended up paying the full $30 price on the tag,” Betty admitted.

“Wow, I wouldn’t have known that,” Jughead said. “How did you find out you got a lil scammed?”

Betty smiled. “That’s where Kevin comes back into the story,” she said. “He told us he wasn’t free till night but he’d bring the weed. We had enough weed for one last joint, so we smoked enough to make the dining hall food edible”- Jughead laughed at that one -“and then went to meet him in the Common at 9 PM. We bundled up and trudged through the January cold to smoke on that big hill.”

Jughead grinned. “Love that hill.”

“As do I. I like it better on a 75-degree day, but I digress.”

Jughead laughed. “And Kevin promptly informed you that you were ripped off?”

Betty joined Jughead in laughter, appreciating how well he’d already observed her friends’ habits in the short time he’d known them. “He did indeed. But he also donated the weed for our inaugural bowl in the bong, so we couldn’t be too mad. We bought water at the 7-11 and filled her up, took our first hits in the cold. We could see our breaths and the smoke,” she said, looking across the room as if gazing out into Boston city lights against an inky black January sky.

“And that’s where we named it.”

“How so?” Jughead’s lips quirked into an adorable smirk.

“Kevin ended up twerking for us,” she admitted, laughing. “He wanted to show us how so we could dance with him at a party he wanted to take us to that weekend.”

Jughead smiled, picturing the scene. “Wow, so twerking lessons on the Boston Common hill?”

“Very stoned, very silly, very loving but also at times harsh twerking lessons on the Boston Common hill,” Betty said, both of them laughing by the end of her sentence. “Did I mention there was snow on the ground?”

Exhale Chapter 13 coming soon. Catch up on chapters 1-12 here. 

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LCH | Louisentine [3]

Description: After Violet gives Clementine some information about Louis, she takes it upon herself to confront him. However, Louis proposes an idea hoping Clementine agrees to it.

Words: 1,460

Ship: Clementine x Louis 

Warnings: there’s none, maybe second-hand embarrassment for our boy Louis

Genre: Fluff, High School AU

A/N: I hope you all aren’t sick of this fanfic yet but some said they wanted this one out of the poll that I put so, here it is. I hope you like it, this is so saucy I like where this fiction is going. Also, it’s almost midnight and I have college tomorrow so I don’t know how I’m going to wake up and go but I don’t want too. Small rant sorry. Gotta love Louis and his amazing freckles, thank you fo reading! yep, I did it again and wrote this before I uploaded it, turns out it’s now the day after and that day of college i’m talking about has happened already. I do have work tomorrow though. Ignore me, have a nice day!

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The library seems to be their new hang out place, Clementine sits waiting for her friend Violet to join her while she stuff her face with cheese puffs. This has been their routine for weeks, which Violet normally just walks in with some type takeout food and books for the subject they’re studying, but today the excited teen ran into the library slamming the door in the process earning wild shushes everywhere. Clementine sat up on her chair putting out her hand to grab the takeout that Violet doesn’t have; the look Clementine shoots at Violet is wild. 

“Don’t kill me Clem, I have some tea instead.” The girl sits down next to Clementine opening her laptop typing some stuff so fast that Clementine couldn’t even follow what she was writing. 

“I don’t want tea, I want food.” Clementine folds her arms against her chest taking in a deep breath before exhaling put her nose letting out the longest exhale known to man. “It’s not really tea, Clems. It’s someone’s juice.”

Clementine rolls her eyes at all the ‘slang’ words that Violet has grown to start using around her. Nevertheless, she looks at the screen watching as Violet slams enter and files labelled ‘LCH’ start to pop up. 

“And I present to you, Louis Charles Hammington.” Violet spreads her arms out wide with a large grin on her face. She didn’t want to brag but she knew she did a great job finding this. 

“What the fuck is all of this Vi?” Clementine scrolls through all the files that Violet has here, which is not as much as you would think it is. Maybe about fifteenth which most of the were labelled ‘pre-school Louis’.

“It’s like every single thing you can find about your new boyfrien-”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

Violet’s eyes said otherwise as she smiles rolling them slightly. “Oh, we’ll see.”

“There’s nothing about his childhood?”

“Oh yes there is!” More shushes were passed Violets way which she waves them off before continuing. “Look at all these baby pictures.”

Violet clicks on one of the ‘pre-school Louis’ folders which reveals a picture of Louis without the dreads and just his afro hair, quite big and healthy. He doesn’t look too happy as he has many car toys in his hand and a small box next to him so they both assumed he was being told to out his toys away in the kindergarten. His freckles were still very light but you could still pick them out in the picture which made Clementine grin.

“He’s so cute.”

“Right right,” Violet nods before opening up the main folder that she wanted to open, it had every single school history of Louis. “But look at this, been to four previous high schools before this one and he wasn’t kicked out like he tells everyone. He left because he’s been moving house.” Violet points at the reasoning written underneath each of the schools on the list. 

“Woah.”

“Woah indeed Clementine, woah indeed.”

“No, look at this.” Clementine points at a sentence that is written below their high school that is currently on the list. “He takes Performing Arts and Music?”

Violet bust out laughing that she couldn’t hold in, occasionally saying that he’s a ‘drama boy’ while slamming her hand on the table several times which made the librarian come over to the table and ask the two friends to leave. 

“I’ve totally got to find him Vi, it’s my chance to get back at him for what he said to me.”

“You go girl.” Violet stands up grabbing her laptop and bag before her smile drops a little and turns to Clementine sheepishly. “What did he say?”

“That he wants to rip my skirt off, Vi keep up with it.”

Violet puts her hands up in defence backing off jokingly to which Clementine pushes Violet over softly.

“Personally, I think it’s all an act Clementine. Now we know that he takes fucking Performing Arts, he’s a performer. He’s not a fuck boy, he’s a little boy.”

