#i might buy some of that vanilla barista milk and start drinking coffee again

[omppupiiras]

each day i don't have to go grocery shopping is another day of me conquering the brainrot and not buying some stupid oat milk, yogurt and dessert bc of some dumb rapper with a bowlcut

[doublekrecs]

ethanol (k. tetsuro)

ethanol (k. tetsuro)

synopsis: your lab partner in chem is annoying.

word count: 4.2 k

college!au, barista!akaashi, e2l, mean!kuroo, meg thee stallion stan!atsumu fem!reader

warnings: a lil angsty, swearing, nsfw, smut, some semi x reader smut, fingering, oral, face sitting, drunk sex, drinking, mentions of weed, degradation, hate sex??, unprotected sex, overstimulation, a lil breathplay?

walking into a stem class, especially chemistry, you expected at least a few girls to be in there with a male majority. it’s not that you didn’t get along with boys, in fact, your best friends were men themselves. but being a girl in a science class meant constantly being talked down upon, sometimes sexualized by some weird ass incels.

so when you walked into your small class as the only girl who knew no one with nowhere to sit, you settled for the next best thing: sitting next to a guy who had seemingly okay vibes. and you spotted exactly that. you couldn’t deny that he was kind of hot, a little rugged looking with his messy rooster hair. though he was only sitting down, you were also able to tell he had some height on him.

you took your seat next to him and waited in silence for the professor to start the class. this class is only a semester long. this repeated in your head like a mantra. one semester. one semester. and it’s next to a seemingly normal hot guy. you could do this. as the professor got right into the topic, you got to work right away. notes were scribbled, important topics were highlighted, your focus completely spent on the class.

“god, your perfume reeks. what did you do? dump the whole bottle?”

you looked to your left. gears were turning in your head and you felt yourself tense at the sound of his first spoken words. are you fucking serious? yeah, you liked your vanilla scented perfume. bokuto did, too. hinata loved it. akaashi was indifferent, but he never said anything negative. one semester, you repeated to yourself. one semester.

“your hair looks like absolute shit, but you don’t see me complaining about it.”

and that was your first impression of kuroo tetsuro, your lab partner. a complete asshole.

-

“and he fucking asked me if i dumped a bottle of perfume on myself! i’m not going to survive this semester with this rooster bitch.”

you sighed loudly and turned to bokuto and hinata who listened intently. while you came down from your red, hot anger, the faces of these two angels helped you feel good again.

“i’m sorry, (y/n), but there’s this one guy in my math class you might get along with. he said he was taking the same chem class, so just tell me when you need help,” bokuto responded, putting his arm around you, “but for now, it’s dinner time.”

“from where?”

“osamu. hinata won a bet against atsumu and now we have free onigiris.”

hinata snickered in the kitchen while akaashi typed away on his laptop. your roommates really were the sweetest.

-

for the next two weeks, the class slowly started more and more labs. you and kuroo mostly stayed silent unless you needed to talk about what to do with various liquids or what solid formed from what. it was okay like this. he was tolerable, except when-

“you’re off by one mililliter.”

“what?”

“you heard me, you’re off by a milliliter.”

you turned to kuroo and your sight is met with his usual stoic expression, “does it even matter? this is a huge beaker and one milliliter is like nothing compared to the rest of the solution.”

“you want to get consistent results, don’t you? so stop being sloppy or else we’re both going to fail this class. you can’t treat this class like the way you treat your perfume.”

shock took over, then boiling anger.

“sloppy? you come here looking like a fucking rooster.”

“what do you mean?”

“have you brushed your fucking hair in the last 3 years? have you looked in the mirror?”

just one semester. one semester.

you calmly composed yourself, remembering that bokuto and hinata had planned a movie night. you can get through this stupid class period. -

“and he lost his shit over one fucking milliliter! can you believe it?”

akaashi listened as he poured the milk into your coffee. you always liked to visit the cafe during the slow hours to check up on your roomie. plus, the quiet atmosphere, the smell of pastries, and akaashi’s pretty face was the perfect setting for ranting about your stupid fucking lab partner.

“i don’t know, (y/n). he’s a bit of an asshole, but maybe he’s just meticulous. it could be a good thing, you know.”

“metic-a-what? i need you to translate your big boy vocabulary, kaash.”

“you know i hate that nickname.”

