#froyo gives...tips????

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•+*The New Workout Plan*+•

Caitvi x reader Smut ;)

synopsis: Cait and Vi went out of town for their job for a week, leaving you weak and alone..

Smut +18 only, MDNI

Pure filth, Threesome, Dom Caitlyn Kiramman, Switch Vi [mostly dom], Sub Reader, Reader is kind of a brat tbh but like not rlly, subspace??? kinda im not too sure but ill put it here just incase, nudes, lingerie, Mommy and Daddy kink, Praise, Degradation, hair pulling, marking, fingering, strap ons, spitting, pussy slapping, edging, biting, refers to strap as 'cock' and 'dick', begging, trip to strap town with a stop at squirt city, face riding, 'bitch', hickeys, biting kinda Aftercare!!!!

Its been rough without your girlfriends, being all alone for a week is NOT for the faint of heart. They had to go on some business trip for their job, leaving you all alone, making you drive to your Pilates class all by yourself and getting froyo by yourself. Wanting to tease them, you put on their favorite set that you have and you take a cute picture of yourself

you text your groupchat

you: Vi!!! Cait!! :(

Cait<3: What's up princess? is there a problem

You: noo I just missed you guys ;(

You: 1 pic

Cait<3: Look out the window baby

Quickly, you look out the window and see Vi's big truck, they're back and your fucked. You rush to go put on some clothes to greet them outside "Cait! Vi! I missed you!" you hug them and Vi gently bites the shell of your ear, "Saw the picture you sent Sunshine, your so bad for getting us all worked up while we wanted to give you a nice suprise" you squeak as Cait pinches your side "Misbehaving without us? Thought you where better then that honey" damn it,, well..atleast you got to hug them before your punishment!

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"f--fuck p--please c--cait--mommy pleace let me touch" you moan out as cait slowly teases your clit while Vi worked on your folds, she tuts "ah I'm not sure... last time I checked good girls got what they wanted.. isn't that right Vi?" Vi nods and talks into your pussy "m--mhmo h-- oh you've been a bad girl" Cait then tugs Vi’s hair slightly “Dont talk with your mouth full” Vi moans and lifts her head up “m-mm okay Mommy” she then dives in “m-m’ close p-please let me c—um mommy” you moan breathily as you hold your hands together, Cait then pulls Vi’s head our from your thighs “Hold it” she commands getting up from her spot behind you to get between your legs while Vi gets both of their straps.

Cait pins you to the bed with one hand as the other works your messy cunt out “thought you could get away with that hm?” she thrusts harshly only slowing to scissor your insides “thought you could just tease us while we where on the trip?” she licks a stripe up your tummy to your breasts and takes one of your nipples into her mouth, sucking and biting softly "You better be a good girl for us baby, god-- who knows what's gonna happen if you aren't" she gives you a cocky grin, spitting on your chest just to lick it back up again. As she fingers you she can tell how close you are, your whimper's and breaths become quick, your legs tremble more your cunt clenches deliciously around her fingers "Wait a second Princess" she giggles and pulls out, slapping your cunt a few times before bringing her fingers up for Vi to taste "mmph.. so good Princess" she moans softly as she lewdly swallows your juices from around Cait's fingers

As Cait secures the harness around herself Vi presses dark, angry hickeys against your neck and thighs "mmph you gonna be a good girl f' me and mommy?" Then you feel Cait's strap tapping at your mouth "Suck." she commands. Hoping to not piss them off--or at least Cait off, you do as she says and press a kiss to the tip of her strap then you slowly take it into your mouth humming as you do so. Cait moans as you send slight vibrations directly to where her clit and the base of the strap meet "being a good girl for once I see" she takes a handful of your hair and forces her strap down while Vi begins to push into your folds softly "Say peach if its too much okay baby? or tap Mommy's thigh three times" Vi says, finally bottoming out so you can feel her large, girthy, cock. With a moan you nod your head, struggling to say something along the lines of 'okay daddy' as you swallow Caitlyn's dick.

You moan and clench up around Vi "oooh I think someone here is bouta' cumm" she teases, halting her movements and looking at Cait to give the final call if you should get your release or not “Hmm do you think you should be able to cum?” Cait asks you, pulling your head off of her strap “M—mhm—p-please Mommy p—please Daddy lemme c—Ah~—cum” you whine and beg desperately as Vi’s thumb finds your clit, toying with you and keeping you on edge. Vi tuts "I think you can beg better then that princess" she takes her thumb away, slapping your messy cunt a few times "lemme hear it babes" Vi ghosts her thumb against your clit more as Cait slaps her strap against your cheeks "Come on, beg for mommy and daddy" you can hear her cocky chuckles "M-mommy ah-! daddy please--please lemme cu--m I'll b' the bes--ohhhghguuhh--best girl for you pp--please mo-mmmy ah! p--please dAddy~" you whine out as they make out on top of you, both fighting for dominance. Under them you feel like a toy in the best way possible, truth be told, you love it when they fight for dominance over you, you especially like it because one of them always ends up being a little subby, kind of like you right now. They eventually break the kiss, ending because Vi comes, just by strapping you down "go make our girl come Vi. Now." Cait commands as she takes her strap off and lowers her pussy onto your hungry mouth "eat." she then feverishly makes out with Vi while riding your face.

Its all too much for you. Caitlyn's sweet wet juices all over your face, her clit bumping the tip of your nose while yours gets tortured by Vi's middle and ring finger as she thrusts into your hungry cunt rapidly "fucking take it bitch--" Vi moans softly into Cait's mouth "C--Close" Cait whines and speeds up her movement, Vi doing the same to make you moan into her cunt "Fuck-- same" Cait's hand finds Vi's clit and rubs it to add to her pleasure "O--oh gosh!'" you moan into Cait's messy--messy pussy as you lap up her juices, squirting in the process "Shit baby.." Vi says as her whole bottom half is covered in you. Cait gets off of you breathlessly, laying next to you as Vi pulls out and lays between you two "God we need a bath.."

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After a quick power nap, Vi gets up and runs a bath for the three of you, her orgasm not effecting her that much due to her extensive stamina. You then feel two pairs of strong arms lower you into a warm body of water, quickly joining in with you "Thank you mommy" you cuddle up to Cait "No babes, s' just Cait and Vi now okay?" she clarifies, rubbing shampoo into your hair as Vi massages your body "Mhm that's right cutie. S' just Cait and Vi" she kissed your collarbones softly, as opposed to the harsh hickeys she left in the same spots.

After the three of you bathed each other and got the care you needed they take you out of the bath to dry you off and brush your hair, feeling a little bad after your kind of harsh session "you okay princess?" Cait asks, blow drying your hair away from your skin "m-mhm.. that was nice" you say sleepily, Vi then comes back with your favorite pajama set, a cute tank top and its matching shorts "this is the one right babes?" she kisses your temple and holds your hand to help you get dressed. They both appreciate these domestic moments, even if its right after a rough session, they just like taking care of you. Yes, they do know that you are well prepared to take care of yourself, but they cant help but baby you sometimes, they just love you so much! Cait carries you to the bed and sets you down on the fresh sheets "you okay to sleep honey? got everythin' you need" she whispers into your ear, kissing the shell "mhm m' okay.. jus' need you guys" they both let out a small 'aw' as they cuddle into you from both sides "G'night, love you guys" you say sleepily "love you to Princess, and you too Vi g'night" Cait settles into her spot "G'night babes, love you guys" Vi mumbles, her words slurred as she quickly passes out.

you lucky duck

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I hope you guys love this!! click here for Aftercare hcs [it'll be linked in a few hours if your early]

umm when caitvi sesbian lex scene drops im sorry for the persom im going to become.

tags but just for this fic because they commented :)

@ethandelgado1 @ cleeblatt but they wouldnt link the right acc @vivispace @lightningferel @orbitsaturn

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hieee it’s your number one fan ^_-

one idea i’ve had rattling around in my mind is reader/mc seeing hange through a shared college class and since hange stood out to them, they end up seeing them like EVERYWHERE on campus and then mc/reader is bored in class and doodles hange, giving it to them with a note that’s like “you’re cute, so i drew you”

and you can do whatever you wish after that, i hope this is enough to go off of and isn’t boring as a request :P #need that pining and yearning

❝ANTHROPOLOGY❞ ✧ ೃ༄

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ hange x gn!reader college au one shot - in which you become infatuated over a stranger in your class . . . wc 3.7k *ੈ✩‧₊˚so much yearning, may your heart swell <3

That goddamn metronome clicks, back and forth, and back and forth, just how it always does, but today is different. There’s a pebble in your shoe and it’s been there since the first day of the semester; but it isn’t just any pebble. The pebble is quiet, articulate, and stupidly tall. It wears masculinity like a dying leaf, in all browns and murky warm-toned clothing which caught your eye. Of course, this pebble isn’t a rock, it’s the person sitting two rows and five seats to your left during the two hour lecture of your anthropology class. 

You feel like a mad-man for the way you stare at them - but hey, as long as they can’t feel your eyes boring into the back of their head, it’s fine. The pen in your hand softly taps in between each methodic click of that metronome. Your head rests in the nested cup of your palm as you try your best to focus, but your professor is a bore and he’s been explaining the same chapters you’ve read twice now in goring detail. So, you decide. 

Maybe you’re psychotic. Ymir certainly thinks so, and she isn’t shy about letting you know that either. 

“Have you talked to them?” she asked as the two of you shared an after work froyo, four days after the first encounter. 

“Absolutely not,” you replied so quickly she had to laugh. 

“Well, one may think that’s the first step, unless you plan on stalking them the rest of your life.”

“I don’t know, you’re kinda onto something with the stalking…”

Maybe it is psychosis. Because as of late, they’ve been everywhere. At the library, in line at the campus cafe, your trek through the food court, and you swear on a rainy night you saw them in the parking lot of your college apartments; but as the person with the same shaggy bun on their head walked under a street lamp, you realized it was only your hopeful wishing. Months into the semester, it’s only seemed to worsen. At times it even pisses you off. 

There isn’t a valid reason to be upset at them, you don’t even know their name yet you sit here, staring and fuming as that metronome clicks. That anger isn’t their fault, you know this. The anger is yours and yours only, because, with these months having gone by, you still haven’t spoken a single word to them. If it weren’t for their own bold curiosity, you very well wouldn’t have even heard their voice.

To this day, you remember it: you say gender has no spiritual significance, then how do you define gender through the eyes of indigenous groups?

Their voice was as broad as it was sure of itself - all mumbled and slightly intoxicating. Normally, you roll your eyes at unnecessary inquisitions - this day in particular, class was already five minutes over time and by the stunned look on your professors face you knew the old man was about to blab for another ten - but you watched from a distance as your pebble bit the tip of their pen and intently listened to his stumbling response. 

Your anger is directed at yourself, because who the hell would let themself become so entwined in someone whose name is still a mystery? Who the hell wouldn’t just bark up the courage to ask. You know the answer - it just had to be you. 

Your tapping pen stops as your eyes drop to the blank page of your notes. The ball point tip grates down against paper and you begin to scribble. From two rows and five seats to your left, the bridge of their nose is prominent and it’s the first thing you begin to sketch down. 

As your professor blabs on, you recall how it wasn’t their appearance that first seemed to entrance you - but obviously, it surely doesn’t help. It was their demeanor which hooked you. The way their head hangs low and how fast they walk and how much their fingers twitch and the way they nearly trip every time they dash up the stairs of the lecture hall to leave. They’re awkward and bulky, like they don’t even know how to use their body and god it drives you fucking mad. 

One time in particular, the time you nearly died, the two of you unknowingly clashed at the exit doors. They were the first to grab the handle, and it was in a mix of a flustered chest and headphones blaring in your ears which made your mouth part. For the first time, they looked at you. They actually fucking looked at you before their cheeks wrinkled with a smile, something awkward and societally forced. 

“Sorry, go ahead,” they told you, and in your bashfulness all you did was nod, return a societally forced grin, and flee. Later that night you nearly damned yourself to hell for being so stupid. 

Thank you!

What are you doing after this?

Please just fucking notice me.

Would that have been so hard to say? Your head shakes as you think of it now, as your pen faintly maps out the structured shape of their profile. Drawing is a nasty habit and not one you spend much time on, but you know if it paid the bills you’d get a useless art degree rather than being a useless anthrope. 

There’s a break in the scene; it comes as your eyes dart to movement as your pebble slouches in their seat, spreading their lanky legs and you shift in your seat you can’t seem to stand yourself. You have to be god damn crazy to react this way to someone you’ve never met. But maybe, that’s just it. 

This infatuation, this near obsession which brings your eyes back down to your page, maybe it’s all a dream. A fantasy where you imagine who this person is, who they could be, and it’s everything you want. God knows if even half of it is true, but that doesn’t matter. You debate tearing the page out and crumbling it into nothing, but your pen has a mind of its own. Your obsession seems to have a mind of its own, as without much thought you work out the intricacies of their hair. 

Today, they wear it like usual. It’s dark brown and messy and the strands which frame their face look like they could use a wash; how endearing. It looks like they just run a hand through in the morning and clip it up the back of their head. The ends fray like unfurled hay and a few straggling pieces fall down their neck, all pooling together in the back of their flannel. 

As they go to scratch the side of their head, you take note of every ring on their finger. There’s only two silver ones, the other hand has none. At the very least you know they’re not married. 

You draw them just as such. By each chunk, by each imperfection. Then it comes to their glasses. 

They're oval lenses with thin metal frames. They catch the hook of their nose perfectly and rest just at the sacred bump jutting out by their eyes. You only need to make a few, quick scratches to imply it, and the second you do your heart thumps by how they’re coming to life on your page.

You’ve always been an imaginative child, so it came as no shock to you when you found yourself imagining them by your side the other day. In line at the cafe, you thought freely of the conversations you’d have with them accompanying you. You’d want to have their order memorized, you’d have to and it’d be no burden on your brain because all of them is everything you want to know…how fucking pathetic. But your patheticness reached a whole new level when, like some sick manifestation, they appeared behind you. 

Some asshole rode a skateboard directly through the center of the court, its wheels made a horrible noise against the polished floors, and you looked. For one second, you saw the guy zooming out the other side, but in the next second your eyes flicked up and found the stare of the pebble digging your foot. 

Maybe it was rude, how quickly you looked away and turned back around. But what the fuck else was there to say? 

Oh hey! You actually made it to my dreams last night, bit of an upgrade from just watching you all the time, might as well be going steady now!

You looked ahead, straight. Back straight. Breath hitched. And like a zombie you placed your order and entered purgatory as you were forced to stand and wait. You watched the entire time as they ordered after you. They smiled wide at the barista and it rubbed you so wrongly you had to look away. Your arms crossed as you turned the volume up, blasting your music instead of simply listening with the wired headphones you fiddled with. It rubbed you so wrongly that you didn’t notice they moved to wait next to you until it was too late. Like a fish out of water, you began to struggle.

Everything began to feel automated and held under the microscope; as if they’d be paying as much attention to you as you were to them. They weren’t on their phone, they weren’t even plugged in like you. They were there, present and quiet and tall and just as the barista called your name, they opened their mouth and closed it all the same as you pushed yourself from the wall and made an escape. It didn’t hit you until you were out in the open sun that if you had stayed you certainly would have at least learned their name. 

They stick to the same type of clothes: what you’d imagine is in the men's section at a thrift store. The first time you saw them they had dark brown trousers, an off white shirt, and a brown jacket on. The second time was the same, but under their jacket they had an extra flannel. The third, they opted out of the jacket all together, leaving them in just a flannel that’s haphazardly cut at their hip. And yes, you remember it all. 

Today, you draw their flannel in a mess of criss-crossed lines. It’s nothing fancy, nothing intricate or accurate, but you’d know exactly who it is by now. You start with their hands and this, you get excited for. Their hands are long and their fingers are thin, bony things with flat nail beds and bitten up cuticles. You know because the day they reached for the door first you quickly noted every single detail as if you’d never have the opportunity to again. You sketch each hand out, one keeping a pen to their lip - the exact way they’ve proven to be a habit as they sit doing just that now - and the other is marked in wide spread over the chairs folding desk. 

You draw each and every finger exactly, with small scratches marking veins, as if you were put on earth just to do so. 

With that, you finish, and sit back to admire your work. Fuck this class, but if it means you get to do this for hours, maybe you don’t mind it. But your professor announces the end and as people begin to pack and make way to leave, your heart patters. 

Your pebble moves. They close their notes and slide their book into a book bag at their feet, and you panic. 

“Well, would you actually want to date them?” Ymir pried that day, over froyo, regarding your confession of a secret obsession. 

With a spoonful of goodness in your mouth, you mumble, “I mean, yeah. Eventually, maybe. But I just want to know them, it’s literally killing me that I don’t even know their name.”

“Dude, just ask?” she laughed, and so did you. But it wasn’t truly funny, because you know yourself. It isn’t that simple for you. 

You fell for them from afar and who’s to say you’d still feel the same if you knew them truly. But the thing is, you know you would. As sure as you are of the sun, you’re sure you’d still want the pebble no matter what.