“I agree Vi, go home and I’ll call you when I have some tea.” Violet laughs at the fact that Clementine is starting to use the same ‘slang’ as her. “Oh and Vi?”

“Yeah?” She turns around holding the door open waiting for Clementine to answer before she leaves.

“How did you get all this about Louis?” 

There was a long intensive stare before Violet did something that Clementine couldn’t even catch fast enough. Violet ran out of the library.

~

“I’m looking for Louis?” Clementine shuffles her bag on her shoulder moving around a little in a spot as she waits for the girl to finish searching the Performing Arts room for Louis. The redhead girl returns with no one next to her making Clementine a little nervous. 

“He’s not here, have you tried the music room? He goes there after this session her most times.” The girl leans against the crossing her arms. “Or maybe you should stop being a fucking stalker, Clementine.” Clementine raises her eyebrows screw facing slightly at the girl.

“How do you know my name then, stalker?” The girl is taken aback by this but quickly composes herself. 

“Wild guess, it’s not my fault that Louis talks about you all the fucking time.” She clears her throat before making her voice deeper. “I need to leave so I can find Clementine; I dropped Clementine home yesterday so I’m tired, Clementine blah blah blah. No one fucking cares!” 

Clementine couldn’t help but smile slightly before wiping it off, she doesn’t even finish the conversation with this girl before giving her a tight smile and walking off. 

The music department and the Performing Arts were very close to each other, all Clementine had to do is turn a couple corners and she was right in front the music room door. There is a small music room which she assumes is for rehearsing and a bigger one with stage lights, chairs and goes further back than she can see; for performing obviously. 

Lost in admiring the hall, she didn’t see the lonely boy sitting on the big stage at the piano playing a rather sad, melodic tune. His dreads fell almost perfectly in front of his eyes, long enough that you couldn’t see the expression on his face. His iconic long coat draped over the stool he sat on, foot on the pedal pressing every so often. 

Fed up of admiring from the glass on the door, Clementine decided to walk into the room not catching the young mans attention. He continues playing closing his eyes briefly before the music stops all of a sudden. The golden eyed girls applauses echoed through the whole room; Louis jumps in his seat grabbing his chest in the process. 

“You fucking scared me princess.”

“Sorry, prince charming.”

She walks up onto the stage joining him on the stool, she felt him shift in his place however he shot her a small smile. His eyes didn’t remain as he finds his feet ever so interesting in his moment. 

“Performing Arts huh?”

He shrugs his shoulders. “I guess I’m just not who everyone thinks I am.”

“Why lie?” He shoots his head to look at her, he can see that she’s genuinely concerned about why he’s doing this, at least he hopes she is.

“It’s not lying, just pretending, acting.” 

“Like Violet said, I want to know who you really are Louis. Not who you pretend to be.” The fact that she used his real name and not the nickname that she gave him shows that she is serious, that’s what she wanted him to see. Louis eyebrows knit together as he blows air out of his nose, he wants to be completely honest with her but he doesn’t know how. 

“My friends, Marlon? Mitch? I met them at my old school, they were the only friends I had and they wanted to be these rebellious kids and I needed friends, I wanted friends.” He shakes his head knowing that his saying isn’t justified enough just yet. 

“That makes no sen-”

“When you’ve been through what I have, you’ll do anything just to fucking fit in okay?” His eyes water slightly making Clementine panic, she places her hand on his knee giving a reassuring look. Louis eyes the hand on his knee for too long, Clementine goes to remove it but Louis grabs her hand turning towards her more. 

“Be my girlfriend.”

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My Demons (Chapter 15)

Fandom: Naruto (Anime)

Genre: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, FLUFF

Pairing: Gaara x OC

Rated: T

(First) (Previous)

If I told you what I was, Would you turn your back on me? And if I seem dangerous, Would you be scared?

-Monster – Imagine Dragons

 Rin waited outside on a tree swing for the first exam to be over. After about another half hour of waiting, people started leaving the building. She saw red hair and ran over.

“Did you guys pass?” Rin asked as she walked next to the three.

“Yep.” Kankurō said. “And you doubted us.”

“I doubted you. There’s a difference.” Rin said. Kankurō frowned. “I knew you two could do it.” Rin said to Temari and Gaara. Temari smiled at her. Rin cupped her hands around her mouth and went up on her toes pretending to whisper something to Gaara. He leaned his head down slightly and blinked when he felt her kiss by his cheek. Rin pulled back and smiled at him before looking at Temari. “When’s the next part?” she asked.

“It’s tomorrow. Baki’ll tell us where to go in the morning.” Temari said.

“Great!” Rin said.

“You can’t help with the next exam.” Baki said to Rin as the four walked up to him.

“I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about.” Rin said looking away. Kankurō face palmed.

“You’ll be waiting with me until they complete it.” Baki said.

“Okay.” Rin whined but smiled at Gaara. “I’m sure I won’t be waiting long.”

The next morning all the candidates who’d passed the first part of the exam met outside of a fenced off area with huge trees. On the fence gate was a sign that said ‘restricted area’ as well as many chains and locks keeping it closed. There was even a paper seal.

“Wow nice place, what is it?” Naruto asked.

“This is the location for the second phase of the exam.” Anko, the second exam proctor, said. “It’s the 44th battle training zone. But we call it… the forest of death.”

“Forest of…death?” Naruto asked.  

“This whole place just creeps me out.” Sakura said.

“It should, they call it the forest of death, and soon enough you’re gunna find out why.” Anko said. Naruto made a face and mocked Anko.

”They call it the forest of death, and soon enough you’re gunna find out why.” He said in a high voice. “Do your worst you’re not gunna scare me away! I can handle anything!”

“So, looks like we’ve got ourselves a tough guy.”Anko said closing her eyes in a smile. She suddenly threw a kunai at him. It gave him a cut on his cheek as it sailed past his ear. She appeared behind him “You tough enough to handle this? You’re not afraid are you?” She put her hand on his face.  “Tough guys like you usually leave their blood all over this forest.” She took out another kunai as a ninja with an extremely long tongue held out the kunai she’d thrown before with said tongue.

