#tiny jake is starstruck

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

Sketch of our good friend Bradley Bradshaw 🎹🎶😎

version without tiny jake below

[emiko-matsui]

tag this with your ideal d20 sidequest cast. personally it's zac oyama, lou wilson, izzy roland, ify nwadiwe, jake hurwitz, and becca scott

[j3nn13]

EVAN LEE IS A LOSER!

10. CHI CELLA

The sky was painted in sherbet shades of orange and pink as the massive party bus pulled up in front of the Theta Chi fraternity house. The deep bass of an early 2010s party anthem reverberated from the inside, lights already pulsing in time. A thick scent of cologne, perfume, and anticipation clung to the air. Students in glitter, mesh, fringe, and barely-there outfits clambered on board with coolers, hydration packs, and cameras slung over shoulders.

"Let's goooo!" Megan squealed as she ran up the steps of the bus, pulling Dani by the hand behind her.

Dani, rocking bedazzled cowboy boots and space buns, laughed, “This is about to be insane.”

Jake and Sunghoon were already at the front, claiming a pair of seats and popping open the first of many drinks. “First one to lose their voice buys brunch tomorrow,” Jake grinned, passing a hard seltzer to his friend.

Sunghoon smirked. “You're on. But we all know Megan’s losing hers by sundown.”

“Rude!” Megan called from a few seats down, giggling as she opened her own can.

Further back, Jungwon, Jay and Niki were debating whether to continue pregaming now or save some of their energy for the actual event.

Heeseung was one of the last to climb on, scanning the bus briefly—and then he saw her.

Ivette. Their cute moment before the chaotic bus arrived was cut short when Megan and Dani notified her about their arrival and she had to meet up with them. Still he was just as starstruck as he was 20 minutes ago when he last saw her.

She was wearing a black mesh top over a glittery gold bralette, her long dark hair styled into loose waves that shimmered when she moved. Her mini skirt made her legs look even longer. She smiled when she spotted him.

“You saving me a seat or what?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“I thought you’d sit with Niki,” she teased.

He dropped into the seat beside her before she could say another word. “He can survive without me for a few hours. You, on the other hand...”

She turned her body toward him, grinning. “Me what?”

“You look like you need someone to keep you warm,” he said, gently tugging on the sleeve of her mesh top. “This barely counts as clothing.”

Ivette laughed, nudging him with her shoulder. “It’s ChiChella, Heeseung. If you're not sweating and sparkling by the morning, you’re doing it wrong.”

He leaned in, lowering his voice, “So that means I get a sneak peek before everyone else does?”

“Depends,” she said, tilting her head. “You planning on sticking with me the whole night?”

Heeseung gave her a boyish smile. “Wasn’t planning on it. But now I am.”

Across the aisle, Dani nudged Megan and nodded toward them. “Look at Heeseung and Ivette. They’re in their own little world.”

Megan smirked. “Told you he was obsessed. She’s got him wrapped.”

Meanwhile, back in their seat, Ivette pulled a small glitter tube out of her mini bag. “Turn your head,” she instructed.

Heeseung obeyed without hesitation, and she dabbed a bit of gold shimmer on his cheekbones.

“There,” she said, admiring her handiwork. “You look festival ready.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And what do I get in return for letting you bedazzle me?”

She gave him a coy smile. “What do you want?”

“Besides you dancing on my shoulders when Charli comes on?”

Ivette giggled, cheeks flushing.

“That can be arranged,” she said, tapping his knee. “But only if you survive the ride there without losing your voice.”

Heeseung leaned in closer, their shoulders touching, his lips near her ear. “I won’t lose my voice... unless you make me.”

Ivette turned to him, lips just barely apart. The tension was unmistakable.

Someone from the back yelled, “HEY! SHOTS! WHO’S IN?”

Jake, Jay, and Niki erupted in cheers, and Megan was already digging through a backpack for tiny plastic shot glasses.

Heeseung looked at Ivette, eyes glittering with mischief. “Want one?”

She nodded. “Only if you take it with me.”

As he stood to go grab them, Ivette watched him, smirking to herself. Heeseung returned with two shots of something pink and fruity.

“To ChiChella,” he said, handing hers over.

“To dancing on your shoulders,” she replied.

They clinked and downed them in one go.

As the bus rumbled down the highway toward the venue, music thumping, friends yelling and laughing, and glitter already coating the floor, Heeseung and Ivette leaned close again, trading inside jokes, flirty jabs, and the kind of eye contact that made time blur.

