#pfft. just a silly thing

[naenaex0xx]

goodnight guys !!!!! Song of the day:

[sysig]

Permission to headbutt: Granted (Patreon)

[not-xpr-art]

I-

I dont have a caption for this lol

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

just know that i've done nothing today except update my reece doc now ~colour coded~ lol

[avemstella]

Diluc's future in my fic... or more likely it's because it's once more April Fools baby!

[junespriince]

I would love to live stream me writing or drawing because,,,, friends don't have all the time to be there to keep me company while I am working on something BUT I ALSO DON'T BEC god it kinda scary to think about and someone idk calling my by my online name I think I would just die, I mean I do die every time I follow a new twitch streamer because please no don't notice me I just want the lurk and listen while I am making silly little things lol

[sketchehm]

Oooh there's a good few of us RT fans here! I also rhexited but have gone back recently to rewatch some good videos. Also RVB :D

Omg we're all slowly coming out of the nooks and crannies pfft

(Alright who's gonna host the rvb group rewatch)

[paeinovis]

I am constantly impressed with SpongeBob (show) for being able to make iconic lines and gags that don't feel overplayed even if they're repeated

[naenaex0xx]

good morning !!!

[sysig]

Party (group) party (celebratory)! (Patreon)

[chuluoyi]

Baby gojo and daddy gojo not wanting to share mama gojo😭✋i-

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 06:20 P.M 」

aww this is so cute of course this is the first i worked on after getting back from my weekend break <3 and actually i have this one similar ask too so i combined yours with theirs! here's some cute blinking gojo in phantom parade and okay now let us have some crack and make gojo suffer

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

“bwah!” a nudge.

“myah!” a shove.

and then—

“waaa!” a… slap (?) on the cheek.

“huh?” satoru winced, touching where the baby’s palm just connected with his face, blinking rapidly. so he wasn’t imagining things. this really was happening in front of his eyes.

and it was the baby—his baby.

your giggles filled the air in response.

“hey, you,” satoru took on a very stern look and an exaggerated frown, glaring at his own son. the baby merely babbled at him innocently, blinking his wide crystal blue eyes that mirrored his. “bad, bad minion. this is a very serious issue. you shouldn’t do that, you hear?”

the serious issue being each time he tried to lean closer to steal a kiss from you, your son always found a way to repel him away with his tiny hands.

you snorted at his righteous tone. “he’s just protecting me. even your kid knows you’re a danger.”

a gasp left your husband’s shiny lips, mockingly in disbelief. “me? a danger? i make your life a heaven on earth!”

“heav—pfft—”

“i give you love, food, my body—” he emphasized, pointing at himself for a dramatic effect, and you threw your head back, dissolving into a fit of laughter even more, “—heck, i even give you this naughty baby!”

“wha—no! that’s team effort!”

“still! and now he is staging an uprising against me?” satoru cheekily eyed his child, who was now clutching the fabric of your blouse, tiny fingers playing with the shiny diamonds of your necklace—a gift from satoru too, actually.

“look at him go,” he grumbled, his eyes following each little movement his son made, then dramatically yelped when the boy pawed at your breasts. “hey! no touching! those are mine!”

“please.” you almost choked on your laugh. your silly husband always had a way to make things sound funnier than they actually were, and that was what made you fall in love with him more each day, really. “the milk is his!”

“he can have the cow’s! and more importantly, it’s thanks to me that you’re so milky—”

“satoru! you’re so uncouth i can’t—!”

“see? you’re laughing so much! this proves enough that i make you happy every day!”

later that night, after you put your baby to sleep in his crib, satoru gently poked his cheek, his expression tender despite his pursed lips. “he is out like a light…”

satoru might whine a lot, but ultimately, you couldn’t miss the look of adoration and fondness that made him the father of your child. even without saying it out loud, you knew that he would willingly put everything aside and sacrifice anything—first of all, himself—if it was meant for his dearest, most precious treasure.

knowing he'd do the same for you only served to melt your heart even more. and you felt full—so full, in fact, with warmth and love and anything that was soft.

you really do love him, don’t you?

“look at him, he’s like a shrimp,” your husband pointed out, still gazing at his baby in wonder as he kept poking and prodding at the chonky rolls of his little arms, and you thought, nothing could have been more precious than this.