“yet you have no problem when bokuto calls you that. you’re warming up.” he sighed in response while you gave a toothy grin back up at him.

“you got me there. but what i’m trying to say is that he pays attention to small details. he looks at little intricacies, especially in your assignments.”

“intri-ca-what?”

-

the next month of chem went by fast. you and kuroo had little snarky remarks here and there, but nothing too bad. he was just less of an asshole for right now.

you sat in your usual spot with the same scent of vanilla lingering on you since the first day of school. the class period went by with the usual routine: notebook? check. pen? check. highlighters? check. asshole lab partner? check. until halfway through the lecture-

“shit.” the highlighter ink was running low, your notes were getting less and less vibrant. while you knew highlighting signified some kind of shallow understanding of the subject, color coding helped you organize your thoughts.

you made a note to yourself to buy a new pack the next day.

but then the next day came and there was already a new one at your desk. midliners, in fact, the ones with prettier colors. the ones that were slightly more expensive than your usual ones with a post it note that read your name on it. you had no problem with accepting this anonymous gift, picking it up with admiration shining in your eyes. now you can continue class with your usual routine: notebook? check. pen? check. highlighters? check. asshole lab partner? check.

-

“so no one was going to tell us that we were going to throw a party tonight?”

akaashi spoke sternly to the two children on the couch while you prepared some snacks. for a party. that you discovered was happening tonight. ten minutes ago.

“aghaaashi, we haven’t thrown one in awhile. plus, it’s been awhile since all of us drank together.” bokuto whined. hinata had his full puppy dog eyes on as if he was a little boy begging their dad for a puppy.

“fine. but if anyone throws up, you guys are the ones cleaning the bathroom.”

while akaashi turned around, the children celebrated by excitedly putting out their drinks. this was going to be a long night.

-

there’s some whores in this house. there’s some whores in this house. there’s some whores in this house.

dim lights? check. henny and sprite? check. meg thee stallion? check. the basic tools necessary for a fun night.

tsumu drunkenly held onto you as if you were some kind of pillar. who knew it only took a few shots for such a big man to lose his ability to walk straight?

“(y/n)!!! wap is playing!!!”

“i know, baby, it’s your song!!”

“i know damn well flattykawa isn’t stealing the fucking show!! hold my drink, babe.”

that’s when you kissed his cheek good luck and your buddy disappeared onto the dance floor. and your eyes were met with the sight of a pretty boy staring at you.

“kaashi, who’s that?” your roommate turned to you, the pretty boy, then back to you.

“semi eita. he was in one of my literature classes. he was also on the volleyball team at shiratorizawa in high school.”

“the one with big daddy ushiwaka?”

“yeah,” he grimaced, “he’s in a band now.”

“A BAND??”

“you know what? just remember to use protection-“

kaashi was interrupted by the sight of tsumu throwing it back to hinata. the tangerine haired child really was doing his best, but tsumu was a big man. although, he really did show oikawa up.

“shoyo is so small. is he going to be okay?”

“not my problem.”

your focus went back up to the blondish grey haired musician. ruffled hair, cuffed jeans, a loose shirt. semi eita. huh. you took your last sip and discarded the red solo cup. you took another peak at him. bedroom eyes.

“hey, (y/n), the guy in my math class just got here- oh.”

“i’m gonna have to meet him some other time, bokuto.”

kuroo poured himself another drink and immediately found bokuto full of energy and red faced from the alcohol. a hyena laugh filled the room at the sight of hinata and tsumu, until he scanned the rest of room and saw you. in the hallway. with some guy with grey hair. who you led to an empty room. his heart dropped a little, but he didn’t know why.

“hey, my roommate is kinda busy right now so i can’t really introduce you two,” bokuto apologized, “why do you look like that?”

“like what, owl head?”

“sad.” he spoke with concern.

“oh, i thought i saw this one girl from one of my classes. but it doesn’t matter. let’s go drink.”

-

not even ten minutes later, you were in your bedroom with the pretty grey haired musician, most of your clothes already on the floor. you straddled him and cupped his face as his lips met yours, then your neck, then your shoulder.

his fingers found their way into your panties, quickly finding your clit as he sucked the sweet spot on your neck.

“s-semi.” you whined, grinding on his hand.

“you wanna cum on my fingers first, babe?”

you nodded quickly, lips once again meeting his. he laid you down on your bed, head resting in the crook of your neck. you felt two fingers enter you as semi curled them, his thumb rubbing your clit. the pace was agonizingly slow, but the more vocal you were, the more he sped up.

