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everafterkeiji · 3 years

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Summary: When your first Christmas with Suga turns into a bit of a sweet mess.

Pairing: Koshi Sugawara x gn!reader

Word count: 3.4k

Genre: fluff

A/N: god help me i wrote this on INSTINCT, dropped EVERYTHING for this baby. Also happy holidays my lil melodies!!

"Asahi please stop freaking out."

Sugawara says through the phone as he hears complains and whines from Asahi, panicking where he misplaced Suga's gift for Y/N. He strictly ordered Asahi to hide his present for you knowing it's all you've been talking about for months. Next thing he knows, Asahi calls him completely frantic acting like he's completely destroyed their friendship.

Suga laughs as he hears random sounds from objects assuming Asahi was carelessly running through his house finding the beautifully wrapped gift. Meanwhile he was preparing all the ingredients needed for these extremely adorable Christmas inspired cupcakes that he and Y/N found. He was looking at the list of the things needed before setting everything on the kitchen counter.

"SUGA I'M SO SORRY. WHAT IF I LOST IT?"

"Asahi you're the tidiest person I know."

"I RUINED YOUR FIRST CHRISTMAS TOGETHER. I'M SUCH A TERRIBLE PERSON."

"Asahi! Please. It's too early and when you find it please just come over and bring it to me. Y/Ns got work from that cafe so we have time. I'll call you back okay? I'll just bake." He says before hanging up the phone, leaving a very stressed Asahi, feeling like there was a baring weight on his shoulders as he finds the gift.

Meanwhile Koshi has his tongue poking out as he figures out what the woman on the video just said. As he mixes the ingredients together, he can't help but smile when he realizes how important it was for the two of you.

As mentioned, it was your first Christmas together and this man was not going to pass up on the opportunity to show you how much you mean to him. You've got this lovesick fool wrapped around your finger, completely struck by your beauty and characteristics. You felt the exact same, feeling as if the gods gave you one of their prized possessions. How could you even deny the butterflies that surround you when he holds your hand, or even when he takes your bag on the way home.

Everything about him was already a gift from the heavens.

So here he was, completely forgetting what a budget meant, buying you the object you've been endlessly fangirling about it, even if you joked that you accepted him with a little bow wrapped around his head. Though he was willing to do it just to hear your laugh, he'd rather choose spoiling you instead. You can possibly imagine the way he looked, so confident swinging the little paper bag in his hands as he walked as if he won a lottery. He also bought you another gift that you didn't even request for. He just wanted to see the way your eyes would shine when you receive it.

As for you, you also forgot about your initial plan of spending less than what you expected. You didn't really settle on one thing, you had the cute idea of putting all the things he loved in a box along with all your photos together and with some heart warming letter you knew he would love. He loved the way you would stick notes on his favorite snacks and giving it to him when he was off to practice, or even the way he changed his alarm to you continuously telling him if he doesn't wake up he gets less hugs.

You figured that he adored your little acts of love instead of buying him a shirt or a sweater so you figured it benefitted your time preparation for his present. Also maybe buying everything that reminded him of you wasn't a brilliant idea.

It took you several days of torturing yourself from spilling the secret. You can never hide anything from your boyfriend- I mean how can you? One glance from his soft eyes was enough for you to surrender any information you've got so Daichi had to physically clasp his hand over your mouth just because he didn't trust that you have the ability to keep the secret to yourself. You thanked him knowing it was difficult to do especially when all you wanna do is ramble on how you found this plushie that you got him.

So when the universe put you two together, its absolutely the same for him.

He had to physically beg for Asahi to hide it from you knowing he was to be the least suspected one to just blurt out a secret. The con is Asahi was at the top for being anxious and being too caring. Though he deeply wished he picked Daichi, he figured he was practically a bridge for you two so he disregarded the idea. Seeing Asahi all worked up about the gift was quite humorous to Suga.

"Suga- honey do you know what that means?"

"Yes what is it darling?"

"We'll have our first Christmas together!" You exclaim, clapping your hands with a smile on your face as he chuckles draping an arm on your shoulder. He kisses the side of your head as you automatically lean into his touch.

"And I'm excited for everything, hun." He says with his heart jumping in glee at the idea of being under theChristmas lights with you, imagining you two snuggled up talking for hours just embracing the warmth of each other.

"Even New Years!"

Sugawara smiles as he reminisces the precious memories you two have made in the short amount of time. It amazes him how a person was able to consume his thoughts on a daily, how every second with you felt like he wanted it to last for a lifetime. You overwhelm his heart with so much adoration and he can't help but feel as if he was given a slice of heaven whenever he's around you.

"You do know Y/N likes you right?" Daichi asks as he sets the vice captains heart on fire with what he just said. Suga let's out a nervous giggle before waving his hand back and forth as an act of denial. Daichi laughs at his gestures, examining the pink tinted cheeks of his fellow teammate.

"C'mon, Suga."

"I-it's not like Y/N likes me back the way I do!" Daichi lets out another laugh as he runs a hand through his locks. Sugawara wipes the sweat from his forehead, finding it challenging to think about them having mutual feelings for each other. His mind can't focus on the probability of you two dating since he figured he'd feel as if he was on cloud nine if that were to happen. Another heat wave rushes to his cheeks as he shakes his head no.

"Koshi!" A voice shouts, making him yelp..his confession.

"YES I LIKE Y/N."

"ME?"

"Y/N?"

"SUGA!"

".. oh no."

He remembers how he wanted to faint that day, definitely disappointed he confessed to her opposite to what he had in mind. He wanted it to be in a calm place, only them with possibly a scenery in front of them but instead he got a funny confession, yelping like a girl before declaring his love in hopes what surprised him was Daichi but was faced with Y/N instead. In the eyes if the universe, it seemed too funny yet wholesome while Sugawara thinks it's too clumsy and could've been way better.

So with the disaster of a confession, he made it up to you by bringing you along on fantastic dates. Sugawara developing a habit of picking random things that you had on that date whether it'd be a tissue that you drew on a smiley face with, or the receipt of what you ordered that day. It was such a cute habit seeing him pick them up and just shoving it in his bag, he'll pretend he hid nothing but later on you saw a little box under his bed filled with the objects with dates on each of them.

"Koshi what's this?" You ask shaking the box in your hands as his eyes widen running to you and softly taking it away from your hands. He chuckles nervously, arms waving around you as if he was protecting it with his life. You laugh at his actions before attacking him from behind hugging him, trying to stop him from moving any farther. Suga let's out a war cry, desperate to not give into your embrace.

"NO I WILL NOT SURRENDER TO SUCH CUTENESS."

"WHAT IS IN THERE SUGA."

He trips as he walks, making you follow behind him, falling the same way he did. You fall to the floor laughing at the stupidity of you two. You were facing him as you take in the way his laughter was the best thing you've ever heard. He had his eyes closed with his smile brighter than the sun as his chuckle echoes through the room. You let your hand rest on his cheek before leaning in and kissing his temple. This quickly had the young man turn his head to you with flustered cheeks and sleepish smile.

"Seems like you're incredibly in love with me."

"What's so wrong with that?"

Before he could land a peck on your forehead, you grab the box from his hand earning a gasp of betrayal from your boyfriend as you quickly jog to a corner opening the box, and what was in this so called treasure chest was filled with random objects. As you take in the tissue in your hands, you see his handwriting on it with the date of your recent date. You smile as he comes behind you wrapping arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder.

"You know you're too cute for me, Suga. You're gonna make me have a heart attack with this."

"At least I can you were drop dead in love with me."

"Okay now- that wasn't cute."

This automatically carries a smile on your lips as you give the last customer their drink. Seems like everyone was affected by the chilly holiday feels since there were no customers that pissed you off like usual. Everyone was rushing to spend time with their families at home. Your family along with Suga's were spending the holiday together, happily welcoming the boy into your family. Although you found it funny when Suga acted so nervous when he was invited to spend it with them.

So as promised, your boss insisted everyone to go home early making you take your time in cleaning up.

"Asahi! You made it happy holidays!" Suga softly pats the ace's shoulder giving him a smile. Asahi does the same, setting down your gift on the table. Asahi takes a seat on the couch admiring the way the room was filled with decorations, with polaroids clipped with fairy lights, even a tiny Christmas tree in the corner borrowed from your parents.

"Seriously thank you for bringing it over, where did you find it?" Asahi chuckles as he removes his scarf.

"It was in my drawer all along. I thought I hid it in my cabinet so that's why I panicked." Suga shakes his head in amusement.

"I'd like to stay but my moms making me buy something from the store." Asahi says standing up. He hands Sugawara a box that was wrapped neatly with a gold ribbon at the middle. Suga's eyebrows were raised in confusion as he sees the little tag that said "To: Suga, From: Daichi and Asahi", he then smiles before handing a present to him as well. They both bid a thank you to each other before Asahi leaves.

As Suga leaves your present on the counter so he can continue cleaning up the mess he made from baking.

That's when he heard a knock to the door as he takes a peak in the little hole seeing his lovely lover standing in the doorway. Then he realizes that his present for you was just laying around and the kitchen was still pretty much a disaster. So he dashes as fast as he could.

You were replying to messages from Kiyoko and Yachi and he simply thanks the world that it was sparing him time.

And with such speed, comes with great responsibility. He accidentally knocks down the flour on the counter, where the tiny box was placed making it covered in flour making him puff in annoyance. With the dust making its way to his nostrils, this unfortunate makes him sneeze making the whip of air carry the flour residue land on his face, giving his face a powder like finish, along with his hair. This absolutely had him at complete shock as he hears the door open.

"Suga honey! Oh- what the hell happened." You say with a slight giggle as you snap a picture of your beloved boyfriend covered in flour. Looking back at the photo, you laugh even more, him swiftly hiding the flour covered box in his hands shoving it in his pockets.

"Y/N! Ah- I'm so sorry." He says before you set down your bag and remove your shoes as you set the cookies from the cafe on the counter. You take in how he looks with a frown on his plump lips as you smile softly before going over to him, your finger landing on the flour as your fingers swipe across your face joining him in the little flour art on either of your faces. He chuckles as his flour covered hands land on your cheek.

"How do you make it look so cute, sugar?" He asks as he gives a slight squish to your cheeks. You roll your eyes at his words as he places a delicate peck on your forehead.