By the time the bus pulled up to the festival gates, the two of them were already lost in each other—ChiChella hadn’t even started, but their night had.

The moment they made it through security and entered the venue—a massive industrial warehouse-turned-mega-club pulsing with LED lights and sweat—the energy shifted from hype to pure mayhem.

Fog machines belched out thick clouds from the ceiling. Strobe lights pulsed like they were trying to induce seizures. The dance floor was a glitter-drenched war zone. Sorority girls were already losing their minds, frat boys were filming everything like it was a David Guetta documentary, and someone crowd-surfed before a single artist had even walked out.

A voice boomed over the speakers:

“LADIES, SLUTS, ANGELS, WHORES… MAKE SOME NOISE FOR CHARLI. MOTHERF**KING. XCX.”

The room exploded.

A laser cannon shot pink beams across the ceiling as Charli rose up from beneath the stage like a sequined goddess, flanked by two shirtless dancers in leather harnesses and rhinestone cowboy hats.

“CHI-CHELLA! ARE YOU READY TO BE WHORES TONIGHT?!”

The crowd screamed so loud the club literally shook.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

The opening bassline of “Vroom Vroom” hit like a truck.

Ivette, still holding Heeseung’s hand, screamed into the abyss.

“THIS IS NOT A DRILL!” she shrieked. “IT’S VROOM VROOM FIRST!”

Heeseung had barely braced himself when she yanked him into the center of the crowd. “We’re going in!”

“INTO WHAT?!” he yelled, eyes wide.

“The pit, Heeseung. This is Charli XCX. You mosh or you die.”

And with that, Ivette disappeared into the chaos like a gremlin of glitter and rage.

Megan and Dani were already up front, hair flying, screaming lyrics like they were at church. Niki was on someone’s shoulders, waving a feather boa like a battle flag. Jake and Jay were behind the bar somehow, pouring shots for strangers while yelling, “THIS ONE’S FOR CHARLI’S SYNTHESIZER!”

Jungwon was deep in a conga line of drag queens. No one knew how it started. No one cared. Everyone was singing, everyone was screaming.

“LET’S RIDE,” Charli belted.

“LET’S RIDE,” the crowd howled back.

“VROOM VROOM” continued to demolish the dance floor like a sonic earthquake.

Heeseung finally spotted Ivette again—her hands in the air, cheeks flushed, hair wild, screaming the lyrics with feral joy. He shoved through the crowd until he got to her, just as “Gone” began playing and the energy shifted.

Lights dimmed. The bass slowed. Fog rolled in.

The crowd swayed like they were hypnotized. Ivette looked up at Heeseung, breathless. “This song... this one kills me.”

He looked at her like she was the only person in the world.

“Then die with me,” he said, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her close as the synths washed over them like a dream.

It was sweaty. Loud. Slightly dangerous.

And absolutely perfect.

Just then—

BANG!

A confetti cannon detonated right above them. Gold foil rained down. People screamed. Someone in a Pikachu onesie passed out nearby.

Charli XCX was now floating on a disco ball suspended from the ceiling, singing “Von Dutch” while everyone on the dance floor entered a spiritual out-of-body experience.

Back by the bar, Jake stood on a table and yelled, “IF I DON’T HOOK UP TONIGHT I’M JOINING A MONASTERY.”

“YOU WON’T SURVIVE MONK LIFE!” Jay shouted back, tossing a glow stick at him.

Megan crowd-surfed to the stage and somehow ended up dancing with Charli before security politely (and violently) returned her to earth.

And still, in the middle of the glittery apocalypse, Heeseung leaned down to Ivette’s ear and whispered:

“You still having fun?”

She turned to him, eyes sparkling like stars in the club lights.

“I’m obsessed.”

He grinned. “Good. Because I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

Ivette smiled wickedly, dragging him even closer as Charli launched into “Guess” and the crowd screamed like they were being exorcised.

Somewhere in the chaos, someone fell in love, someone broke a bone, and someone else threw up glitter.

And none of them would remember every second.

But Heeseung and Ivette?

They were living every second like it was their last.

And ChiChella had only just begun.

By now, the club looked like a beautiful battlefield.

The air was thick with sweat, glitter, and fog. Shoes had been lost. Hair was ruined. Makeup was melted. The floor was sticky with spilled drinks and god knows what else. Bodies swayed and clung to one another in exhausted bliss as the final set approached its end.

Charli XCX stood center stage, backlit in soft purple, her glitter-smudged face glowing as the lights dimmed and the tempo slowed.