So, as you quickly shove everything into your bag, you neatly tear the page from your notes and scribble down you’re cute, so i drew you right under your sketch. You feel possessed as you stand up and without hesitation skip down two rows just as they approach the aisle. 

They stop, whether by want or because you quite literally block off the exit. And with a slightly shaken hand, you fold the paper and hand it out to them. 

“Here,” is all you say. Your eyes can’t bring themself to their stare, you can’t risk embarrassing yourself like that if they choose to reject you. Instead your gaze bores into the collar of their shirt. Their flannel is held together right at their neck by one button. But the second they touch the note, slipping it between two long fingers, you decide to look.

Standing before you, with a bag slumped over their shoulder, they take the note with a light hearted expression. They’re not exactly smiling, but they’re certainly not upset either. 

In another world, you’d like to think you’re the brave one. You’d like to think you were the one boasting armor and swords, fearless on the battlefield. But in this life, you drop your hand, give them one firm grin, and just as they say a hesitant thanks, you turn the other way and leave. 

They don’t follow you out. You even wait a few extra seconds to see if they’d try, but as someone else pushes the door open, you catch them inside. Standing there, head down as they stare at the note they unfolded. This is enough to twist your stomach and send you flying towards Ymir. 

-

“Oh my fucking god, did you write your number?!” Ymir exclaims, stopping in her steps as the two of you walk the quad. 

You turn, looking around before shushing her, “No, I didn’t write my number, I was too busy on not letting my heart fucking combust.”

“You pussy!” she shoved a handful of chips in her mouth, chewing in  between words.

Rolling your eyes, you continue your stride. “It’s fine. I’m fine. I’ll just see them next week, where they can tell me how much of a weirdo creep I am directly to my face.”

She chuckles before she joins your side again. “You amaze me. You won’t ask for their name, won’t talk to them like a normal person, but what you will do is sit there for two hours drawing them and handing it to them like a-”

“You don’t have to remind me! Trust me! I know.” 

“Good. At least you know. And I can’t wait to see how the hell you handle this week after that.” 

“Like a goddamn chump, Ymir, I screwed myself,” your hands shove their way inside your jacket pockets like a true loser. 

“You know what, no,” she counters though, placing her crumb covered hand on your shoulder, “Anyone who’d receive a note like that from you is the luckiest son of a bitch alive, and if this asshole doesn’t love it then they don’t deserve it.”

You look over at her, your eye gleaming for a moment before you flash a witty smile. “Wow, Ymir. I’d think you were the one secretly in love here if I didn’t know any better.”

She scoffs before pulling away. “I take offense, I thought I was the only butch in your life.”

“Such a travesty,” you sigh dramatically, and after a few smiling seconds the two of you laugh before making it to your car. 

-

The next week is grueling. Work feels like torture, but being home is worse. Here, you spend your hours thinking and thinking and venting to Ymir on the couch. God bless her, because she hasn’t once told you to shut up about it. 

That is until the day of your next anthropology class. 

“What if they show up and walk directly up to me and shoot me with a gun,” you spit it all out with feigning seriousness, just as Ymir points a finger at you from the couch. 

“Shut the fuck up. What did we talk about? What’s the plan?” she sternly scolds you as you sway in the doorway. 

Your head falls back with a sigh, “‘Hi, I’m sorry for running off so quickly, my name is y/n, what’s yours?’ like that?” your voice drops as you look at her, “Is that how you want me to say it?”

“Fantastic.” she claims, and with that and a roll of your eyes, you’re off to lecture. 

-

When you enter the lecture hall, they’re not here. You take a few reluctant steps down the aisle as your eyes patiently skim every seat and every head. They’re nowhere. You swallow so dryly that when you finally do take your seat you have to wash your worries down with water. 

It isn’t until ten minutes into class that the door opens from behind. You don’t look, and that’s your mistake. The pebble bouncing around in your shoe for months decides to take a seat, not just near you, but right next to you amongst a slew of empty chairs. 

Your eyes widen when you notice, when their long hand reaches for the fold out desk and pulls it down over their lap with a sigh. They smell like fresh rain and mint and it’s devastating as you shift in your seat, pretending not to care. But under the current of your professor's voice, they speak directly into your ear. 

“You know, I had to wait outside for a bit to make sure you’d have a seat already,” they keep themself low and throaty and for a moment you swear to god you feel their lips against the shell of your ear. 

You continue staring straight. You refuse to look at them. It’s the only way you can keep yourself composed. “Why would you do that?” you ask, afraid. 

They sniffle, they clearly have a runny nose with this weather, and you watch in peripheral view how their knees spread wide just to mock you. “Because I needed to make sure I could sit next to you.”

“Why?” you whisper. Luckily, you're far enough back that your quiet voices are lost towards the front. 

“So you could draw me again,” they say without fear. Like this isn’t the end of your world. 

Your head snaps to them out of instinct and you’re forced to admire the way they only watch you. They don’t mind the lecture, they haven’t even pulled out their notes like you have. It’s like the only thing keeping them tied to this room is you and the pen in your hand. 

Your eyes skim down their face for the first time with such detail. Their skin is patchy with a small resemblance of a tan, littered with tender moles that sink into their cheek, their chin, down their neck even and as you notice the few that peek out from their shirt, you snap back up to the small smile poking at their lip. 

Those eyes drop again, not out of observation but with a flush of anxiety as your mouth parts. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” that smile worsens, “you already have.”

“Yeah, but that was different,” your voice is too quiet for them to hear the way it trembles. 

“How was it different?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

Your mouth mimics theirs as it twitches into a dumbfounded grin. “Because you weren’t right in front of my face looking at me.”

Their brow makes a move down their face before their eyes do the same. Through their oval lenses they scan you over, “Would you rather me not look at you?”

Your lips open and close as you piece something together. “I would just, not…” but you lose it. Your face turns hot and you can’t for the life of you get it together. “I don’t know.”

But the pebble smiles. You’re sure they’d chuckle if it weren’t for your precarious situation of trying to keep quiet. “If it helps, I think you’re cute too.”

Your lips pull into your mouth as you nod slowly, even slower you look away, damning yourself down to your open notebook and pen. “Cool.”

“So…can you draw me again?” they lean in at that, whispering again, “Detailed though. I want a full portrait. I’ll commission you with lunch after this, if you want?”

You don’t look at them, you can’t. Your mouth presses into a tight-line smile unavailable to them as you click your pen and silently nod your head. And for the rest of the two hour lecture, you use up all the artistic skills you’ve earned to draw them. This time, you’re precise. You don’t chicken scratch, you paint them in with faint layers of blue ink until their likeness becomes uncanny on your page for the second time. All the while, your pebble watches as you bring them to life, in between your studying glances where you focus on one feature at a time; their eyes, their nose, the sunken bags under their lashes, and their lips - thin and beautiful and perfectly pink. 

Every time you look their way, they pull from your work in progress and meet you. They don’t care that you’re not paying attention to them, just their face. By the time class ends, you’ve filled the page with an exact replica of this stranger who’s successfully infatuated you. And by the look on their face when you offer it to them, they’re more than satisfied. 

Their smile halves as they sink into their chair, holding the page with worrying hands of messing it up. “Damn,” they mumble.

You feel yourself swell, like there’s something horrible growing inside your chest until you spit it out, “Yeah, I accept tips too.”

Still examining your work, they ask, “What do you have in mind?”

Ymir would be proud as you face them, “What’s your name?”

At this, they look at you with the same expression you’d give a struggling toddler. “Hange,” they say so simply, as if this question hasn’t burned a hole straight through you.

Hange. 

You smile, and as people begin to leave they close your notebook for you. “Let’s get going then, huh.” 

first request team...im so happy to be doing this, thank you for the request :,)

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Chapter Seventeen: ...But There's Karaoke

The Farmer's Daughter - (A WandaNat Story)

I really need people to start reading this because this chapter is my favorite, and they're so fucking cute and dumb.

Masterlist . Tag list: @xenaizogie

Summary: Natasha takes Wanda on a date, and while it doesn't go exactly to plan, Wanda and Natasha agree it was the best first date.

Word Count: 6.6K (its a long one)

Content: Protective Pietro, Soft Wanda, Soft Natasha, Dating, Drinking, Other Marvel Characters, Karaoke

Wanda nodded and let the music she qued up play in the background. "So, can I guess where we're going?"

"You can." Natasha moved her right hand from the steering wheel to the middle console. Wanda took notice, and her left hand found its way to the middle console. "Mini golf?"

Natasha shook her head. "Froyo?" Wanda asked next. "You have that around here?" Natasha hadn't had frozen yogurt in a long time. Wanda nodded esthetically."'Maybe that'll be where I take you." Natasha raised her eyebrows. "Oh! You think you're getting a second date just like that?"

Wanda squeezed Natasha's hand. The redhead glanced over at Wanda for a brief moment. "Natasha, we've already had sex and have upgraded ourselves to pet names. Frankly, if there's no second date, what the hell are we doing here."

She kept her green eyes on Natasha as she spoke. Natasha could feel them as she squeezed Wanda's hand back. The tips of her fingers nailing down the details in Wanda's rings.

"Froyo it is." Natasha smiled wider and let out a small chuckle.

Wanda loved it.

"It's not the movies..." Wanda went back to guessing. "Art museum?" Natasha once again shook her head. "But I did think about that. Along with a whole lot of other places." Wanda clicked her tongue and hummed. She was about to make another attempt at a guess when Natasha made a turn onto a road Wanda knew all too well.

Her eyes scanned the shops and street parking as Natasha made another turn.

Oh, Natasha had no idea what she just did. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw something in Wanda's face. Natasha luckily parked the car in front of the establishment as people exited and entered the place with smiles. "Is this okay?"

Wanda's face wasn't giving anything, and that made Natasha's mind race. "Yeah!" Wanda said after a second longer of silence. Natasha was unconvinced as they exited the car. "Hey..." Natasha stopped Wanda as she stepped up onto the curb.

Natasha taking a second to think of her words and to look over Wanda looking lovely.

"I want you to know that I didn't want us to go somewhere overly fancy or overwhelming for our first date. But I can find somewhere else if you don't like this." Wanda purses her lips in thought, making Natasha scramble even more.

Wanda hadn't seen her nervous like this before.

"Listen, it's a bit cliche, yes! But I thought it was cute! I googled other places around here, too! And places in the city, but I figured that'd be hectic, so I chose here! The cat cafe sounded cool, but we never talked about your thoughts on cats, so I said no to that, and this place says it's won awards in the past!

Once Natasha catches her breath, Wanda grins. Natasha just looks at her.

"This is fine. I like this place." Wanda says as she looks at Natasha again. "I promise."

"Are you sure?"

Wanda nods.

"Okay... so why the look?" Of course, Wanda got caught. She cleared her throat and moved her Barbie purse up her shoulder slightly. "I'll show you." Her eyes are kind as she extends her hand to drag Natasha up the curb and into the Ice Cream Shop calledMuffins.

Natashafollowed along while her mind couldn't stop thinking about Wanda's vague words. It wasn't until Wanda moved further past the building doors to a wall of photos that Natasha understood.

"Look right here." Wanda pointed at a framed picture from three years ago. Natasha's mouth dropped, and she felt her body warm up from embarrassment. She turned her head to Wanda. "Are you telling me that on our first date, I took you to a place you used to work at???"

It was cute seeing Natasha whine.

"Like I see Natasha, I'm fine- in fact, this is cute! And will make a good story!" Wanda couldn't help but giggle, not making Natasha feel any better about her choice. "I promise." Wanda then held up her pinky to Natasha with a precious smile.

No matter what Natasha thought or felt, it melted away when she looked at Wanda.

She was down bad.

Natasha held up her pinky and linked it around Wanda's. "Then let's have some ice cream." Natasha smiled as their hands fell before they went to stand in line. "Also, why is it called Muffins?" Natasha asked as she not so shyly went to hold Wanda's hand.

The act made Wanda's stomach flutter as the butterflies that she had for weeks in her stomach were officially Mothra-sized.

She had already fallen for Natasha, but this was something more.

"I knew at one point but forgot..." Wanda replied because her brain was too busy trying to think of all the places to go, Natasha picked this one. It was as if the universe had stepped in or something. Wanda then laughed because, of course, when Natasha told her to pick out an outfit that wasn't fancy, but meanwhile, she and Natasha dressed to impress.

Wanda's eyes moved back to Natasha as she read the menu on the board. "What are you thinking?" Natasha kept her eyes up as she answered. "I'm thinking I should've asked you if you were lactose intolerant before bringing you here."

Wanda laughed loudly as her head fell against Natasha's shoulder, earning a laugh from her as well.

"Thankfully, I'm not. Would've made working here a different experience, don't you think?" Natasha looked down at Wanda and shrugged with a smile before saying: "Mint."

Wanda, confused, looks back at Natasha.  "What?"

"Mint Chocolate Ice Cream. That's what I'm thinking about. What about you?" Wanda's cheeks were already hurting from smiling as she leaned into Natasha while looking at the board.

She had never felt this comfortable with anyone. She also had never felt more nervous or aware of their actions around someone prior to Natasha as well. But it made sense. Having someone like Natasha made sense.

Wanda smiled as her eyes found the flavor she wanted. Her thoughts changed from Natasha to having the first taste of her ice cream.

"Pumpkin?!" Natasha asked for the fourth time as she and Wanda sat on metal chairs across from one another at a flimsy table. Wanda hid her smile behind the waffle cone and licked her treat. "It's summer!" Natasha exclaimed as she opened her mouth to try the cooling mint.

Oh, this shit was good.

"I can see why you worked here." Natasha immediately changed her tune, making Wanda laugh as the orange ice cream slid down her throat.

Wanda had more fun on this date than she had in a long time.

Plus, it was cute discovering how much of a messy eater Natasha was when it came to ice cream.

Wanda felt her phone vibrate from the pocket in her jumpsuit and decided to ignore it as Natasha started to shyly ask questions about Wanda's time working at Muffins. Wanda answered the questions with truths, lies, and laughter once the lies were discovered.

On the other side of the table, Natasha couldn't get over how fucking hot and cute Wanda was being. Even when she finally pulled her phone out while delicately making sure not to spill her slowly melting ice cream onto her phone.

"It's Darcy," Wada said before she tried to hide her laughter. Her eyes looking up at Natasha and down at her phone rapidly. "What?" Natasha asked as a droplet of the white ice cream fell onto her black turtleneck.

She had no idea.

Wanda looked up from her phone and sighed with a smile as she faced it to Natasha.

"did she really take you to muffins???? 💀"

"I didn't know!" Natasha groaned while looking at the words on the screen. "Wait, how does she know?" Natasha hadn't seen Wanda on her phone at all until this moment.

"We have each other's location. Safety reasons, plus, in case you couldn't tell, Darcy loves to live vicariously through everybody."

Natasha softly nodded. This all made sense. "You're still enjoying this, right?"

Wanda set her phone on the table and looked at Natasha's eyes. She could see the worry, concern, and potential hurt in them. "Nat..." Wanda spoke gently. "I think this is great. It's not a typical first date, but I like that. I've had more fun with you than anyone else in a long time. So what if I worked here?" Natasha pulled her free hand out, and Wanda grabbed it and brushed her thumb over Natasha's. "Plus, it's a funny story."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Sadly, it is."

"Wanda!!" Wanda jumped at the loud voice coming around the side of the ice cream chest into the lobby. It was from a tall man with a muscular build and blonde hair. He wore a button-down blue shirt and one of those old soda fountain hats.

Wanda removed her hand from Natasha's as she turned her body to the man who stopped at their table.

Now, who the hell was this?

"Steve!?" Wanda sounded shocked as she looked up to the man, who was nothing but smiles. "Peggy thought she saw you, but I just had to see for myself. How are you?" The man asked as his blue eyes darted towards Natasha. It looked as if he was waiting for Wanda to introduce them. "I'm great!" Wanda answered as she smiled genuinely at the older man.

Natasha tore her eyes away and went back to her ice cream. Taking a bite as Steve started talking.

"Home for the summer?" Wanda nodded. "Schools great, though." Steve smiled, and once again, his eyes darted to Natasha. Wanda noticed this time and put her free hand to her head. "Oh, right! Steve, this is my- this is Natasha!"

My??

Natasha heard it and froze slightly before Steve stuck his hand out. He took note of the tags hanging from her neck. Natasha shook his hand and maybe applied some force. But Steve took it like a champ. "Hi!" Natasha said as her hand dropped to the table.

"How do you know each other?" Steve asked Natasha as he pointed in between her and Wanda. "She works for my dad," Wanda spoke up, and Steve raised his eyebrows. "Oh! Well, you got a great job then." Natasha smiled at that and peeked at Wanda. "Don't I know it?"

Suddenly, Steve noticed that this maybe wasn't just friends hanging out... He cleared his throat and smiled at Wanda. "Well, it was nice to see you again." He turned to Natasha. "And to meet you as well!"