“you’re so fucking wet, baby. you’re so fucking tight.” he mumbled in your ears.

his mouth made contact with your nipple, swirling his hot tongue over the hardened bud. his mouth continued to move south, eventually replacing his thumb. you felt his tongue circle your clit quickly as his fingers continued the assault on your g spot. you clenched around his fingers, letting out small whines as the coil in you began to tighten.

“i’m going to cum, semi.” you breathed out.

he let out a low groan of affirmation, “don’t hold back, then.” his fingers began to move faster, your g spot being hit even harder. his mouth was back on your clit, sucking the small nub harshly. your thighs began to shake as his fingers fucked you through your high.

he pulled his fingers and his mouth met yours once again, your teeth pulling on his bottom lip. his fingers were brought up to your lips and you sucked on them greedily. this was going to be one hell of a night.

-

the crackling sound of the oil filled your ears as akaashi cracked some eggs onto the pan. the smell of food and coffee drifted in the apartment. the morning after was always nice for you two since you guys rarely drank a ridiculous amount of alcohol. sure, you had to take out some trash and clean up here and there, but surprisingly, no one threw up last night.

“when do you think bokuto and hinata are going to wake up this time?” you asked sipping your coffee while akaashi added rice onto the pan.

“hinata’s awake, he just feels like shit. bokuto fell asleep in the bath tub, so you know the drill.”

you nodded, walking up to the fridge to make your classic hangover concoction. as if on cue, bokuto walked into the living room with his fingers pressed onto his temple and hair looking all sad.

“good morning, you baby.”

“you hooked up with semi, didn’t you?” bokuto responded with a smirk on his face.

“i did what?”

and that was the moment semi decided to emerge from your bedroom shamelessly. his hair was messy, his clothes were all disheveled, and the memories from last night hit you all at once. you didn’t even notice that he was sleeping next to you in your bed when you walked straight to the kitchen for breakfast.

“morning.” he smiled at you and gave you a peck on the cheek. bokuto snickered while akaashi was unphased by the interaction.

“morning.” you responded, your face getting hot as you recalled the events of last night. he was good. very good. you couldn’t deny the fact that he had some talented fingers. and a pretty good stroke game.

“you want any coffee?” akaashi offered, as semi headed towards the door.

“no, i’m good. i’m supposed to eat breakfast with wakatoshi.” he replied groggily. semi let out a yawn and bid bokuto and akaashi a farewell before he pulled you aside.

“thanks for last night. call me if you want to do it again some other time. or not.”

you nodded, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks as he left.

“(y/n), you fucking asshole!! you were supposed to get with the guy in my math class!! i knew him in high school he’s a big sweet nerd!” bokuto whined.

“yeah, yeah, i’ll meet him when there’s another party. me and semi were just a one time thing.” you brushed him off as you put all the ingredients in the blender for the hungover children.

-

“all of you are going to have to collaborate with your partner for this lab report.”

you threw your head back with a silent groan. this was going to be a long assignment. you looked to the asshole on your left. his face was expressionless as he looked back at you.

“i know you despise me, but we both want an A on this.”

you couldn’t disagree with him. he had become more tolerable the past few months, often lending you notes that you had missed with the addition of some snarky comment. plus, you often got good scores on your assignments, some of his insight being helpful. at this point, you had developed the habit of going to the cafe akaashi worked at after to rant. he would make you some coffee, lend you some advice, and calm you down as you ranted about your asshole lab partner. it was a whole routine.

“fine. the cafe after class. my friend works there and it isn’t too crowded.”

“okay.”

the rest of the class period went by in the blink of an eye and you finally found yourselves entering the small shop. the scent of coffee and pastries filled your nostrils and a sense of happiness and familiarity flowed through your veins.

“kuroo?” akaashi furrowed his eyebrows.

“kaaaashi!!” he responded excitedly, “i didn’t know you worked here.”

“well, i gotta make money somehow. plus, (y/n) here likes to snag some free coffee during my shifts.” akaashi narrowed his eyes at you.

“wait, you two know each other?” you asked. how did this asshole know your sweet, stoic roommate?