She stepped up to the mic, brushing her hair back. “ChiChella,” she said, breathless but smiling, “this one’s for when you’re drunk and in love... or maybe just pretending.”

The soft, dreamy synths of “Everything is Romantic” began to play.

The crowd let out a collective gasp—a reverent hush fell like a spell.

Ivette froze, her eyes lifting toward the stage. “No way she’s ending with this,” she whispered, like saying it too loud might break the magic.

Heeseung was right beside her, one hand still around her waist, the other gently brushing back a strand of hair that had stuck to her cheek.

“Of course she is,” he said softly. “You called it.”

The beat floated through the air like smoke—lush, nostalgic, a little sad, a little euphoric.

Ivette turned to face him. Her face was flushed, eyes wide and glassy with the glow of neon lights and hours of dancing. She looked unreal, like a dream wrapped in rhinestones and eyeliner.

Heeseung stared at her like he’d been waiting all night to just look.

They stood still while the rest of the club swayed, wrapped in their own little bubble as the chorus began:

“Everything is…”

Ivette smiled. A soft, secret smile.

Heeseung leaned in. “You know, I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”

She tilted her head. “Do what?”

He didn't answer.

He just kissed her.

It was soft. Warm. Familiar in a way that made her chest ache.

No cheering. No clapping. Just them.

When they finally pulled apart, she laughed under her breath, stunned. “Took you long enough.”

Heeseung chuckled. “I know. I’m slow sometimes.”

Another moment passed. The bridge of the song rose like a gentle wave behind them.

He reached for both of her hands, still holding her close. “I know this probably isn’t the time or place,” he began, “but—”

She raised an eyebrow. “Heeseung.”

“Let me finish,” he grinned, a little nervous. “I really like you. Like, a lot. And I know tonight was chaos and sweat and lasers and probably a concussion somewhere, but…”

She blinked, stunned.

“…will you be my girlfriend?”

Ivette looked at him, glitter catching in the corners of her eyes, heart thudding in her chest. “You’re asking me that in the middle of a Charli XCX set?”

“She said it herself,” Heeseung said, gesturing around them. “Everything is romantic.”

Ivette let out a breathy laugh and kissed him again, harder this time, just as the song swelled behind them. Then she pulled back and nodded, grinning.

“Yes. Obviously.”

The crowd kept dancing around them, lost in their own highs and heartbreaks, but for Heeseung and Ivette, the rest of the world melted away.

Because for one perfect moment—in the middle of glittery chaos, surrounded by friends, synth-pop, and the voice of Charli XCX—

Everything really was romantic.

As the last dreamy synths of “Everything is Romantic” echoed into the night and the crowd buzzed with post-kiss, post-Charli euphoria, Ivette was still wrapped in Heeseung’s arms, swaying gently like they were the only two people left in the universe.

Until, of course—

“IVY? IS THAT YOU?!”

Ivette whipped her head around.

Two figures in horrifically obvious disguises were barging through the dance floor. One wore a huge blonde wig, oversized pink sunglasses, and a cowboy hat with the word “SLUT” in rhinestones. The other had on a fake mustache and a “I <3 NYC” hoodie despite being very much in a neon rave.

“WHAT IN THE—” Heeseung blinked. “Is that—?”

“MARK? SUNOO?!” Ivette shrieked.

The crowd parted like the Red Sea as the two removed their disguises dramatically. Sunoo flung off his mustache. Mark threw his wig into the crowd. Some girl caught it and screamed like she’d won a Grammy.

“YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD HAVE CHICHELLA WITHOUT US?!” Mark yelled.

“CHARLI XCX IS MY MOTHER, I HAD TO BE HERE,” Sunoo cried, grabbing both of Ivette’s hands and spinning her in a full circle while screaming.

“You’re not even in our frat!” Jake yelled from across the room, completely unfazed.

“I am in the fraternity of the vibe!” Mark responded, and then started dancing with a random inflatable alien like it was prom night.

“HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN HERE?!” Dani yelled, half-laughing, half-concerned.

“We hacked the RSVP list,” Sunoo said proudly. “Mark posed as a DJ named Lil Beige and I told security I was a sparkle vendor.”

“THAT DOESN’T EVEN MAKE SENSE!” Megan screamed.

“LOVE ISN’T SUPPOSED TO MAKE SENSE,” Sunoo screamed back, now crying a little and twerking at the same time.

Just when everyone thought things couldn’t get more unhinged—

A sharp whistle pierced the air.

Everyone froze.