“satoru.”

“yeah?” he turned instantly at the sound of his name, but before he could react further—

you stood on your tiptoes and planted a swift smooch on his cheek, putting the overflowing love you held for him in it. “mwah!”

“…?!”

for the next three seconds, satoru malfunctioned. the brush of your sweet lips on his cheek was so innocent that he was rendered speechless. heat steadily gathered on his face, turning him pink despite himself.

“you…” he groaned, collecting himself, a dopey smile was quickly plastered on his face to cover up his setback as you burst into hearty laughter. “now you’ve started it…” and then he latched on you with a glint of a joker, launching a full-blown tickle attack.

“a—ah! why?! satoru! ahahahaha!”

. . .

safe to say, your wheezes effectively awoke your son from his slumber, and as a bit of payback, you left satoru in the dust to deal with the crying baby, both of them whimpering in unison since he had absolutely no clue how to comfort the little one.

[reixtsu]

Hi there, I don't know if you're taking requests, but here could be a headcannon/reaction idea from the Saja boys!

How would they react to the idol! reader being a member of a cute/dreamcore group like illit?

ᯓ★୭˚. ᵎᵎ Jinu

Jinu knew you were an idol before he ever met you, but seeing you perform live for the first time? He was so stunned.

Your pastel stage outfits, your dreamy expressions, your voice? He was completely and utterly smitten.

He saves fancams of you. Secretly. Like, entire folders that take up most of his phone storage.

Hums your group's songs when he thinks no one's listening. Gets all flustered if you catch him.

Worries about you overworking yourself, sends you reminders to eat and sleep.

> Jinu: (watching your aegyo-heavy fan cam) "She's too cute... there's no way she's real. Note to self... Don't let anyone take her precious soul."

ᯓ★୭˚. ᵎᵎ Abby

Abby is SO impressed, but his silly competitive side kicks HARD.

"Cute stage? Pfft. You should see me shirtless in the encore." (bro that is freaky, not cute)

Gets so smug when other idols or fans gush about you.

"Yeah, she's taken. That's for supporting her though."

Brags about you to stylists and choreographers.

Complaints about your "too short skirts" won't actually stop you. Bro just glares at the cameras too long if they zoom in on you, but he also likes watching you dance with a short skirt (he a freak!!!).

>Abby:  "I can't even get mad.  You're ridiculously pretty, ugh."

ᯓ★୭˚. ᵎᵎ Romance

At first he didn't care much about your group, but when he saw your live stage?

"WHO LET HER DO THAT CUTE TWIRL? WHO TOLD HER TO WINK AT THE END??"

Gets extremely jealous when male idols and fanboys even glance your way.

"How is it legal to look that cute and not belong to me?"

"If one more guy edits hearts around your 'muah' face, I'm going to combust." (Bro why you gotta phrase it that way?)

He once cried while watching your group's dreamy demo. It was just too pretty to him.

> Romance: "You were born to be adored. Good thing I've mastered that.

ᯓ★୭˚. ᵎᵎ Mystery

Like Romance, he was simply indifferent at first... until he's not.

You catch him watching your MV for the 10th, volume up to the max, paused on your soft smile.

Mystery isn't one for cute things, but he will memorize every lyric you sing, how you sing it, every breath you take-everything.

He'll shop up to your shows wearing a hoodie, mask, and sunglasses (he doesn't need that but-) like he's in a spy movie just to cheer for you quietly.

Collects your photocards. Yes, your boyfriend has a shrine of you, don't be scared.

Tries to learn your dances but pretends he doesn't care when you catch him practicing in the mirror.

> Mystery: (Watching a dreamy MV of you) She's not from this world.

ᯓ★୭˚. ᵎᵎ Baby

Eats that cute/dreamy vibe UPPPP. he's obsessed with how soft you look in stage outfits. Like a cute little angel.

Sends you screenshots of your fancams with "U LOOK SO CUTE WTF".

He has your lightstick, slogan banner, he even made a little fan chant (it's more of a rap).

Baby will 1000% sneak into one of your fansigns just to mess with you (and cuddle).

"Hey pretty, what's your ideal type?"

You: "Someone like... Baby from Saja Boys?"