“I was just returning your knife.”

“Why thank you grass ninja.” Anko said. “You know, I really only recommend you stand his close behind me if you wish to reach a premature end.” Anko took the kunai back and the ninja’s tongue slithered back into their mouth. Rin moved closer to Gaara with a grimace.

“My pardon. With the sight of blood and your blade slicing through my hair, I’m afraid that I just became a little excited. I meant you no harm.” The ninja said.

“Likewise.” Anko said as the extremely creepy ninja walked away. Naruto looked around Anko, holding a hand to his cheek, and started sticking his tongue out to see if he could do it too. “Seems like everyone here today is quick tempered. There must be something in the air. This is gunna be fun.” She walked to the gate.  “Now before we begin this test I’ve something to hand out to you all.” She turned around and took something from inside her jacket. “It’s just a standard consent form.” She said holding up a stack of papers. “Before the test all of you are going to have to read over this form and then sign it.”

“What for?” Naruto asked.

“Some of you may not come back from this test and I have to get your consent to that risk. Otherwise it would be my responsibility.” She laughed. Everyone muttered amongst themselves. “Now, I’ll explain what you’ll be doing on this test. Here pass these out.” She held out the papers to Naruto who took one and passed the stack to the guy next to him. “The first thing you need to know is that this test will test every one of your survival skills.” Anko held open a scroll with a map. “First I’ll give you all a description of the terrain on the practice field. The 44th battle training zone has 44 locked entrance gates; there are rivers and a forest inside. In the center is a locked tower located 10 kilometers from each gate. It’s in this confined area that you’ll undergo the survival test.” She rerolled the scroll. “The test consists of…” She put the scroll away in her jacket. “An anything goes battle to get your hands on these scrolls.” She held up a white scroll and a black scroll.

“Both of them.” Sasuke asked.

“Yes.” She showed the symbols on each. “You’ll be fighting to get both a heavens scroll and an earth scroll. All together 25 teams will be taking part in this test. So half of those teams will be going after the heavens scroll and the other half will be trying to get the earth scroll. I’ll hand over one kind of scroll to each team and that’s what you’ll be vying for.”

“Okay, so how do we pass the test?” Sasuke asked.

“Your entire squad must bring both a heaven and earth scroll to the tower.”

“That means at the very best half of us will fail.” Sakura said. “More if not every team is able to get both the scrolls.”

“No one ever said it would be easy.” Anko said. “Oh and one more thing, the test has a time limit. You must finish it within five days.

“Five days out there?!” Ino asked.

“What are we supposed to do for food?!” Chouji asked.

“Just look around.” Anko said. “The forest is full of things to eat, there’s plenty to feed all of you.”

“Yeah but,” Kabuto glanced at Chouji. “That’s not all the forest has plenty of; there are man-eating beasts and poisonous plants in there.”

“Oh maaan.” Chouji whined.

“Quiet down,” Ino said. “This is why they call it survival you know.”

“That means with these circumstances there’s no way half the teams will pass the test.” Neji said.

“With the days getting longer, the nights are getting shorter so we will have less time to sleep and less time to recover.” Lee said before smiling. “It is a challenge indeed!”

“Completely surrounded by enemies there won’t be time to rest we’ll have to keep a constant watch.” Sasuke said.

“Right.” Anko said. “This test also measures endurance behind enemy lines. This is designed to be a grueling test and I’m sure some of you won’t be up to the challenge.”

“So um,” Shikamaru raised his hand. “Let’s say mid-exam can we quit?”

“Of course not. In the middle of a battle you can’t say ‘sorry I quit’.” She smiled. “Well I guess you could but it’s probably gunna get ya killed.”

“Oh just great.” Shikamaru said. “This is gunna be a drag.”

“There are also some ways you can get disqualified. The first is simple.” Anko held up a finger. “If all three members of a team can’t make it to the tower with both scrolls after five days. Number two:” She held up a second finger. “If a team loses a member or if a member becomes incapacitated and cannot continue. But most important, none of you absolutely none of you may look at the contests of the scrolls until you’ve reached the tower.”

“W-What if it just happens to flap open and you read it?” Naruto asked.

“Let me put it to you this way young man: You. Don’t. Want. To. Know.” Naruto made a face and whined. “There will be times when a ninja will be asked to carry secret documents the scroll rule is to test your integrity. Okay we’re done. Each team take your contest forms and exchange them over there,” Anko pointed to a small booth with three ninja. “For your scrolls. After that, each team pick a gate and you’ll be let inside.” Anko sighed. “Oh and I have one more word of advice: Just don’t die!”

…

Everyone separated to read and sign the forms. The ninjas by the booth pulled a curtain closed around it. That way each team didn’t know which team had which scroll or who was carrying it and where.

“Alright everyone, we’re gunna start handing out scrolls!” One of the ninja at the booth called out before he went behind the curtain. Everyone stood and team by team went in. When the sand sibs got their scroll Rin ran up to them.

“I’m gunna walk with you to your gate.” Rin said. Baki cleared his throat. “I’m just gunna walk with them.” she whined with a pout.

“Trust me; Gaara won’t let her come with us.” Temari said. Baki sighed.

“Fine.” he said. Rin jumped up and down before walking with the trio.

“Listen up, all the teams have received their scrolls so everybody go to your gate and wait there!” Anko called. “When the gates open the test is on!”

…

The trio and Rin stood in front of their gate. Rin gave Gaara a quick peck on the cheek.

“Good luck.” She said. Gaara nodded silently. Rin walked up to Kankurō. “Don’t die.” Kankurō looked offended. Rin moved to Tamari. “Don’t let Kankurō die.” Kankurō rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” Kankurō muttered before avoiding the glare Gaara sent him.