“our volleyball teams played a lot in high school. i used to practice with bokuto and akaashi. you’re their roommate?”

the barista nodded as he prepared your iced coffee, “i was just at your party a week ago. small world.”

kuroo looked at you and the puzzle pieces came together in his head. so this was the cute roommate bokuto boasted about. not bad.

“how do you two know each other?”

“he’s my lab partner.” you grumbled quietly.

“you wanna say that a little louder, sweetheart?”

you flinched at the nickname while kaashi tried his best to hide a smile. it was a small world indeed.

the next few hours were spent sitting across from kuroo, entering data, highlighting important results, interpreting the recorded numbers. it was plain busy work in a cafe, but it oddly felt warm. when it came to writing about applications, kuroo seemed a little better than just tolerable. you would have an idea and he wouldn’t shut it down. instead, he engaged in them and spoke with intent. you would make a small connection to an environmental solution and his face would light up and his eyes would widen in excitement. the input that followed was filled with insight and it almost felt like his heart would pour out. he really did live and breathe chemistry. it was nice to see someone just as passionate as you are.

the bell of the cafe rang signifying another customer. you instinctively looked up, your face immediately lighting up.

“tsum-tsum!!” you jumped excitedly, “i haven’t seen you since you threw back to hinata bokuto’s party!!”

“please do not remind me,” he said with a disappointed sigh, but quickly turned back to his trademark smirk, “but did i look better than flattykawa?” he asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“no.”

“wow, that was cold.”

while tsumu ordered his muffin, you let kuroo know that you were going to take a small ten minute break to catch up with tsumu to which he responded with a grumble.

you quickly got up and sat at another table with tsumu, quickly catching up about the past week and telling him all about kuroo.

“ooo (y/n), you wanna kiss him so bad? he probably wants it, too. i can feel his death glares.” tsumu said with a wide grin and raised eyebrows.

“what? no! that’s my asshole lab partner!” you whisper yelled back.

“whatever you say. the fact you two hate each other thickens the sexual tension, baby girl,” tsumu stood up and placed a kiss on your cheek, “remember to come to my volleyball game on friday, there’s gonna be a party at later that night. i’m sure bokuto told you already.”

you nodded and pulled him into a hug before he left.

“so miya atsumu, huh?” kuroo spoke up as you returned with your iced coffee.

“what about him?”

“you’re dating? i don’t see another reason to waste time that could be used on a project that’s worth a good chunk of our grade.” he replied snarkily.

“he’s a friend, i don’t see why you need to be a dick about me wanting to catch up with a friend.” your head hurt. fifteen minutes ago, he was sweet and insightful. but now, he was a cold asshole again. what the fuck was this guy’s problem?”

“well maybe you should stop slutting around with your ‘friends’ while we’re supposed to be working.” you scoffed. slutting around? is he fucking serious?

“i can’t believe i thought you were a sweet person for a few hours. i can’t stay here if i’m just going to get slut shamed for the rest of our work time. i’ll see you in class tomorrow, you fucking asshole.”

you got up and checked up on akaashi who was already clocking out. he was going to get an earful on the way home tonight.

-

“(y/n), you better not hook up with anyone tonight. you’re meeting my classmate tonight and i don’t want to have to tell him that you were ‘busy’ again.” bokuto pointed at you with a stern look on his face.

“yeah okay, ko.”

“good.”

you walked out to the living room with some light makeup and a skirt. hinata’s eyes lit up as he sped towards you. akaashi rolled his eyes while bo coughed.

“(y/n), you look so pretty!! when did you get that skirt? oh my!!” hinata poked and bombarded you with compliments and questions like the sweet child he is.

“(y/n), why are you wearing your horny stress outfit?” akaashi asked, glaring at the skirt.

“my what?”

“whenever you want to relieve some stress by hooking up with someone, you wear a skirt, dummy,” bo explained, “oh no. the victim better be my math buddy.”

you huffed. sure, they weren’t wrong, but still.

“is this about your lab partner?” akaashi questioned, pulling you aside from bokuto and shoyo.

“maybe,” you paused, “okay, yeah, but there’s been so much tension after that incident and i hate it. it’s stressing me out and the project is due in a few days. let me hook up with bo’s friend.”

“fine.”

-

dim lights? check. henny and sprite? check. meg thee stallion? check. the basic tools necessary for another fun night. now, you were just waiting for bo’s nerd friend to appear.

“tsum tsum!!” you yelled happily, immediately jumping into the arms of one of your best friends.