Baby: screechs internally.

Randomly texts you: "ur my bias frfr".

Kisses your cheek backstage when no one's looking just to mess up your make up and then run away cackling.

> Baby: "You're so sparkly and cute. I wanna bottle you up and keep you in my pocket."

Hope you enjoy!!! ᥫ᭡

[pomefioredove]

I have a silly idea: reader comes with Jade, Leona, or whoever else you want when they get their wisdom teeth taken out, so they can drive them home after, you know, but [Jade, Leona, or whoever] has a strong reaction to the anesthetic and is very loopy (and emotional, and honest) afterwards.

I hope you feel better soon!

arguably leona is the funniest one 😭😭 ty for this anon

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ forget it

type of post: fic characters: leona additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, reader can drive, I feel like that needs tagging, I didn't write this about jade but he snuck his way in anyway

"Careful. Mind your head. Let's get you into the car- there we go,"

Leona mumbles something nonsensical, holding an icepack to his jaw.

You'd think, with the pain and all, he'd be in an even worse mood than he usually is.

But then, you'd be wrong. He's full of surprises.

He runs his free hand over the armrest of his seat. "Where'd you get this thing, anyway? I thought you were supposed to be poor or 'somethin,"

"It was a gift, actually," ...from Leona himself, which he doesn't seem to remember. Hm.

"Whoever bought it must like you a lot..."

You give him a strange look before you start the car. "I suppose so?"

"Lucky bastard,"

You laugh. Then he laughs, which takes you by surprise. It's not like him to be so... unlike him.

He's very talkative, too.

Leona's been mumbling nonsense to himself since he got out of the dentist's door, but this is actual conversation, now... if a little slurred.

"'s a good thing you're 'doin this. If it was Jack or 'somethin I'd never hear the end of it... you're dependable, 'ya know?"

Laughing gas. The nurse had warned you he might be a little loopy for a short time after the procedure. Euphoric, is the word she actually used.

You can definitely see that now.

Leona is looking at you like you're the prettiest thing he ever saw, his eyelids lowered.

"Do you got a boyfriend or 'somethin?"

The numb, slurred state of his words makes it uneasy to understand him, but with the look he's been giving you, it's not exactly hard to guess.

"No, not presently," you say, trying to keep your eyes on the road. "Why? You gonna ask me out?"

"Yeah. Maybe,"

You roll your eyes. The nurse had also warned you he might experience some mild memory loss.

An effect of the laughing gas, again.

He won't remember this conversation in a few hours. A sense of disappointment hollows out your chest. You ignore it.

"Okay, then. Meet me on Friday. Six PM. I want dinner and a show, your pick," you say, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"Done,"

"And I want flowers. Imported from Sunset Savanna,"

"Can do that,"

"And I expect a kiss at the end. A proper one, not a teen boy one,"

"Pfft. A teen boy one?"

"You know. Eyes open, dumb look on their face, tongue sticking out. You'll have to kiss me like a gentleman, Kingscholar. I really like you. Like-like you. Make it count,"

"Yeah, yeah..."

He mutters, closing his eyes and kicking back against the car seat.

Not all things are so different about him now- he falls asleep just the same. And he snores. All the way back to school.

You nudge him awake and he only growls, though not very menacingly, and lets you help him back to his dorm, your arm under his. Once he's tucked in bed, medication on the bedside table and a checklist in Ruggie's hands, you're done.

Walking back to your own dorm, you feel that same hollow sense of disappointment. And some relief, too. You confessed to your crush, and he won't even remember it!

"Ah, it's you. I was wondering who might be out so late,"

You jump, and spin on your heels towards the source of the noise. Behind you, the owner of the mysterious voice comes out of the shadows.

"Oh. Jade," who else would you expect at this point?

"Good evening," he bows, a little too formally for the sharp-toothed smirk on his face. "Might I inquire what you're doing, out here so late?"

"I had to drive Leona to a dentist thing," you shrug, walking again. Jade follows alongside you.

"Oh? And that went well?"

You chuckle. "Very. Besides the side effects on the anesthesia they put him on,"

That familiar curiosity gleams in Jade's glassy eyes, giving him a predatorial look. It's... unnerving. As usual.