A man stood near the back of the club in a tailored blazer, arms folded, slowly pushing up his sunglasses with the deadly patience of a man who had seen too much.

“…Is that Mr. Suh?” Heeseung said, blinking in disbelief.

“OUR ADVISOR MR. SUH?” Jay yelled.

“NO F***ING WAY!” Niki screamed and immediately ducked behind a fog machine.

“WHO THE HELL LET HIM IN?” Jungwon yelped, still mid-conga line.

Mr. Suh walked forward with the slow, terrifying energy of someone who knew your GPA and your dark secrets.

The room quieted. Glitter drifted slowly to the floor.

He stopped in front of everyone, adjusted his tie, and said in a low, deadly voice:

“…I came to see Charli XCX.”

Everyone stared.

Mr. Suh then did a sudden, perfect body roll to the beat drop of “Club Classics,” which had just come on, and the entire club collectively screamed.

“MR. SUH IS A SLUT POP GIRLIE?!” Dani screamed, collapsing into Megan’s arms.

Heeseung stood completely stunned. Ivette had a hand over her mouth in disbelief.

“IS THIS A FEVER DREAM?” Jay asked.

“No,” Sunoo whispered with awe, “this is the best night of my life.”

Mr. Suh grabbed a glow stick and joined the dance floor like he owned it. And he did.

From there, the energy exploded again: Mark climbed onto a speaker and tried to stage dive (he was caught by two girls and a guy dressed as SpongeBob). Sunoo led a synchronized dance to “Apple”. Niki somehow ended up with a mic and screamed, “EVERYBODY MAKE SOME NOISE FOR GIRLBOSS ENERGY!”

Meanwhile, Ivette looked back at Heeseung, both of them blinking in wild, disbelieving happiness.

“You know,” she said, “I almost thought that kiss was the peak of tonight.”

“Same,” Heeseung said, watching as Mr. Suh did the worm on the light-up floor. “But this…? This is history.”

They kissed again, glitter raining down like confetti from the rafters, the club a complete and beautiful mess.

It was chaos. It was magic. It was ChiChella.

And it was absolutely unforgettable.

[threegoldfish]

[ ϟ ]—– The piece of birthday cake is soft and looks almost starlit, as if carved out of sweetness and a dream

A honey lavender cake, light as a cloud, with pale violet frosting swirled in soft patterns of constellations. A gentle delight for quiet souls who still hold fierce fire inside.

Tasting the first bite there would be a smile.

' A feast fit for moonlight made flesh.'

Things for my muses || always accepting

"...Oh my gosh---"

Steven's mesmerized by the cake that has... appeared out of nowhere, it seems - just sitting there, on top of their small dining table. Eyes wide, brows lifted, he gazes at it - at the fact that it looks so incredibly delicious yet almost unreal at the same time.

How can a piece of cake look so... so pretty?! It's outright gorgeous, and Steven's sure it will taste just as amazing...

"It does look amazing." Marc has to agree on that. "---And a bit otherworldly, too. Doesn't look like one can buy it at a local bakery..." Which means it must be from someone special. Someone who's not just some random person---

"Guess the birthday god is sharing some of his cake with us." Jake's amused, but also intrigued - he didn't expect this to happen, but here they are.

"You mean, this cake is from Thor?!" Steven's very much vibrating now, blinking profusely, starstruck by the fact that he's about to have a taste of birthday cake that belongs to an Asgardian god! "...Oh my--- oh bloody--- okay, wow, we need to savor this! We have to eat this slowly a-and... enjoy it, alright? We are going to experience something very special here---"

"Go on." Marc cannot taste anything that Steven consumes, but... he knows how excited the other is, and he wants him to be the first to know what its like. "Have a bite. Lets hope we won't get poisoned or whatever..."

"Death by Asgardian birthday cake." A snort, a chuckle.

Steven does not think about possible dangers, he just... takes a fork, pushes it into the softness of the cake, and cuts off a tiny piece which he brings up to his mouth, lips parting...

---It's incredible. It's so good, it's... wow. Honey. Lavender.

Steven smiles, is practically beaming while he savors the taste on his tongue, chewing slowly...

The three of them share the slice, in the end - switching back and forth, one bite after another.