“I’ll see you guys later.” Rin said with a smile before walking over to Baki. The two transported away.

“Alright heads up you maggots the second part of the test has begun!” Anko shouted. The gates opened and the three ran in.

Gaara, Temari and Kankurō stopped in a clearing with three other ninja.

“Do you believe the nerve of these sand village ninja, Shibure? Challenging us head on?” One of the ninja asked.

“Yeah, they’re a bunch of fools.” The other said.

“Too bad, kids.” Shibure said. “You should’ve picked your opponents better. Now you’re all gunna die!”

“I’ve heard enough out of you.” Gaara said. “Let’s make this quick; I don’t wanna waste time on this guy.” Shibure’s eyes widened.

“Hey, Gaara.” Kankurō said. “Doesn’t it make more sense to follow these punks and gather information first? I-I mean if they have the same type of scroll as us we’re just fighting an unnecessary battle.”

“I don’t care.” Gaara said. “They looked at me the wrong way. So they’re gunna die.”

“If you think you can kill us,” Shibure took six umbrellas off his back. “then try it!” He threw the umbrellas into the air before putting his hands together. “And now, ninja art: Senbon rain storm!” The umbrellas started spinning and shooting out needles. “Up, down, left , right, no matter where you go I can get you. There’s no blind spot in this jutsu and it’s deadly accurate!” Gaara didn’t move an inch as te needles rained down. Dirt kicked up as they hit but as the dust cleared it was revealed that Gaara’s sand had shielded him. From the opening in the sand he glared at the ninja.

“Is that all you can do?” he asked.

“It can’t be! Not one wound. Impossible.” He put his hands together again. “Alright!” The senbon shot down at the opening but sand came up to block them.

“A senbon rainstorm, huh?” Gaara asked. “I have an idea; let’s make it rain blood instead.”

“He’s created a wall of sand.” Shibure said.

“That’s right,” Kankurō said. “It’s a defense and nothing can get through it. He carries around all that sand in the gourd that he has on his back and when he’s attacked he uses the power of his chakra to harden the sand. It’s a jutsu that only Gaara can do.” Kankurō said as the sand wall fell slowly. “And somehow it happens automatically, independent of his will, so any attacks against him are doomed to fail.”

“Yeah? Well we’ll see!” Shibure shouted.

“Just face it; you guys can’t hope to defeat Gaara.” Kankurō said.

“Give me a break!” Shibure said before running at them. Gaara extended his arms to his sides before bringing his hands together in a triangle. Temari and Kankurō smirked

“Sand coffin!” Gaara said extending his hand. The sand wrapped around Shibure’s leg and soon engulfed him, only his face was uncovered.

“I can’t move!” The umbrellas Shibure had thrown earlier hit the ground, the points sinking into the dirt, around the sand sibs. “Let- let me go!” Gaara took a few steps forward and grabbed one of the umbrellas.

“All I have to do it cover your big mouth and you’ll be dead.” He opened the umbrella and held it over his head. “But that would be too easy, too boring.” He extended his arm and the sand started to rise. Shibure grunted and tried to get free as he went higher and higher. Gaara closed his hand. “Sand burial!” Shibure screamed as his body was crushed by the sand, his blood rained down on his team mates and Gaara’s umbrella. When it stopped Gaara looked up. “There wasn’t any pain. I crushed him with more force than necessary so it was over quickly.”

“Just take the scroll.” One of the ninja said taking from his pocket and putting it on the ground before backing up. “Go on, here.”

“Yes, take it!” The other said. “Please spare us!” Gaara threw the umbrella to the side and extended his hands. Sand completely engulfed the two before he closed his fists.

“We got lucky, it’s a heaven scroll.” Kankurō said picking up the scroll. “Alright, now let’s head to the tower.”

“Just shut up.” Gaara growled.

“Huh?” Kankurō blinked. “Come on, Gaara, let’s go.”

“What? Are you scared? Coward.” Gaara said. Kankurō started walking over.

“Look, Gaara, I know this test is no problem for you, but it’s dangerous for Temari and me. One set of scrolls is good enough. It’s all we need to pass.”

“Losers can’t tell me what to do.” Gaara said holding out his arm. Kankurō grabbed Gaara by the strap that held his gourd.

“Alright that’s enough; sometimes you have to listen to what your big brother says!”

“It’s too bad I don’t think of you as my big brother at all. If you get in my way, I’ll kill you.” Gaara knocked Kankurō’s hand off him and held out his arm again.

“Wait, just hold on, Gaara.” Temari said with her hands up. “You don’t’ have to treat us like we’re the enemy. Look, do it as a favor for your sister, please.” Gaara extended his arm to face Kankuro then swung his arm out to the side again. Sand started to swirl. “Gaara!” He closed his fist and was holding the cork to his gourd.

“Alright, this time.” Gaara said before putting the cork back in the gourd. He started to walk away but stopped and turned his head to the side.  “If either of you breathe a word of this to Rin,” Gaara growled. “I’ll kill you both… slowly.” The two older siblings audibly gulped but nodded. Gaara started walking again and the two let out relived sighs.