"Oh? I wish you had told me. I've become quite interested in land creature teeth lately... tell me, what anesthesia was used?"

Creepy. But not unusual for Jade. "Some injection, and laughing gas,"

"...Interesting... you were in the car for a long while?"

"Uh..." where's he going with this? "Yeah, I guess. And we had to fill out some paperwork in the lobby before leaving."

"Interesting... very interesting,"

The gleam in his eyes almost becomes hungry, as if he's feeding off of what you're telling him.

Like... he knows something.

You narrow your eyes. "What?"

Jade grins, showing you rows of sharpened teeth. "Oh, nothing..."

You wait for him to go on. He waits for you to ask. You both walk down the long path to your dorm.

"...It's just that the effects of laughing gas wear off no more than ten minutes after the flow has ended. I'd dare to say that Leona was perfectly lucid by the time you got into the car,"

You slow. Then you stop. There's no way...

That... absolutely bastard of a prince.

Jade's grin sharpens.

"It seems as if whatever secret you have so clearly given Leona while you thought he was drugged isn't so secret now... is it?"

[i-starcreamed]

Hi!, can I get some headcanons of transformers one character being jealous and the reader teases them.

D-16, Orion, Sentinel, Badassatron, and elita.

TF-ONE X READER

I tried to make this silly I'm feeling silly...enjoy

Post includes all of above :3

D-16

Tries to act unaffected by it, but doesn’t make a huge deal

Usually

He’s usually nice about it

Let’s say a bot is being really friendly with you, they’re making you laugh and everything. D sees from the distance, then comes up to you. Placing a servo against the small of your back-frame. “Heyy what’s so funny? I want to hear too :)”

He’s forcing a smile so bad.

He’s harmless, man, he trusts you completely

If another bot is for real flirting with you though, he's going to be so passive-aggressive

It’s more like he wants ur attention lol

If you teased him about it he’s going to deny it so hard

"What? No, no no.. I’m not jealous..pfft"

If you’re extra sweet maybe he’ll admit it

NOO y/n.. I’m funnier than them anyway.. I’m cooler too..

Orion

Don’t get jealous often either

He trusts you, he’s trustful of most bots

He gets jealous when you don't give him enough attention too

You’ll be talking to someone and he’ll just be in the background like,

“I’m..Y/N? Hey I..y/n? Uhm..I'm..right here..”

He’s so awkward, he doesn’t want to be rude to either of you but he’s lonely!!

If you tease him about looking sad when you’re not looking at him all the time, he’ll softly scoff.

"Well...yeah. They were flirting with you.."

sad puppy eyes

"Orion..they were asking me about Sentinels speech yesterday.."

"Oh...sorry."

eughhh

Sentinel

Oh boy

It’s a mix of irritation and jealousy

Why are you looking at someone else! When you can be looking at him!

He might be an attention seeker. He’ll just say things to catch your attention.

“Hey sweetspark, come look at my new paint job!” He calls you over as you're busy talking to someone else, he looks exactly the same btw

If you teased him I feel like he’ll take it way too seriously

“Jealous? What is there to be jealous of?? I’m literally Sentinel??”

But then his insecurity starts

“Wait…do you like talking to them more?”

evil sad puppy eyes

He'll only be content if you feed him compliments. Also erm..never talk to that bot again

#toxic

If he can’t demote the bot he was jealous of, he’ll try to one-up them, otherwise they are FIRED

After he gets over it he’ll be extra affectionate. You also get affectionate when you tease him so maybe it’s not so bad after all

insert makeout session

B-127

Badassatron

He’s definitely a bit attention and touch-starved after being stuck in low levels for who knows how many years

It’s only logical that he’s glued to your side for the rest of your life

If he’s jealous it’s very obvious. He tries to do something to get your attention or awkwardly stands there

Hey y/n look at this! - Does a backflip and falls

Tease him about it and he gets flustered

"Whattt? No, I’m not jealous!" He lets out a cocky laugh

“Ok maybe a little..”

Kiss his faceplate all over and he’s yours

He's definitely the least harmful

If he's jealous about a bot he particularly dislikes or they're flirting with you out and about, he might be more passive-aggressive about it

"Hey don't mean to intrude or anything, but uh, I'm kinda busy with my PARTNER. And by PARTNER I mean we're together. Yeah, uh huh! So, if you don't mind, my PARTNER and I are going to ignore you now. Since we're y'know..busy being together."