[byhees]

meeting you at a fansign.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 400 genre fluff love-struck non-idol!reader idol au warnings not proof-read — more

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heeseung would not stop staring; first impression, you’re poetically beautiful. would do full-on double takes at your direction— there’s no way someone can be that ethereal. has this absolutely stunning smile on his face, and finds himself initiating the conversation. eye contact. eye contact. would high-five you, then slowly interlace hands…

jay would help calm down your nerves; stumbling over your words? he’d softly reassure you that it’s okay! gentle looks— even as he leans forward a tad to have a better listen at your words. gentle hand holding— even as you’re prompted to move onto the next member, he’d keep your hands interlocked, bidding you goodbye with a little smile…

jake would probably be trying to get little glimpses of you in the audience; maybe it’s the aura you exude? he’s not sure, but it’s so enchanting. would probably say something like, “oh, yn’s a really pretty name”, with the smallest grin. suggests to do a staring contest because it’d indirectly be an excuse to get lost in your eyes…

sunghoon would be a little awkward at first; there’d be a moment of silence, just you two looking at each other in unified awe. he’s starstruck beyond comprehension— what should he say? would start small talk with you, and would get absorbed in the conversation. grins so much. would draw a little (special) heart on his signed page…

sunoo would be so sweet; asks you about your day, if you’ve eaten your meal yet, vice versa. lets you put those little hair accessories, like those fluffy headbands, or cute clips, on for him. tiny, excited claps. gaze lingers on you, even as you shift over to the next member…

jungwon would focus wholly on you; being reminded that your time’s up? he’d simply lean forward in hopes of catching your words better. occasional nods and small smiles. might (subtly) pose more for your camera, might (subtly) glance over at your seating area more, might (subtly) carry, or wear, your gift throughout the rest of the fansign, finding it too precious to let go…

riki would be so so smiley (and giggly). oh, so you’re pretty, with good humour? internally falling head over heels. plays ‘rock, paper, scissors’ with you, whereby the loser grants the winner a wish; if he wins, he might playfully ask for you to “only look at him”, with a pinky raised for a promise. would scour through the crowd for you, and send a quick wave at your direction, a grin playing on his lips…

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[nvertheless]

nights with you — can i sit here?

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568 words.

you had walked into your english class, sitting down at the table all the way in the back with just you by yourself. there was two chairs since the table was long but you got put all the way in the back… so you sat by yourself.

you didn’t mind it though, you liked being by yourself since you didn’t have that many friends (except lily) and it was nice to just sit by yourself.

you went on your phone just scrolling through whatever was on twitter from your lofi account as many other students in your class walked in. you didn’t pay attention to anyone else.

but you didn’t notice another student walked in. you were too busy looking through your phone and having your headphones in, you wouldn’t recognize who was about to be in your class.

jake had walked into his new 5th period class with ms wang. he had ran into her in the hallways as she was walking to her classroom. “ms wang?” jake, confusingly said trying not to get her mixed up with someone else.

ms wang looked at him before smiling. “oh hi jake! your my new student correct?” she said with a bright tone as he nodded. “i was about to just walk into the classroom anyways.” she said as they walked in together.

jake looked at the classroom and was already met with looks from some people. he was really attractive so people loved him. ms wang put her book down at her desk and looked around to see where he could sit.

“ah do you see the girl over there on her phone in the back?” ms wang pointed to the back of the classroom, where he was met with a girl who had her headphones in and wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings. he nodded.

“that’s y/n, i’ll have you sit with her since she sits by herself and that’s the only table with one person!” jake nodded as he made his way towards the table in the back. you didn’t notice anyone coming towards her until you got a tap on your shoulder.

“can i sit here?” you looked up from her phone to see.. jake sim? standing by you? and asking to sit next to you?

“oh uhm yeah sure you can sit here.” you removed your headphones out of your ears and moved your backpack off of her chair so he could sit. he sat next to her as you were still starstruck about jake sim sitting next to you.

there was a little bit of silence before jake naturally decided to make conversation with you, considering they will probably sit next to each other for the rest of the school year.

“by the way i’m jake! id figure since we will probably sit with each other for the rest of the school year we could talk.” he happily said. jake was happy to be friends with anyone.

“oh i’m y/n! sorry if i looked confused when you tapped on my shoulder.. i just didn’t see anyone coming.” you said, letting out a small giggle kinda embarrassed considering you were almost about to ramble for doing one tiny thing.

jake smiled and laughed. “it’s fine, don’t worry about it!” you smiled at him, with your heart beating fast. maybe this could be a moment to get close to him.

thank you ms wang.

notes — FINALLY the first jake and yn interaction 💌 they r gonna be so cute i will actually be jealous of them </3

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[princess-prentiss]

All Too Well - Chapter 11

Pairing: Natasha “Pheonix” Trace/Jake “Hangman” Seresin

A/N: thank u for all the love anyway we're back with the regularly scheduled fluff (for now heheh) little shorter than i wanted soz

Natasha watched the two people she loved most in the world interact the way they should have been for the past six years, looking at the man she once considered the love of her life, observing how his eyes glistened with tears of joy as he placed tiny kisses all across her daughter’s head and into her hair.