Both girls smiled as Steve walked away.

"So Steve..." Natasha started as another drop of the ice cream fell onto her shirt. Wanda looked at the green eyes across from her. "He was a manager, nothing more." Natasha knew that, of course, but she wanted to tease Wanda just the slightest.

Natasha nodded. "Of course." Wanda looked at her and could tell she meant it. So she softened her eyes but quickly found herself laughing. "What?" Natasha said as yet ANOTHER drop fell onto her black turtleneck.

How was she not noticing?

"Natasha, look down!" Wanda spoke through fits of laughter. Natasha heard Wanda's wheezes and grumbled at her own mess. "How the fuck?" She questioned as she wiped up the ice cream.

As Natasha returned to the table with her cone upside down in a bowl, Wanda was still laughing. "There!" She propped it up proudly before another voice broke the two from their moment.

"Sestra!" Natasha became paralyzed as she didn't dare to look up. However, across the table, Wanda was wide-eyed and looked at her brother with shock.

"Pietro!?" She questioned as she almost choked on her ice cream.

Her brother was wearing a grin in addition to his dark jeans and giant plaid shirt. Natasha could see his shoes. His stupid Nikes. Stupid!

Why the fuck was he here?

"What's going on?" He questioned as he stepped closer. "Is this a date?" He asked with fake surprise. Wanda wasn't sure if he genuinely had a thought as to what was happening or if he was trying to get a rise. Regardless, she shook her head. No.

Yes. Natasha thought.

Pietro hummed. "Good, because Muffins would be a terrible first date." As the words left his mouth, Natasha's eyes graciously gave Pietro the time of day. He smiled. "I'm just kidding." He said while looking at Natasha.

Wanda was taking note.

"Date or not. I was on my way to Mavericks and saw your car, and then I saw you two. So feel free to join." Pietro shrugged as he walked away. Natasha thought he was leaving, but he was actually getting in line.

No, not to buy ice cream, but to try the free samples until Steve kicks him out.

"Don't tell me he has your location too?" Natasha sighed as she put her spoon in and out of her ice cream. Wanda saw how Natasha's shoulders slumped slightly. "We don't have to go," Wanda said, making Natasha look at her. "What even is it?" Natasha asked. She didn't remember seeing a place on Google called Mavericks.

"It's one of those Karaoke/arcade bars. Like they have karaoke rooms but places to game and let loose."

From how Wanda said it, it made it sound like she wouldn't mind going. "I haven't done Karaoke in forever..." Natasha said as she put a spoonful into her mouth. Wanda leaned in a bit. "Could be fun... plus I think Pietro knows...." Natasha knew what she meant.

Also, if they went to Mavericks, there would be a good chance Pietro wouldn't say anything.

"But if you had more planned, then please let's go with that." Wanda is genuine and delicate in her words. Natasha shrugged and moved her head around playfully. "A walk in the park and then stopping by that pizza place on the corner."

"Ice cream first and then pizza?" Wanda questioned. Natasha laughed. "Just in case you were hungry! Plus, pizza is a classic date food. It's in like every rom-com."

Oh, so Natasha watched rom-coms?

Wanda was sure to save that information for future reference.

"However, Mavericks doesn't sound too bad," Natasha said as Pietro stopped in front of their table once again. He had a cup with a spoonful of birthday cake ice cream, chocolate syrup, and sprinkles. "So you coming?" He asked with his mouth full.

Wanda nodded for her and Natasha. "Yeah. We'll join." Pietro did a small dance that only a brother would do to annoy his sister, who rolled her eyes.

"Once again, sorry about him," Wanda said as their feet hit the sidewalk. Natasha was finishing up her ice cream. "It's okay. I've convinced myself he was dropped on his head more than once as a baby."

"Hey!!!" Pietro turned his head back as he walked ahead of the other two. "Sestra, she's not nice!" Wanda shook her head and offered Natasha a taste of her pumpkin ice cream for the fifteenth time before tossing the last of it when Natasha said no.

Natasha did the same with her last spoonful of mint chocolate chip, and Wanda also declined.

"Here we are!" Pietro triumphantly cheered with his arms as they stopped in front of the guy dressed in all black outside of Mavericks. "IDs?" The man with a name tag that said Greg on it asked in a deep voice.

It was already pretty busy by the time the three got inside. Now that the sun had gone down and the nightlife of the summer came out.

Wanda noticed the way Natasha's eyes worked the room. Finding the exits and scanning the people around. She did this at the beer garden in the city as well. "Hey." Wanda wrapped her hand into Natasha's. Natasha jumped slightly at the touch before relaxing into Wanda's hold. "Sorry."

Wanda shook her head. "It's okay." Pietro had walked away to the group of friends he was meeting. "Do you want a drink?" Wanda asked. "I'm driving," Natasha replied, even if having one or two drinks wasn't so bad.

"I can drive."

Wanda's eyes met Natasha's. "Get whatever you want to drink, and I'll have the same only once." Natasha wanted to protest, but Wanda gave her that smile that made Natasha melt. "Okay." Natasha ended up saying before squeezing her hand and leaning into her body.

"I hope you don't mind this," Wanda asked about how touchy feeling she was being. "Not at all. I think I realized it's one of your love languages."

The sentence and that word slipped from Natasha faster than she could stop it. I mean, she could say it, right? There was nothing wrong with that... right? Natasha held her breath as she wanted Wanda to say anything, but all the brunette did was smile and nod.

Wanda heard that word and noticed how it felt perfect falling from Natasha's mouth. "And what do you think yours is?" She asked Natasha, letting the woman exhale. "Acts of service."

Wanda threw her head back and laughed. "Shut up. I know how it sounds." Natasha rolled her eyes as the bartender finally acknowledged them

Ex-militaries favorite love language is acts of service.

Once Natasha and Wanda had their drinks halfway gone, they decided to find Pietro and his group's karaoke room. "Ah, finally!" Wanda's brother forever, the child cried as Natasha and Wanda sat in the corner of the couch. The door closed behind them.

All eyes were on Natasha.

"Natasha," Pietro spoke up. "I'd like to introduce you to Jean, Scott, and T'Challa." He pointed at each person as he stood in the front of the room with a mini stage. "Guys, this is Natasha. She works on the farm, and she and my sister are—."

"Pietro." Wanda was stern with the way she said her brother's name. He looked right at her, and Natasha could've sworn she had seen him gulp. "I was just going to say friends. They're pals." He darted his eyes towards Natasha before fumbling with the mic in his hand. "Anyways..." He continued talking to his friends. "Don't try and flirt with her. Look at those muscles," Pietro said, making the group chuckle.

They all had eyes and could see how strong Natasha was.

Meanwhile, Wanda didn't like everyone looking at Natasha, scooting herself closer to Natasha's body. Natasha, of course, noticed and put her left arm around Wanda. Pulling her in.

Jean saw this and smiled. She had seen Pietro's sister go through dirtbags and jerks, but Wanda hadn't been like this with them.

"No need to be jealous," Natasha whispered. "I'm not," Wanda whispered back but her lie wasn't believed.

"So, who wants to start?" Pietro offered the mic but took it and sang Mr. Brightside when everyone else agreed they needed to drink more before that was possible.

So after Natasha downed another drink while Wanda enjoyed her water, they watched Jean and Scott belt out the Start of Something New. "You're a genius for picking this one," T'Challa commented to Wanda, who picked the song.

Apparently, it was a fun game the group liked to play. If you get picked by the person on stage to sing next, you have to choose someone to pick your song.

"Thanks, King," Wanda replied, making Natasha turn her head. "Prom King," Wanda clarified to Natasha, making her laugh.

The room erupted into claps as Jean and Scott kissed once they finished. But now is, when Natasha gulped, she could feel the silent conversation that would result in them picking her to sing. However, lucky for Natasha, just as Scott opened his mouth, the door to the room swung open.

It was Darcy.

Wait, it was Darcy?

Wanda was just as shocked and stood up as her best friend entered the room. Natasha took a quick peek at everyone else. Pietro looked curious while the others were probably talking about how many times they'd pick Natasha to sing tonight.

"We'll be right back!" Wanda pushed an unmoving Darcy out of the room to speak to her next to all the loud arcade machines. Natasha was left with her mouth closed but her mind racing. Mainly about Wanda. How she looked tonight. How pretty her eyes were. How touchy-feely she was and how Natasba melted.

If Wanda had told Natasha that she had hung the moon and the stars, Natasha would have believed her.

The feelings were there, but the drinking tonight was definitely pushing her more and more. This is why when Natasha reached for her drink and found it to be missing, she concluded that Wanda grabbed her almost empty glass to get her a new one.

Thus making Natasha feel like a giddy idiot again.

Outside the room, Wanda and Darcy were at the bar. "You look hot!" Darcy complimented her friend, making Wanda slightly blush. "Thank you. You look great, too- wait! Darcy!" Wanda put her head in her hands and looked back. "What are you doing here!?"

"Celebrating!" Darcy cheered as the bartender set down their drinks. "You soft-launched! Plus, I checked the location for Pietro, and I was right. It was Mavericks! So, I called an Uber- well, the group chat, but after that, I called an Uber and came down to celebrate!"

Darcy spoke a million miles an hour as her excitement could not be contained.

Wanda hadn't moved. "What do you mean I soft-launched?! No, I didn't!" Wanda went to check her pocket before remembering her phone was on the couch next to Natasha. "Yes, you did!" Darcy put the small black straw bars give you into her mouth as she pulled up Wanda's Close Friends Story.

The last photo was a picture of Pietro singing in the multicolored lights of the room. However, covering up a small percentage of the right side of the frame was Natasha's figure. Plus, in the bottom corner of the picture, Natasha's hand was on Wanda's covered thigh.

"Shit." It did look like a soft launch. "I was trying to be sneaky!" Wanda whined. "I think it's cute!" Darcy cheered as she bumped Wanda's shoulder. "Who cares if it was an accident? I mean, you two are dating." She said casually.

"We're not. We haven't labeled anything yet," Wanda said, siping Natasha's drink. "Yeah, but you have. You just don't know it yet." Wanda hummed in thought. She knew what Darcy was saying, but no, she and Natasha weren't girlfriends.

This was their first date after weeks of a cat and mouse game, and it was ending at a karaoke bar with her brother and friends.

Wanda shook her head and laughed as she saw Carol and Monica enter the bar. Darcy waved them over. "Congrats on the-" "False alarm, it was an accident!" Darcy stopped Monica from cheering.

"Oh," Carol said. "Should we leave?" Wanda jokingly (kinda) rolled her eyes. "Guys, we're still seeing each other, okay? We like each other. A lot! The picture was an accident, but I don't mind."

Carol and Monica understood as they shared glances with Darcy.

"Can I just say her arm looks so fucking hot in the picture!" Carol said with a huge grin. Natasha's muscles were entirely on display in the picture. "Better than a little weasel, man," Darcy said as she took another gulp of her beverage.

"Anyways! Join us when you're ready, girls." Wanda said with pink cheeks to Carol and Monica at the bar as she drug Darcy away.

She missed Natasha and didn't want to miss her singing.

When the two friends entered the room again, Natasha was on stage. "Oh, thank god," Natasha mumbled into the microphone. She stepped off the mini-stage and took the drink out of Wanda's hand. Practically downing it. "They picked me. I'm nervous."

"I see that." Wanda smiled as Natasha stood close. Darcy smiled politely at the redhead and sat on the couch near T'Challa. "How's the kingdom?"

Natasha focused back on Wanda in front of her. "Your phone was blowing up, by the way. I didn't look, but I put it in my pocket so the table would stop vibrating." She pulled the phone out and handed it back. Wanda looked at it and to Natasha. "Yeah... I kind of posted a picture tonight, and you were in it a little..." Natasha didn't understand the severity of the matter until a few seconds later. "Oh!"

"Is that okay?" Wanda asked, even if it sounded silly, and if Natasha didn't care, she still thought she should get her views on it.

Communication. Isn't that the key to a healthy relationship?

"Of course." Wanda looked up into the dark green of Natasha's eyes. Natasha was being truthful. "Technically, if you count the picture with Butterball, I've already been. What's it called soft-launched?" Wanda relaxed and laughed into Natasha's chest. Almost knocking the drink from her hand.

Carol and Monica entered just in time to see it. They gave their hellos to Pietro and his friends before sitting beside Darcy. "Okay, I know it's early, but I don't think I've ever seen Wanda like this." Monica pointed out. The two other friends agreed. "Fuck Jarvis."

Natasha unwrapped herself from Wanda as she placed her drink on the table in the middle of the room and gravitated again towards the mini-stage. "Woo!" Darcy cheered, making everyone else cheer for Natasha, who couldn't help but awkwardly smile.

"Alright, Natasha. Who's going to pick your song?" Pietro asked with a grin. He wanted to be the one. Natasha wanted to pick Wanda, but Darcy was the most obnoxious as she waved her hands like crazy.

So Darcy ended up picking Heads Will Roll by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

Wanda could feel her friend's eyes dancing back and forth between her and the girl on stage, but Wanda paid them no mind as Natasha stumbled at the first lines of the song before she hit her stride.

Wanda was captivated by the discovery of Natasha's hidden talent.

She couldn't look away.

As the song progressed, Natasha's nerves disappeared, thanks to the supportive friends gathered around as well as the alcohol running through her body. But yet, the final thing that pushed her was the way Wanda looked at her.

Eyes wide with happiness as she danced while sitting.

"Glitter on the wet streets!" Natasha groveled after a dance break on stage to the background music. A smile stretched across her face as she was singing to Wanda.

"Silver over everything! The rivers all wet You're all chrome."

Wanda was jealous of the way Natasha held the microphone. How close it was to her lips. How the heat from the lights around the stage made Natasha sweat.

So when the song ended, and the cheers roared, Wanda jumped up and clapped her hands together before running to Natasha.

Monica leaned over and asked someone if she was drunk.

Natasha let Wanda's body crash into her as she accepted the tight, life-gripping hug. "Sorry." Wanda corrected her actions as she scanned the room of the eyes, watching them, and exited the hug quickly, but Natasha shook her head high on adrenaline. "Don't be!" She squeezed Wanda into a hug again before leaving it.

She loved feeling Wanda against her body. She knew Wanda felt the same but was caught up in the moment.

"You're next!" Natasha hung her index finger above Wanda as she spoke. "Oh, you're evil!" Wanda shook her head before Natasha made a face that made Wanda laugh as her stomach flipped.

"Go sestra!" Pietro ushered his younger sibling (by twelve minutes) up onto the stage. She made it up there with a playful huff. Her eyes scanned over Natasha's body as she high-fived Carol.

Just then, Wanda questioned if she had ever seen Jarvis high-five any of her friends. As a matter of fact, she's pretty sure she never heard him sing.

"You gonna pick someone!?" Scott said with his hands cupped over his mouth, breaking Wanda out of her head. She joined the moment and smiled as looked around the room.

Natasha couldn't get over how cute Wansa looked, especially when the lights would shine across the top of her head. She could see little strands of hair sticking up from the heat in the room. Strands that had fallen out of her messy bun. Darcy watched the way Natasha picked up her cocktail to hide a smile as the redhead's eyes were glued to Wanda's movements.

"Jean!" Wanda decided. Natasha looked over at the other woman who turned to Wanda's friends. "Alright, girls, what should we decide."

"I vote Black Sheep!" Carol announced, making Darcy smack her arm. "No... it's gotta be something poppy... Taylor Swift vibes."

"Style?" Monica suggested, but Darcy wasn't sold. Jean looked at Natasha and gestured for her to come closer. "What do you think Natasha?"

Natasha hummed. She could feel Wanda watching, praying it wasn't an embarrassing song like YMCA. "What about..." Natasha whispered as she looked back at Wanda, who was dressed beautifully in her jumpsuit. Her lipstick was the tiniest bit smudged from the ice cream and stolen kisses earlier. Natasha smiled as she knew Wanda would sing anything, but she thought back to the playlist Wansa skimmed by on her phone earlier. "...Fast Car?"

"I like it," Jean whispered back. Darcy smiled as the rest of them agreed. "Okay." Jean sat straight up and turned to Wanda. "Your song is... Fast Car by Tarcy Chapman."

Wanda smiled and knew this was Natasha's doing. She knew she had seen her playlist before, but the untold truth as to why this song was picked is that for the last couple of days, it's all Wanda has quietly been signing.

It was adorable.

"Alright! Now we're talking!" Scott said as he jumped up to pull it up on the machine. Natasha looked at Wanda, who picked up her thumbs. "You'll do great." She mouthed.

Halfway through the song, Natasha had officially passed the threshold into drunk, but she didn't care. She didn't care about work tomorrow or that Darcy was totally taking pictures of her as she stood up to dance, making Wanda more comfortable in her skin and her own dance moves. She didn't care when everyone else jumped up and sang along as well.

She didn't even care that this was how their first date ended up.

None of it mattered because right here, in this moment, she had her arm around a blushing Wanda belting out Fast Car.