Elita

She’s smug about her jealousy, but only you could tell

“No, I’m not jealous. What makes you think that?”

Meanwhile, she’s giving the nastiest glare to the other bot.

“You really need to stop bringing their hopes up. Did you hear the way they were flirting with you?”

“Elita...they were just thanking me."

“Don’t even look at them actually"

If you tease her, she either denies it or is very proud

Like yeah she got a little jealous, she has such an amazing partner and anyone in their right mind would see that too.

Or no..she's definitely not jealous. She's just speaking her mind

[regressionschool]

come with me

"Oh my gosh, it is you! I can’t believe it! You—oh wow, your face—you look so shocked! Haha, ohhh, I guess I do look a little different, huh? I mean, it’s been months, but I don’t blame you for staring. I probably wouldn’t have believed it either before I signed up for regression school!“

Giggles

"Oh, c’mon, don’t look so surprised. It’s just a onesie and a diaper! What, did you think I’d still be wearing, like, big-girl clothes? Pfft! Silly! That’s not how things work here. Clothes are all itchy and bunchy and ugh, grown-up stuff is just so unnecessary once you get used to this. I mean, just look at me! Comfy, cozy, and so much happier.“

"...Oh? You’re not saying much. Are you okay? You keep looking at my—ohhh, that’s what’s freaking you out, isn’t it? Hehe, don’t worry, I get it. The first time I saw someone here like this, I kinda stared too. But trust me, after a little while, it just starts feeling right. Like, why did I ever think I needed all those silly grown-up things? This is just better.“

soft sigh

"Awww, don’t give me that look! You really think I’d sign up for something that wasn’t amazing? You have to at least be curious! I mean, c’mon, it’s me! You know how stressed I used to be—always worrying about responsibilities, deadlines, bills, ugh! But now? No worries, no stress, just softness and warmth and people who take care of you. It’s the best thing ever!“

"...What? You don’t believe me? Okay, okay, I know it sounds kinda crazy. I thought so too at first! But, like, I don’t have to think about anything now. No pressure, no worries, just... being little. Playing, napping, snuggling. And, well—“

giggles again, a little sheepish this time

"—and not having to worry about the potty either. Yeah, I know, you’re making that face, but listen, once you stop thinking about it, it just happens, and it’s so freeing. Like, why should we have to hold it? It’s not natural! Littles don’t worry about that stuff. And it’s not gross or weird, it’s just normal here. You just let go, and the grown-ups take care of everything!"

"...Awww, you’re still nervous, huh? That’s okay! You don’t have to decide right now. But, you know... if you did sign up, we could be together. Imagine that! You and me, playing all day, cuddling up for nap time, giggling in our jammies. Wouldn’t that be so much better than all that grown-up nonsense?

Come on, you don’t have to jump in all the way right now. We can start slow! Maybe just a little padding, a little cuddle, a little letting go? Just imagine it… not worrying, not holding back… just feeling soft and safe and small.

happy wiggles

Oh! Oh! I see that smile! See? You do wanna try! So c’mon, say it. Just say yes. I promise you won’t regret it."

[seilahdiaries]

୨ৎ you and everything french. 𝐒. 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒

. . . four times you’ve tried catching Soda’s attention, and the one time you did.

imagine ! જ⁀➴ ⋮ ⌗ 𝓯! reader warnings . . . none

🪽 tysm for the recent likes! i love you all and i hope you guys enjoy thiss, guys i love writing a silly reader. listen to the song while reading! now playing . . . i can see you - taylor swift

you’re not exactly sure when your crush on sodapop curtis started.

maybe eighth grade, the year he got taller and when you started noticing little things— like the way his voice changed when he laughed or the way his pretty eyes sparkled when he did something he wasn’t suppose to.

despite that, you guys never really talked. it was always just mere you dropped this, or do you have a pencil? nothing that would mean he noticed you or thought of you in another way other than just his classmate.

then sandy happened— and you told yourself you were fine with it, ignoring seeing them hold hands and make out in the hallways. and you were respectful, you stopped writing his initial and yours with a heart, you hummed songs instead of romanticizing every word he said, and you waited. waited till it went away.