They moved downstairs together after a while, Natasha’s mom making a speedy exit as she said something about having errands to run, which she knew was a lie but was grateful that her mom was giving them a chance to be their own little family for the first time.

“You know baby, your dad used to make these amazing pancakes for me, I bet if you asked him nicely he could make them for us.”

She looked up at Jake over her coffee cup as she took a long sip from it, raising her eyebrow in a challenge.

She remembered once, for a week over summer break during the academy, they had stayed at one of his parent’s houses on Cape Cod for her twenty-first birthday. She had woken up one morning to the sweet smell of something cooking drawing her from their bed. The sight of him, piling up a stack of pancakes, only wearing his boxers and t-shirt from the night before was something she was sure would remain etched in her memory forever.

All through her pregnancy with Mia, she craved pancakes, at first the ones they served on Sundays at the academy would do, but then, as they graduated and she returned home, she found herself searching stores and recipes for anything that would match his. She never could find anything quite the same. He had claimed that it was a secret that his grandma had told him before she died and made him promise to keep the family secret.

But then he had made some comment about her being his family in every way but one that it would be recognized officially. A small bit of hope allowed itself to weave into her brain then.

Was he going to propose?

But then, instead of a ring, he brought out a golden necklace, a single diamond in the middle of the chain. She adored the necklace he gave her, she wore it every day under her academy uniform, until she walked out of his room and simultaneously out of his life.

She kept it in the back of one of the draws of her dresser, rarely worn since, only for events she felt were important. Natasha remembered feeling the weight of the gold chain against her neck as she waved Mia into kindergarten for the first time, twisting it between two of her fingers as she watched her daughter disappear among the swarm of other children. She wore it on the day she finally finished flight school, two years later than she had planned, and with him nowhere to be seen; she had still felt the weight of the promise they had never made close to her chest.

It only made sense to her now, that one of the first things they would share together should be something that played such a significant role in her memory of him.

“Please daddy, please!” She jumped up and down on the spot looking excitedly up at him with wide eyes, starstruck.

The first time she had called him that he had cried. He wouldn’t try to lie. Not about that, he loved his daughter more than anything and wasn’t afraid to say he cried because of how much he loved her.

At first, he had frozen, lying in Nat’s bed as Mia moved to get up, the tears slowly making the way down his cheeks being the only indication that he had heard her, but then everything came back to him at once. He dragged Mia back towards him, pulling her into him tightly, before grabbing her mother’s arm with his other hand, pulling her towards him, so that his arms wrapped around them both. He would never forget it, Natasha was certain she wouldn’t either.

-

They spent the majority of the afternoon on the couch in her parent’s living room. A blanket thrown over them all, as she sat next to Jake her head resting on his chest, legs pulled up beside her as Mia sat in front of her, leaning back onto her, he had an arm around them both.

They sat through three Disney films together, Mia falling asleep against her mother by the halfway point of the second one, soft snores coming from her mouth, as her mother weaved her hands through the child's hair. Jake looked down at his sleeping daughter with adoration in his eyes before raising his gaze to meet hers, he looked so happy at the simple action that she wanted to hug him and cry at the same time, for the time he had missed with his daughter due to her decision.

He seemed to be able to gather what she was thinking, leaning down to place a kiss on the crown of her head, unspeaking, but then was there to say really?

-

Later in the afternoon, they left the house together, for the first time, Natasha sighting the fact that she wanted a walk because she knew Jake was getting restless without the daily run he had when they were shoreside. Mia ran ahead of them, as they fell into step behind her, both of them wanted to feel the warmth of the other’s palm in their hand, but neither one of them knew what it was that they were. Was showing affection in public something they should be doing?

Sure, Jake thought, they had hugged on the ship, but that was after they had both nearly died, and anyway, she hugged everyone then. So he settled for walking beside her, occasionally when his arm swung back and forth with his steps, it managed to brush against hers.

He broke from his contemplation with the noise of Mia’s laughter from where she had rounded the next street corner before them.

“Awww what a sweet doggie!” He heard her exclaim between her giggles.