"Hey, you okay?" It was now two hours later, and Natasha was outside, sitting on the curb. Natasha had been relinquished from Wanda's hold after telling her she had to go to the restroom, but that was eight minutes ago. And she was outside. Not in the restroom.

Natasha looked up with glassy eyes. Wanda was keeping an eye on her drunk gir- drunk friend but her eyes appeared to be glassy from something else. "Natasha?" Wanda whispered as she sat on the curb next to Natasha. "What is it?"

Natasha and her were having the most fantastic time so Wanda's brain was rattling around for ANY reason Natadha might be upset.

"It's nothing." Natasha was quiet. "Don't do that. You can tell me. Did I do something?" Natasha shook her head and sniffed before exhaling. "You're perfect," Natasha said before it looked like she was going to cry. As much as Wanda's heartstrings were being pulled on, she wanted nothing more than to smile and giggle at how cute Natasha was being.

Drunk Natasha, on top of being flirty, handsy, and, as Wanda would come to find out, horny. She was also vulnerable.

"Then what is it?" Natasha kept her voice level and eyes placed on Natasha's. "The song..." Wanda knitted her eyebrows together. "The song? What song?" She couldn't think of any specific song that might have been triggering.

"American Pie..." Natasha turned her face towards Wanda. A tear slipped from the corner of her left eye. Wanda was quick to cup her face and wipe away the salty water with her thumbs.

The tender touch felt good on Natasha's fuzzy cheeks. Wanda kept her hands resting on Natasha. "What about the song?" She was carefully as she spoke. "It was Yelena's song."

"Oh... oh babe..." Wanda pulled Natasha into a hug, which the older woman desperately needed. As Natasha's arms held her, Wanda could feel Natasha relax as she kissed her cheek and rubbed her back. "She would play it all the time when we were kids." Wanda listened to every word as Natasha spoke.

How Yelena wore the tape out on it. How it was then the first CD Yelena bought. How Yelena got stuck in Natasha's head all the time.

Wanda listened, and by the time Natasha was done talking, she hadn't cried for a while. Yet her arms remained around Wanda. Slowly, she pulled away, and Wanda followed her lead.

Natasha looked tired when Wanda saw her eyes again. Beautiful but tired.

"Don't apologize. I know you're about to, but don't, Tasha... it's okay." She had herself up against Natasha's body. She turned and kissed the side of Natasha's head. "Plus, you're drunk. It's like a rule that you have to cry while drunk." Wanda lightened the mood.

Yet Natasha was silent for a moment. Lost in thinking about how kind Wanda was being. "I meant what I said...." She said as she refused to look at Wanda again. "You're pretty perfect. Like the second I laid eyes on you, I thought you would just be bratty and annoying. Which you are. Sometimes. But it's perfect. And you made me like you so much. Like forced me too. And I liked it... I like you, Wanda."

Wanda's face glowed brighter with each word Natasha spoke until the end when Natasha lifted her head and kissed Wanda.

Wanda could taste coconut and cranberry on Natasha's lips. She really shouldn't have let Natasha mix and match.

"You always taste like cherries," Natasha whispered to Wanda. "I can get new chapstick if you want me to?" Natasha shook her head. "Only if you want to." She said before kissing Wanda again. Her tongue slid on Wanda's bottom lip, and as much as Wanda wanted to let her in. They were on the sidewalk, and Natasha was past the point Wanda felt comfortable doing anything with. So she ended the kiss and held Natasha's red face.

"I really like you, Natasha. More than last time, we confessed our.... enjoyment... of each other." Natasha exhaled a light laugh through her nose. Wanda had her eyes on Natasha. "Are you feeling better?" Natasha looked at her as if she grew three arms in each side of her body. "Your kiss was just what I needed." Wanda laughed and went to stand up. "Oh my gosh. You're such a flirt."

Natasha shrugged before being helped up. Wanda then helped brush anything off of Natasha after she had the same done to her. "Wanda?"

The brunette turned back to Natasha. "Before we go back in, can I have another kiss?"

Drunk Natasha, on top of being flirty, handsy, and, as Wanda would come to find out, horny. She was also SUPER vulnerable AND NEEDY.

Wanda hoped her way to Natasha. "Okay, but then we're going inside. I'm going to sing Lana to you, and then we'll have Pietro pick up the bill, okay?"

"Just kiss me, Wans."

Inside the bar, while looking for his missing sister and Natasha, Pietro looked out the window just in time to see Wanda's lips leave Natasha's.

Pietro went slack-jawed and froze in place by a claw machine. He had suspected something but a part of him did not think he'd be right. At all.

Pietro tore his eyes away and sighed.

It was Wanda's life. He had accepted that forever ago when he forced her to play football with him, and she kicked the ball so hard it nearly broke his nose. So, as Wanda turned with Natasha's hand in hers, Pietro turned away, but not before he noticed that no one had ever looked at his sister the way Natasha did.

Pietro stopped by the bar and thought.

Natasha was different. He watched as the two came back into the establishment.

Maybe Natasha is what Wanda needed...

dividers by @/benkeibear

[neopuppy]

What abt some hard hour pissplay with Jeno?🤞

I’m going to include this in a fic later. so I guess this could be the teaser.

warnings. nothing explicit, but you know what it is

“Here, take your shirt back.”

Jeno’s lips have lost all their usual pink luster, faded and gone dry, not even a coat of spit can provide enough moisture anymore.

“No—no, it’s fine.” He says between gritted teeth, head shaking with another suspicious glance around the freezer. “It’s not that bad.”

“You’re shaking, and..” Jeno stiffens up, clearly in an attempt to mask that he can hardly handle this anymore. “I’ll be fine, we’re stuck in here together anyways. I’d rather you not die of hypothermia and leave me alone in here with your lifeless body..”

“Thanks.” He brushes off the shirt, nodding back at you to put it back on. “We’re not going to die in here, alright? I have an idea.”

“The vents?”

Jeno’s eyes bulge open, quickly mapping across the ceiling. “There are no vents?”

“What type of shoddy building is this? No vents?!?”

“It’s a freezer.. for frozen yogurt.” Jeno seems more frazzled by your inability to have registered the extensive training he put you through your first week than the unfortunate predicament you’ve landed yourselves in. “Our job is to clean it out. I—“ his teeth clench, twisting his head to the side to silence a hiss.

“Jeno come on, you’re freezing!” Ignoring him, you place his uniform shirt on his back and rub, noting that the friction at least provides warmth against your palms. “You know, we could probably create more body warmth if we help each other out.”

Back muscles go rigid beneath your hands, Jeno’s neck appearing painfully tight as he turns to peer at you from the corner of his eye. “I was thinking..” Jeno says hesitantly, turning his focus to his lap. “If you’re comfortable with it, we could try to hug and..”

“For body warmth?” You interrupt, having the same idea the more your hands defrost. He seems to struggle even more, not from the biting cold but more from nerves, stuttering between each word.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“I’ll do anything at this point Jeno, we have no guarantee Chenle’s lazy will even wake up on time for his shift. It’s not as if he’s notoriously known for being on time.” You shrug, rubbing up and down your own arms now missing your coworkers' larger palms. “Come here.”

Jeno seems more taken aback by your confident embrace, moving yourself onto his lap to wrap around his waist and seek some type of warmth in the crook of his neck, instantly melting down the icicle the tip of your nose was beginning to turn into. “Hold me.”

He sighs, relaxing back against the boxes behind him again, biceps circling around your upper back. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive. You’re shaking so much..” selfishness subsides in favor of logic, if you can keep Jeno warm, he can keep you warm. “Here..” giving your hands a good blow for a minute you reach for his waist, gliding up and down his sides that are still not as chilled as your touch. If anything his body is doing more to warm you up than you’re providing him. “Is this.. does this feel good?”

Jeno’s eyes fall shut tightly, wrinkled up at the corners with pursed lips. He nods rapidly, thighs still jerking up and down under your weight. “You’re lying, you’re still trembling.”

“It’s not because of that.” He grimaces, hands coming to a pause on your arms. “I have to..”

“What?”

Jeno doesn’t want to meet your questioning gaze, gone more tense and with an expression holding back a scream. His grip on your waist squeezes, biting down on his bottom lip before moving you off and jumping up jerkily shaking off his legs.

“I have to use the bathroom.” He says, mostly whimpers, biting on his fingers as he begins to pace back and forth between the lines of froyo containers. “I’m sorry, I have to! I’m going crazy.”

He really wants to scream that he’s about to piss himself, doing his best to stay calm and distract his mind. The pinching cold doesn’t help, shivering down his spine straight to his full bladder. Curse his damn need to stay hydrated all day, why did he have to down a gallon of water while closing up the shop everyday? Jeno mentally notes- stop drinking water because you could end up trapped for hours with your attractive coworker who hates you with nowhere to piss but in front of her.

“That’s it? You just have to pee?” He’s still shirtless, and while he looks more insane than what you’re used to running back and forth in a panic, you can’t stop gazing in awe. How the fuck is Jeno seriously this jacked? Maybe that would’ve made his daily yogurt facts more pleasant to listen to. Wait, is that sexual harassment? Does this place even have an HR?

“What do you mean just have to pee?” He’s frantic, pulling at his hair. “I’ve been trying to figure out for the last two hours where I can piss in here without forever changing the trajectory of our working relationship and—“

“You know this is only a summer job for me, right?” You stand, shrugging despite shivering. “I can look away if you really need to go.”

“I can’t!” Jeno’s eyes widen, glossy as if he’s ready to burst into tears. “I can’t do that with you here with me! You’ll hear, and—“

“I know what pee sounds like.” You shrug again, turning toward one of the freezer walls. “Look, I’ll even cover my ears too if you want me to.”

Jeno paces around for a minute longer, biting his thumbnail down to raw skin. “Fine. Don’t turn around!” He’d already decided an hour ago after calculating stats that lemon tart would be the best canister to empty himself in. No one eats nasty ass lemon tart.

Knocking off the lid he takes a look inside, nose scrunching up at the yellow color. Fitting.

Jeno can feel sweet relief right around the corner, the weight of pressure against his shoulders floating away as he wraps around his length to tug himself free and give his bladder a break.

Except nothing happens. Nothing.

The pain in his abdomen tightens, gritting his teeth and shaking himself once to awaken his urge and finally release.

“Fuck.” He can’t. He can’t fucking piss. He can’t do it with you in here, you’ll smell it. Even if you cover your ears and shut your eyes. You’ll judge him forever for being the guy that couldn’t even hold his piss for a few hours(7 more to go, but who’s counting).

“What’s wrong?” You turn to look, startling him to jump back and tuck away his length.

“I said don’t look!” Jeno fumes, turning away and cursing between a cry. “I can’t! I can’t do it!”

“What’s wrong?” You ask, turning to face him, noticing the lid missing from the lemon tart case. “I would’ve pissed in there too, hate lemon tart.”

“I can’t do it! You—I can’t with you!” He’s back to pacing like a maniac, biting on his hand to stop himself from screaming.

“I mean, at some point I’m gonna have to pee too?” You cringe, rolling your eyes because it’s inevitable with your weak bladder. “Look Jeno, it’s not a big deal.” It’s not, it is, but it’s not….

It’s not a big deal when you’re watching hentai anyway, right? Wait that’s— that’s not…

You snort, in disbelief. This has to be the cold getting to your brain, no way your mind went to porn you somehow end up on at 4am when you know better but your ovulation cycle could give a shit.

“Why are you laughing?!”

“Jeno Jeno! Calm down okay?! What if..” you laugh nervously, scratching your head. “I can help?”

“Wh-what.. how?”

Jeno regrets asking as you inch closer to him and nod toward his crotch. “Take off your pants.”

[allieebobo]

Would any of the CTOS characters go and see Challengers?

Take my answer with a pinch of salt because I have not yet seen the movie, but:

Emerson would be clamoring to go watch it as a team (they're the one usually most plugged in about New Movies. "It has TENNIS! It has ROMANCE!!" they would shout, flapping their arms about. "What more could one ask for?"

Sam loves movies and loves tennis media, so they'd be the first one (well, alongside Emerson) to hear about the movie and attempt to persuade everyone they know to go watch it. They'd probably even suggest watching it with MC 'simultaneously', in separate cinemas, texting reactions throughout..

Deepal, shrugging, would follow that up with, "I miss the froyo place by the cinema. I'm in" — though I think they'd generally be down to watch Challengers, it has plenty of drama, humor, and there's a love triangle. "Too bad there are no dance numbers," would be their only criticism — they'd grown up on a steady diet of Bollywood movies, after all.

Tobin would most likely want to watch the movie as a team activity — and have dinner after; they'd offer to drive, and if anyone were still on the fence, that would probably tip the scales even further in favor of going to watch the challengers.

Max would be down, immediately. Blake would be in it for Zendaya, probably — they're not exactly Gen-Z, but they are about as obsessed with Zendaya as the average Gen-Z person (honestly I feel like this is a fair statement but is a terrible generalization I plucked out of my ass).

Lee, depending on whether or not the movie is actually good, would throw their support behind Emerson, or scoff quietly and proceed to dissect the movie and tear it apart (if bad). Generally I think they usually go for more indie movies + movies with more POC/queer rep though.

Akimi would probably not be super into the movie since they usually like wacky absurdist / thriller / horror movies, but would eventually agree, "so long as you guys promise to choose a horror movie for the next team movie sesh."

Jacks would not be that interested, but eventually be dragged along / swept up by Emerson's enthusiasm (they've never been very good at saying no to Emerson).

Rayyan would also be pretty 'meh' about it. "I'd rather play tennis than watch tennis, and if I wanted to watch tennis, I'd rather watch actual tennis," they'd grumble. Eventually though, they'd give in (probably), because they're not as immune to Tobin/Deepal/ the rest of the team's badgering as they try to appear. Depending on the movie, they might even end up enjoying it.

The movie would not be on G's radar at all, but if someone suggested watching it with them, they'd probably not disagree — they enjoy watching all sorts of things, and with MC being a tennis player, they'd probably be interested in learning more about tennis. D would be curious as well, and probably rally the rest of the hall to watch it together. Addie would probably think it's a waste of time (oof, harsh) but might come if they have a close relationship with MC.

Coach Sy would probably not watch it. She has a soft spot for nature documentaries and mysteries, and Challengers doesn't quite cut it. Coach Jones would probably watch it — he's very into sports movies.

Think that covers everyone?

[hermanunworthy]

hero hcs bc she deserves some rad facts of her own

- heros fave original anime (as in not a disney remake) is saiki k. she relates to saiki bc she too wishes to be an ordinary person w/o any special powers or destiny. saiki was also her trans awakening bc during middle school she read the manga and when saiki was able to just decide to switch genders she was like "why dont i just do that??"

- hero barely gets acne. shes actually been blessed w pretty good skin. but as soon as normal started getting acne, she subconsciously started developing a skin picking disorder out of anxiety thats left her skin looking just as bad as his (however she gets worried whenever normal takes too long in the bathroom and always tries to stop him whenever he starts to pick at his own skin)

- hero met erica and margarita through taylor and decided to introduce them to anime during the two months where margaritas dad was too busy watching anime w taylors friends so she could spite him. turns out she really really likes both these girls now. and they really really like anime (and hero too) now

- hero loves to accessorize. she particularly loves to collect hairclips and chewelry necklaces. shes also the one who taught normal how to make kandi

- hero is a decent driver but an awful parker. u can always tell which car is hers bc it will be super embarrassingly crooked. normal usually has to really squeeze in between cars when he gets out from the passenger seat

- hero is a big fan of funny novelty t-shirts. whenever shes not wearing something fandom specific u can bet that shell be wearing a shirt w some stupid text on it that she clearly bought on impulse

- hero likes to spend her tip money on little treats after every work day. sometimes even non vegan stuff bc she thinks she deserves a break every now and then (which is quite often for her). she always just lies and says work ran late

- hero actually prefers frozen yogurt over ice cream but would never admit that to her family. shell get ice cream when hanging out w others but takes herself out to froyo

- hero considers hermie one of The Girls and also treats her like a little sister (i mean they are siblings in law). sometimes she invites them to girls night or other things when hermie gets left out and gives him advice about her brother

- hero is a top student at her school and practically runs the stem program there (she wants to major in astronomy when she goes to college). she has the potential to be super good at pe too but purposefully doesnt put in her full effort so she can at least appear average at that

- hero chooses guys to have crushes on. she just picks whatever weird guy she comes across and then writes self insert fanfics about them. she might be a lesbian but doesnt even realize that (just give her time shes having fun for now)

- hero is actually a very talented writer but unfortunately she wastes her potential on the stupidest most obscure fandoms. she makes fun of normal for what he writes about but she is not much better than him

- hero swears that as soon as she gets her braces off, shes gonna be chewing bubblegum all the time. can u tell that shes very much an oral stimmer

- heros fave color is teal. her old worn out teal hoodie is one of her comfort items and she wears it most of the time

- heros glasses have been crooked since she got them and it annoys her all the time but she just hasnt gotten around to getting them fixed

[frostbittenbucky]

Things I’ve done that Bruce Wayne has done: Almost give a Froyo cashier an absurdly high tip because he didn’t want to stay in that store any longer. Like: It was grab Froyo, hand the cashier like $50, say “keepthechange” and try to make a swift exit.