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Have you ever sold anything online either on Craigslist, eBay, Amazon, etc.? If not, what is your website of choice like any of the above for buying things? >> Nope. My website of choice for buying things is Amazon, I guess, just because it’s easy and they have so much shit. If the opportunity arose, would you ever go to a nude beach? Do you think you’d be comfortable enough, being naked among others like that? >> Yeah, I’d try it. I suppose it couldn’t be all that bad, if everyone else is nude too. Levels the playing field, and all. But I wouldn’t want to like... sit on stuff butt-naked. Like, that’s the main thing that bothers me about just walking around nude -- I don’t want to put my unprotected parts on stuff, bruh. So... yeah, I guess I wouldn’t stay long for that reason. At least let me put some bikini bottoms on or something, damn. What was the last book you read? What about the book drew you to want to read it (plot, title, cover…)? Did you end up liking it? >> Dune Messiah. What drew me to it is that it’s the second book in the series I’ve dedicated myself to reading, so it was just the logical progression. I did indeed like it. Have you ever considered keeping a dream journal? If you have one, have you ever looked back on it at all of the odd/interesting dreams you used to have? >> I try to keep one, but my dream recall is very sporadic and unpredictable. Sometimes I look back at what I do have, yeah. Do you think regifting is cheap, or is it okay? Have you ever regifted before? >> I wholly approve of regifting. I think it makes more sense to give something to someone who will actually use or appreciate it, rather than hanging onto something just because... what, someone gave it to me? Like, I appreciate being given the gift, because the thought really does count to me, but if I’m not going to use the thing, then why would I let this perfectly good object go to waste just collecting dust in the closet or something when I can give it to someone who’ll actually enjoy it???? LOGIC

How often do you wash your hair? What do you think when you hear of some people not washing their hair for weeks at a time? Is it healthier, as they claim? >> Every couple of weeks or so. --Well, seeing as I’m one of those people, I don’t think much of anything, because it’s normal to me. I don’t care, this is what works for me and I’m going to keep doing it until something else works better. Do you think President Obama should stay in office, or is it time for a new president? >> Damn, bruh. In general, do you like/get along with your mother’s or your father’s side of the family more? >> --- Have you ever seen an animal give birth? Have you ever had a pet give birth before? >> Yeah, and not my pet but my friend’s pet. I’ve also seen a cat eat its kittens! It was very enthralling. What do your plans usually consist of on Christmas morning? Are they the same this year? >> These past two Christmases I was at Sparrow’s parents’ house, and I guess the first time it was novel and exciting, but the second time I was way over the performative-ness and those people and just... blaaagh. But I assume I’ll be doing the same thing this year, probably day-drinking and trying not to talk to anyone. Do you like iPads/tablets or laptops more? E-readers or books? >> I mean, I use my laptops almost exclusively. And when it comes to books, I really don’t give a damn, man. I use both at my leisure. If you don’t get much snow where you live, do you wish you did get more snow? If you do get snow where you live, do you get a lot? Do you like snow? >> Enough snow falls in West Michigan that I am usually quite sick of it by March or so. Also, winter has a habit of outstaying its welcome to a depressing degree, so by May I want to die. LMAO. --In general, yeah, I like snow, but like... moderation, man. If men could get pregnant too, would abortion still be as big an issue as it is? >> Hm. What is something you want to try to accomplish within the next year? >> I’m not sure. Have you ever had to “come out” to your parents about anything (sexual orientation, change in religion, etc.)? How did it go? >> I tried to explain being trans to my father once, lmao. It was actually pretty funny, because I was like, explaining hormone replacement therapy to him, and he was just like “.... hunh.” Like I think he was mostly just confused, lmao. But I mean, in general, I’m an adult. I don’t have to tell him anything about my life if I don’t want to, so it’s not a big deal. Do you ever get drunk by yourself? >> Yeah. Who else am I supposed to get drunk with, besides the people in my head? But I’m mostly over getting drunk, anyway. I mostly just drink until the light buzz now, and then stop there. I’m still thinking about whether getting ritualistically drunk (with Wednesday, for example) is a thing I want to continue... I’m not sure yet. I think if I do, it’ll only be with specific drinks (like maybe this 1000 Stories wine, which I still think he put into my hand in the first place), to further emphasise the ritual boundaries and also to control it a little (liquor is temperamental and the delayed release doesn’t help either, but wine is easier to control). Has there ever been a time where you’ve forgotten something extremely important? >> I mean, yeah, sure. Describe the last time you were infuriated. >> Infuriated... I feel like the last time I felt that way was because of some bullshit in the PixelCount Discord. That’s why I left that shit, I got tired. What’s the most unusual kind of pizza you’ve ever tried? >> I’m not sure. If you were given the chance to decorate an entire house the way you wanted, with no limit to cost, how would you decorate it? >> I’d need some time to think about that. If you could have any kind of lava lamp, what kind would you have? >> Any kind? I’ve never had one at all. What movie do you know by heart? >> I used to know Labyrinth pretty much backwards and forwards, but my last rewatch was a long while ago. I need to get back on that train. I know the songs of The Prince of Egypt pretty well, and some of the dialogue. I used to be good with The Crow but it’s been a long time for that one, too. Has there ever been a time where you thought you were going to be great friends with someone, but it just never happened? >> I don’t think so. What’s one of your favorite things to touch/feel? >> Certain kinds of stuffed animal fur. How often do you wear tights? >> I don’t. If you had to choose, what’s the most important thing in your life at the moment? >> I don’t like to rank things like this. Do you have Netflix? >> I do. How much money would you have to spend before you felt really guilty about spending that much? >> Hell, I feel guilty about spending $2 at Redbox (”but I can just wait until it’s on Netflix, or pirate it!!! this is a Waste” shut the fuck up, goblin brain, life is short). Has there ever been anything you’ve become interested in much later than other people? >> Yeah, lmao. I’m kinda slow sometimes. Why is your favorite TV show your favorite? >> LOL I keep forgetting to mention Metalocalypse as a favourite, too, but man, my feels about that show are legion. I love it because it’s hilarious, but also because I really actually care about this silly fucking death metal band and their longsuffering manager and the Doomstar that will herald their ascension and... just everything. I love that show so fucking much and I miss it every day of my life. Grey’s Anatomy is my favourite because it really hits me in the feels, like... I don’t cry about a lot of things but I’ve cried at half the Grey’s episodes I’ve seen. It just really does humanity well... like, it has some of the most honest and compassionate writing that I’ve ever seen. It’s an utterly amazing and heartfelt and joyful and sorrowful show and I’m so glad I started watching it. Person of Interest is my favourite because... wow. Again, amazing writing, just amazing. Such complex and emotional characters, and the whole Machine thing is just... right up my alley, man. An artificial superintelligence learning to truly appreciate humanity for what it is, like... I don’t know. I don’t know. It hits me right in the gut. I still get choked up about the ending of that show. God. Describe your favorite picture of yourself, or post it. >> I don’t have a single favourite photo. Is there a genre of music that some people would be surprised that you enjoy? >> Probably not, if they know anything about me. Assuming you have a Facebook, if one of your friends posted things that annoyed you, would you be more likely to delete them as a friend, hide their statuses, or just put up with it? >> I’d hide their statuses for a while, but if it got so I was never looking at their page, I’d just unfriend them. What’s the point, then? Have you ever had a veggie burger? >> Of course. Do you like candles? >> Yep. What’s your favorite video game? >> Pillars of Eternity, Dragon Age, Elder Scrolls, Guitar Hero, the list goes on. What was something you liked about today? >> Fuckin H O T GATORADE, god. fucking... god. LMFAO. When was the last time you passed out? >> I don’t know. Do you think “friends with benefits” relationships could ever possibly work without anyone getting hurt? >> I’m sure someone’s gotten it to work. Like, it’s a big world out there. Do you wear more sweatshirts or jackets? >> Hoodies. What was the last thing you had to drink? >> I had like half a Backwoods Bastard. I didn’t even finish it, it’s still on my desk. When was the last time you wore a sports bra? >> The last time I went out. When was the last time you went to a water park? >> Never. Does your best friend live close to you? >> --- Have you ever rode a train? >> I’ve ridden many a train. Where did you get the shirt you’re currently wearing? >> I’m just wearing an undershirt. This Night Vale hoodie used to be Sparrow’s. When was the last time you played Rock Band? With whom? >> It’s been a while. I usually play Guitar Hero because the guitar controller is more compatible with it. There’s a slight difference in how shit registers on Rock Band that messes me up a lot, and I haven’t felt like dealing with it. But I miss the RB songs, so I might try to make it work at some point. Maybe I just need to calibrate my shit. What was the last thing that you ate? >> A pack of those Captain’s Wafers crackers. The peanut butter and honey ones, the best kind!!!! I’m so glad I finally found a Meijer that sells the boxes, goddamn, finally. Who last messaged you on Facebook? >> Uh... probably my cousin Kythe, with another fucking chain IM thing. I’m about to block her ass, lmfao. What were you doing Saturday at 1:30 pm? >> I don’t remember. The last time you were intoxicated, what were you drinking? >> Mango-pineapple vodka and orange juice. It’s so delicious, too, and that’s the fucking problem -- I drink it because it tastes good, and next thing you know... Who last walked you home? >> --- What do you do to help your face from breaking out? >> Wash it. It takes care of the rest on its own. Did you make any new friends lately? If so, what are their names and how did you meet them? >> --- Would you rather see your favourite band/artist in concert with 2 other people or have a free $20,000 shopping spree to Walmart? >> What on earth am I going to buy at Walmart for that much money, lmao... I’d rather spend that kind of money somewhere else, so I guess I’d take the concert. I’d choose a band that doesn’t come to the US often. >:3 When was the last time you went out to eat? >> When I was in Chicago. On a scale of 1-10, how anxious are you currently? >> Er... 1? What kind of music do you listen to? >> The audible kind. What does your perfect day consist of? >> Meh. Do you have any online friends? >> Whatever friends I do have are online. Would you dye your hair red? >> Sure. If your ex wanted to take you back, would you say yes? >> I mean, that’s basically what happened innit lmao :B How is the weather? >> I don’t know, mild, I guess.  