"Are you sure it's really okay? I could clean this up all by myself you go ahead and take a shower!" He says but even if you insisted on helping him he disagrees.

"But-"

"Nope nope, I did this, it's my responsibility. Now shoo!" He says pushing your back to go on ahead and shower, the habit he's been doing to Kageyama and Nishinoya. You giggle at his actions before finally giving in to his demands.

During your well spent shower you hear a scream from the outside. You immediately grab your towel, wiping away the water in your eyes and wrapping it around your figure, frantically opening the door.

"Suga?!"

"Y/N wait no I'm fine!"

You look up to see smoke coming from the oven with your boyfriend in his adorable apron with matching mittens fanning his hands as he quickly brings out the tray of burnt cookies as you both lock eyes now both widening at the same time at the sight of you.

"Oh! Wait! Look away!"

"SUGA!"

"WAIT NO I SHOULD LOOK AWAY!"

Suga covers his eyes as he tries to stumble around the room trying to move around the counter. Thankfully, he screamed when you were finished showering so you grabbed the clothes you had from the room to help the poor boy, changing while he had his eyes covered. You still had your hair dripping wet but you immediately remove the hands from his face, revealing a very red Suga.

"Koshi, love. What happened?"

"I'm sorry! I can't believe I just messed up everything for our..first Christmas." Sugawara slides down on the floor feeling like he's lost all the time to make up for everything. Y/N sits beside him taking his had and leaning it your shoulder while your hands rummage through his hair, comforting him.

"Love, you didn't ruin it. I promise you that. If its any consolation, I think you look absolutely cute in your outfit." Sugawara lifts his head off your shoulder with a pout to his lips. You giggle at the sight of him before gently placing a peck on his pretty lips.

"And a frown doesn't suit it." You say before he chuckles bringing you into his arms, a move to hide his face. You laugh as he practically hugs you even tighter.

"Should we even bother to taste the cookies?"

"Oh please no I don't wanna go to the hospital on Christmas."

"Okay now gift giving time!"

Suga tugs on your hand underneath the table as you look at him, as he turns his head to the side signalling for the two of you to leave the table for a while. You excused yourselves. Suga leads you into the empty room as he excitedly sits down on the bed, and you followed his actions.

"So what are you up to, mysterious man?" You ask as Sugawara pulls out a tiny box from his pockets. Your eyebrows were raised, confused at the tiny little thing. He then goes behind you pushing back your hair as you feel a cold material hit your neck. Your fingers grazes over the thin material as you feel an circle charm on it that felt like there was distinct design from the texture. You close your eyes with a smile, already loving how he was so delicate. Once he locks it, you immediately hop off the bed rushing to the nearest mirror as your eyes set upon the dainty piece.

It was a gold necklace with a small disc charm in the middle with a letter S along with engravings of your favorite flower at the bottom. You gasp at how it was able to emit such beautiful details of the flowers. He wraps his arms behind you, resting his head on yours as light bounces off the mirror from where his finger was. Curious, you turned to him as you take a hold of each hand, then finding him wearing a ring with your initial with the same flower esque design on your necklace. It was placed in his ring finger and you covered your face, speechless at everything.

Suga takes this a sign that you were absolutely bewildered by his gift and he smiles as he pulls you into his arms.

"You're absolutely god-sent, it's unfair at this point." You say as he chuckles, he pulls away to see you pouting as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, letting his hand rest on your cheek like usual making you rest your cheeks weight on his hand.

"I know this isn't our only Christmas, we've got so many to go through. I just wanted us to start off strong with this. At least, even without a holiday or special occasion, we'll always feel like the other is around. Especially, it kinda looks like I'm married to you so what else can I complain about?"

You slap his chest jokingly feeling like the waterworks were coming to meet you. He pats your hair as he lets his eyes linger on you, setting your heart on fire with the way his eyes made you feel so safe and loved.

You wipe your eyes as you make your way to the cabinet, grabbing the present and handing it to him shyly. He remains silent as he opens the box to be greeted by his favorite snacks, an adorable plushie sprayed with your perfume, along with scattered letters and photographs of you two. He takes in one of the notes that his eyes landed on.

"My little ray of sunshine! Out of all the things I could say, you've left me speechless everytime. It's just pure luck that I managed to pull an angel like you. I genuinely hope you like this and not scold me for spending too much but how can I when I'm too in love with you? Merry Christmas, my love - Y/N."

He shouts in glee taking you by surprise as he basically tackles you on the bed, hugging you for the hundredth time today as he repeatedly kept saying thank you. You laugh, finally feeling relieved that he loved your gift. He sits up like a little kid reading every note that touched his hand and his eyes sparkle everytime. It surely was a sight that could make it feel like Christmas everyday. He hugs the plushie with all his love as you snap a photo of them, admiring the way his cheeks looked squished against the softness of the toy.

"Merry Christmas, honey." You say, curled up in his chest.

"Merry Christmas too, love."

He looks at you and he hums in happiness at the sight of the both of you, welcome in each others arms and nothing but endless smiles and laughter.

"I'm so in love with you."

"Good, believe it or not but I love you more."

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu sugawara #koshi sugawara #sugawara x y/n #sugawara x you #sugawara fic #haikyuu!!#nishinoya x reader #tsukishima fluff #hinata x reader #tsukishima x reader #hinata shouyou #kageyama x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #haikyuu asahi #asahi x you

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mickmarstookmyheart · 4 years

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Bad Memories

Pairing: Mick Mars X Reader

Synopsis: While you are trying to enjoy your peaceful morning with Mick, your sister calls you with az unexpected demand. Your past comes up again which you don't like.

(I will correct the mistakes tomorrow)

Being the girlfriend of a musician meant constant tours and music all the time at everywhere. Seeing the guys almost every night on stage playing their chosen instruments made you jelaous. Then you remembered that you wouldn't stand on stage and play. Never.

It was a rainy and overcast October day. You and Mick chose to stay in bed a bit more since you had nothing to do that day. Your head was laying on his chest which was rising slowly. You loved listening to his steady heartbeat. His fingertips were caressing you bareback while his other hand were behind his head.

"Miiiiick. Please!" You asked nicely.

"Yeah?" He sighed.

"Would you be so kind and make some coffee?" You looked up with puppy eyes. He rolled his.

"I made it yesterday, too." He stated. He knew that these kind of peaceful mornings are rare and tried to enjoy every second of it.

"Good point. Then give me 5 minutes." You murmured into his chest. After a while you heard Mick's quiet snoring making you drift back to sleep, too. A loud ringing noise woke you up from your peaceful dreams.

"I will kill whoever this is." Mick groaned reaching for the telephone. "It's your killer, what do you want?"

"Hey, Mick. It's me, Isabelle. Sorry if I woke you up." Your sister apologized on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, hey. What's up? Haven't heard from you like in ages!" Mick's face brightened up while you frowned thinking who this lucky person could be.

"Nothing special, just the usual. Is (Y/N) there? I really need to talk to her." She asked.

"Yeah, sure. Is there a problem?"

"Well, nothing serious." Mick handed you the phone.

"It's (Y/N)." You said with a quite sleepy tone. You sat up while pulling some blanket from Mick who answered with a pillow behind your head. "Hey!" You snapped making him smirk.

"It's me. Your sister." Isabelle started to get annoyed. "(Y/N)! Are you here?"

"Yeah. What is it?"

"You know there is gonna be a party. Here at university. A Halloween party."

"That's good, I guess?" Making a phone call this tired didn't help.

"Sure. Also, me and some guys formed a band you know."

"Really? You haven't told me." It was good to finally speak to her. It was quite a long ago since you have a nice sister to sister conversation. You glanced around in the room and spotted an oversized tee on the ground. You got out of bed which was hard cause Mick didn't let you at first. You couldn't help it cause you felt the urge to walk when you were speaking on the telephone. "And... what's the name of the band?"

"Eggheads."

"That's what I call creative." You giggled.

"Wasn't me who came up with the idea, you know." Isabelle huffed.

"Maybe you should've asked Mick. He has some ideas." You glanced at the guitarist who tilted his head not having any clue why he was mentioned. "So what's the deal, sis?"

"There is this party and the head of the uni asked us to perform."

"Congrats. That's a big thing!" You cheered.

"Let me finish. So yesterday our guitarist, Mike, had an accident and broke his arm. He sure won't be able to perform."

"Oh, that suck. I'm so sorry. Also, sorry for not performing." You played with the wire of the phone.

"Well, don't be. Cause I have a wonderful idea!" She had a devilish smile on her face, unfortunately you couldn't see. If you could, you would've known what she was up to. "There is a girl I know who could play instead of Mike."

"Good to hear. Is she at the uni, too?" You asked still not suspecting a thing.

"Not exactly although one of my best friends." She said sighing. "I'm talking about you, (Y/N)."

"What?" The blood froze in your veins. "You aren't serious, right?"

"Don't tell me you are still not over what happened years ago!"

"I am...just.. it's pretty hard." You were rubbing your arm with the other.

"Please, (Y/N)!" She begged. "It will be fucking cool, I promise."

"I don't know. I haven't played since then. I will mess up."

"Give the phone to Mick."

"Why?"

"Heard me. Give me the guitar lord." Isabelle ordered. You handed the device back to Mick who took it happily. He was really fond of your sister.

"Did you manage to solve the problem?" Mick asked while he was eyeing your worried facial expression.

"Almost. Would you refresh my sister's guitar skills in two weeks?" Mick's eyes widened while you shook your head.

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"Why didn't you tell me?" Mick asked watching the red light from the car.

"Tell you what?" You were looking out the window to avoid eye contact. You knew what he was talking about and it wasn't your favourite topic.

"That you can play the guitar."

"I thought I can have secrets. And it's not a big thing."

"If you say so." He was watching you from the corner of his eye. He noticed that you were worried, well, rather freaked out. "Would you mind telling me why are you like this? Or is it a secret, too?"

"I fucking knew." You pulled your hoodie's strings stronger so nothing could be seen from your face. You crossed your arms and didn't say a word.

"You look like a kid who didn't get her Barbie." He chuckled.

"Haha. Very funny." You murmured.

"Aren't you happy that you can meet with Isabelle? Cause I sure am!" He smiled. Sometimes you were wondering why he liked your sister this much. Mick only tolerated people. "Hey. Mars to Earth. Are you here?" He asked while poking your belly making you giggle.