The first thing he saw was her patting a large golden dog, who seemed to be enjoying the attention given the vigorous wagging of his tail, which seemed to be hitting its owner's leg with every movement. He raised his vision to look at the man behind the dog.

Maverick.

The color instantly drained from his face at the sight of their instructor, turning to the woman beside him in desperation, he would follow her lead, whatever she wanted to do.

-

Natasha panicked a little when she first heard her daughter’s laughter, Mia knew she shouldn’t go near strangers but the allure of the animal caused her daughter to forget that. Her eyes instantly jumped to the man behind the fluffy creature, taken back at the sight of the man she had thought was dead mere days ago.

“Captain.” She said respectfully.

At her address of him, the older man’s eyes shot upwards, drawing his gaze away from where he had been watching the young girl interact with the animal. If he was surprised to see two of his lieutenants, he hid it pretty well.

“Lieutenants.”

They both unconsciously stood a little straighter.

Jake had seemed to regain his voice, “Is that Penny’s dog?” He spoke in confusion.

“Yeah,” he responded looking down at the creature in question, “Let’s just say I owe her.”

He chuckled at that, Maverick shooting them both a smile.

“So who’s this?”

“I’m Mia.” The girl spoke, clearly not ignorant to the adult conversation going on over her head.

He looked as though his question hadn’t really been answered, so Natasha decided to help him.

“This is our daughter.”

Of all the things he was expecting, it clearly wasn’t that, but now she was confused.

“Sir, she’s in my file?”

Maverick’s eyes jumped back to the aviator questioning him.

“Ah, I’ve never really been one for reading.”

Both she and Jake laughed at that, because of course he wasn’t.

“So you two are together?” He said looking down at the joined pair of hands between them, Jake hadn’t realized that his hand had jumped into Nat’s at the sight of the man in question.

He looked at her nervously, as though he wanted her to tell him what to say.

“Er, it’s complicated.”

Maverick raised an eyebrow at them both in a mixture of disbelief and subtle judgment, before he turned back to the young girl crouched on the sidewalk, talking in hushed tones to the dog.  

“Well Mia it’s lovely to meet you, I’m Maverick, but you can call me Mav.”

[wonniesmile]

❥ playground! (ep. 1)

⤷ ellie’s moments in playground episode 1! (ft. txt <3)

⤷ bulletpoint format !

⤷ read ep. 2 here!

ellie was like...extremely nervous.

not only was it one of the first variety shows they were ever filming, but with TXT TOO??

she has been a massive fan of theirs since debut and she was quite literally starstruck seeing them in person.

they met backstage before the recording and she couldn’t move a muscle.

if you asked her to recall what happened before filming, i could guarantee you she wouldn’t be able to.

(she might have the tiniest crush on mr. choi beomgyu and the members tease her for it relentlessly.)

had to freestyle dance in front of everyone and could not keep a straight face bcs she was so nervous.

“she’s so cute!” (said by yeonjun himself)

at that point the poor girl’s heart almost stopped.

“i want ellie on my team!” (said by yeonjun yet again)

thinks her life flashed before her eyes at that very moment.

hey...do u remember when i mentioned her tiny crush on beomgyu? yep! as it turns out...jay actually forced her hands up for his team when picking groups!

great job jay! (from me of course...ellie was mad)

anyways, she tried pulling it back down, but obviously she gave up after remembering how strong he was lol.

so here she was...standing next to the one and only choi beomgyu...face literally tomato red (good thing makeup is a thing!)

“hey ellie-” , “don’t talk to me rn.”

that was her conversation with jay by the way, she was mad (at least on the outside, her heart was pounding very heavily on the inside).

“hi! i’m beomgyu, and you’re ellie right?”

oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.

he knows her NAME? HER DAMN NAME.

alright, ellie calm tf down.

“yeah! i’m a big fan of you guys!”

why in the hell would you say that? are you literally stupid-

“aw thank you! you’re very good at dancing, we should collab sometime!”

...

what?

no.

there’s no way that just-

wait...

come again?

“wh-? oh- uh- u-”

“she’d love to collaborate!”

thanks jungwon, she owes you one.

“yeah! what he said!”

good god, that was the most embarrassing thing she has ever experienced in her life.

back to the actual show, they were put into desks.

ellie tried sitting in between jungwon and taehyun, but of course, jay being the literal devil he is, forced ellie to sit next to beomgyu.

jungwon giggled and she gave him a death stare.

was red the entire time.

kinda carried the group, along with mr. yang.

knew all the questions during the quizzes and beomgyu would compliment her each time.

i think her ego went straight through the roof every time gyu complimented her.

she would make eye contact with sunoo from across the room and they’d both start laughing their butts off.