and it almost did. until it didn’t.

when a few months ago, a spur of events came and they were no longer together anymore. and you— sweet and slightly delusional— felt the tiniest of hope and decided it was the right moment. felt that maybe this would be it.

this year would be it, is what you told yourself. except you were a soc. and he’s a greaser. and your friends— charlotte may and blaire kavinsky weren’t exactly cheering for this relationship.

blaire had even frowned when you brought up, “i’m not saying he’s a bad guy,” she reasoned, “i’m saying greasers can be trouble.”

charlotte just pursued her lips and told her, “when you do this, wear the white ribbon in your hair— the one that makes your eyes look soft.”

people tell you you’re pretty, you wear dainty clothes, people smile at you in the halls and boys even offer to carry your books just so they could smell your perfume. but none of them are him.

and this time you’re gonna try, really try.

and now, while you’re halfway through history and your pencil snaps. the tip sliding into the corner of your desk.

you stare at it for a second, when an idea pops in your pretty mind. then glancing sideways.

he’s right there. one row over, one seat back.

you glance once again. he’s leaning forward on the desk, the curve of his sharp jaw resting on the palm of his hand. he’s not even pretending to take notes, just watching the window like he’s not sat in history class, just somewhere else entirely.

your heart picks up a little, you’re not wearing the white ribbon today. but your hair is blown out, and your sweater is a soft pastel, you feel okay— brave enough.

you turn in your seat slightly, and in a mere whisper, you whisper, “hey.. do you have a pencil?”

he blinks out of his day dream, looks at you. his eyes are warm, and a little sleepy. but without a word, he reaches into his bag and pulls the pencil out.

bitten, stubby and no eraser. the wood at the end splintered like someone got bored and took their frustration out on the poor pencil.

he passes it over without looking twice. you take it, and just as your fingers coated with a milky pink polish brush his, you hear a sound— a pfft from in front of you. charlotte.

you bite the inside of your cheek, offer a quiet, quick “thanks,” and try to act normal. you immediately glance up, her shoulders are shaking.

of course she’s laughing.

it was charlotte’s idea.

“you should absolutely write him a note,” she said, standing in your room the night before with her arms crossed.

blaire, half-asleep on your bed in a lilac silk robe, muttered “this is a bad idea.”

but you did it anyways.

pink stationary and little gold hearts in the corners. you wrote it curled on your fluffy rug at midnight, with vanilla cashmere lotion on your legs and the ronnettes playing softly.

and because you’re you, you lightly sprayed the paper with your perfume.

just a little, so if he opened it, he’d know. and it would smell like sweetness and daydreams.

you, charlotte, and blaire showed up early to “help” your english teacher organize the class library. which really meant the two of them distracted her while you tiptoed over to the shelf, find the copy which you thought was his and slip the note inside.

and when third period came, you sat with the two girls in the front left corner, pretending not to look over at sodapop, who’d sat with his friends in the way back.

he looked tired, you noticed. but your heart was pounding.

while you were in a conversation with the girls, a boy you didn’t even know— skinny, glasses and fluffy hair walked up to the front of the room.

handing her something— something pink. it caught your eyes for a second.

the teacher squinted at it, “oh?”

the boy smiled, “i think someone lost this, i found it in my copy.”

then, without any remorse, she read it aloud.

“you probably won’t notice this, but i notice you. everytime you smile i fall in love all over again. i’m not brave, but maybe this is enough.” “—p.s if you ever want to walk me home, just say the word.”

you felt your entire soul drop to your stomach, you froze.

someone let out a howl, others clapped and sodapop? soda laughed. all bright and boyish just like you said in the note and definitely not in love with you.

blaire was wheezing, charlotte looked like she was biting the corner of her lip to keep it from making it worse. you sat there, hand half over your mouth and with the nastiest side eye ever known.