“i’m glad you made it, (y/n), i missed your ass,” he kissed your cheek, “so who’s the victim tonight?”

“bo’s friend if he’s into that. i’m supposed to be meeting him here.”

“ohhh, the nerdy one, right?”

you nodded while taking a sip of your drink. you already felt more relaxed from the environment of the party. plus, a faint scent of weed filled your nose. it was probably from suna.

“kuroo-san!!” bokuto called out. wait. did you hear him correctly?

“bokuto-san!!” oh, no.

“(y/n), come here! this is my friend from high school! the math one-”

you and kuroo stared at each other, his face expressionless, yours morphing into disbelief. everything bokuto said drowned in the background noise of the party. and suddenly, you connected the dots. oh shit.

“y-you!” you pointed at him, unable to form a full sentence.

“me?”

“yeah, you!”

bokuto paused and watched the scene happening in front of him, “you two know each other?”

“he’s my lab partner, you dumbass!” you yelled while bokuto’s hair spiked up in nervousness. he decided to slowly back away and find hinata before something happened to him.

you poured more henny into your red solo cup and prepared another drink for kuroo. yeah, he was an ass, but you might as well give him a chance to loosen up. maybe get an apology. you held out the cup to him and he muttered a small thank you.

“so,” he started, “our project is due in a few days.”

you sat down next to him while mindlessly playing with the ends of your skirt, “yeah, i guess.” you two sat in awkward silence for another minute.  

“look, asshole-”

“i was just about the apologize, but then you decided to bitch again-”

“you didn’t talk and i want to leave this situation immediately so i can go hook up with-”

“with semi? with atsumu? is that the reason you came?”

“you’ve been on my goddamn nerves lately, i think i’m allowed to sleep with whoever i want so that i can relieve some-”

you were cut off by a pair of soft lips on yours. maybe it was the alcohol, but it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling. the taste of liquor and something sweet on his mouth was intoxicating and you wanted more of it. but you hated him. he was your asshole lab partner after all. but he was also an excellent kisser. kuroo pulled away quickly, but before he can say anything, you spoke.

“what the fuck was that, kuroo?”

“i don’t know, but do you want to do it again?”

“...yes.”

and so you both got up, drunkenly stumbling to a random room. you were immediately pushed onto a bed, kuroo sucking on the spot below your ear as he pinned your body down to the bed.

“you know, i fucking hate the smell of vanilla, but because of you, it’s become one of my favorite scents,” you blushed at the comment as he pulled down your underwear beneath your skirt, “lace, huh? were you planning to get laid?”

“you’ve been stressing me out, what do you fucking think?” you responded with an attitude.

he began rubbing your clit in small circles and you let out a small sigh of relief, “so, you’re a fucking brat, huh? is this how it’s going to go?”

“well, you’re a fucking asshole, so i don’t know how else you expected this to happen.” he pressed harder and quickened his pace as you mewled under him. he found the sweet spot on your neck and began to suck harshly. you felt two fingers enter you slowly while thumb continued the assault on your clit.

“f-faster, tetsuro,” you cried out as he sucked more hickies onto your neck. he curled his fingers and assaulted your g-spot harshly while you clenched on his fingers.

“you’re already close, i can tell,” and then he halted his movements, “but i don’t think you deserve to cum yet.” you whined.

and with that, he entered his fingers into your sensitive cunt once again, kissing his way down your body until he reached your clit which he greedily sucked. you let out small whimpers and moans and you swore you felt him smirk. then a sudden feeling of emptiness.

“fuck you!” you pushed kuroo off of you, getting on top and straddling his lap, “i’ll make myself cum.”

your lips met in a heated kiss and he groaned as you grinded on his clothed crotch, “you’re a fucking brat.”

“i don’t care. shut the fuck up and let me sit on your face.”

he brought your pussy up to his head and gripped your thighs ensuring that you would stay in place while you lifted up your skirt. you felt kitten licks on your clit which only made you go lower until you were able to feel more of his tongue. he licked a strip from your pussy back up to your nub, sucking it harshly. you let out another moan, gripping his hair which only egged him on. the wet muscle found its way into your pussy and fucked you deliciously.