"Stop." You tried to catch your breath. Mick smiled, he loved hearing your laugh. "And I'm sorry for my behaviour. It's just a quite sensitive topic for me. Only Isabelle knows about this and she doesn't think it's important." You were playing with the strings of your hoodie. "I guess, you want to hear the story."

"Only, if you want to. But yeah, I would love to hear it." He smirked. You took a deep breath and started you monologue.

"Not a long story, don't worry. So years ago some friends of mine formed a band. It were the boys and me. We were a cover band but tried to create some original ones though I was the only one who wanted that."

"Sadly, I can relate." He sighed.

"I'm sorry." You took a look at Mick who placed your hand into his. "Unfortunately, this was the minor problem. After one of our concerts, I had an accident. I fell of my motorbike. I broke my arm and one of my legs. The doctor said I was lucky." You had a sad smile on your face. Later, deep down you wished you had died instead.

"We were on a so called mini tour, we were performing at universities and high schools. Since I was at the hospital I felt horrible because we couldn't perform. At least, that's what I thought."

"You were replaced, right?" Mick squeezed your hand feeling sorry for you.

"Yes. But that wasn't my problem. I thought they were my friends. They didn't even visit me. After, I recovered more or less, I went to our place where we usually practiced. There was a new guitarist, a guy, who told me to fuck off." You laughed. "I was on my way to punch the guy, but our singer stopped me. He asked why I was there and that he fired me. His reason was that they didn't want a girl in their band and that I wasn't playing well anyway." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. A tear ran down your face and your eyes were gloomy. You chest was heavy but you tried your best not to cry.

"Fuck them. Fuck them for embarrassing you. And where is that famous band now? Nowhere! Darling, I'm so sorry. But they don't deserve your tears." He wiped your tears with his thumb. "And I'm sure they still regret their decision. If you play as good as good pictures you take they are a dead band." He pecked your lips making you smile.

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"Are you ready (Y/N)?" Your sister asked. You and Isabelle's band along with Mick were at drummer's garage and were about to practice. It was the 5th day and you were improving. That's what Mick said though you didn't believe him. You nodded and started to play "Live Wire." On the set list there were Mötley, AC/DC, Van Halen, Scorpions, Bon Jovi and many more. An old good feeling took over when you touched the strings. Your fingers remembered and it made you happy. During the solo, Mick was admiring you, he adored your concentrating face and he noticed that you were enjoying it. When the band finished the song you were still in shock how good it had turned out. Mick was clapping as well as the others.

"Wow, (Y/N)! It was hell of a solo." Robert, the singer congratulated. Isabelle was the bass player, Tim the drummer who owned the garage. You ran your fingers through your hair in embarrassment. You still didn't get used to compliments regarding your play.

"Thanks. And are you sure Mike isn't angry?"

"Nah. He said it's pretty cool that the girlfriend of Mick Mars will substitute him." Tim snickered. "Also, he is apologizing for not being here. His mother didn't let him."

"Poor little 22-year-old boy." Isabelle chuckled putting down her bass. She walked over to you and took Mick's precious guitar from your hand.

"Don't worry. I won't smash it on the floor." She yelled seeing the guitarist's facial expression.

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Halloween. Costumes, candies, and spooky decoration everywhere. You wished you could dress up as a witch or something cause that fluff you called your hair was hidious. Vince lent his bandana as a mascot and Mick one of his guitars.

"I look horrible." You looked in the mirror dealing with your hair.

"Babe, this is how we normally look on stage. You look badass. Also, very sexy." He murmured to your neck hugging you from behind.

"He is right, sis." Isabelle came back to the dressing room with a bigger fluff. You held your hand over your mouth not to laugh loudly. You noticed that Mick's was in the same state.

"I think I will go. Find those idiots and keep an eye on them." Mick said while pressing one last kiss on your cheek and left the room.

"(Y/N)! Listen, you will be great. Just remeber to relax. Take a deep breath and the key is to enjoy. Concentrate on the music, feel the music. Watch Mick, pretend you two are the only ones in the room." She placed her hands on your shoulders looking in your eyes.

You were the last one who stepped on stage and the crowd were already insane.

"Alright, alright ladies and gentlemen. Before we start this hella concert, I would like to introduce our temporary guitar player, (Y/N). You will see a powerful sister duo on stage tonight. Prepare yourself. The show is beginning. Are you READY?" Robert screamed in the microphone as the crowd shouted as one person.

During the concert you felt an energy which you couldn't compare to anything. You felt powerful and you thought you could accomplish anything at that moment.

"I would be scared if I were you, Old Man." Vince stated as he was watching you from the side of the stage with Mick. "We might get you replaced with (Y/N). She is sexier." Mick kicked the singer in the ankle making him groan.

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im-actually-ok · 3 years

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Fangs

Chapter Six

First, Previous, Next

Masterlist

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Platonic DLAMPR, platonic? Logince

Word Count: 1452

Genre: Some fluffy silly supportive bois

Warnings: Fangs, very slight body horror(the fangs), wild animal, wolf, swearing, food, eating (i think that’s it but if i missed anything please let me know so i can add it, thank you!!!)

Roman blinked, looking at the other, blinking again and rubbing his eyes almost comically, as if he didn’t believe what he was seeing.

“You have-” he motioned to his own mouth, not sure of the right words.

“Fangth? Yeth, I’m aware,” he sighed rubbing his eyes tiredly.

“Does this have something to do with the um- the uh-” he then motioned to the hair.

“That’th the working theory, yeth,”

“And the lisp?”

“Mhm,”

“The meat??”

“Yeth,”

“The… uh….. The growling?...”

“I… believe so, yeth,”

“Do you know why??”

Logan sighed and shook his head, “currently, I do not,” he said, standing from his seated spot on the floor and walking over to his desk, motioning to the tools on his desk, “nothing I try workth, I can't get them to go away,”

Roman stood as well, walking over, “Have you tried just like, imagining them going away?” he asked and Logan gave him a deadpan look.

“/No/ Roman, I /definitely/ have /not/ tried that,”

“Well at least your sarcasm is getting better,”

“Thank you, Januth hath been helping me,”

“No problem, Microsoft nerd,” he said with a smile, “Ok, so, let's get a look at these chompers,” he said, taking Logan’s hand and and leading him over to the bed, sitting him down and standing in front of him, conjuring a small flashlight, “Alright, Pocket Protector, open wide,”

Logan rolled his eyes a little before opening his mouth, baring his teeth.

“Yikes, you've got quite the bite, huh? Have you been brushing properly since your last dental appointment?” Roman teased with a small smirk.

“Roman, /focuth/,”

“Yeah, yeah, alright, sorry,” he chuckled before shining the flashlight in, looking over the sharp fangs, “alright, from this I can see that you indeed… have fangs,”

“Roman you are absolutely no help at all.”

“What?? What do you expect? I’m not the smart one here!!”

“Well you are the expert on thap- thsa-” He couldn't manage to say ‘shapeshifting’ so he just said, “M-Managing to change your form,”

“Well I’ve never gotten stuck before,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I’ll- uh- I’ll think on this, ok? I’ll help you with this, alright?” he said, sitting down next to him and wrapping an arm around the smaller side’s shoulders.

Logan sighed and leaned into him, resting his head on the other’s shoulder, “You won’t tell the otherth, right?” he asked softly.

“You don’t want them to know?”

“...no…”

“Then no, I won’t tell them.”

“Thankth, Ro,” he said, a small, shy toothy smile on his face.

“Of course,” he said with a grin, “I’m just glad you decided to trust me, and I promise we’re gonna figure this out,”

“Great, because I am so tired of eating just meat,”

“Heh, I bet.”

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Roman had spent the rest of the night trying to figure it out, well, that is, until he fell asleep at his desk, he had only made it thirty minutes before falling asleep. The next day he excused himself from the discussion early to spend more time thinking on the night before.

The following night he returned to Logan’s room, same as always with a plate of chicken nuggets in his hand and the papers from his ‘research’ (Mostly drawings of Logan with fangs) in his mouth as he knocked on the door. There was no response.

Roman raised an eyebrow and knocked again, but once more there was no response. He took the papers out of his mouth to call, “Loooooooooggggggaaaaaaannnnnnnnnnnnn open the doooooooooooooooooooor,” before adding, “please, I broughtcha dinner,”

At this point he was… concerned. “Uhhhhhhhhh Lo im gonna come in, ok? Don’t freak out it’s just me,” He called as he moved, tucking the papers under his arm and resting his hand on the handle, turning it and pushing the door open. He walked in, closing the door behind him.

Looking around, the room was uncharacteristically messy for Logan, as it had been for the last couple weeks, but nothing looked really out of the ordinary. Roman’s eyes finally landed on the lump on the bed, under the covers and he laughed, rolling his eyes, “Still in bed, I never would have pegged you as one to sleep in this late, calculator watch,” He said, setting the chicken nuggets on the desk along with his papers before he plopped down on the bed, shaking the lump under the covers, “wakey wakey, sunshine,” he smiled.

A low growl came from the other as it shifted and Roman rolled his eyes, “come on, none of that, you know it's too late to be sleeping,” he said as he pulled the sheets off the other. But when he saw what was underneath, he gasped, startling backwards and falling off the bed before hopping up again, “Shit- Logan!?”

A wolf rose from a sleeping position in Logan’s bed, looking quite grumpy as he looked over at Roman.

“Holy everlasting reign of glob, what happened to you?!” he said as he rushed back over and the wolf simply huffed, stretching before hopping off the bed and walking around.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh god Logan,” He put his hands over his mouth, “gosh Logan I’m so sorry, this is all my fault, gosh I should have come back sooner and now you’re a wolf oh gosh I’m so sorry,”

The wolf went over, scratching at the leg of the desk, whimpering softly.

“Oh, you- uh- you want something? Something on your desk? Some kind of super science thing that’ll turn you back or-” he paused and sighed, “You want the chicken nuggets, don’t you?”

So that’s how Roman ended up sitting in Logan’s bed, feeding a wolf chicken nuggets, having a crisis, for thirty minutes.

“Goooooooooooosh what am I gonna tell Thomas? That his logic is now a wolf? How am I gonna explain that?!” He groaned as he pet the wolf who was now lying in his lap.

“Wait,” he said, sitting up, startling the wolf, nerdy ‘wolf’erine, Roman had dubbed him. “I- hear me out, Logan, I have an idea, ok?”