Expect it was like $2000 bc he’s a rich bitch

Also you are an Angel for doing that

[chasingpj]

xeni gimme no. 11 with Leo

𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

“I can’t believe I’ve been dreaming about this since you saved me from that bully in eighth grade. and now we’re here, together... “

pairing: leo valdez x gn! reader

warning: none

category: blurb, friends to lovers, slice of life

The bottom of your lip is caught between your teeth as you notice Leo glancing away right as you meet his gaze… again. You thought that after being friends for years, this date wouldn’t be as awkward as it is right now, but Leo can barely keep his eyes on you while you’re looking at him.

“I-” He opens his mouth, reluctant to say anything more, and you shift, watching your plastic spoon being submerged by the melted froyo in your cup. “Sorry. This is weird, isn’t it? I just—I can’t believe I’ve been dreaming about this since you saved me from that bully in eighth grade. and now we’re here, together... “

“Don’t get cheesy on me, Valdez,” you tease, hoping to soften the tension. A cross between a scoff and a chuckle leaves him, and for the first time, he looks over at you with familiar comfort. “I guess I am being cheesy, huh?” Your heart flutters at the way the moonlight twinkles in his eyes as he lightly nudges your shoulder, and you confirm with a hum. “Cheesy and awkward.” Leo gives you a sheepish grin. He just couldn’t help being nervous. All these years, he thought you’d never be into him. His silent admiration only grew for you as your friendship flourished and the last thing he wanted to do was ask you out and then ruin the entire dynamic you had established. The only reason why he took the jump was because of Piper. If she didn’t comment on how the mutually romantic feelings you had for each other made it almost insufferable for her to hang around, you guys would still be in the friend zone. “We’ve been friends for so long; there’s no use in being weird around me. Just think of this as a regular outing, but… the only difference is you get to kiss me later.”

A snort leaves your lips as Leo grows visibly flustered. A spark ignites at the tip of his nose, but before it can catch fire, the boy pats it down frantically with his hand. “Oh…” he nervously chuckles. “Yeah, regular outing… got it.”

join in on my welcome back celebration <33

[darley1101]

Or Else

Title: Or Else

Book: Perfect Match

Characters: Damien and Nadia friendship with mention of Damien x Ava/MC

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Slight sexual innuendos. If you feel there is more please reach out so I can edit this.

Summary: Nadia puts Damien on the spot about his feelings for Ava.

A/N: I haven't written these characters in a while so they may be slightly out of character...or maybe more than slightly. Go easy on me. Thank you to @burnsoslow​ and @ao719​ for the help

Getting an “emergency coffee date” text from Nadia Park at the ungodly hour of 7:00 AM always spelled trouble for Damien Nazario. Her emergencies could run from a microscopic chip in her nail polish to she'd collected another stalker off some dating app. Which meant ignoring or declining wasn't really an option in Damien's book. 'At least she chose a decent coffee place,' he thought, his eyes automatically shifting from the menu board above the baristas to the pastry case. “Large, dark roast with two packets of sugar,” he told the barista, “and...give me a chocolate croissant.” If he was going to deal with a Nadia emergency then he was going to need caffeine, sugar, and a lot of it.

“You know that much sugar in the morning doesn't agree with you,” a familiar voice chided from behind. He turned to find Nadia standing there, a cheerful smile on her elfin face. “Ava told me about what happened the last time...about how you-”

“Just tell the barista what you want,” he interjected with a growl. Nadia shot him another smile before rattling off an order that had him cringing. Espresso and chocolate covered coffee beans were two things that should be stricken from Nadia's diet. “Are you sure that's what you want? Don't you think maybe some almond milk and oatmeal might be better?”

Her nose crinkled up. “What do I look like? Granny Park?” She rolled her eyes before whipping out her bank card and thrusting it towards the barista. “My treat since I dragged out of bed so early.” While they threaded through the crowded cafe, she rattled off some nonsense about split ends, facials, and needing a new cuticle oil. And then, just as they sat down, she hit him with it...the reason for their early morning coffee date. “I met someone.” It was on the tip of Damien's tongue to remind Nadia that she was always meeting someone and most of them turned out to be stalkers or worse. He would have to get the guy's name and run him through the system.  “His name is Steve. And before you ask, no I don't need you to check this one out. Eros did all that before we even met.”

“Eros?” 'Please don't be another dating app,' he silently chanted.

“Yeah.” Nadia leaned forward, her dark eyes bright with excitement. “It's this match matching service that guarantees love.”

Fuck. It was another dating app. “I thought we agreed no more dating apps. Only stalkers, serial killers, and bald guys named Jim who want pictures of your toes use those things.”

Her eyes rolled and she flopped back in her chair. “It's not a dating app...it's an actual service...in an honest to God building. And,” she shot him a wounded look, “I thought we agreed you wouldn't fetish shame Jim anymore.”

Damien pinched the bridge of his nose. “Nadia, I don't give two fucks about Jim's fetishes...I just don't want to see you get hurt.” 'Again.'

“I won't. Not this time. Eros-”

“Will tell you whatever you want to hear in order to get your money.”

“It's not like that,” Nadia argued. “They use advanced technology to find your perfect match.”  He opened his mouth to argue but she cut him off. “They have these quizzes-”

“Let me guess...they're advanced?”

“Mock me all you want Damien Nazario but their system is exact and it works.” Her eyes met his. “It works so well I'm thinking about giving their card to Ava.”

The room stood still. He could hear his blood roaring in his ears. “I would rather you didn't,” he managed to quietly choke out.

Nadia studied him for a minute, her gaze far more calculating than he had ever thought possible. “And why is that Damien?”

He forced himself to relax his face into an expressionless mask. There had been blurry moments of drunken weakness where he blurted out his love for Ava but he'd always managed to convince Nadia it was a friendly sort of love. The kind of love a person felt for their pet rat or...their annoying best friend who called them for emergency coffee dates at 7 am. “Ava doesn't believe in love.” The words tasted bitter on his tongue but he had heard them often enough he had to take them seriously.

“If you believe that then you don't know Ava as well as you think you do,” Nadia snorted. “She wouldn't go on as many dates as she does if she didn't believe in love.”

She had him there. Unlike Nadia, who loved a good dating app, Ava met guys the old fashioned way: she picked them up at bars or agreed to blind dates that inevitably went horribly wrong. “Remember the last...the tax account with 'connections?'”

“Diego. And he does have connections. He's hooked Ava and I up with free froyo plus....” Nadia trailed off, her lips pursing as she shot him a dirty look. “I know what you're trying to do...and it won't work. We're going to talk about Ava.”

“Fine.” He shrugged, his heart pounding a mile a minute in his chest. “Lets talk about Ava and how she doesn't need some match making service setting her up with another loser.”

Nadia sighed, her dark eyes shining with pity. “Damien, I'm going to give Ava their card. She deserves to find love...to find her perfect match. I..I...I used to think that was you but you're so freaking hung up on the past that you won't even try.” Her gaze softened, she reached across the table and patted his hand. “You have this weekend. Man up before Sunday brunch or else I'm giving Ava the card.”

[forever-rogue]

Javier Prompt, if you're willing!! Javier comes home late from work to find the apartment empty, and begins to panic because his pregnant significant other isn't there. He's been nervous the last few months, and it's only gotten worse. When the phone rings and she's on the other end asking for him to come pick her up, he just imagines the worst possibilities.

I’m just...so...soft at the thought of dad to be Javi. Like...just imagine it... 🥺

I also realized that I read this prompt a little wrong and changed it slightly, but I hope you still like it!

Javier Masterlist

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It was the heart of summer, the warmest time of the year, and Colombia was in the middle of a heat wave. It was a stifling heat, the kind that was pervasive and deep to penetrate deep into your bones no matter how hard you tried to find relief. Warm mornings turned to even warmer afternoons which led to balmy evenings. Normally, you’d be able to handle it fairly well, as the heat generally didn’t bother you that much. But the not so little fact that you were almost eight months pregnant during all of this did not help. It only served to make you more miserable and it was almost impossible to find any sort of relief.

Javier, your boyfriend and the most Nervous Nellie of a father to be, was attentive to your needs, finding all sorts of ways to ease your discomforts and make you feel better. You were pretty sure that he’d read more pregnancy books than you had, and there was a small growing library of them in the living room bookcase. As soon as you told him you were pregnant, something you had been reluctant to do since you had no clue how he would respond to this surprise, he had shifted into dad mood. Sometimes you were sure he was more excited than you were - the way his eyes had lit up when you had first announced the news and shown him the positive pregnancy test was forever burned into your mind. It was a treasured moment that you never wanted to let go of.

All the knowledge he gathered and all the little tips and tricks learned along the way had been helpful more times than not. But unfortunately, nothing could help you in this heat - no amount of cold showers and drinks and fans seemed to help. You could barely sleep at night, finding it hard to sleep any position with your large belly, and Javi’s warm body to you. He seemed to run warm as it was and it certainly wasn’t helping now..

The one little bit of relief you did find, however, came in the form of the frozen yogurt that Javier had found by chance at the supermarket, thinking you might like it. And you had; you’d almost devoured the whole container in one sitting, and it seemed to cool you ever so slightly. One late night, when you really couldn’t sleep, you’d gotten a hankering for the sweet dessert, and but also something sour. Imagine Javi’s surprise when he woke up to go to the bathroom and found you sitting on the couch watching late night television and eating pickles dipped in the frozen yogurt.

“Oh honey,” his voice was tired and thick with sleep as tried his best not to laugh at the sight. You looked up at him, with a small, sheepish smile on your face as you took another bite of the crunchy pickle. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your before plopping down on the couch next to you, “pickles and ice cream?”

“Froyo,” you corrected him, waving the pickle in front of his face and offering him a bite. He shook his head before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and watching as you dipped the pickle back in and coated it in the frozen yogurt before eating it, “you should go back to bed, Javi. You’ve been exhausted, my love.”

“I couldn’t sleep...again,” he admitted with a small sigh, “and then I found you gone, and then I saw the light on. Why...why on earth are you eating that?”

“Your kid was hungry,” you shrugged lightly, looking pointedly between him and your large stomach, “and I was hot, so I figured this could solve both of my problems.”

“Hey, that is half your kid as well,” he snorted with laughter as put his hand on your belly, rubbing it gently. The baby always seemed to know when it was Javier touching your stomach, moving softly and kicked at the feel of his touch and sound of his voice, “they’re moving.”

It always seemed to amaze him, each time the same as it had the first time, his face lighting up with joy and sheer love. You tried not to get emotional, but with your raging hormones, it was hard to keep anything in check, and you felt that familiar prickling start at the back of your eyes. Putting a hand on top of his, you turned to give him a smile, a tear inadvertently slipping down your cheek. Javi gently reached over and softly wiped it away before giving you a sweet kiss, “honey, don’t cry, it’s alright.”

“I know,” you said softly, feeling the water works preparing to well up, “it’s just...I love you so much, and I’m so excited and happy, but right now being pregnant sucks and I want it to be over and I don’t at the same time because I’m so nervous to meet the baby, our baby, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. I know you’ll be the best father, but I worry that I won’t be a good mother. I mean, look at me, I’m sitting here and eating frozen yogurt and pickles and crying.”

“Honey,” Javi put his hand on your cheek and leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing faintly against yours, “you’re alright, you’re going to be just fine. It’s just your hormones - I promise. You’re going to be an amazing mother - the best mother. I can’t even imagine what it must be like to be in your position right now, or how it feel at all, but you are incredible for everything you’re doing. I mean, think about it, you’re carrying our child right now. Do you have any idea what a feat that is, how amazing you are?”

“You’re just saying that because I’m pathetic and pregnant,” you sniffled lightly, but he cut you off with a firm kiss, his hand going to the back of your heading, holding you close. It warmed you up completely, in a different way this time, one that was not unpleasant and overbearing, but comforting, “Javi...”

“I know,” he whispered quietly, “I love too.”

“Really?” you asked, your voice but a mere, soft whimper. He nodded softly, nuzzling his nose against yours. Of course you knew he loved you; it was just all of these crazy hormones making you question everything.

“Really, mi amor,” he promised, “you, and our child, even if you’re resorting to silly things such as eating ice cream and pickles.”

“Froyo,” you laughed lightly, feeling a wash of reassurance flood over you. It was hard, especially this far along to remain positive, but it was always easier when you had Javi. He was your rock, your anchor, and helped you keep a level head through all of this, just like you often did with him. The two of you made a good pair, and you hoped that would translate into good parenting.

“Froyo and all,” he corrected, “I love every part of you. Always.”

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On this particular evening, you were at home by yourself, boredom and warmth setting in as you couldn't find anything to hold your interest. You'd made dinner and saved some for Javi, who was working late. He'd told you when he left in the morning that it would he a long day, but a part of you had wished that something would happen and allow him to come home sooner.

But it was nearing ten in the evening and you weren't sure when he'd be back. He was on a stakeout with Steve, meaning it was anyone's guess. Feeling listless, you decided to go for a short walk. It would at least give you some exercise and maybe help to cool you down, should you find some sort of breeze.

You scribbled a note on the pad next to the phone, in the off chance that Javi would return before you came back. Perching the note up so it was easily visible, you walked, or waddled over rather, to your purse and grabbed a few dollars and your key before heading out.

It probably wasn't the best idea to go out, at night, alone, in the midst of everything going on in Colombia, but you really just needed to get out at this point. Surely Javi could understand that, right? But....perhaps he wouldn't.

He'd been such a mother hen lately, ensuring that everything was perfect and attending to your every need. While you didn't mind, not for the most part anyway, sometimes it was a little overwhelming. Being pregnant was enough of a chore, but having someone constantly underfoot wasn't any better. You loved him and he meant well, but sometimes you just needed a break.

Stepping out into the slightly cooler evening air, you let out a sigh of relief as you started your little trek around the block. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck you; the supermarket where Javi had found your treasured frozen yogurt was close by. Making up your mind, you decided you'd pick up a carton of the stuff and a new jar of pickles.

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When Javier arrived home, he was tired, exhausted even, and couldn't wait to get in bed and have you in his arms. It was late, later than he would have liked but his long day was finally over. He'd even come to the decision that he would be working fewer hours and staying out of the field when possible. It was going to a be a big change, but his main priority was you and your baby and he wanted to be around should anything happen. He had a feeling that you'd try and argue with him, but his mind was made up.

"Hermosa," he let out a long sigh as he tried to unlock the door, but stopped, eyebrows knitting together in confusion when he realized the door was already unlocked. Strange. Neither of you ever kept it unlocked, and you definitely knew better.

A tingle of nerves started at the base of his spine as he opened the door and walked inside slowly, unsure of what to expect. The television was on and the window was open, all signs pointing to the fact that you would be home.

"Honey?" his voice faltered slightly as he walked down the hallway and poked his head his head in the bedrooms and bathrooms, trying to see if he could find you. But you were nowhere to be found.

His heart started to race slightly as he reached for the gun in the waistband of his jeans and pulled it out, holding it at the ready. His mind immediately went into overdrive as a million horrid, dark thoughts appeared. Every single bad thought he possessed within the far recesses of mind were suddenly right up front.

What if someone had come and taken you? If someone had broken in? What if something had happened with you and the baby? What if, what if, what if?

There appeared to he no signs of a struggle, but he knew better than anyone that appearances could be deceiving. Your purse was still here and the smell of cooking lingered in the kitchen.

"Fuck," he said softly to himself, running a hand over his face in exasperation as he came to the conclusion that something had to have happened, "Fuck!"

He grabbed the phone, throwing the notepad face down onto the floor in his haste and quickly dialed Steve's number. Anxiously waiting for him to answer, he almost shouted in the receiver, "she's gone! I just got back but she's not here!"

It took Steve only a beat to figure out Javi was in distress about you and he tried to calm him down. Surely there must be there another explanation, "hey, hey, hey, I'm sure it's alright-"

"The door was unlocked, her things are here, TV on. It looks like someone got in here and just took her," it was hard to remain calm when not only could you possibly be at risk, but also the baby, "fuck! Has she talked to Connie at all? Does she know anything?"

He heard Steve mumbling something to Connie, asking her if you had mentioned anything to her or spoken to her. He let out a heavy sigh before returning to Javi, "Con hasn't heard anything. Javi, just relax, I'm sure there's a reasonable-"

"She's missing, Steve! She's almost eight months pregnant and you expect me to calm down!?" he didn't mean to sound as harsh as he did, but he was extremely stressed. He couldn't even remember the last time he had been this worried.

"Make whatever calls you need to and I'll be there to help," Steve hung up the phone as Javi nodded, trying to focus as he tried to make a game plan for how to find you.

»»————-　♡　————-««

After some time you'd finally managed to find your favorite flavor of frozen yogurt and a big jar of pickles, you made your way home, ready to dig in and wait for Javi.