[gaiyofanfiction]

“Sticks and Stones” Part 2

A/N: I’m glad people like the first part! This is my first solo three shot. It’s easy for me to write about bullying since I have been the victim many times as I was growing up. I just want everyone to know that if you have ever been bullied or hurt by someone you ever loved, you’re not alone! Though this is purely fiction and Minhyuk is a sweetheart, I am definitely writing with my past experiences in mind. Enjoy! ~ Gaishō

“Sticks and Stones” - Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 

You’re freaking out. Minhyuk just messaged you and you have to say something back without being a complete weirdo. Once more you check to make sure it is indeed his real profile and sure enough it is. He has over 3,000 friends on Facebook. Yep, that’s him.

Your fingers just sit on the keyboard of your laptop and don’t move. Suddenly the bubble with ellipses pops up and he messages you again.

Facebook chat:

Minhyuk: Too good to talk to me?

You: No! I’m sorry… I was just surprised you would be talking to me.

Minhyuk: Why’s that, huh?

You: Well, I’m… A nobody lol. You’re the most popular guy in school.

Minhyuk: Don’t be silly. I like everyone.

You: Everyone… Except me.

Minhyuk: Oh, stop! To be honest, I think you’re the prettiest girl ever.

You: You’re kidding… Right? Someone put you up to this. I know it.

Minhyuk: I’m not kidding at all! I promise. You’re beautiful and I actually wanted to ask you something…

You: What? What is it?

Minhyuk: Not on here. I want to ask you in person. You know. Face to face. I want to look into your eyes when I ask you my question.

You: Really? Okay. Um, maybe at lunch then?  

Minhyuk: Yes! I can’t wait to see you at lunch tomorrow. Bye ;)

You: Same! Bye bye :)

Your mouth completely drops. ‘There is no way that just happened!’ Pacing back and forth in your room you think about the messages. You couldn’t believe it so you went back to your laptop to see that they were real. You read them over and over again making yourself dizzy.

You smile to yourself like any other teenager struck with love. Immediately you start picking out an outfit for tomorrow. ‘Maybe he’s going to ask me out on a date!?’ You stop for a second.

Doubt starts to fill your mind. You know he is insanely popular and could get any girl that he wants. Something didn’t seem right to you. You shake your head and continue to sift through your closet. ‘It’s possible he see’s something in me.’