‘Wolf’erine tilted his head as Roman cupped the wolf’s face, “Ok, I know it’s highly illogical but in all the fairy tales it works,” He said before moving and pressing a kiss to the wolf’s snout.

“Roman? What in the name of Tesla are you doing?”

Roman pulled away and smiled, “Wait, shit did it work???” Then he made a confused face when he saw the wolf still in front of him.

“Roman why are you kithing the wolf?” Logan asked, entering the room and closing the door behind him.

Roman felt his face heat up as he blushed a very very bright red color, “I-I- y-you’re not- but I thought- you- I-” he looked between the wolf and Logan, “I- I thought you were the wolf!!”

“I- what?”

“You’re practically turning into a wolf when I came in and there was a wolf in your bed I thought- I thought-...”

Logan stared at him a moment before he laughed, “You thought I had turned into a wolf, oh wow Roman that ith… oh goodneth,” he laughed.

Roman blushed even brighter, “I- its not- what was I supposed to think?! And why in the world is there a wolf in your room!?”

“I asked Remuth to get one from the imagination for me tho I could do more rethearch, I was thimply out because Remuth had been ranting about all the wayth wolves could kill and I did not want to be rude by leaving,” he explained

Roman nodded a little bit, “ooookkkkkkkkkkaaayyy, but why did you ask /Remus/? I could have gotten it for you,” he said, pouting a little bit.

“You have already done tho much for me, I did not want to bother you further, plus with Remuth I can athk for a wolf and get one no quethtions athked.”

“Oh…. Right…” he nodded a little bit, letting out a sigh, “Alright, uh, I fed your dinner to the wolf, I’ll get you something else,” he chuckled shyly, “Just… know you can ask me for anything, ok?”

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind, thank you, Roman,” he smiled and nodded.

He nodded with a grin before going to the door, “Oh, and Roman?” Logan called and Roman looked back at him.

“If you thought the wolf was me… why, exactly, were you kissing it?” He asked with an eyebrow raised and a small smirk.

Roman’s face was once more painted red as he blushed again, “I- I was just- I- I mean it always works in fairy tales!!”

Logan was in a laughing once more as Roman rushed out with a thick blush on his face because gooooshhhhh that was embarrassing.

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Heh, thought you all deserved some funny silly bois before the heavy stuff drops :3

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mimi-love-4ever · 6 years

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Summer Heat

SasuSaku Month 2018 - Day 13: Summer Heat Rating: T+ (Language) Context: Non-massacre, non-shinobi AU A/N: Thank you for reading and I hope you like it! Here’s the previous prompt, Day 12 (Dinner).

Sasuke was carrying a bucket of paint and a tray of brushes the first time he saw her. He blinked several times to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Pastel pink hair and alluring green eyes. She was talking animatedly with his uncle Obito near the front gate of the house as she swept her strangely colored hair up into a ponytail. Since he had his earphones in, he failed to hear what she was saying, but whatever it was it had his uncle howling with laughter with the way he was bending over and slapping his knee. It honestly looked like he was dying from oxygen deprivation.

Whatever the girl said couldn’t have been that funny, he thought to himself, almost annoyed.

He forced himself to look away and kept walking towards the end of the fence where he was supposed to start painting first. When his uncle had convinced his parents to let him stay for the summer, to clear his head before college began, Sasuke hadn’t expected to be put to work. Obito had bought an old house in a nice, quiet neighborhood on the outskirts of Konoha and had decided to renovate it as a summer project. So, honestly, he should have suspected he’d be used for free labor by his eccentric uncle. The only thing that had kept him from driving back home was that Obito had promised to teach him some martial arts, which is something his mother had forbidden him from learning when he was younger.

The next time he saw the girl with the pink hair, he was driving through downtown Konoha one afternoon. Obito had sent him to pick up something or another at the store like a little errand boy. He just happened to take a glance to the right at a stop light and saw her spinning on her tiptoes as easily as a breath of air. She was in a dance studio, alone. The passionate expression on her face caught him off guard. He couldn’t deny she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen. Which is why he grumbled to himself and sped out of there before anyone caught him staring. Sasuke was not in the habit of letting girls catch his eye and he did not plan to let it happen.

He arrived back at the house thoroughly annoyed, threw the shopping bag on his uncle’s table, and holed up in his room. He slipped in his earphones and spent the next couple hours trying to put that girl out of mind. He tried so hard that he ended up falling asleep to the image of sparkling viridian eyes, nonetheless.

It was almost a month into his stay when he ran into her again. Obito had left him a to-do list of things that needed to be done while he went into town for a few hours. Sasuke called bullshit because his uncle had been gone since early morning and he was stuck cleaning the stinky gutters as the sun blazed on mercilessly. Sweat trickled down his neck right down to his shirt, making it stick to his body uncomfortably. The heated up metal of the ladder he was standing on wasn’t helping the situation. He groaned in protest and decided to scoop one last patch of gutter gunk before calling it quits. Not even the music blasting through his earphones was helping him put the summer heat out of mind. He let the ball of gunk fall to the ground carelessly, where he could then pick it up better, when his ladder shook roughly and almost toppled him over.

Sasuke cursed loudly and looked down trying to find the source of the disturbance. His eyes widened in shock when he saw pink muddied locks, then a furious face with green eyes shooting daggers at him. He ripped the earphones off and quickly climbed down.

“What the hell is your problem?” The girl exclaimed. “I was just trying to get your attention and you go and drop this shit on me!”

Sasuke winced. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see you, or hear you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I figured,” she pouted and tried to get big chunks of gutter trash off her head. “Great, now I gotta go all the way back home and shower.”

“No, wait.” Sasuke surprised himself by saying and looked away embarrassed. “Uh, why don’t you come in? You can use our bathroom.”

She raised an eyebrow at his boldness. “I don’t even know your name, buddy. You could be a killer for all I know, looking to kidnap girls like me.”

“Annoying?” Sasuke quipped.

“Young and full of life.”

Sasuke couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her reply. “Sasuke Uchiha. College-bound student, not a killer.”

“Oh, you must be Mr. Uchiha’s nephew!” Her eyes brightened as she stuck her hand out to him. “He hasn’t shut up about you, you know?”

“Great,” he grimaced. “I can just imagine the things he’s said.”

“Well, you don’t look stupid, for one,” she giggled. “Although, he did also mention you have a stick up your ass, so…”

You’re dead, Obito! Sasuke glared at the floor furiously. He could feel the tips of his ears burn red.

“Sakura Haruno,” she introduced herself, chuckling. “Now that I know you’re not a closeted killer, I wouldn’t mind using your bathroom, but I still got my eye on you.”

After their official disaster of a meeting, Sasuke found Sakura stopping by more often. She would try to get him out of the house any chance she got, but to no avail, so she ended up trailing after him and helping out. Once Obito found out what was going on he waited for Sakura to go home before laughing and teasing him relentlessly about her. Somehow his uncle got it in his head that he and Sakura would soon hook up, which is why he almost freaked out when two weeks later Sakura started pestering him about a party. A friend of a friend was hosting a party at her family’s summer house, about forty minutes away, and Sakura insisted he should go with her. Of course, he flat out refused, remembering his uncle’s teasing. That’s when Sakura had pulled out the big guns.

Her pink lips formed a pout as her viridian eyes widened slightly and she looked at him pleadingly. His thoughts betrayed him as he found her to be entirely too enticing for her own good. Needless to say, she played him like a damn fiddle.

Sasuke threw on a clean white t-shirt, jeans and a pair of black Converse and waited for Sakura to show up. Since he didn’t want to tip off Obito of the situation, he told Sakura they should take her car, to which she readily agreed. It seemed Obito had started teasing her too whenever he wasn’t paying attention.

At seven, on the dot, Sakura was pulling up in the driveway. She waved at him without getting off and he hurried over to the passenger seat. The drive on the way over was laid back with Sasuke simply enjoying the cool air from the AC beating away the heat of summer while Sakura played songs from her playlist and sang a long at the top of her lungs. She grinned at him and laughed every time he would complain about the too bubblegum pop songs she played, but he never once told her to shut up or change it. When they finally reached their destination an hour later, the party looked to be well underway already. Sakura parked down the street and was checking over her light make-up as he got out.

The second Sakura stepped out of the car, Sasuke knew this party was gonna be hell. He hadn’t noticed it when he got in the car, but Sakura looked good. Way, way, too good and damn it all if he didn’t find her insanely attractive. She wore a thin red, off the shoulder top that fell a little short and showed off a good amount of her flat stomach. It accompanished a tight, high waisted black skirt that stopped mid-thigh and a pair of black wedge sneakers that had a mesmerizing effect on her long legs.

“Do you think I look okay?” Sakura asked him, biting her lip, as she tucked a rose-colored lock behind her ear.

Sasuke had never felt so conflicted. He wanted to tell her that she looked amazing, but at the same time, he wanted to shove her back in the car and drive away so no stupid hormonal boys could look at her.

“You look fine,” he forced out.

“Oh,” she said. He could have sworn he saw a flash of disappointment in her eyes before it was gone and she smiled. “As long as I don’t look terrible. Come on, Sasuke, we need to loosen you up.”

As soon as they stepped through the door, Sakura was bombarded by a vivacious blonde who grinned like a Cheshire cat at her outfit and handed both of them a half-filled red cup. Ino, he remembered Sakura mentioning the name of her best friend. She wasted no time in pulling her into a throng of people in the middle of the large living room that were supposed to be dancing, but looked to be too tipsy for that. Hard paced music blasted from hidden speakers around the room while a strobe of light flashed every now and then.

He wasn’t the type to drink, but when he caught several leering glances directed at Sakura, he chugged the entire contents of the cup. Whatever it was tasted terrible and almost made him gag at the after taste. Although he hadn’t known Sakura for very long, he felt protective of her. It almost came at no surprise seeing as how there was just something about her that drew people right in.

Sasuke ended up in a corner, mostly to hide from the attention other girls were directing at him in the form of flirtatious eyes and not so subtle looks. He focused instead on Sakura and the big smile on her face as she danced. She had ditched the cup and had both hands thrown up in the air above her, her hips swaying sensually in time to the rhythm of the music. He lost count of how many songs Sakura danced to, but she eventually made her way over to him slightly out of breath and fanning her face.

Her eyes shimmered with excitement and her cheeks were flushed a pretty pink. She looked at him with a certain intensity that made the room heat up a couple of degrees.