The evening had cooled down further and you strolled back at a leisurely pace, not that you had much of a choice this far in, taking your time to get back. When you got into the complex and made your way to your shared apartment, you thought you heard some voices, and grew excited to think that Javi might be back.

Unlocking the door slowly you stepped in, mouth dropping at sight in front of you. Javi, Steve, and Connie were all around the kitchen table, pouring over what looked like a map, the phone next to them.

"Hey everyone," they were so immersed in their little discussion none of them had noticed you at first, "what's going on?"

Javi's dark eyes flicked up to meet yours momentarily before looking back down at the map. It took him a good few moments before he finally realized it was you, "honey! You're here...you're back! Where the hell have you been?"

"Yeah, of course I'm back..." you walked over to the table and set your bag down, "I live here? I went for a walk and stopped at the market for frozen yogurt and pickles."

"Why!?"

"Your kid was hungry as normal?" you said as if it was no big deal, "and I wanted to get out for a little bit."

"The door was unlocked," he come over to you and put his hands on your face, a clearly distressed look on his face, "the lights and the television were on and I could smell dinner, and you weren't home. I was so worried."

"I just left everything on because I was just going on for a little bit. And in case you came home before me, I didn't want everything all dark," your heart sank a little when you saw how upset he is, "I'm sorry, Javi, I honestly thought I'd be back before you."

"I was so worried! I thought someone had come and taken you or something had happened to baby!" he threw up his hands in exasperation. You knew he wasn't mad at you, he was just in general panic mode over anything related to you right now, "what was I supposed to think?"

"Javi, I left you a note where you would see it," you let out a small sigh as you spied the notepad on the floor, your note still face down. Making your over to it, you tried to pick it up, but quickly came to the conclusion that it was going to be a herculean feat. Connie quickly came to your rescue and swooped it up and studied it before handing it to you, "how did this get on the floor? I left it up so you would easily see it."

Javi came over and took it from your hand, quickly reading it over. He hung his head when he realized he must have knocked it over, "fuck. I must have done that and not noticed."

"If you'd been in the office I would have called you, my love," you put a hand on shoulder and gave it a light squeeze, "but I didn't know if you'd be there...so I just left the note."

He let out a soft groan before taking your hand and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, "I'm sorry, honey. I just...the door was unlocked and I worry. Especially with everything going on right now and you're so close. I...might have overreacted a little bit..."

"You think?" you teased him, wrapping your arms his neck, holding him as close as possible, with the exception of your stomach, "trust me, if someone was breaking in, I would put up a fight and someone would have heard my screaming. If anything was wrong with the baby, I would have gone to Connie."

"But honey-"

"Just because I'm pregnant doesn't I can't put a fight. Anyone tries to come for you or our baby, they're going to catch sight of these hands," you insisted, causing him, Steve, and Connie to break into laughter, "what?! What's so funny?"

"Hermosa," Javi met your eyes for a moment, putting his hand on your face as he gave you a soft smile, "baby, you're 34 weeks pregnant, you cry when you can't pick things up off the floor. You cried at a commercial last night. I don't think you're going to kick anyone's ass."

"Try me, Javier Peña, try me," you put your hands, and tried your best to give him a mean look, "I've got that crazy pregnancy strength!"

"I love you," Javi just laughed before giving a soft kiss, "so much. I’m so glad you’re okay."

"I love you too," you grinned at him, "sorry for worrying you. The one time you come early! If I had any clue I would have just waited. Sorry Steve, sorry Con. You got dragged into all of this because of me. I should have just told Connie and made her come with me."

"It's dangerous to go out alone," Javi reminded you and just pouted your lips at him.

"I just needed to go out and damn kid just wanted a damn snack," you laughed lightly at yourself, "now half the city is probably out looking for me."

"Try half the country," Steve corrected as you just looked at Javi and he sheepishly shrugged at you. He gave Connie a look and the two of them shared a nod, deciding it was time for them to go, "glad you're okay and it was just a misunderstanding. I think this should serve as a lesson to keep calm, right Javi?"

"Fuck off, Murph," Javi flipped him the bird but gave him a thankful smile nonetheless. You gave them a wave before crossing your arms over your chest and shaking your head at him, "I was worried, alright? Every single thought bad of what could have happened to you went through my mind. I would never forgive myself something happened to you, either of you, because of me."

"I know," you put your hand on his cheek and rubbing your thumb gently over his cheekbone, "nothing will ever happen to me or this bean. At least not because of you, probably because I tried over my own feet, which I haven't seen in months, thank you very much."

"You don't know that-"

"Javi, I do," you insisted firmly, "you take such good care of us all the time. You do everything. I know nothing will go wrong, we're safe and sound, here with you.”

“I cannot believe I was this worried about my wife going out and getting ice cream and pickles,” he let out a long sigh of relief as he watched you with a small smile. He took your hand and laced your fingers together, “you are...something else.”

“Firstly - froyo,” you reminded him with a laugh, “and secondly - not your wife.”

“Not yet,” he beamed at you with a little wink. He had plans for that, big plans, but he wasn’t about to tell you that yet.

“Oh yeah, is that so?” you played it cool but internally you were bubbling up with excitement.

“Yeah,” he promised, giving you a nod, “but that’s a discussion for another time. Now why don’t get your...dessert? Snack? Whatever you call and we can go to bed. I’m exhausted.”

“That’s what you get for panicking,” you traced you a finger down his nose before kissing it gently. He held you there for a moment, resting his forehead against yours, “I love you, Javi. Really.”

“I love you too, honey,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “even if you do stress me out.”

“Out of love.”

“Aye, dios mio,” he made quick work of scooping you up in his arms, making it effortless and like you totally weren’t heavily pregnant, “you’ve lost all privileges now. Time for bed.”

“Okay, but when you say it like that, it doesn’t sound like a punishment, it just sounds sexy,” you giggled as he started carrying you towards the bedroom, “and that’s how I got pregnant in the first place!”

“Honey...”

“And don’t forget my froyo and pickles!”

[saintlaurentproblems]

but how did Scooter even get his hands on the donut thing? I doubt it tbh. Also I forgot how shitty that was lol if ariana can recover from that, then demi can recover from froyo

TMZ tips off her team ahead of the scheduled post. Gives them an opportunity to offer a better story or $$$$ to make it go away. Scooter could’ve gave them the go ahead to pull it out of their archive.

[kookiesjoonies]

rule breaker — jhs | part ten.

rule breaker | part ten: ramen & froyo.

a/n: this chapter is quite a few days late, but i literally had the worst case of writer’s block of my LIFE. i started this chapter, n then completely scrapped it. and i’m glad i did, bc the first draft was SHIT. LMAO. anyway, come talk to me abt hoseok n yn please. i want to hear your thoughts. especiallyyyy after this chapter! thank u all for reading! xo

main pairing: choreographer!hoseok x idol!reader

side ships: vmin, namkook

word count: 5.1k

warnings: fluff, angst, wet dream (dunno if that qualifies as a warning, but uhhh just in case lmaodskjd), masturbation, squirting

— SERIES SUMMARY

your career as an idol comes first, end of discussion. and to make sure that you stay on track, you implement two foolproof rules to abide by:

rule #1: no distractions. rule #2: no mixing business with pleasure.

and those rules seem simple enough to follow. that is, until you develop a crush on your new choreographer.

Dance practice was over and you felt like you’d just run a marathon. No, wait, scratch that. You felt like you’d run five marathons. Dancing with Hoseok was no joke. He always pushed you to work harder, to do better. And any time you were convinced you couldn’t perfect a move, he’d encourage you and offer you a thousand reasons as to why you could.

Both of you were drenched in sweat. Your grey crop top soaked and dark in certain areas, perhaps revealing a bit too much of what was underneath. Hoseok’s hair was sticky and wet against his forehead, and he’d pushed it back since practice ended.

You’d have been stupid to ignore just how attractive such a simple gesture made him look. Still, you tried your hardest to push such thoughts out of your mind. You shouldn’t be thinking of him in such a way. But you blamed it on the sensual dance routine that you’d just completed with him.

Jimin was just supposed to be late to practice, but he ended up having to skip it all together. Which meant that every single sexy move you were supposed to do with your best friend, you’d done with Hoseok instead.

At first, it was awkward. You didn’t know where to put your hands, and he was hesitant to put his on your body as well. Eventually though, the two of you relaxed into one another. The feeling of his fingertips on the bare skin of your hips was exhilarating, as well as the feeling of his length being pressed against your ass while you pushed back against him.

The way that he watched you in the mirror, the way way his pupils had clearly dilated, sent immediate relief washing over you. You weren’t the only one affected by the routine the two of you were performing. But at the end of the day, it was just that. A performance.

And that’s what you’d keep telling yourself, even if deep down, you didn’t believe it even for a second.  

“Well, I don’t know about you,” Hoseok began, lifting the bottom of his muscle tank top up to his face to wipe the beads of sweat trickling down, “but I worked up quite the appetite.”

Your eyes shot down to admire his perfectly sculpted abs that were practically begging for your touch, your tongue poking out to wet your lips at the delicious sight.

“Y/n?” Hoseok was speaking again, this time albeit a little louder, which snapped you out of your trance.

Embarrassed, your neck straightened up so that you could now look at the man towering above you face to face. And you willed your cheeks not to turn red, hoping and praying that he didn’t catch you checking him out.

“Huh?” That was all you could muster up, unsure of what he’d even said to begin with.

To your surprise, he offered you a chuckle in response.

“I said I was hungry. You want to go grab lunch?”

The two of you’d never hung out outside of the studio before, so you were a little taken aback by his suggestion.

He could sense your hesitation, and he stuttered as he tried to play it off nonchalantly.

“Or, uhm— we don’t—, we don’t have to. I just figured—“

You cut him off, a small smile creeping it’s way onto your face. He really was adorable when he rambled.

“Hobi, we can get lunch. I just wish I didn’t have to go out in public looking so gross.” You were half joking, half serious.

Your hair felt greasy, you weren’t wearing any makeup, and your athletic clothes were sweaty and sticky. So, you were definitely not fit to be seen in public at the moment.

“You don’t look gross.” Hoseok was quick to reassure you, matching your smile with a wide one of his own.

“No?” You asked, wanting him to compliment you one more time. Even though, you weren’t sure why you wanted him to do so so badly.

“Nope!” he shook his head, “you look like you’ve been working hard.”

You internally groaned. Not exactly the kind of compliment you were hoping for, but it would do, you supposed.

“In that case, did you have a place in mind for lunch? Or..?”

“There’s this place down the street that has the best cooked ramen!” you found it adorable, the way he was so enthusiastic even while talking about food, “Is that okay? I mean— do, uhm— do you like ramen?”

A tiny giggle left your mouth before you could stop it, and you offered him a quick nod of your head.

“I love ramen.”

“Great!” he grinned, “let’s go then!”

Turns out, Hoseok was right. This place did have the best ramen. You were sure you could slurp up at least ten bowls of it.

Your choreographer was sitting across from you at the small round table. The place was quaint, small, and yet surprisingly busy. Various K-Pop songs boomed through the speakers overhead, and the hustle and bustle of the restaurant workers never seemed to cease. The sound of the other diners mumbling bounced off of the walls, and the aroma of the foods being cooked in the kitchen were to die for.

“So,” Hoseok spoke up after practically inhaling a few bites of his ramen, “do you like the place?”

You didn’t hesitate in answering, “Yes! I can’t believe it’s been so close to the studio for so long and I never knew about it.”

“You’re welcome.” He winked at you, a playful gesture that for some reason, had your heart doing flips in your chest.

You gathered a small bunch of noodles with your chopsticks, bringing them up to shove the food into your mouth.

“Aren’t you nervous people will recognize you?” Hoseok questioned, taking a sip of the soda that was sitting beside of his bowl.

You shrugged, chewing and swallowing the bite you’d just taken before answering him.

“It’s just part of the gig, you know?”

“No,” he admitted, “I don’t know. How do you do it? How do you deal with people constantly invading your privacy?”

“It’s not easy,” you answered honestly, “but I’ve been doing it for almost six years now, so. I’d like to think I’ve gotten used to it.”

“You handle it well. The way you carry yourself, even with all of the pressure you’re under, it’s admirable. And the fact that you’re so— so kind, so down to earth, even with the millions of fans you have.. it’s amazing, really.”

His series of seemingly never ending compliments were successful in creating flutters in your stomach. You were sure your cheeks and the tips of your ears were tinted pink, and your spine tingled as you happily took in every single one of his words.

“Hobi,” you couldn’t hide the grin that was now plastered across your face, “you’re too sweet.”

This time, it was Hoseok’s turn to blush. You’d said something so simple, yet it had the apples of his cheeks tinged red. He’d hoped you hadn’t noticed. But you did, which only made you want to continue your compliments further. If it meant seeing him like that, all flustered and shy, you’d compliment him twenty four hours, seven days a week.

Even if, technically, you shouldn’t be trying to make him blush. But at that exact moment, you couldn’t be bothered to give a single fuck.

“I mean it,” you continued, swirling the few remaining noodles around in the bowl below you, “you’re so kind to me, always. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”

He glanced away from you then, turning his attention to watch the waiters walk in and out of the kitchen. You didn’t miss the dark shade of red that had taken over his entire face. And yeah, you found it undeniably adorable.

Before you could say anything else to him, a familiar sounding song blared from the sound system above you. You couldn’t help but to laugh, shaking your head as you listened to the low beat of take me.

Hoseok faced you again, a smirk present as his ears perked up to listen.

“Hey, that sounds kind of familiar.”

“Never heard this song before in my life.”

You kept a straight face, for the most part. But Hoseok didn’t miss the glimmer of playfulness in your eyes.

“Ahh,” he decided to play along, finishing up the last few bites of his meal, “a shame you haven’t heard it. The artist who sings it, she’s truly something special. Insanely talented, an incredible dancer.”

“Maybe she’s just an ‘incredible dancer’ because she has such a good teacher.”

“Nope!” he was quick to shut you down, “she’s talented because she’s hardworking and she never settles for anything but the best.”

If you didn’t know better, you could’ve sworn he was flirting with you. And maybe he was. Or, maybe you just wanted him to be? But then, why did you want him to be? Your brain was scrambled, too many thoughts running a million miles a minute.

The sound of footsteps approaching your table pulled you out of your own head, and standing before you was a tall, lean yet muscular man with dark hair. He had a freckle just under his bottom lip, which you were quick to note was quite cute. You assumed he was a fan, but as soon as he addressed the man sitting in front of you as Hobi, you quickly realized he was here for him and not you.

“Here’s that movie you wanted to borrow.” The younger boy handed a disk over to his friend, and you watched the exchange curiously.

“Ahhh! Thank you, Jungkookie! I’ve been wanting to see this for ages!” Hoseok quickly stuffed the film into his bag at his feet.

“Hmm,” you observed, tapping your manicured nails on the top of the table, “Jungkook, I presume?”

He seemed shock at the mention of his name. Or rather, at the sound of familiarity laced in your tone.

“Uhm, yeah..?” he cocked an eyebrow, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

Your attention turned to Hoseok, and you pointed a finger at Jungkook.

“Is he the one who thinks I’m a diva?”

Hoseok had a mouthful of soda, and damn near did a spit take at your obvious call out.

“You told her?!” Jungkook slapped his hyung’s shoulder, and you watched as Hoseok soothed the abused spot with his hand.

“It just slipped!” The older male was quick to defend himself, and you couldn’t help but to laugh at the whole ordeal.

“Guys,” you said, “it’s fine! Jungkook, I’m sorry that you think I’m a diva. I’d like to think I’m not, but your own opinions can’t be helped.”

“She is not a diva, I promise. She’s anything but.”

You couldn’t help but to smile wide at the sound of Hoseok defending your name.

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Ahhh, I shouldn’t be so quick to judge, or to assume. I don’t even know you. I apologize.”

He bowed in front of you, and you waved him off.

“I promise, it’s fine,” you assured him, “I accept your apology. Any friend of Hoseok’s is a friend of mine.”

He sighed, relieved.

“In that case, could you get Jimin’s autograph for me? I’m like, his biggest fan.”

Hoseok groaned before bringing the palm of his hand up and dragging it down his face. You just laughed, nodding your head once in response.

“I’ll see what I can do. You should come by the studio with Hobi sometime, you’ll probably run into Jimin there.”

“Really?!” He lit up like a kid in a candy store, and it seemed as though his older friend had had enough.

“Okay!” Hoseok said, shooing Jungkook away from the table, “You’ve fulfilled your purpose of dropping off the movie. Thank you!”

“Awww, but hyung!” Jungkook pouted, “I was hoping I could join the two of you, and you know, tell her a secret of yours since you told her one of mine.”

You perked up in your seat, gaze shifting to Hoseok as you eyed him curiously.

“What secret?” You asked, hearing Jungkook snicker to your side.

“Ignore him.” Hoseok groaned.