You laid your clothes out for tomorrow and headed for bed. Barely able to sleep you tossed and turned at the thought of what Minhyuk might say to you. Maybe for once, you won’t be the underdog. You smiled at the thought of his posse of girls watching Minhyuk sweeping you off your feet.

Morning finally came and you shot up with so much energy you would have thought you had just been reborn a whole new person. You put on a cute floral patterned shirt that would show a little cleavage and some nice tight leggings to make your butt pop.

You applied a little bit of makeup, but not too much; just simple winged eyeliner and a light red lipstick. Sitting in front of your vanity you start to worry and pick at your fingernails. You’re still unsure if all of this was really real.

Once more you read over the Facebook messages between you and Minhyuk and you let out a big sigh. All of a sudden you hear your mom yell at you from downstairs, “Y/N! You haven’t left yet?” You realize what time it is and it’s way too late for you to walk to school today so you have to try to catch the bus instead.

Just making it to the bus stop in time you get on and see a couple people glare at you. “Did mommy pick out that outfit for you?” Someone rudely utters to you. You roll your eyes and keep walking to the next available seat.

As you sit down you feel completely sick to your stomach. ‘They could be right. I probably look so stupid right now.’ The bus ride felt unusually short today. The tires screech to a stop and everyone starts to get off. You can’t go back now.

With each passing hour you felt more and more anxious to meet with Minhyuk. You also just realized you never asked if you should meet him somewhere specific or if you were to join him at his usual table. The anxiety started to make you extremely nauseous.

You ran to the nearest bathroom to get yourself together. A few girls walked in as well. “Oh, would you look at that. Y/N all dolled up today. Who you trying to look good for, huh?” The girl picked at your shirt and you slap her hand away.

“Honestly, it’s really sweet you take the time out of your day to run your mouth about me and constantly stalk my every move, but even a girl like me needs some space.” You smirk at her.

“Whatever, stupid bitch.” They all leave.

You look into the mirror and see a different person. An overwhelming feeling of confidence took over you. ‘I’m going to tell Minhyuk how I feel.’ You nod to your reflection and head out.

The bell rings and finally it was lunch time. Since you were so focused on trying to look good today you forgot to pack a lunch. So, you went in line for some hot lunch and took your tray out to the lunch tables.

You stood still looking around trying to find Minhyuk at his usual table but he wasn’t there. People were trying to walk around you so you decided to just sit down at an empty table and wait for him.

Though you couldn’t even think about eating any food, you didn’t want to look dumb just sitting there. Your tray consisted of broccoli cheddar soup, milk, and a cookie. Your nerves were so high you just grabbed whatever you knew that would calm you down.

Minutes start to pass and then eventually half the period was already almost over. ‘Where is he?’ You look on your phone and see if he might have messaged you on Facebook and he didn’t. You anxiously look around for him and still there was no sight of him.

You start to fidget with your fingers and realize what was going on. ‘Minhyuk stood me up!’ Just as you were about to get up and leave you see Minhyuk in front of you.

“Oh! M-Minhyuk! I didn’t think you were going to come…” You slowly sit back down and your cheeks were suddenly flushed.

“And miss your gorgeous face? Never.” His face glowed and he smiled at you! The one and only Minhyuk smiled at you.

“S-so, w-what did you want to ask me?” You stare straight into his soft eyes. Slowly you start to realize that the cafeteria was growing quieter and quieter as everyone’s eyes were on you and Minhyuk.

Your heart starts to race. ‘Why is everyone looking at us!? What could be going on?’ Minhyuk grabs your hand and asks for you to stand before everyone in the cafeteria. Dead center.

“Y/N, you’re everything a guy wants. I know this is last minute, but would you be my homecoming date for tomorrow’s dance?” Everyone gasps and so do you.

“Y-you’re joking, right? You w-want to take… ME!?” Your eyes glistened. ‘Is this for real?’

“Yes, my dear. Close your eyes, I’m going to kiss you,” he says sweetly to you.

You close your eyes and puckered your lips. But, you start to hear faint giggles around you. Before you could open your eyes to see what could be going on, you felt something hot being poured all over you.

Minhyuk was dumping the broccoli cheddar soup all over you! Then he grabs the milk and pours that over you as well.

“Awww, don’t cry over spilt milk!” Minhyuk said so sarcastically.

Standing there in shock you look around to see that everyone was laughing at you and a bunch of phones were pulled out recording you.

“W-what… I thought -” you choked on your words and tears started to fill your eyes. You turned around to try to run away but you slipped on the puddle of soup and milk. 

The cafeteria burst into hysterical laughter. Minhyuk slowly walks over to you and nudges your body with his foot. 

“You thought what? That I would ask a girl like you out? Please. You’re nothing but a stupid slut.”

The words pierce your heart. You quickly grabbed your things and ran down the hall. Hall monitors tried to stop you, but you ignored them.

Laughter faded in and out as you passed several students. You ran out the front doors of the school and continued to run. Not for one second did you stop running.

You ran all the way home and immediately jumped into the shower. Standing there naked you let your body slump into the tub. You let the hot water wash away the soup, the milk, the tears, and the shame. Pulling your knees into your chest you continued to cry.

“How could have I been so stupid!” You yell to yourself. Letting the tub fill up with water you submerge yourself and held yourself under water as long as you could. Your body jolts and you got up to gasp for air. You continued to do it a couple more times. 

After letting the tub drain you dragged yourself to your and threw on some pajamas. You lit your favorite three-wick candle and put on some music to try to get your mood up. Still, you felt like the whole world was against you.

You mutter to yourself, “Minhyuk… Why?” You couldn’t cry anymore, but your heart still hurt. Each word that left his mouth ripped at your heartstrings. You hear them over and over again in your head.