“Dance with me?” Sakura giggled, tugging on his arm.

“I don’t dance,” he replied, glancing at the tangle of people unamused.

“Oh, come on!” Sakura crossed her arms over her chest. “I promise to keep my hands to myself.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Sasuke found himself muttering under his breath.

“I’m gonna go get another drink then.” She gave him one last hopeful look before maneuvering through the living room and out of sight.

Having nothing better to do, he followed Sakura to the kitchen area, pushing people out the way. He could never understand why girls tried clinging to him when it was obvious he wasn’t interested. All except Sakura, that is…

He shook away those thoughts and rounded the corner. The sight before him, however, made all those thoughts come roaring right back. Sakura was leaning against the counter, drink in hand, smiling and laughing as some guy was talking to her. He stood a little taller than her, which made him lean down closer to Sakura’s face to be able to be heard over the loud noise of the music. Too close. Sasuke found it incredibly hard to resist the urge to shove him away and punch that smug grin off his face.

I have no claim on Sakura. Sasuke repeated like a mantra over and over in his head.

The guy leaned down even further and whispered something in Sakura’s ear. He put his hand on the counter and placed his other on her small waist. Her eyes widened a bit at whatever it was that he said before an offended expression crossed her face. Sasuke was about to step in when Sakura lifted her arm and dumped the contents of her cup on top of the guy’s head.

“Asshole,” she snarled angrily and pushed him away.

The guy stumbled back, but managed to grab her wrist in a firm hold. “Don’t be such a bitch.”

In a flash Sasuke shot forward and gripped his arm tightly. He squeezed hard until the guy let go of Sakura with a groan of pain and fell to the ground clutching his arm. Sasuke ushered Sakura out of the kitchen, pushing past a small crowd that had gathered around them, and headed out the back door. Unlike the inside, the backyard was deserted and quiet enough to hear. Sakura stomped down a set of stairs and plopped down on the bottom step, fuming. Sasuke followed after her.

“Why are guys such jerks, Sasuke?” Sakura exploded. “Ugh, I swear, I always attract the worst.”

“That idiot, what did he say to you?” He asked a little curiously. He wanted to know whether he had to commit murder or not.

Sakura’s cheeks turned red, but it looked like more from embarrassment than anything. She huffed, “I’d rather not say.”

He frowned and figured it must have been pretty bad if she didn’t even want to tell him. Since he’s known her, she’s never held anything back. He also didn’t fail to notice the glossy shimmer in her eyes that signaled incoming tears.

“Forget that guy, he’s a loser if he can’t appreciate a girl like you.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them.

She turned to him and felt the ghost of a smile on her lips. “Annoying?”

He smirked. “Young and full of life.”

A chorus of giggles fell from her mouth, turning into full blown laughter a second later as she remembered their first encounter and the very same words being spoken between them. A comfortable silence fell over them. Sakura enjoyed the cooling summer air and admired the stars above while Sasuke couldn’t keep his eyes off of her.

“Hey, Sasuke?” Sakura broke the silence.

“Hm?”

“Thank you,” she smiled so brilliantly, he thought his heart would stop. She leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Hn.”

Sakura laughed at his one-word syllable, but was overjoyed when she could discern more than that one word. Although Sasuke didn’t talk a lot or express his emotions as easily as she did, she was quick to pick up on just what exactly he was trying to say. Not for the first time, Sakura was glad she met Sasuke and more than happy that they had become friends. Friends…

Before she lost her courage, Sakura raised her head up and pecked his cheek. His warm skin felt like silk under her lips and sent a shock of electricity down her spine. She moved away and stared straight ahead, feeling a sense of shyness creep over her.

“Happy birthday, Sasuke-kun,” she whispered.

Sasuke sat frozen in his spot. The spot where she had kissed him blazed hot like wildfire and slowly spread throughout his body. He slowly registered her words and wondered if this was Obito’s doing. A faint blush reddened his cheeks as he tried to figure out what to do or say. Frustratingly enough, his tongue twisted itself and left him speechless. Instead, he puckered up the courage and cradled her hand in his tentatively, giving her enough time to pull away if that’s what she wanted. She didn’t. Their fingers interconnected effortlessly, like two complementing jigsaw pieces.

“I’m really glad I met you, even if I never see you again after this summer,” Sakura said, every word ringing with sincerity.

“Don’t be annoying,” he stammered and squeezed her hand firmly. “We’re not going to stop being friends just because summer ends.”

“Oh yeah?” Sakura teased, her shyness melting away. “Can’t live without me, Uchiha?”

“I think you mean, you can’t live without me, Haruno,” Sasuke shot back easily.

Sakura poked him in the rib as payback and both erupted in laughter. The party was completely forgotten as Sakura launched into a story and Sasuke listened like he always did, while neither noticed their fingers were still interlocked.

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tom-hollands-eyelash · 6 years

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My Boy (Tom Holland X reader) part 1

A/n: This story is based off of the 1991 movie “My Girl”. If you want to be tagged please shoot me an ask or reblog this. It makes it easier for me.

Summary: You live in a funeral home and your only friend is Tom Holland, a boy across the street from you. Everyone in the neighborhood find you odd. Everyone except for Tom that is. You both promised each other that you’d never leave the other, what happens if one of you unintentionally break that promise?

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‘“Dad I’m dying.” You said to the very tall man with the receding hairline sitting next to me.

“That’s nice sweetheart, pass the remote please?” He asked, his eyes never leaving the T.V that was in front of him. When he didn’t feel the remote land in his hand he looked over to be greeted with a look of complete shock. “What?” he asked confused. You left him like that to go outside on the pourable. You were greeted with a gaggle of boys your age waiting to see a dead body in the funeral home where you live.

They’ve heard and seen all the caskets empty and full leaving and entering your house. It freaked out all the girls in the neighborhood, (which caused them never to play with you) but it intrigued all the boys wanting to see an old dead body. You escorted them into my home and took them to the viewing parlor your dad used for wakes. You led them to a closed ivory coffin. “Are you guys ready?” You asked placing your hands on the lid readying to lift it. There was an echo of ‘Yeah’ ‘come on’ and ‘do it’. When you lifted the lid off the coffin, it was empty. The boys demanded their money back saying how you were full of shit. “I was afraid this would happen.” You said ignoring the boys demands.

You look down at the group to see their confused yet intrigued faces. You went on and explained how sometimes the bodies your family got weren’t always fully dead and how they would get up in the middle of the night and walk around the house. And as if it was on que, your dad walked by looking worn out. (When he worked to hard he was basically dead) when the group saw him in that state, they all ran away screaming and tripping over each other to get out of the house. Everyone except your very good friend Tom Holland.

“Y/N, why are you always trying to scare people all the time?” Tom asked you during a game of war on the steps of your porch.

“Why do you care? You going all yellow belly on me all of a sudden?”

“No! It’s just people think your weird for doing it, if they don’t already.”

“So?” You asked placing a king of hearts down.

“Doesn’t that bother you?” He asked handing you the two cards indicating you won, you just shrugged at the question and took the cards “Like at all?”

You shrugged again, “should I care?”

“No I guess not. He said as three girls passed your house.

“Ew look at Y/N and her boyfriend Tom!” The girl in the plain white T-shirt, red plaid tied around her frayed denim shorts, and a pair of fake timbs on her feet said.

“Look Z! He already gave her a promise ring!” The little girl in a black tank top underneath a whight laced no sleeve cardigan, light blue denim shorts, and brown sandals said.

“Shut up Laura!” You said standing up on the steps you were sitting on. “And besides is a mood ring you idiots!” You yelled back, but they just ignored you and starting to sing.

“Y/N and Tommy. Sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then come Tommy in a baby carriage.” They sang as they walked away.

“Why does everyone think we’re dating?!” You asked slamming an ace of hearts down. Tom just shrugged taking the cards since he won that round. “I mean we’re only 10 and a half! And I already know who I’m going to end up marrying!” You said that last part proudly.

“I don’t know maybe it’s because we’re always together?” He said, but came out as more of a question. “And who are you going to end up marrying?” He asked placing another card down.

“Peter Parker!” You said with a proud smile on your face. Tom just laughed when you said that.

“Hey what’s so funny!?” You asked hands on your hips.

“It’s just, Peter Parker isn’t even a real person he said in between laughs.

“Y/N it’s time for dinner!” Your dad called from behind the screen door.

“Awww!” You said turning around to meet his eyes. “Can Tom come over for dinner?” You asked hopeful.

“Not tonight, sorry sweetie.” He said sucking air in between his teeth. “Come on, say goodbye to Tom.”

“Can I walk him to his house?” You asked.

“Nope.” Your dad said popping the ‘p’.

“But why!” You whined.

“The last time I let you walk him to his house, one look at Tessa I didn’t see you again for weeks!” He joked.

“It wasn’t weeks daddy!” You said placing your hands on your hips.

“Fine, but it did feel like weeks.”

“Bye Tommy.” You said walking him to his bike.

“Bye Y/N/N.” Tom said swinging one leg over to straddle his bike. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled.

“I don’t see why you bike to my house, when you’re house is just across the street!” You yelled as he crossed the street.

“Its called excersise! You should try it sometime!” He yells back in between his laughs.”

“Dork!”

“Jerk!”’

Unbeknownst to you, he was lying about the real reason. He hated exercise with a burning passion, but he did like you. A lot, more than he probably should.

And little did either one of you know, that with that 'good bye' you both were one 'see ya later' closer to the last one.

“Hey sweetheart are you okay?” You felt a hand on your shoulder. You felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah.” You turn to meet soft brown eyes. “I just-just miss him.” You feel the sting of tears trying to escape your eyes and you felt your throat starting to close as you look down at the tombstone below.

“I know love. I know.” The owner of the brown eyes put their arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug. Your head found the crook of their neck and began sobbing. “Shh I know, I miss him too.” They said raking their fingers through your hair. “Go ahead darlin’. You can cry as long you need to.”

“I wish I told him I loved him while I had the chance.” You said in between sobs.

Part 2

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swanky-batman · 6 years

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Twinning

Twinning One shot

George Weasley x Reader

Warnings: some swearing, mentions of drinking and violence.

What happens when you hang out with the famous redheaded twins?

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Being best friends with Fred and George Weasley usually gets you in trouble.

Especially since they found out you have a crush on the dorkiest kid in school- Neville Longbottom.