“Alright, alright. I’ll leave,” Jungkook held his hands up in front of him in defeat, “but you should tell her, is all I’m saying.”

“Tell me what?” You asked, intrigued and confused all at the same time.

Hoseok shook his head.

“Nothing, he’s just an idiot,” he insisted, laughing the entire situation off, “we should uhm— grab froyo after this, if you’re not busy, I mean.”

“Ugh, the key to my heart.”

He smiled at your immediate acceptance, flagging your waiter down and digging in his pocket for his wallet.

You did the same, unzipping your purse to retrieve your credit card.

“No, no, Y/n. I got it! My treat.”

“Hoseok, I can’t let you—“

Before you could argue further, the waiter was walking away with Hoseok’s money. He was unbelievable.

He paid for froyo, too. Despite your arguing.

The two of you were walking along the river, enjoying your cups of frozen treats. It was spring, nearly summer, so the weather was just right. The sun was shining beautifully on the water beside you, not a cloud to be found in the sky. It truly was a beautiful day.

“It doesn’t shock me that your favorite color is yellow.” You started, dipping your spoon into your birthday cake flavored yogurt.

“Why not?” Hoseok retorted, bringing a spoonful of his own dessert up and to his lips.

“Because it’s a bright, happy color. And you are a bright, happy person.”

He flashed you that big, toothy grin that you’d grown to adore so much.

“Alright then, what’s your favorite color?”

“Red.” You answered without hesitation.

He shook his head, quiet laughter exuding from his throat.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he insisted, “red just matches your personality perfectly.”

You cocked a brow, licking a bite of froyo from the spoon.

“How do you figure?”

“You’re full of fire, full of passion. A force to be reckoned with, you go head first into everything that you do and you don’t stop until you’ve achieved your goal.”

“You got all of that from the color red?”

“Mhm.” He just nodded at you, his smile never once faltering. Your damn heart was doing the flipping thing again and you feared it would leap right out of your chest if he looked at you like that for a second longer.

“Okay,” you said, dipping your spoon into the bowl, “you have to try this. It’s so good.”

You lifted the plastic utensil up to his mouth, and he only hesitated for a moment for allowing the sensation of birthday cake flavor to flood his taste buds. His eyes lit up, and his tone was enthusiastic.

“Mmm! That is good! I’m not usually a giant fan of cake flavored things, but I’d eat that.”

You fake gasped, bringing your free hand over your chest.

“How dare you! Birthday cake is the best flavor!”

“Pffft, no way!” he was quick to shut you down, gulping down another bite of his own treat, “brownie batter is. Here, you try.”

He was bringing his spoon up to your lips in an instant, and you poked your tongue out to give it a test lick. Usually, chocolate flavored ice cream wasn’t your favorite. But this was incredible.

“Aww, man! I like yours better!” You pouted, and Hoseok’s heart sank at the sight.

He knew you were being playful, but still, he couldn’t help himself.

“Here,” he held out his bowl to you, “we can trade.”

You shook your head, refusing the gesture, “I can’t take your food!”

“Yes you can! Please, for me. I want you to enjoy this.” His voice was kind, sincere. How could you say no to that?

“Only if you’re sure.” You said, hesitantly switching your bowl out for his.

“I’m sure.” He smiled at you again, and you felt like you’d been grounded down to the earth once and for all.

You didn’t make it home until the sun was about to set. Having too much fun with Hobi, you decided you could afford to stay out for a bit. He really was wonderful company, he seemed to make even the simplest of things fun. You’d hoped you’d get to hang out with him like that again in the future, the near future, to be exact. It was different than when the two of you were in the studio.

There, you were working. But today, you were out having lunch and enjoying spending casual time together. It felt like it went on forever, yet not nearly as long as you hoped it would last all at the same time.

However, you were happy to finally be in the comfort of your own home. Practice had kicked your ass today, and you were exhausted, grimy, and in desperate need of a shower and a nap.

Taehyung wasn’t home either, so you were home alone and excited by that fact. Very rarely did you ever have time to yourself and yourself alone. Except, you weren’t alone. And you didn’t know that until you walked into your master bedroom and saw Jimin sprawled out on your bed.

He nearly gave you a damn heart attack, had you shrieking like a banshee and clutching your chest.

“Jimin! What the fuck?!”

“It’s your fault for giving me a key.” He was flipping through a magazine, unfazed as ever.

“You could’ve texted me and told me you were coming over!” You scolded, and he just grinned.

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“I hate you sometimes.”

“Liar.”

You walked further into your room as you rolled your eyes, picking up a pillow and tossing it forcefully at his head.

“Hey!” He whined.

“Why did you show up here unannounced?” You questioned, lying down beside of him on your king sized bed.

“Wanted to see how practice went.” He turned the page, and you peered over his shoulder to see what he was reading. Of course it was a fashion magazine.

“Fine.” You answered simply, and your best friend was shutting the catalog instantly.  

“Damn, one syllable is all I get? Must’ve been better than I thought.” His smile was mischievous, and you had half a mind to smack it right off of his face.

“We danced. I learned the routine, and you did not. Which means you’ll have to work extra hard trying to catch up tomorrow.”

He rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what you were trying to do.

“Dude, shut up. You know I could learn it in my sleep, and you also know the ‘routine’ isn’t what I’m asking about.”

“Jimin,” you groaned, “don’t start.”

“Was it hot? Did you get off on grinding on Hoseok?” He wiggled his brows, and you flicked his nose with your thumb and middle finger.

“Ow!” He cried out, bringing a hand up to rub over the sore spot you’d just created.

“Don’t ask stupid shit like that.”

“Come on, Y/n. It’s me. You can talk to me about this shit.” He tried to convince you, and somewhere inside of you, you wanted to.

Because yeah, maybe you did get aroused from Hoseok’s hands on your ass. And maybe you did get a little wet when you were grinding against his thigh.

But who wouldn’t have? He was a fairly attractive man, after all. It didn’t mean anything. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“I’m going to take a shower.” You quickly changed the subject, swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

Jimin couldn’t help but to roll his eyes.

“You’re so fucking stubborn.”

“I know. Are you spending the night?”

You heard him sigh, a sad sigh that made your heart clench.

“I would, but... I don’t want to make Tae uncomfortable.”

“I get it. But you’re welcome to stay, you know that. This house is plenty big enough, and we always hang out in my room anyways.”

“Yeah, I know. But I’ve already pissed him off, or whatever. I’m sure me staying here would just add to that.”

You frowned, wishing that you could do something, or say anything to ease his obvious hurt.

“I love you, Chim.”

“Love you.”

Normally, you’d stay up until at least midnight. Tonight, however, you were exceptionally exhausted and were lying in bed by nine.

Your satin sheets felt extra comfortable underneath you, and your eyelids were heavy. Friends played on the big, wall mounted television in front of you, and the sound of your air conditioner running was lulling you right to sleep. Before you knew it, you were slipping into a state of blissful unconsciousness.

You weren’t sure how you’d ended up in Hoseok’s apartment. And you definitely weren’t sure how you’d ended up nearly naked underneath him on his couch. You were squirming below his touch, his blunt fingernails lightly scraping down your stomach, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

His hips were rutting into yours, Hoseok’s hardened length rubbing along your soaked, clothed core. You were a moaning mess, slews of curses and praises spilled out of your mouth, letting him know that you were fucking loving everything that he was giving you.

“Hoseok, please don’t stop.” Your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as you clutched onto his back in an attempt to keep yourself grounded. You felt like you were floating, like you were in a completely different time and place.

“God, I’ve waited so long for this,” he was growling lowly into your ear, his fingers descending south and flicking the thin strap of your thong against your hip, “waited so long for you.”

You yelped at the feeling of the string stinging your skin, your shriek turning into a whiny moan as you felt his hand begin to slip into your panties. You couldn’t wait for him to finally be where you needed him most. You didn’t care if his fingers were inside of you, his tongue, or his cock. You just needed some part of him filling you up. You needed it in the same way that you needed oxygen to survive, and you feared that you would die if he didn’t touch you right here, right now.

His head was hovering above yours now, and you were sure he was about to lean in for a kiss. Which had your pussy clenching around nothing. It had just occurred to you that you’d never kissed him, and all you wanted was to taste him. You were sure he’d taste delicious, sickeningly sweet.

Instead of his lips pressing against yours, though, they parted. And he began repeating your first name over and over again like a mantra, gradually getting louder and louder as the seconds ticked by.

One final yell of your name had your eyelids shooting open, the sound of Hoseok’s voice being replaced by the low tone of your brother’s. You blinked once, and then two more times for good measure. It took you a whole minute to realize that you were at home. In your bedroom, not in your choreographer’s apartment.

“Tae?” your voice was groggy, “what time is it?”

“Past ten. I could hear you from down the hall, it sounded like you were in pain so I came to check on you,” he said, cocking his head to the side as he stared down at you, “must’ve been one hell of a nightmare.”

Embarrassment immediately came over you, and you were thankful for the dark lighting of the room because you were sure your face was similar to the color of a tomato.

“Yeah— uh, just a... bad dream. I’m good.”

“If you’re sure.” His voice was laced with genuine concern, and you almost laughed. Such a protective older brother.

“I’m good, Tae. Swear.”

He nodded, mumbling a goodnight to you before turning to leave your bedroom.

You called out to him before he could shut the door.

“Hey, wait a second!”

“Yeah?” He was confused again, and you worried your lower lip before you spoke.

You weren’t usually one to meddle in his personal life, but this time, you felt like you had to. Or, that you at least had to try.

“You need to talk to Jimin. He thinks he made you upset, or mad. At the very least, you should tell him you aren’t angry with him.”

“Noted.”

That was all he said before he was shutting your door, and you couldn’t stop the dramatic roll of your eyes. Typical Taehyung.

You pushed your hair back and out of your face, grimacing as you felt the beads of sweat pooling on your forehead. In your half asleep state, you’d almost forgotten what you’d been dreaming about. You let out a groan as the images flashed through your memory.

Not only were you dreaming about Hoseok, but it was a wet dream. Surely, you hadn’t actually gotten aroused by it.

You bit down on your bottom lip before sliding your hand underneath your duvet, pressing your fingers against your underwear to test for any dampness. You gasped as you were greeted with soaked panties, hissing through your teeth as your fingertips barely grazed over your clit.

Before you really knew what you were doing, your hips were bucking up and into your hand. You pushed the cotton fabric to the side, letting your middle finger drag along your slick folds. You sighed at the feeling, your head tilting back as your eyes screwed shut. It was almost unbelievable how drenched you were just from a fucking dream. And a dream about your fucking choreographer, to beat it all.

You moaned at the images of Hoseok during practice earlier flooded your mind. He was so hot, and so sweaty. The way his fingers curled around your thighs had you wondering what it would feel like if he was the one touching you right now instead of yourself.

Maybe it was wrong, but you didn’t care. You kept yourself focused on Hoseok as you used your middle finger to circle around your throbbing bundle of nerves, whines and praises of his name slipping out of your mouth.

You dipped a finger down to tease your slit, imagining the entire time that it was him. You slipped a single digit into your heat and keened at the sensation. Hoseok’s fingers were much longer than yours, and you were sure he could have you cumming with them in no time.

Still, you decided to work with what you had and began to fuck into yourself until you were knuckle deep. You added a second finger and moaned at the stretch, your thighs beginning to shake already.

“Fuck, Hoseok!”

You picked up the pace of your fingers, curling once you found that spot that drove you absolutely mad. Using your free hand, you allowed your index and middle fingers to vigorously rub at your clit.

It was too much, too soon. Your walls contracted around your fingers, and your legs convulsed. Your thighs were trying to squeeze together and you were arching off the bed as you felt your lower stomach knot up, fire spreading from head to toe and making your toes curl.

Your orgasm hit so hard that you were practically screaming, Hoseok’s name being the only word left in your vocabulary. This was harder than any orgasm you’d had in a long time, and you could feel your juices squirting out and all over your hand and wrist. You squealed at the feeling, using your fingers to fuck yourself through your high.

Your breathing was erratic, and stars were circling above your head. You groaned as you pulled your hands away from your cunt, wincing at the emptiness.

An arm rested over your eyes as you attempted to stop panting. Slowly, you felt like you were back on earth again and the black dots you were seeing went away.

There was no fucking way that just happened. You did not get off while thinking of Hoseok.

You were furious. And you wished that you were mad at yourself, but the only reason you were angry was because you’d had to get yourself off. You wished it would’ve been him doing it instead.

Against your better judgement, you grabbed your phone off of your nightstand. It was eleven now, and although Hoseok was sure to be asleep, you needed to hear his voice. For what reason? You weren’t sure. Either way, you were scrolling through your contacts to find his name, pressing the call button with a bit too much enthusiasm.

When he answered the phone, his voice was raspy, deeper than usual. You were right, he’d been asleep.

“Hello?”

“Uhm, hi.” You said, voice shy and almost inaudible.

“Y/n? What time is it? Is everything okay?” He sounded worried.

“I’m okay! Uhh, it’s past eleven. I’m sorry for waking you, I didn’t mean to.” 

Yes you did.

He was beginning to sound a bit more awake now, and you heard him yawn on the other line.

“It’s alright, I just wasn’t expecting you to call. Or, call this late.”

“Yeah..”

It was silent for a few seconds, neither of you knowing quite what to say. You couldn’t exactly tell him that you’d just made yourself squirt to the thought of him. And he wasn’t about to tell you that he was glad you called.

“What are you doing up?”

“Uhm—“ you stumbled, trying to come up with any excuse other than the truth, “I couldn’t sleep.”

You heard him chuckle, and it was as if all of your worries and nervousness evaporated at the sound of his laughter.

“Not that I’m not flattered, but.. why did you call me because you couldn’t sleep?”

You groaned internally. Why did he have to ask such questions?

“I just... I don’t know. I wanted to talk to you, is all, I guess.”

“Okay.” He seemed satisfied with your answer, and you sighed in relief.

“Hobi?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you FaceTime me until I fall asleep?”

As badly as you longed to see him in person, you figured that this would do for now.

“Absolutely.”

He was calling you instantly, and you smiled as soon as you laid eyes on him. His hair was disheveled from sleeping, and his cheeks were a bit puffy. Suddenly, the other side of your bed felt a bit too empty. And you wondered what it would feel like if he were laying beside of you.

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[katoska]

@herqueensguard who asked for missing scenes. I know you asked for a summary, but... summaries are hard, so I just translated the text. There was more of it than I remembered, so I cut to save people's dashes.

So, this one isn't Michael & Janet exactly, but gets a honorable mention:

Shortly after the FBI lie:

Chidi: Ok, if you really know everything about us, who was my prom-date?

Janet: Nobody. You elected yourself to student supervisor and then snitched on the vice-principal for lighting a cigarette outside of the disignated smoking zone.

Chidi: Why did I ask such an embarrassing question in front of the group?

After "See you in hell", Michael and Janet are in the journalism classroom:

Janet: Michael, I have a question. Why didn't you tell Jason that we used to be together?

Michael: I thought they already have enough to work through, without getting into you and Jason... or Eleanor and Chidi. Also Jason asked me some very irrelevant questions, mainly about catering. I have a feeling he doesn't fully understand what's going on.

Janet': Makes sense. It's weird to have feelings. Makes it harder to make decisions.

Michael: Heh.

Janet: What should we do now? If we go back through the portal you'll be retired, I'll be marbelised and shot into space, game over.

Michael: Well, we could live a while on Earth, couldn't we? We could use a little holiday, and we coud try to figure out some of life's questions like: Why do people park on a driveway, or: Why do people drive cars that burn oil instead of use the unlimited solar power available, which would reduce emissions as well as reverse climate change? Stuff like that.

Janet: Alright, let's live here for a while, that could be fun!

Michael: I already know what I want to do first, but we need money for it.

[Outside. Janet reaches into a pipe running the side of some building and pulls out an old watch]

Janet: There it is. This watch is worth over 27 thousand dollars.

Michael: Whose watch us that?

Janet: James Wagener from Cranberra lost it on the 3rd of February 1989. Sad story, he thought his business partner had stolen it, they had a massive fight and never talked to each other again.

Michael (face falling): Let's give it back to him.

Janet: He dieds fourteen years ago.

Michael (perking up again): Let's sell it and buy some frozen yogurt!

[in the froyo cafe]:

Michael: Maybe we could just live on Earth forever. You could keep locating lost treasures for us to sell and I'll start a popular youtube channel where I unpack things. You can make a lot of money from unpacking things on youtube.

Janet: How about we just have fun? Travel, and see everything the world has to offer: The Taj Mahal, the Grand Canyon, the theatre in which John Travolta said "Adele Dazeem", and then... [she hesitates]

Michael: And then, we'll turn ourselves in. Face our fate. That's a wonderful plan, Janet, but there's one thing I still have to do.

Janet: I'm good with anything! Not trying to sound arrogant, I'm sorry if I... I mean. Sorry.

Michael: You okay?