“why are you laughing so hard?” (jungwon)

“oh its nothing.” she says this as she wipes the tears from her eyes.

after the quiz missions, they had to do the blindfold challenge.

jay (being the annoying ass he is) tried to get ellie to do it with beomgyu, but she didn’t budge.

“you know you want to ellie~” (jay in a mocking tone)

“shut up.”

ended up doing it with jungwon.

giggled so much at the feeling.

held jungwons hands bcs she was “scared”.

“WHAT IS THIS.”

it was cold and- “HARMONICA!”

ellie won the round (as she most def should)

then it was time for the tennis game shat.

OH GOD. what a game.

they went second, after ni-ki, sunoo, yeonjun, and heeseung’s team, so they had time to prepare.

made “small talk” with beomgyu.

(it was literally just her blushing, nodding, and staring in awe the whole time, but beomgyu didn’t seem to mind.)

got really immersed in the game being played in front of them and started clapping every time the other team failed.

sucked at the game (oops).

they almost came in last, but thankfully, she had good teammates.

tripped on her own foot like 80,946 times, suprised she didn’t break a bone.

she would hear one of her members laugh from the sideline and she’d have to try so hard not to laugh.

the next game was ~easy~ as stated by ellie.

“we are the one!” beomgyu said in english, made ellie burst into laughter.

first word was crab, she got that one right (or at least the majority of her teammates picked the same one as her (majority=jungwon and taehyun)

if she was being honest, her team sucked at the game.

its alright though, it was fun.

she liked watching the other teams fail, it was so entertaining to her.

“JAKE ISN’T DOING THE SAME HAND!”

got really defensive for some odd reason.

others found it adorable.

sadly, the episode had to end there.

but THANKFULLY, they were gonna shoot more.

she said her ending ment. and threw finger hearts at the camera.

after the shooting for the first ep. ended, she became close to huening (after finding out he brought his nintendo switch).

they played for so long in the dressing room.

won every time...yep.

“WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD?” (this is hyuka as ellie is absolutely crushing his dreams)

“i dont know, hai.” (ellie with the biggest smug smile on her face)

“its her secret talent.” (heeseung mentions next to her)

“everyone, get ready for the next shoot!”

“darn, let’s play again later!” hyuka says.

ellie nods her head so aggressively (it legitimately almost snapped).

that pretty much sums up the first episode!

(someoneee got a little jealous with the whole beomgyu and ellie ordeal, but i wont name names rn...figure it out for yourself ;))

[byhees]

you being a special mc for music bank.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 400 genre fluff love-struck idol!reader idol au warnings not proof-read — more

a/n. requested!

heeseung would be so transfixed by you. he refuses to accept the fact that there’s someone out there who looks this pretty; fixating on you 24/7, even if your mc partner’s talking right beside you. would nod his head at whatever you’re saying, and hold a tiny smile. he’d be so painfully obvious about it… ;-)

jay would be a little more subtle, just to play it safe, but he’d try to steal little glances. quick looks at your direction during the ‘main point dance’ part, and (unknowingly) claps a tad harder. when the camera stops, he’d linger at the back of the group, and would treasure the additional time to admire your visuals…

jake would be a ton more giggly. like, that joke wasn’t even funny, but he’d be cackling, having to turn to the side to hide the strangely wide grin. finds himself biting his lower lip more frequently, perhaps it’s to prevent him from bursting into a fit of adoring laughter…

sunghoon would somehow manage to stumble on his words when being handed the microphone. he’s starstruck by you— to the point where he forgets the script he memorised. tries to maintain eye contact with you, before, during, and after the interview…

sunoo would make little noises to cheer you on, especially when you happen to forget your script. walks you back to your waiting room after the interview, because he genuinely wants to be friends with you. would be really friendly and sweet, hence helping you feel more comfortable with the new role…

jungwon would try to remain professional, but at times, when you mispronounce words or skip certain lines, he’d smile a little too hard, finding it cute. eye smiles, and eye contact. answers your questions enthusiastically, and tries to rev up the energy by “whoohoo-ing” + doing little hand gestures. he can see the nervousness painted on your face, and does so to relieve some of the discomfort…

riki would try different ways to get your attention. when they’re prompted to make an acrostic poem with their latest title track, he’d try to make it funny, some way or another. would try and hide his giggles, because he doesn’t want to get teased for it. finds you really captivating, and it’s highly likely that his eyes speak volumes…

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