They have teased you relentlessly and almost gave the information away to Neville himself, although he didn't put two and two together, thankfully.

After class ended with him, you walked out and gave a look of death to them.

"You know, I look past a lot of shit for you guys." You threw your hands on your hips after pulling them to the side. "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you."

They both looked down a bit, "I'm sorry." They each said separately. "We were just overexcited." George continued, "We promise we won't tell him."

You snorted, giving a small smile towards them, "Jerks."

They each gave you a smile, Fred speaking this time, "I still don't understand what you see in that dork." He laughed lightly, knowing all too well why you crushed on him.

It was his fourth year, your fifth- both of you had gone to the dance held the year of the tri-wizard's cup. He noticed you, alone and reading the one night in the library and asked you if you wanted to go with his little nervous smile.

You immediately said yes, not wanting to freak him out. He'd always been super nice and now you'd see him on a night out.

The twins mocked you back then, saying their backup choice had been taken but you didn't mind. The dancing that night was spectacular with him and you both talked about different subjects throughout the evening. You had one dance each with Fred and George that night, and otherwise remained near Neville for the evening.

You were in year 6 now, Fred and George in their 7th- the beginning of the new year as you were still in the first week.

You had spent the entire winter with the Weasleys and loved it- they were like your own family.

"Y/N?" George snapped his fingers in front of your face.

"Thinking about him right now, are ya?" Fred winked, walking ahead a little and talked to Ron.

"I'm sorry, again." George turned to you.

You smirked, "I forgive you, I suppose."

"Excuse me," someone said from behind you, "Oh, hello, Y/N." Neville looked up and you smiled to him, "Hi George!"

George greeted him briefly but looked agitated. That happened more and more when people greeted him by name, since the incident with his ear. It put him off that it wasn't easy to hide either- he was self concious about it. That was something he let slip by on a late summer night with dancing and drinking.

"Where are you off to?" He offered all the same.

"Just towards Herbology. I heard you aced a question this morning, Y/N!" He grinned towards you.

"Eh, it was nothing." You shrugged and George snorted, nodding his agreement.

"Well, still, good for you." He smiled, moving along, "I'll see you guys later."

"Bye!" You waved and George threw up a hand, giving you a high five.

"What is with you?" Your brow furrowed but a smile formed on your face.

He smiled back but didn't answer, turning with you towards the next class. Fred caught up with you and threw an arm around your neck.

"It's a nice feeling to have you in half of our classes, ya know." He spoke up, "Since you are a giant nerd, we get to copy off you pretty easily." He chuckled and then looked over towards George for back up banter, which he didn't add. "Eh, holey boy, you hearing me? Comedic gold set up?"

George was looking at you both with a pout, walking past the door of the class, "I actually don't feel too good. Talk to the professor for me?"

"Hey!" Fred called, "Georgy boy!" He let go of your shoulders and went after him. "Me too!"

"Great!" You called before sighing and stepping into class with Professor Flitwick, trying to make up an excuse. He didn't look like he bought it but he continued with the lesson.

After class you had one goal in mind- getting to them and smacking them upside the head for leaving you last minute like that.

You went to the dorm room and walked into the boy portion of the room, hearing the end of the conversation go something like, "...worst timing, mate." From Fred to George.

"What. Happened?" You shrieked, walking into the room without waiting.

They both jumped off the bed like they were caught in some conspiracy.

They stared at you for a minute straight, not moving.

"Well...?" You insisted, waving your hands.

George got up and tried walking past you and you stopped him by stepping in front and pushing his chest. You looked up with hurt in your eyes and he wavered.

"It's not fair, Georgy." Fred spoke up from behind you both, standing and moving past you.

You looked at him as he walked out.

"Woah, sorry guys." Neville popped in, "Just needed to grab a book I forgot for next period." He looked at you both and saw George looking angry, "You alright?"

"Fine." His jaw tightened a little, moving past you both.

"George!" You called after him.

"You alright?" He asked and you nodded a little before walking out after him.

You figured he was going somewhere away from the area. There wasn't a lot out of the way on the grounds but you figured to check the bleachers at the Gryffindor section of the quidditch games.

You spotted him there, a couple of rows ahead of you. He didn't seem to have noticed you yet- he was rubbing his face and picking at his ear.

"Why?" You asked, shakier than planned.

His head whipped around, his eyes landing on you. "What are you doing here?" He gulped.

"Where else would I be, idiot?" You tried to lighten the mood but it caught in your throat.

He frowned and looked away, "I figured you would use the excuse to stay with him."

"What is going on with you today?" You plopped down on the bleacher next to him.

"Contrary to popular believe, there are things I keep from Fred." He chuckled, "There are things I like to keep to myself. I don't know what I was thinking." He stood, putting distance between us again. You stayed silent, waiting. "You are- amazing. Too amazing. People notice you and I notice them noticing you. It felt like fun at first, I got to hang out with the girl they were looking at." He turned, meeting your eyes, "I'd rather be them right now- there's this hole burning in me." He strode across the few steps and grabbed your face, pulling you towards him for a kiss.

The shock on your face was evident and after he pulled back he looked serene for a moment- then he looked terrified, "Oh- bugger." He breathed in, running off, "I'm so sorry." He shouted back from a distance.

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Over the next semester, he avoided you as best as possible. You couldn't even talk to him, he was blocked off from you. You sent letters saying you wanted to talk.

You broke down quite a bit, your best friends suddenly avoiding you. You knew that Fred would follow George, but it hurt he didn't acknowledge you much.

You cried often, without them and the Weasley's you had nothing. You hadn't even had a chance to explain, or process it. You hugged your knees to your chest.

Neville walked in on a session in a corner of the herbology lab and he tried to comfort you, awkwardly patting your back.

The next day he smiled towards you and walked to a class with you, Fred and George seeing you along the way.

After that, you stopped seeing them. They didn't show up to school, and you had heard the story. You heard from talks that they opened a joke shop of their own, escaping from Umbridge who was beyond strict.

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Taking a deep breathe, you opened the door. You couldn't get out until spring break- things at school were unstable and it was hard to get out.

You were greeted after a moment, the store was hectic. You turned came face to face with George.

"Hi." You answered back.

His face froze, "Y/N..."

"Can we please talk?"

To your surprise, he nodded and led you to a back room.

"I've been meaning to talk to you, actually." He spoke first.

"When?" You asked, spite laced in the word.

He nodded, taking off his top hat, apparently from the event, "What I did was despicable. Mean. I," he looked down, fiddling with the hat, "I kissed you, without knowing what you were feeling, and then..."

"Ignored me. Cast me out." You finished for him. "You didn't even give me time to respond before you hauled it away from me." You nodded, tears filling in your eyes, "Do you know how many times I cried over you, George?"

He looked into your eyes, sadness there. "You didn't need me."

"You're an idiot." You locked your jaw, "If you believe that, you are the dumbest person I've ever met."

"And I thought ma could be rough." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Don't be smug and adorable, trying to get out of this. You know what, I don't know why I came here. I'm obviously just being a jerk. I should go." You tried walking past him and he caught your wrist, making you cringe.

He looked down, pulling your sleeve up a little. "What has she done to you?"

"Nothing. It's protocol for detention."

"What? What did you do?"

"I was questioned for extra curricular activities that weren't scheduled or mandated by Umbridge." Your eyes fell.

"I want to help."

"You seem to want a lot of things."

"I was scared, alright." He started. "You frighten me."

"Thanks." You snorted.

"I love you. I fell in love with you." He threw his hat across the room.

"You have a funny way of showing it." You frowned.

He met your eyes, "You're enfuriating, you know." He stood before you, "I dont have money. You know my family. I only have this to give to you- a starting businessman. I was trying to make something of myself to come back to you."

Your face lightened, "I love everything about you, moron." You smiled a little, "How could you not see that?"

He moved towards you and kissed you again, this time not moving away. "Please let me make this up to you by trying to make you happy for the rest of my life."

"Get a room!" Fred sighed, walking in.

You both laughed, going into the next challenges of life together, no more crying alone.

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luffysmeat · 6 years

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Could we have reaction of Ace, Marco and Shanks hearing their s/o is pregnant and maybe how they react if s/o's water broke oHo ?

Oh Heavens, the dorkest dorks ever. I’m so sorry for the looong wait! I hope you enjoy thiiiis~ I picture them having girls, tbh, so that’s what you’ll have, anon :p

Ace

You were pretty nervous to confess it to Ace

What if he gets angry about it? What if he wants you to leave??

But you need to tell him, so when you find him all relaxed one day, you just approach him and he immediately knows something is wrong

“I need to tell you something”, you say and he just gulps and is ready to hear. “I’m pregnant…”

From all the possible things that could happen, you weren’t exactly expect him to jump on his feet and wrap you between his arms tightly, laughing like an idiot

He’s even tearing up a little bit

“Are you serious right now?! Are you really pregnant? This is our baby?!”, you laugh he’s too excited

“Well it’s not exactly a baby just yet, but yes, it’s going to be our baby”

Ace is the most beautiful man in the world. He takes a lot of care of you and his baby. He makes sure you spend in bed most I the time, gives you all the food you want and just is a lovely boy like he only knows

One night, though, you are both sleep in bed, pacefully when Ace wakes because he feels his leg a bit wet?

He wakes up and he has a little heart attack looking at the mess?

“[Name]! You’re pee-

You wake up gasping and holding in your belly. “I’m not! My water broke! Quick! Call the doctor!”

You guys need a moment because Ace IS freaking up harder than you.

”[Name]!“, he gasps, ”[Name], this is the doctor who doesn’t want to help us!“, he says once the doctor enters your room.

You can’t help but giggle when you hear it, despite the pain

He’s probably screaming louder than you during the whole time

“FOR GOD’S SAKE, ACE DON’T YOU DARE TO PUT THAT THING ON ME EVER AGAIN DID YOU HEAR?!”

“Ah, [Name]! I am so sorry! I’ll make sure I’ll never do it even again and-

He hears the crying of your baby and he’s about to pass out as a nurse places your baby between your arms

“Look at her, Ace, she has your freckles”

He can’t even talk, he’s crying too hard and your baby is just looking at him like “... what are you doing dad?”

“You’re embarrassing her already, Ace and she’s only been in this world for like two minutes”

“I AM SO HAPPY!”