“fuck, tetsu, i’m coming-”

with the sounds you made, your skirt, your tits, and the feeling of your pussy on his mouth, kuroo thought he was going to cream his pants. you shamelessly grinded on his face until the knot in your stomach became tighter and tighter until it eventually broke.

you removed yourself from his face and appreciated the image of your juices on his face, his thick lashes, and sharp cheekbones, until you snapped out of it and went to work on discarding his pants. slipping off his underwear, his cock sprang free. pre cum spilled from the pink tip. sucking a hickey on his inner thigh, you took his cock into your hand, slowly moving it up and down to agitate him as he thrusted into your fist. taking the tip in your mouth, you sucked gently until his hands found themselves tangling into your hair and pushed your head down until he hit the back of your throat.

“you look so good with your mouth stuffed full of my cock,” you sucked in your cheeks and he let out another groan, “who knew this was the way to get you to shut the fuck up.”

you could only moan at his response, sending vibrations down his dick. your head bobbed up and down until you pulled him out of your mouth. you smirked, drool and pre cum dripping down your chin, knowing you gave him a taste of his own medicine.

bringing up your lips to his ear, you spoke, “how does it feel now?”

he replied by pushing down onto the bed and pinning down your wrists. you could feel his tip rubbing your clit, “i was planning to cum in your pussy anyways, slut.”

you felt yourself get wetter at the sound of his voice until he swiftly pushed himself, instantly bottoming out. the stretch stung, but the mix of pleasure and pain had you wanting more. your skirt cinched around your waist, the sight making him even harder.

“fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he gave you another kiss before he pulled out all the way and snapped his hips back into you.

his mouth made it way onto your hardened nipple, swirling the bud with his tongue as he set a fast pace for his thrusts. you were vocal, whining every time he buried his cock inside of you. wanting you closer, kuroo harshly grabbed your ass and pulled your body into a new position that hit deeper into you.

“you’re a fucking slut, you know that?” his pace quickened. you were a babbling mess, your breasts bouncing and the knot in your stomach tightening. the sound of your moans and skin slapping against skin filled the room as you came closer to your high. his hand squeezed the sides of you neck firmly. the only thing you were able to feel was him.

“you think atsumu can fuck you like this?”

you were unable to respond coherently as he pounded harder into you, your legs wrapping his waist as you came again. he kept going.

“how about i make you cum again, brat?”

“i-i don’t think i can,” you whimpered.

“sure, you can,” he gripped your hips tighter, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. you felt completely spent, but he refused to quit. he brought his hand down to your clit, rubbing it harshly in fast circles and you felt your second high coming.

“f-fuck (y/n).” he let out a final groan as your pussy milked his cock while you saw stars.

kuroo laid on the bed while you two distanced yourselves. you didn’t know what to say, so you scanned your surroundings.

“shit.” you muttered. “what?”

“this is atsumu’s room.”

you both looked at each other for a few seconds before he let out a hyena laugh. you giggled along with him.

“how do you know?”

“i’ve been in here before. just didn’t quite register where we were. we could have fucked in a closet and i wouldn’t notice.” you answered in a light tone.

“so, you’ve been in atsumu’s room before?”

“i mean, yeah. to hang out and stuff,” you turned to him, “why do you care so much?”

“well i thought that reason was obvious considering we just had sex,” he grumbled, “now we’re three feet apart and everything feels awkward.”

“i mean i couldn’t tell if it was just sexual tension from hate or if you actually liked me. it’s kind of hard to tell considering other.. events?”

“well, i like you. i thought you were pretty ever since the first day i met you. i just didn’t know how to tell you so i insulted your perfume and gave you some highlighters,” he rubbed the back of neck, “sorry.” he added quietly.

“sorry,” he looked at you in shock, “for, uh, calling you an asshole, i guess.” you mumbled looking back at him.

“i’m also sorry for calling you a slut. i might have been a bit jealous when i saw you with atsumu. and semi that one night.” he awkwardly laughed and looked the opposite direction.

so he wasn’t good with his words. you scooted your body closer to him and wrapped your arms around him as you got into position to straddle his lap. your head rested on the crook of his neck and his breath hitched.

“don’t worry. you don’t have to say anything.” you kissed the spot below his ear and beamed at him when you pulled away. he swore his heart skipped a beat.

“why are you blushing?” you asked, smirking up at him.

“it’s the ethanol,” he said quickly attempting to hide his face by looking away, “you know how alcohol makes your face turn red and stuff.”

“is the alcohol also the only reason we just fucked?”