As curious as you were about what could be online at this point, you still haven’t checked. Unexpectedly your phone started blowing up. They were text messages from numbers you didn’t even know. Then again, you didn’t have any friends to begin with. 

‘Stupid bitch’, ‘so pathetic and gullible’, ‘just kill yourself.’

Before you read another text you threw your phone against the wall. You then stare at your laptop that was on your desk. ‘Well, I might as well see the damage.’

You open your laptop and looked on the different sites. Videos, photos, and memes were posted and shared everywhere imaginable. You couldn’t even scroll anymore because your hands were shaking so terribly. Slowly you close your laptop and crawl into bed. You cried yourself to sleep that night.

[peachyhyvck]

…SHOULD WE KNOW US A LITTLE BETTER TAG…

tagged by @sunny-feeling-9 thanks babe (’:

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 ppl…

THE LAST: 1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: my brother called me and asked me to drop some stuff off at his friend’s house for him 3. Text message: I just pulled in! (to my mama) 4. Song you listened to: Young Dumb & Broke - Khalid

5. Time you cried: last night because I was watching a really sad youtube vid (Idk why???)

6. Dated someone twice: kinda? I mean we broke up for 3 hours then got back together... so idk if that counts or not.... 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: sadly, yeah //: 8. Been cheated on: nope (knock on wood......) 9. Lost someone special: my great grandma passed away when I was 9... that was fucking hard.... 10. Been depressed: when am I not 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nah I don't drink 

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: blue, black & grey

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: yep! 16. Fallen out of love: nope 17. Laughed until you cried: pretty much every time I laugh 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yeah, my damn coworker !!! 19. Met someone who changed you: indeed (’: 20. Found out who your friends are: pretty much an ongoing thing for the past 3 years,,, 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: do my parents count ???

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: almost all of them 23. Do you have any pets: I have a dog (a Boston Terrier) named Buddy!

24. Do you want to change your name: nah, i'm good. I like my name! 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: spent the day at softball practice and celebrated with my family 26. What time did you wake up: 12pm oops 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: probably scrolling through Tumblr and listening to music 28. Name something you can’t wait for: my anxiety to calm the fuck down and let me be at peace for like,, a second (’: 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: literally 10 mins ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: not being lazy/stop procrastinating 31. What are you listening right now: Summer 127 - NCT 127 !!!! 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: omg yes and he’s the biggest fuckboy I've ever met.... 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: myself lmao 34. Most visited Website: tumblr and youtube 35. Elementary: finished 36. High School: gonna be a senior yo 37. College: jfc dont even talk about college to me rn 38. Haircolor: naturally dark brown but I've gotten blonde highlights and I think I'm gonna get more whoop whoop 39. Long or short hair: long (I look like an egg with short hair) 40. Do you have a crush on someone: does my bias count? 41. What do you like about yourself: my sense of humor, my ability to give good advice/make people feel better, and my caring/loving nature (’: 42. Piercings: my ears are pierced 43. Bloodtype: I'm actually not sure...?  44. Nickname: ali, al, aya, ayaboo, ayabee, aligal, aligirl, aligator, etc. 45. Relationship status: singleee 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: law & order: svu, king of queens, Chicago PD, golden girls, etc 49. Tattoos: none but I definitely want some in the future!

50. Right or left: right 51. Surgery: I got my tonsils and adenoids removed when I was in first grade 52. Piercing: didn't I just answer this ?? 53. Sport: softball/baseball 55. Vacation: South Korea or Italy 56. Pair of trainers: air jordans (I stole them from my brother lol)

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: W A T E R M E L O N !!!!!

58. Drinking: water, milk or apple snapple 59. I’m about to: try and get some of my damn requests done 61. Waiting for: me to stop stressing over every little thing in life and take a damn breath 62. Want: to be genuinely happy and stress-free 63. Get married: hopefully by mid to late twenties 64. Career: as of now I'm a hostess, but my dream job is to be a behavioral analyst (criminal profiler) for the FBI !!!

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: I'm a sucker for skinship so why not both (’: 66. Lips or eyes: well, I love a pretty smile, but if your eyes draw me in, I'm done for... so imma go with eyes 67. Shorter or taller: probs taller 68. Older or younger: hmmm older? tbh I don't really care about age. If I like ya, I like ya 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: honestly I could care less. I look at personality rather than appearance 71. Sensitive or loud: I'm gonna say both 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship, hands down 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: urrrr both, again?

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a stranger: nope 75. Drank hard liquor: Ive had champagne, but not hard liquor 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yeah... 77. Turned someone down: yeah... a few different times.... and it makes me feel so bad omg 78. Sex in the first date: woah no thank you 79. Broken someones heart: I sure hope not ?? 80. Had your heart broken: at the time I thought so... but no lmao 81. Been arrested: no, thank god 82. Cried when someone died: yeah )’: 83. Fallen for a friend: yes... AND I STRONGLY ADVISE AGAINST IT !!!!

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: at times.... but it’s a work in progress 85. Miracles: yeah, sure? 86. Love at first sight: ehh no 87. Santa Claus: ho ho no see what I did there (; 88. Kiss in the first date: sure, go ahead and lay one on me 89. Angels: very much so, yes (’:

OTHER: 90. Current best friends name: Aubrey and Adriana

91. Eyecolor: get ready... they’re mostly green, a little brown, with a grey rim on the outside, and on some days theres even a little bit of yellow in there, as well !!! 92. Favorite movie: oh god I have too many... if I had to pick one, probably Bad Boys 2 YOU HAVE TO WATCH IT IT’S SO DAMN FUNNY 

I’m tagging: @houseofvmin @rook-10 @jae-yoonie @mystic-astro-trash @b00mingsystem @chittaporno @thereisnofuckingreason @secretlymadeoutofcups @nctreacting @markhyuck-is-real-af @smoltaek

if you've already done this, or just don't want to, then ignore this and sorry for bothering you !!!