He’s the cutest dork ever

Marco

“Marco, I’m pregnant”, he spits on his drink, you always know when to say such things, [Name]

“Pregnant?! Of me?”

“... No, not of you? It’s Ace’s baby, we had a sexual affair the other day an-OF COURSE IT’S YOURS!! WHAT KIND OF WOMAN DO YOU THINK I AM?!!”

Seriously, this man gets in your nerves everytime

He’s really happy though? He’s really excited and he even tears up a little. “I hope she is a girl, don’t you want a girl?

“Hello, baby!”, he says to your belly. “This is- omgomgomg this is your papa, baby!”, he’s nuzzling your stomach, his words are muffled and all

“I don’t think it can hear you just yet, Marco”

“Don’t call the baby ‘it’, [Name]. Oh, I know! If the baby is a boy we’ll call him Marco, if the baby is a girl, we’ll call her [Name]

He’s very original, as you can see

Boy he’s the kind of dad that doesn’t let you do anything during your pregnancy?

You wanna go for a walk? No, sorry what if the baby comes out?

You wanna eat something spicy? Nope, the baby is gonna get hurt

You wanna cuddle? Nooo, the baby might get hurt

You accidentally let your glasses fall to the floor and you wanna take them? HELL NO! DO NOT PRESS YOUR BELLY!

You get a bit tired of him even though sometimes it is funny to listen him freaking out

“[Name], my love. The baby is going to be born tomorrow morning, you remember the names, right?”

“Wha- No, no Marco, this baby will not have any of those names. And, how on earth, do you know the baby is going to be born tomorrow??”

“I just know! Oh! Maybe she’s a girl and we have a deep connection already? You know what they say, right? They say ‘Girls are dad’s’!”

“... Listen, Marco. I don’t want you near my child never, okay?”

“Wha-! But [Name], my love! Why do you say such things?!”

Your water breaks by the morning and at 9:00 am you have your baby girl in your arms

“Oh, I told you [Name]~ Hello, beautiful [Name] baby! This is your da-

“You know we’re not going to call her that, right Marco?”

“... why don’t you let me enjoy this time with my [Name] baby, [Name]?”

Shanks

Hold yourself, [Name]. Your pregnancy with Shanks is very angsty

He’s happy, of course, you’re the love of his life and he’s going to have a baby with you. There’s way much happiness inside him right now

He’s worried, though, the sea is dengerous af, what if you and the baby gets hurt?

He can barely protect you, (not that you really need it, though, you’re pretty strong), and now he has to protect his baby

He doesn’t want to live you, though, and he even gets a bit angry when you propose to stay at an island just you and your baby

“Are you saying I can’t protect my family?”

“You know damn well that’s not what I meant, Shanks”, you say and you’re getting angry too. “I don’t want you to feel worried about us all the time, that’s all”

“... I know. I know. I’m sorry...”

You have quite a few discussions in those nice months

He takes good care of you during your pregnancy, though, he makes sure you’re comfortable and feeling well

But he always seems nervous, even if he wants to enjoy the growing of your belly and the little kicks he feels in his hands, he’s nervous and restless

He even wants to keep you locked, but dear boy, it’s [Name] we’re talking about. Always so stubborn, so he can’t keep you in one place and it’s driving him up the wall even more

And then one day your water breaks and omg he’s so nervous, he can barely hold himself in his feet and he wants to kill the doctor because you’re in so much pain

“Dear god, Shanks! Stop treating him! It’s norm- AAAH! KILL HIM! KILL HIM RIGHT NOW!”

“But you just said it’s norm- YOU BASTARD! DON’T YOU SEE SHE’S IN PAIN?!”

You give birth to a healthy baby girl, her hair red as fire just like his father’s and as soon as you have her in your arms Shank’s eyes fill with tears

“[Name]”, he says between sobs. “[Name], she looks like me”

“She’s way prettier though”, that makes him laugh and suddenly his worries just metl away?

He’s apologizing and promising you that he’ll always protect and he doesn’t want to hide you both anymore? He wants the world to know he has the most beautiful baby girl

#one piece #one piece reactions #Portgas D. Ace #Marco the Phoenix #Akagami no Shanks #r:things #r:reactions

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jhopesjawline · 7 years

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The Office

2 teams of 6 good looking men, 1 intern, 1 receptionist and an overwhelming amount of tension and flirting.

Part Nine - The Stress Reliever

Genre: CRACK | Fluff | Angst Members: OT7 Word count: 3,286

A/N: Sorry it’s been so long, I’ve had a huge writers block everytime I opened a doc I could only write 100 words. But I think I’ll be able to crank out a few chapters these next couple of weeks, no promises tho. and I really like writing lunch gossip sessions w/ Jimin. I might just make an entire fic with only those scenes… lol - Amelia

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“So Y/n… I have an idea to increase office efficiency.”

“Oh, cool, what is it Jungkook?”

“Well, I thought that we could get a whiteboard. That way we can brainstorm easily and you can write up important deadlines too!”

I easily discovered that Jungkook is bad at hiding his emotions. His face gives everything away and it’s currently giving away how he thinks about this idea, proud and excited.

“…That’s actually a great idea Jungkook.” At first I wasn’t sure if I should praise him, would he be a bitch about it later? After a short internal debate I came to the conclusion that he would take it lightly, this wasn’t a multimillionaire idea, it was simple.

I took note of it with Jungkook peering over my shoulder watching as I wrote it down on a sticky note.

“Make sure you put my name on it.” He added as he sat back down focusing on his screen. I let out a little huff.

“Yeah yeah, genius, I’ll make sure I do.”

It’s Thursday. The boys spent all of their time researching the current techniques being used to advertise Bluetooth technology. This was the first product they would be working on that primarily focused on the Bluetooth feature. They needed to know what competitors were doing. Yoongi was pushing the boys to find ways to promote Bluetooth devices to people who wouldn’t consider wireless since it’s a big change. Each of the accountants were working steadily too, trying to discover the current expenses of the types of campaigns the marketing boys were finding. Jungkook was having the time of his life going in between the two groups, undoubtfully learning a ton of information.

“So what was in your package?” Taehyung wheeled his chair over to Yoongi’s desk and propped his elbows on a stack of files. Yoongi gave him a sour, irritated look.

“Get back to work.” Yoongi huffed but Taehyung didn’t move a muscle.

“As soon as you tell us what’s in the package hyung.” Everyone craned their necks toward them. Namjoon’s eyes flickered from the two and over to me; we knew what was in the package. It was only a fan, which made the whole interrogation concept feel like overkill.

“Y/n, Namjoon-hyung… do you know what it is?” Jungkook out of nowhere… what gave him the right? He was standing beside Jimin’s desk and had a clear view of me and Namjoon making eye contact. He probably noticed Namjoon’s line of sight and followed it over to me; noticing something suspicious. He innocently side eyed me, pure curiosity on his face. He wasn’t intentionally dragging us into the spotlight he was just too loud, and as I said before ‘curious’.

“Yes, but it’s not our place to say.” I calmly responded Namjoon smoothed it over better than I did, “Who cares anyway. Yoongi-hyung’s very mundane, what he ordered is no crazier than a neck pillow… which I’m kind of surprised he hasn’t ordered for the office.”

“He does have one in his car; it’s really~ really~ comfortable.” Hoseok dragged out each syllable causing Jimin to giggle and Seokjin bubbled up a smile.

Their attention quickly reverted to Yoongi as he fumbled with the edges of the box. He took his sweet time… Pulling open the cardboard flap and pretending to cut his finger. Seokjin went reaching for his first aid kit only to recoil and glare at the smug Yoongi. They’re so extra. I just knew Taehyung’s heart was going 10 beats a second, you would too if you saw him barely blinking, leaning over the stack of files.

“It’s a… tiny fan?” Hoseok whispered. It was such an unexpected turn of events for Tae, he literally fell over, knocking a third of Yoongi’s files on the floor. I’m somewhat surprised Yoongi didn’t freak out but he was too busy laughing at all the boy’s overreactions.

“Hyung! Why did you order a fan? Of all things??? A fan.” Jimin blurted out causing the others to pipe up too.

Taehyung stood up brushing off his pants and began, “We have AC you know!”

“And if you really can’t take the heat you can always crack open a window.” Jin suggested as he dramatically whipped his head toward the set of windows along the far wall.

Taehyung’s face scrunched up and he began laughing to himself like an idiot. Everyone’s eyes were found on Tae as his laughter continued to increase in volume.

“I just had this amazing thought…” He mumbled between his laughs.

“What’s that?” Yoongi prodded.

“Your fan… is the same size as Jimin’s pepper.” The younger boys erupted into laughter. Jungkook practically choked from the lack of air. Jimin’s face was bright red; he kept trying to utter words in protest but got tongue tied. Taehyung bent down and started collecting the fallen files, his smile still stretched across his face.

“But why does Yoongi need a fan anyway its February…” Jimin’s delayed rebuttal involved pulling Yoongi back in the spotlight for scrutiny.

Hoseok cocked his head to the side, deep in thought, and answered, “Probably for stress relief.”

“It’s always cool in here. How would a fan relieve stress with these temperatures?”

“Isn’t the sense of readiness calming?”

“Hoseok, you sound like a philosopher.” I wanted to shut down this conversation. To be frank I couldn’t believe this was taking place… The critical analysis of Yoongi’s fan purchase… detrimental to today’s work period.

“Not as much as Namjoon.” Seokjin commented, tossing his team leader a glance.

“It’s never bad to be prepared.” Yoongi tore everyone from the useless banter back to the useless topic.

“But you guys, I read an article on stress relief. A handheld fan seems like the kind of object that could really displace agitation. We shouldn’t mock him, we should appreciate his efforts to calm himself.”

“Have you ever heard of masturbation?” Namjoon mumbled.

“Could we stop with all the dick jokes in front of Y/n! Seriously I think we might drive her away one day.” Jimin exclaimed (the dicks jokes were always about his so… predictable).

It wasn’t me they should be worried about. Right now I’d be worried about John Cook over there with his eyes popping out of his skull. Although at times their unnecessary inappropriate jokes have made me contemplate quitting, we’ve made it this far, might as well keep going. I can’t mentally handle working anywhere else. Having to learn other people habits and ways… Adapting to a whole new set of people would kill me. I’ve spent so much time with these dummies I’m basically one myself.