“atleast you made him laugh?” charlotte said with no help.

the smell of your perfume lingered above everyone like a cloud of sweet and feminine. the worst part was he never even looked at you. or did he recognize that perfume?

a pleated white tennis skirt that fluttered with every breeze, a matching sweater draped over your collarbone and your hair loosely pulled back in a soft low ponytail that brushed against the middle of your back.

you were playing doubles at the country club after school, a friendly match between you and spencer— a tall, preppy friend that was definitely not your type, but easy to be around— and blaire and charlotte on the other side.

things were going well and you were about to serve again when you heard a voice— faint, familiar.

you turned and there he was.

sodapop curtis in a black t-shirt and dirty jeans. walking with steve and laughing at something with his head tilted back. he wasn’t looking at you, not yet atleast.

your stomach dropped so fast you almost dropped your racket, but your grip tightened, now or never.

you stepped into position, and tossed the ball up. your form was great, elegant even. you swung—

smack.

a shriek.

blaire dropped her racket and doubled over, hands flying to her face.

you stood frozen for a full second, eyes wide, mouth open.

charlotte burst into laughter. and spencer let out the loudest “OHHHH!” you’d ever heard. followed by a wheezy “what was that?”

your hand slapped over your mouth, “ohmygod— blaire— im— im so sorry!” you cried out, abandoning your racket and running to the net. “i wasn’t—i didn’t mean— i swear i didn’t mean to!”

“you almost sent me into another dimension.” she groaned out from behind her hand.

“do you want ice? a milkshake? i’ll buy you a million. name anything. anything.”

charlotte finally calmed her laughter down and crouched down beside her, gently nudging her shoulder “atleast you’re not knocked out.”

you were kneeling now, right infront of her, frantically brushing hair from her cheek, full of worry and guilt. and sodapop— he was the last thing on your mind now.

until blaire said it, muffled and slightly incoherent.

“he saw.”

you blinked, “what?”

blaire raised a brow. “sodapop. he looked over and laughed. so did steve.”

charlotte nodded, trying to suppress the sudden giggle that threaten to slip. “he definitely saw. probably thinks were insane.”

you sat back on your heels, cheeks flushed.

“great,” you deadpanned, “my reputation is violence now.”

blaire grumbled, “he better fall in love with you. my cheeks already swelling.”

you groaned into your palms, “i’m never showing my face on this court again.”

you had started the day cute, you wore your cable-knit ralph lauren top, your hair soft and loose again, catching sunlight like honey. the iced coffee you sipped on had extra vanilla, just how you liked it.

you, charlotte and blaire had wandered into the boutique on fifth that always smelled like sugared cookies and tulips. fashion magazines sat by the register, racks were stocked with cute and comfy sleep wear sets, frilly tops and baby pink silks.

“ooh, this,” blaire gasped, holding something sheer and ridiculous. “put this on. immediately.”

“you’re kidding,” you replied, already laughing.

but you did— and the next one. and the next.

soon, your dressing room was filled with chiffon and pastel. you did twirls in every outfit, the curtain whipped open dramatically each time and the sounds of charlotte and blaire hollering and laughing filled the time.

you were mid-spin in a soft pink tulle dress that made you practically float, layers of ruffles around your knees and the back only half-zipped because you’d given up trying. when blaire said—

“wait, wait, hair up. you really need to let the neckline breathe.”

“i don’t have a tie.” you whined, staring into the mirror.

blaire immediately spotted a silver clip— meant for closing snack bags but nonetheless grabbed it.

in one messy swoop, your hair was pulled into the worst bun of your life and clipped up with the plastic chip bag clip. loose pieces framed your face at odd angles. “oh yeah, this is totally it.” charlotte declared, legs kicked up on the plush bench and macaron from the sample plate halfway in her mouth.

“pose. right now. give me…” blaire thought for a moment, “bridal ballerina.”

so you did. standing on tiptoe infront of the dressing room mirror, arms raised. laughing and ridiculous, your cheeks were warm from all the twirling.

and just then— the bell above the door chimed.

you didn’t think anything of it, until charlotte froze mid-laugh.

“um,” blaire said, sharply. “..don’t freak out.” her eyes wide.

you blinked, “what?”

you turned around. and there he was. sodapop curtis.

standing by the front desk with a perfectly neutral expression as he talked to the sweet old lady receptionist, glancing around as if he didn’t just walk into your personal crash scene, until they paused. on you.

you didn’t even think before you dove behind the nearest cardigan rack like your life depended on it.

you crouched there, heart in your throat and frozen among the sweater vests and moist rose air from the humidifier.

you could hear everything— the soft music, the buzz outside, his sweet voice and the girls whispering near the dressing room.

you barely breathed until the bell chimed again and the door closed.