Janet: I'm sorry. I think being perceived as woman on Earth is affecting me. I feel less confident and always want to apologise. Does that make sense? I'm sorry eugh I feel dumb, I'm very silly right now, really sorry about that! [gets louder and more agitated] Why am I apologising all the time? I'm sorry for shouting so much. Okay [calmes herself, claps hands] I'm sorry.

[Michael is writing the manifesto. Very slowly. Laughs at "Micahel"]

Michael: Oh, look, a little cartoon paperclip has appeared! "It looks like you are writing a manifesto. Would you like some formatting tips?" Sure do, little buddy! [he goes to click it]

Janet: Maybe you should dictate and I should type.

after the manifesto is finished, right before the gang walks in:

Michael: I know it's touristy, but I'd really like to visit a Lenscrafters.

Janet: Oh! And I'd like to get bangs! No, that would probably look stupid. Sorry that I'm talking about myself again. Argh, are you mad at me? Why do I keep doing this?

[Michael is ignoring Janet's freak out and looking over her shoulder at Eleanor and Chidi walking in]

...and that was that. Can't say I'm all that sad about "insecure Janet" landing on the cutting floor

[bangtanfancamp]

Of Dusk and Summer

✨ Teaser ✨

Sneak peak at my upcoming one shot!!!

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∴ one shot

∴ playlist/ soundtrack

∴ pairing : Park Jimin x reader

∴ teaser length: 1.8k words

∴ final length: at least 25k + words

∴ rating: Mature (is very soft. And probably doesn’t need one this high but just in case. I’ll amend if need be once story is complete)

∴ genre : coming of age, angst, fluff, romance, bf2l (best friends to lovers), high school au

∴warnings: mentions of emotional abuse and dysfunctional family dynamics, light smut? Sort of? (Intense makeout-still SFW)

Graduation and academic excellence is all Jimin has had his eyes fixed on for as long as he can remember. Today, it finally happens. Today, he finally walks the stage and graduates. Today, his goals finally become reality. Or at least, that’s what he thought-until the best friend he thought he knew inside and out shows up in his window while he’s getting ready, and his life is never quite the same.

Alt: Park Jimin and his best friend have one incredible night that changes what they are to each other forever.

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There it is again- that clattering sound.

That’s at least the fifth time he’s heard it. It’s almost like fingernails tapping against the glass behind him, but that can’t be possible- he’s on the second floor. Every time Jimin looks back at his bedroom window, there’s nothing there.

Not even a pollen drunk honeybee bumping against the glass- nothing. He’s beginning to feel like he’s losing his mind. Turning his attention back to his mirror, he chooses to ignore it this time- he’s finally almost got the knot right in his tie. It’s taken him the better part of twenty minutes to even get this close.

But there it is again.

That sound- the tinkling against the glass.

Before he can stop himself, he’s whipping his head back to look and...there goes the knot. Dang it. Brow furrowed, he frowns down at his tie before giving up completely, sliding it from beneath his collar to chuck it on the floor. Agitated and swearing under his breath, he stomps, disgruntled, toward the accursed window and flings it open.

“For the love of God, what is — Y/n??” Jimin looks positively gobsmacked, because there you are- your palm full of rocks, arm cocked mid-throw as your silky red graduation robes flutter in the breeze.

“There you are! Took you long enough.” You taunt him from the lawn.

“What the heck are you doing here? Graduation’s in less than an hour!” Jimin is a patient man, but this is not remotely the time for shenanigans.

“Don’t you think I know that? Why do you think I’m here?” You roll your eyes, striding across the lawn before hiking up your robe to reveal denim shorts and hoisting yourself up the ivy trellis on the front of the house.

“I don’t know why you’re here! That’s why I’m asking- y/n, what are you doing? My mom just fixed that trellis! You know she hates when you stomp through her garden! Why can’t you just use the front door like a normal person?” Jimin tips his head to the side in frustration, strands of his silky black hair falling into his eyes before he can push them away.

‘Because, Chim, I don’t need to go through the rest of the house when I have a direct route to the person i'm here to see. Now move- let me through.” You dip your head and crouch as Jimin resignedly steps back to give you room to slip through the window.

“You still haven’t told me why you’re here, y/n, or why you couldn’t just call to say whatever it was. We’ve got to get ready to go.” Turning back to his dresser, he begins to hunt for his black bow tie from Prom- maybe he’ll have better luck with that.

“That’s just it, Chim. That’s why I’m here.” You’re still standing resolute in front of the window, dodging as a pair of Jimin’s swim shorts fly past your face in his hunt for his bow tie.

“Do you need a ride to graduation?” His confusion is apparent in his tone as he moves to ransack his closet. “Goddamn it, where is my bow tie?! I don’t have time for thi-

“No, because I’m not going, Chim.” Your voice is so quiet, he almost misses it.

“I know i put it right— wait. You’re what?” His face goes slack as he turns back to face you. “What do you mean?”

Sighing, you cross the room to grip his shoulders. “I mean- I can't do this. I’m not going to graduation today, Jimin.”

“Are you crazy? You have to go!” He searches your eyes for some sign that this is a joke but doesn’t find one.

“No actually- we don’t have to go. It’s optional,” you say softly as Jimin frowns.

“I don’t think that means what you think it means, Y/n.”

“If you’ve completed all your finals and have a high enough GPA, you don’t actually have to walk. Pietro Salazar got strep last year the day before and didn’t attend and still got a diploma,” you shrug.

“Because he had strep! Do you? Are you ill?” He questions as he presses the back of his hand to your forehead. You swat it away and frown at him.

“No, I don’t have a fever! I’m serious.” There’s a grit in your tone that he’s not used to and doesn’t understand.

“Are you sure? Because you’re clearly either mad with fever or just plain lost your mind because this is crazy! You’re being crazy,” he huffs. He doesn’t mean to sound so belligerent- really, he doesn’t- but he doesn’t understand. The clock to graduation is ticking down, and you’re standing in front of him like a lost sheep while he has an aneurysm over the fact that he can maintain a 3.9 GPA but can’t manage to tie a goddamn tie. He loves you, he does, but he just doesn’t have the patience for whatever this is right now. Still, he thinks, She’s your best friend: word it better than that. He sighs and tries again when he realizes his frustration isn’t going to get through to you.

“Y/n, we’ve been looking forward to today for years. You can’t just decide to not go half an hour before-“ he glances at the wall clock behind you as his throat suddenly seizes up.” Oh my god, it’s only half an hour til four?? Y/n, we can talk about whatever alien tried to do a biopsy on your brain later, but we have got to go!” He tries to slip out of your grasp, but your grip around his biceps only tightens.

“I’m serious, Jimin. I’m not going.” You look more resolute than he’s ever seen you before- much too focused, with much too much clarity for a woman who’s clearly lost her mind.

“B-but you’re Valedictorian! I would’ve killed to make valedictorian. You know how hard I tried. Why in the world would you just not show up?” He looks at you like you’ve grown an extra head.

“Because! I’m just not. That’s all there is to it. I’ve got to get out of here, Chim. And I... came to see if you’d come with me.” Your eyes are softer then as you brace for his reaction.

“Come with you?” The words feel strange leaving his mouth.

“Yeah, I took the truck. It’s got a full tank of gas. I’ve got a backpack full of everything we’ll need- I just... need my best friend.” Your eyes meet his, and he realizes you’re serious.

“I - Y/n, what's really going on?” Brows pinched, his dark eyes search your face for a reason you aren’t ready to give him.

“Look, I know today is a big deal for you. I’m not a complete jerk. You know I know that. I just- I need to do this. And if you can’t come, I at least wanted you to hear it from me so-“

“Y/n where are you even gonna go?” He cuts you off. Breaking out of your grip to card his fingers through his hair, he studies you as he waits for your response.

“I don’t know for sure,” you say honestly. Jimin is not amused by how little you’ve prepared for this.

“ Are you leaving- like permanently? Or just like, going to hide out down at the froyo spot?” He frowns, wincing at how caustic his stress is making his tone. You look a bit hurt, and he tries to soften his voice to hide his impending hysteria as the clock ticks behind you.

“Cause if you’re asking me to run away with you indefinitely, I can’t leave my cat behind. You know my mom can’t stand her. Do I need to bring her? Cause if you’re thinking this is long term and I don’t bring her, I won't have a pet to come home to when we come galavanting back from Narnia.” His eyes are far off, detached as he rambles over the semantics of it all. That’s what he does. He’s the thinker. You’re the dreamer. He’s just doing his best to get a grasp on it all.

“What? No, Jimin- Calico’s gonna be fine. I have a couple of ideas- I just... know I need to get out of here, at least for today.” There’s something off. About all of this. This isn’t like you. You don’t do things like this. What is going on with you?

There’s a look in your eyes he’s never seen before. Five years of friendship and somehow there’s a panicked terror in your gaze that’s entirely brand new to him. Except, it’s not. Somehow, it’s strangely familiar. It’s just never been this bad. It makes him wonder…

“Y/n...is it your mom again?” His face is soft with concern and the second he sees your features shift he knows he has his answer. He catches the way your eyes harden, the way you swallow, the way it looks like you’re about to crawl out of your skin. There it is. Dang it. He can’t leave you like this. Not again.

Shaking your head, you plant your feet and try one more time to meet his eyes. Sniffling, you tell him in a voice laced with conviction, “It doesn’t matter. Chim, I’m leaving- are you coming or not?” You palm your keys in your hand as you pin him with a look.

A heavy sigh tumbles from his chest as he realizes what he’s about to do. “I know there’s something more to this that you’re not telling me…” he states calmly as your eyes fall away from his. “But I’m not gonna leave you alone with whatever this is.”

Your face snaps up to his, relief flooding you as you crash into him, embracing him in an excruciatingly tight hug. “Oh my god, thank you.”

He holds you back, arms firm around your waist, and gives himself a minute to realize what he’s committing to. No official cap and gown. No cheesy pictures with his parents. No walking with his classmates to receive the paper declaring that he’s finally, officially an adult. No final milestone of high school.

But there’ll be you….

And as he feels the warmth of you melt against his neck, maybe that’s all he needs.

His mother will probably kill him. No, she’ll definitely kill him. But if today is supposed to signify his transition into adulthood, then maybe it’s time he makes his first real stance in what kind of man he’s going to be.

To make his first proper adult decision.

Figures it would somehow be tied to you.

“All right, all right,” pulling himself out of your grip, Jimin tries to ignore the way your relieved smile and watery eyes tug at something in his chest. He’s never been able to explain his irrational soft spot for you, least of all right now. “If we’re gonna do this, then we’ve gotta go now. Just let me grab a few things,” he sighs.

(to be continued)

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Author’s note: hey guys!!! Hope you enjoyed. This piece is incredibly special to me. And I can’t wait to share the rest with you. The story will be told from both Jimin and Y/N’s perspectives and will hopefully be going through final revisions in the coming week. - christiana ✨

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[sufroyo]

Any tips on finding your style??? I’m so hecking confused but you’re like my main inspiration so do you have any???

heck!!!! u and me are on the same boat anon ive been starting 2 try n find ways 2 switch up my style too yikes

i think i answered an ask similar 2 this at some point in time but i am going 2 reorganise it into a nice list or else thisll bcome a huge cluster of text

keep drawing regardless of how much u like/dislike what ur hand does trust me u will hit a point where u think “hey…this doesnt look……that horrible…”

looking @ other artists’ stuff 4 inspo is gr8! try 2 identify what u like about their style. if ur gonna try and redraw stuff though pls dont post that w/o permission since not all artists like others 2 redraw their works

but if looking at other artists’ stuff makes u not want 2 draw bc u feel like u suck then DONT!!! DO THAT!!!! sometimes ur imagination is all that u need dont feel pressured 2 have to take inspiration from others

observational drawings are always great 4 practising proportions and anatomy! some ppl can jump right in2 stylistic stuff but i find that getting a basic grasp on a persons face first can rlly help u 2 play around and exaggerate emotions later on

so that failed thats still long and u know what im not rlly able 2 give real good art advice but these r just things ive done over the yrs!! u GOT this anon

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the  snow  is  falling  beautifully  on  the  grounds  .  coating  the  ground  in  a  beautiful  white  glow  ,  making  the  trees  look  like  they  were  glistening  under  the  sunlight  .  residents  have  mixed  feelings  ,  those  who  loathe  the  winter  are  cooped  up  in  their  homes  ,  drinking  hot  chocolate  or  tea  while  others  are  running  around  in  the  white  ,  cold  flurries  like  they  are  children  once  again  .  

walking  through  the  downtown  ,  you  can  see  the  lights  beginning  to  be  attached  outside  the  shops  &  snowmen  being  built  around  every  corner  .  there  are  holiday  treats  beginning  to  be  introduced  in  your  favourite  coffee  shop  or  froyo  stand  ,  wanting  to  get  everyone  into  the  holiday  spirit  .  although  there  is  something  lingering  in  the  back  of  everyone’s  mind  ,  a  question  that  is  lingering  so  much  that  it’s  beginning  to  cause  a  disturbance  in  the  air  .  is  this  -----  actually  -----  the  good  place  ?

it’s  about  five  in  the  evening  when  the  architect  group  begin  to  feel  an  unease  in  their  bodies  ,  around  six  in  the  evening  when  the  sun  begins  to  rise  -  or  at  least  something  that  is  as  bright  as  the  sun  .  residents  quickly  move  out  of  restaurants  ,  run  out  of  their  homes  &  stare  up  at  the  sky  ,  trying  to  shade  their  eyes  from  the  bright  light  that  is  shining  .  but  ,  as  soon  as  they  have  managed  to  see  it  ,  it’s  gone  &  back  to  the  normal  sunset  that  should  be  making  itself  known  .

they  simply  believe  it  is  just  a  glitch  ,  michael  coming  on  the  main  screen  to  notify  them  that  it  was  just  a  mishap  in  the  south  side  as  they  are  doing  construction  .  moving  towards  the  south  side  ,  the  architects  make  sure  to  keep  their  distance  -  not  wanting  to  harm  themselves  or  the  residents  ,  it  could  give  everything  away  .  that’s  when  they  find  them  ,  stunned  &  unmoving  on  the  other  side  of  the  yellow  tape  .  before  they  could  even  reach  towards  them  to  pull  them  back  into  the  regular  timed  community  ,  they  hear  the  screams  .

the  north  side  is  filled  with  people  running  ,  the  ground  shaking  underneath  their  feet  .  people  are  shoving  others  ,  trying  to  get  to  the  downtown  area  or  to  either  the  east  or  west  -  although  neither  of  those  places  are  safe  at  the  moment  either  .  the  east  side  has  endless  high  -  pitched  screeches  ,  like  a  couple  dozen  birds  yelling  in  the  sky  but  their  beaks  right  next  to  your  ears  .  the  west  side  is  getting  blinded  once  again  by  the  bright  lights  ,  shining  through  their  curtains  &  causing  them  to  ask  kimmy  for  sunglasses  as  if  they’re  going  out  of  style  .

it’s  eight  in  the  evening  when  everyone  is  finally  called  down  to  the  downtown  area  ,  the  architects  trying  to  keep  their  calm  .  it’s  clear  that  information  is  being  withheld  -  clearly  something  had  happened  in  the  south  side  that  they  will  not  tell  the  residents  ,  keeping  it  very  straight  forward  .  all  you  hear  is  that  school  is  cancelled  and  that  the  field  is  off  limits  -  no  exceptions  .  but  are  you  even  going  to  listen  to  them  ?  look  at  what  happened  the  last  time  you  were  told  to  not  go  somewhere  .

ooc  information  :

there’s  a  sinkhole  !  there  is  no  information  given  to  the  residents  as  to  what  caused  the  sinkhole  -  but  there  will  be  more  coming  soon  !

school  is  cancelled  ,  as  the  sinkhole  is  taking  up  the  entire  field  where  sports  and  flying  lessons  took  place  .  although  the  rest  of  the  northside  is  quite  untouched  -  other  than  a  few  things  tipped  over  in  households  or  some  broken  glass  ,  there  is  always  an  architect  nearby  to  make  sure  no  one  is  trespassing  .

the  east  side  got  the  loud  noises  when  the  sinkhole  was  making  itself  known  ,  feeling  like  there  were  a  bunch  of  crows  screeching  in  your  ears  ,  while  the  west  side  got  the  blinding  light  once  again  -  only  closer  this  time  .  the  north  side  felt  like  an  earth  quake  .

although  it’s  said  to  not  venture  that  way  ,  we  all  know  some  characters  are  curious  little  menaces'  &  will  happen  to  move  that  way  .  that’s  alright  !  just  try  to  be  the  first  one  to  tell  the  rest  it’s  a  sinkhole  ,  or  keep  it  a  secret  !  what  better  than  to  have  one  up  on  the  architects  ,  right  ?

we  will  allow  each  mun  to  have  one  free  open  starter  regarding  this  plot  drop  -  you  may  also  begin  incorporating  it  into  on-going  threads  ,  if  you’d  like  !

if  you  have  any  questions  ,  don’t  hesitate  to  message  the  main  or  ask  kimmy  .