While I was off in dream world, the stress relief conversation continued. At this point scholar Hoseok was making some very valid points. He moved on to talking about nervous habits, ways to break them and ultimately the way to achieve inner peace while dealing with anxiety or stress. Shephard Joon has moved up in the world and transformed into father Joon. He began giving his two cents on maintaining a positive mentality. The biblical and textbook references blew straight over everyone’s heads. I zoned back in when I noticed Jungkook run over to our desk space. He frantically whipped through his top drawer until he found what he was looking for.

“This… Is my stress reliever!” He exclaimed pulling out a fidget spinner and giving it a good spin.

I have never seen Namjoon find anything, that funny. I thought someone would need to resuscitate him.

“He apologized to you?” Jimin was flabbergasted and a piece of his chicken finger fell right off his fork.

“Yeah”, you chuckled, “I couldn’t believe it either.”

“I can’t believe we haven’t had a chance to talk about this.” He took a deep breath, leaned forward and released all the possible questions he could think of.

“DID HE DO APOLOGIZE BACKHANDIDLY? WAS HE NERVOUS? DID HE STUTTER? DID HE CURSE AT LEAST ONCE AT HIMSELF?”

“WHY ARE YOU SHOUTING!?” I replied, frazzled by all the questions and the heads that turned when he started his chain of questions.

“Oh… sorry. I’m just a little excited to hear about this. It’s not very day you hear about an apology from Yoongi-hyung.”

“You’re forgiven.” I said then bite into my baby carrot. Why did I have these nasty raw vegetables and a piece of ham when Jimin had chicken fingers and fries? I swear these lunch ladies are wicked biased.

“Isn’t it ironic that I had to apologize to you for being too eager to hear a story about an apology…” Jimin the observant boy, was dazed by the situation.

“I guess. What I think we should focus on is how easy you just lost interest in the apology story.” I retorted. His attention span was low today. I think it was all the embarrassment and deep talk from this morning.

“About that… I find it had to believe he sincerely apologized to you, without either making himself look super cool or making you out to be the bad guy. He’s got a way with words when he’s mulled them over enough so if he practised his apology then I’m sure he sounded pretty smooth.”

“It wasn’t a real apology or anything. I actually apologized to him for that joke me and Jungkook orchestrated. Even though it didn’t affect him at all, you saw how worked up he was I figured he’d need to hear something somewhat comforting.”

“You thought saying you’re sorry to his crusty butt would make him feel better? You shouldn’t worry about other people like that.” I looked down at my cold slab of ham and got whipped in the face with a fry, “He was in the wrong Y/n.”

“Maybe I’m a little conscious of others feeling’s is that so bad!” I joked throwing the fry back at him.

“You shouldn’t throw precious fries like that, apparently there wasn’t any left when I got my tray.” Jimin smiled at my salty advice.

“But Y/n, I really think you should consider treating Yoongi like less of a child and give him the room to grow. You’re too soft on us when it really matters. I know you don’t have patience for Taehyung, but you need to act a little tougher with everyone else too.”

I’m hard on Taehyung because he basically is a child. Nobody else warrants me to act that way. Yoongi was rude that day but he did say he wasn’t himself and I think for Yoongi that’s as good as an apology gets.”

“And he just acted like everything was fine afterwards?”

“Yeah.” I tensed under his watch and wished I had Jungkook’s fidget spinner to ease my ‘stress’.

“You’re ok with that?”

“It doesn’t bother me because right now it’s almost feels like none of it happened in the first place.”

“I’ll admit last week feels like a blur. So much happened.” We both got silent and I recounted some of the crazy events in my head.

Jungkook’s arrival and Taehyung hazing him which ended up making me have a break down. Then there was Jimin telling me about Yoongi’s little crush and Yoongi not speaking to me for a few days. The whole pre-fired thing really weighing on everyone. Our dinner experience was absolutely wild; Seokjin choking on wasabi, Tae kissing me and then Jin driving me and Yoongi’s drunken asses’ home…

More has happened in the last week than in the last year…

Jimin finished his chicken fingers a few minutes before I finished my meal and headed back upstairs. Seokjin came down ten minutes later. I watched him grab a tray and scurry to the back of the line. Today he didn’t bring a lunch. Probably didn’t feel like being cooped upstairs all day. It was easier for him to work through lunch. When Jin gets on a roll there’s no stopping him. It’s almost to the point where I wouldn’t be surprised if I found a bottle of urine under his desk. The man works hard.

It was almost past the regular lunch rush. The cafeteria seemed to be emptying and the noise surrounding the lobby and elevators decreased. There was a pleasant, calming atmosphere; maybe because Seokjin had blessed everyone with his wonderful presence.

I pulled out my phone checking the time. I had 10 more minutes of my break. Jimin and I didn’t leave at the same time since I got held up on the phone. Our breaks were staggered today. We’ve been extremely busy with the new ad campaign. I have a feeling this one project might be the hardest we’ve done yet.

“Y/n!” I heard a sweet, cheerful voice call out to my left. I knew who it was before I looked up. It was Seokjin, just leaving the assembly line of tired, hungry workers and heading over to my table. Jimin had chosen a table in the middle of the cafeteria he wasn’t a corner table man like Namjoon. Jimin didn’t care where he sat as long as he could sit and during the busier part of lunch there isn’t much choice.

Seokjin had the same meal as me. Truly they weren’t biased toward attractive men; they could’ve actually run out… But his ham did look better than mine. My piece was full of fat, absolutely disgusting.

“I wanted to ask you about the meal for Hoseok’s party.” Seokjin begin, getting right down to business.

“I don’t know what utensils you have or appliances so I wanted to plan the menu out with you. Hoseok got caught up with some work and I believe Taehyung’s coming down soon instead.” I groaned at the mention of Taehyung. We were on better terms but Taehyung at lunch time was one of the most annoying Taehyungs. Jin knows this and didn’t bat an eyelash at my sign of discontent. He’s always super energized when he has time to himself and all the ATP from his nice looking meals don’t help his hyper-action.

“What were you thinking?” I asked. I am not an amazing cook. I cook for myself and make very simple dishes. I don’t have many appliances beside the basics. Which I hope we don’t need anything besides those… but Jin could have extravagant ideas for the meal.

“Finger foods. Chicken wings and stuff like that. The more I thought about it though, I figured there’s 7 guys who might be hungry for something more than that.”

“That’s true. We could go with a barbeque theme though. I know that would make Yoongi happy.” Seokjin laughed and added onto my notion of barbeque.

“What about some lamb skewers?” He smirked, his teeth peeking out from underneath his irresistible lips. He focused his eyes on his ham. He took his fork and knife cutting off a piece of the rind and popping it into his mouth. All I could do was stare. There was something about that moment, the playful mood that had me completely entranced.

“What?” He said as his eyes flickered to me.

The elevator doors opened and we were torn from the awkward moment. Taehyung erupted from the doors making a beeline to the gray trays. He was so happy to be on break if eye balls were made out of glass they’d be shattered. As he erupted from the elevator… it was just like the eclipse, a bright light surrounding the dark cavern that was the elevator. I’m not sure how people weren’t blinded, I nearly was.

The lunch ladies were ecstatic to see their favourite customer. I almost screamed as I watched a lady go into the back room and return with the loveliest looking chicken fingers.

Jin had to talk me down.

“Hoseok! Can you go confirm these numbers with the 5th floor team? They did something like this a year ago.” Yoongi was ruffling around papers hastily until he got all of what he needed in order and held them out for Hoseok. His eyes never left his desk, as it was such a mess.

“Ask Jungkook.” “I’d rather he stay focused with accounting. They have a lot to do before next week.” Yoongi slowly raised his head up high, staring deep into Hoseok’s soul.

“It’ll be quick, so just do it please.” Yoongi appeared stern, yet tried to remain polite with his precious Hoseok.

“Can’t Taehyung do it?” Tae looked up from his screen, unamused.

“I’m busy hyung.” He deadpanned.

“Doing what?” Man, why did they have to bicker so much? I’m just glad Jungkook’s somehow used to it.

“YAH! Please just do what I tell you to!” Yoongi whaled slamming the papers down on Hoseok’s desk and resuming his work as if nothing happened.

If there were crickets in the office you would hear them. After Yoongi shouts like that nobody dares to make a sound. Hobi quietly arose from his desk, gathering the papers Yoongi had thrown seconds ago and left the room. His facial expression was sour. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or upset. He never really retaliated against Yoongi like Taehyung. He always accepts the work given to him with a smile but such a ridiculous task made him question his team leader. Hoseok would get over it, very quickly. He’s the kind of person who can bounce back exceptionally well.

As the door clicked shut and Hoseok’s footsteps faded away, Yoongi cleared his throat.

“So, the reason I sent him confirm those numbers I don’t even need confirmed… is so you all can help me put together semi-believable tasks for Hoseok tomorrow.”

“It shouldn’t take him too long.” Taehyung said as he hoped up from his, wheeling Hobi’s chair to Jimin’s desk and taking a seat.

Yoongi walked over to stand beside Namjoon, Jungkook was already seated with Seokjin so I approached the accounting area and leaned on a filling cabinet beside Jimin’s desk.

“I know we have expense reports that need to be submitted tomorrow but I don’t want to leave that as a las minute task…” Namjoon mumbled.

“Maybe we can get him to look for a file… that doesn’t exist. That way he doesn’t end up doing any real overtime.” Jimin suggested.

“Brilliant!” Yoongi exclaimed. I’ve never heard him say ‘brilliant’, let alone praise one of the younger boys.

“Then fill the list with simple tasks, like change the printer ink, laminate the new fax numbers you know things that aren’t too questionable.” Yoongi nodded at my comment.

“I’ll start compiling it, everyone else distract him from me when he gets back.”

“Wow! The orange one looks cool!”

“Really hyung? I think the space one looks cooler.” Taehyung pointed to the spinner directly below Hoseok’s top choice.

“I have the black one, white one and Red one but I’m not sure which one I’d want next. I’m not sure if I want to commit to buying all of the colours.” Jungkook scanned the list of fidget spinners organized from lowest to highest price on ebay.

I was looking over Yoongi’s shoulder at his list of dummy tasks.

“I can’t believe they got so immersed in online shopping.” Yoongi just shook his head.

“Jin-hyung!” Jimin shouted across the room, he too was huddled around Jungkook’s computer.

“We found a pink flowered one that’s perfect for you!”

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