“okay,” blaire said, appearing above. “you can come out now.”

you peeked before standing up slowly, dazed.

charlotte leaned back on the couch, sipping your coffee. “he didn’t laugh.” she said, eyeing you. “didn’t look twice, or look amused.”

you stared at her, “..what do you mean?”

“he just looked,” blaire shrugged, “picked up a skirt. paid. then left.”

you were quiet, staring down at your feet.

“maybe he thinks i’m weird.”

charlotte blinked, “you are weird, you literally froze then threw yourself into the sweaters.”

“not helping,” you groaned.

you layed down on the couch with a dramatic sigh, layers of tulle surrounding you like cotton candy. blaire brought you your chip clip and a macaron, placing it on your stomach solemnly, like a lost possession.

you didn’t even laugh.

the event had finally calmed down. something with fundraising for the clubhouse garden, but when the chocolate fountain came out— no one really remembered.

your once- perfect makeup didnt survive the chocolate, even with charlotte warning you not to lean in so close. but you laughed it off.

it didn’t matter, anyway. you’d stopped caring since the boutique embarrassment. you had spent so long trying— years! not just four times. and not once had he ever seen you, not the way you wanted him to.

and now you found yourself here— barefoot in patchy grass and under a dusky lavender sky. your fingers were sore from picking up tiny foil stars and tissue paper confetti— spencer was suppose to help you while the rest of the club mingled inside.

but he ditched.

at this point, you gave up and collapsed into a patio chair, one leg tucked beneath you, sipping lemonade from a small, flimsy styrofoam cup.

your long white sundress, feminine and romantic blew with the small breeze with delicate straps and a neckline just shy of sweet. your kitten heels sat forgotten a few feet away from the porch steps. and your previous blowout fell flat from the humidity, clinging to the sides of your face.

the porch was quiet now, the crickets sang in the bushes and your eyes unfocused. even when there was a small thud from nearby, your rosy lip caught between your lip blissfully unaware.

“s’nice out,” came a voice from the slight shadows.

you blinked. sodapop.

your guess was he jumped the fence, sneaking in.

he walked up to the porch, hands in his pocket. you had barely seen him since the boutique but yet— you didn’t find yourself sitting straighter, tucking your hair behind your ear or licking your lips. you simply looked at him.

“didn’t know anybody was out here,” he added, glancing sideways at you. “figured everyone was inside playing bingo with the mystery meat.”

you let out a small snort before you could help it.

his smile ticked up, just a little. a subtle one, like as if you blinked you’d miss it. “are you good?”

you helped up your cup, “barely.”

“messy hair. no shoes.” he nodded with mock-seriousness. “brave woman.”

you laughed quietly. there was no butterflies, no trembling fingers. you weren’t trying and it all felt so normal, and maybe that’s why for once— it worked.

he didn’t sit beside you, but leaned against the porch railing a few feet away.

he looked at you again, a little longer this time. then, like it just came to him— “i like your dress.”

you blinked. “oh. thanks.”

a pause came over, you were tired. frizzy. and messy. you glanced at your light pink nails wrapped around the cup.

“i thought you thought i was weird,” you said softly.

soda blinked, taken off guard. “what?”

“never mind.” you shook your head, already regretting it.

but he tilted his head, continuing to just.. look at you. then said, “i don’t.”

you looked up, startled by how his voice genuinely sounded so gentle and sincere. but before you could say anything else, charlotte’s voice came from inside, muffled from the walls and hollering your name.

you exhaled, almost disappointed.

“guess i should—”

“see you tomorrow?” he asked.

you looked up at him again, he didn’t smile. not fully. but there was something in his eyes— and it was the look that you’ve been dreaming of since middle school.

you nodded, “yeah. see you.”

and he simply stepped back into the shadows, on his way to cause some trouble. but what you didn’t see— was the quiet, soft smile you got out of him when he turned away.

and then blaire popped out of nowhere, “charlotte’s been looking everywhere for you!”

there was a quiet, lazy smile on your face with flushed cheeks. did you finally do it?