“n-no!”

“then do you want to go another round?” you asked innocently, grinding on him once again.

“ye-”

“(y/n)? what the fuck did you and rooster head do in my bed?”

[girls-scenarios]

Be My Baby

Idol: Solji (EXID)

Prompt: May I get a Solji sugarmommy!Au where she sees y/n working some part-time job to help pay for college and has to have her?

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I love sugar mommy aus. Also I just wrote the worst ten page essay of my life of lesbians in ancient Rome so it’s lit and I wanna die. Only two exams, a group project, and two essays left. Also I’m sorry if the time tense switches randomly? I’m really tired and for some reason my brain said to write this one in current tense so I’m doing it. Anyway I’m sorry for the lack of posts lately and I hope you all enjoy.

♡ Tip Jar♡

Solji wasn’t expecting to meet the love of her life in a coffee shop. In fact, the coffee shop isn’t even somewhere she usually visits. Typically, Solji got someone else to get her coffee for her or just made it at home with her high-end coffee machines. But today she was exhausted and her grocery order with coffee wasn’t coming until later, so she had no choice: she’d have to grab herself some coffee on the way to the office.

The place wasn’t bad, per-se, but as soon as Solji drives into the parking lot, her Tesla stands out against the other cars in the parking lot and she wonders if she’s made the right choice. Still, that caffeine addiction nags at the back of her head and she knows she has annoying meetings to look forward to later that day, so she sighs and climbs out of the car, flipping her hair over the shoulder as she locks it and heads inside.

The inside of the café is packed, busy with college students and business men and women in pressed suits with bags under their eyes, just as desperate to get their caffeine fix as she is. Because of the amount of people, the air is muggy and Solji grimaces, feeling stuffy as she pulls up her sunglasses to look around the place, nose wrinkling as she steps into line. With the amount of people in front of her, she’s sure she’s going to be late.

Except the line moves quickly. She’s surprised when, only a few moments later, she’s at the front of the line. So surprised, in fact, that she doesn’t react until a voice (too chipper for this early in the morning) cuts through her sleepy brain.

“Good morning, what can I get started for you?”

She blinks, looks up at the voice, and almost chokes on her own order. How could a barista be so attractive? “Uh, a large americano with room please.” You're wearing the drab and honestly tacky shop uniform and you look a little tired but you’re smiling all the same and Solji can’t take her eyes off of you.

“Of course! Will that be all?” For a lack of any other words, she just nods her head, and you tell her the total in that too chipper but wonderful voice of yours, and as she pulls her card out from inside her wallet, she wonders if this is what love feels like.

Later, at the office, she stares out her large office windows overlooking the city, your voice ringing in her ears. Her assistant clears her throat from behind her.

“Uh, ma’am? Your clients are here to see you.”

“Sejeong, I want the barista at that coffee shop down the street. The one with the garage door sides.”

“Um. Cool?” Sejeong sounds a little lost, and Solji sighs, turning around in her chair and drinking the last of her coffee.

“Tell them I’ll be right there.”

-

A few days later, Solji finds herself back in the coffee shop, your voice still echoing in her head. It’s later this time, so the shop isn’t anywhere near as crowded as it was the first time she was there. In fact, she can even look around and hear the music playing over the speakers this time. But she only looked around for a moment, because what she really wants to see is you standing behind the counter. You still look a bit tired as you count what she assumes is money behind the counter, and she watches you for a moment until you finish before she walks up to the counter.

“Hello, what can I get started for you?” Your voice is just as chipper as it was days before, and she finds herself smiling.

“I’ll have a large latte today.” Her eyes move down to the name tag on your shirt. “(Y/N). That’s a pretty name.”

A flush colors your cheek as you write her order on a cup and type it into the system. “Oh, thank you! Speaking of names, can I have a name for your order?”

“Solji. Heo Solji.” She thinks she sees a flicker of recognition in your eyes, but you just nod your head, smile still in place.

“Can I get anything else for you today, Solji?” She glances over at the pastries in the display cabinet. Any excuse to see you for longer worked, right?

“I think I’ll actually have one of those chocolate chip muffins.”

“Great choice, they’re really yummy!”

“If you say so, I believe you,” she says, smiling at the way your cheeks color just a bit darker at her words as you tell her the total. Soon, she’s sat at a corner table, sipping her latte and pretending not to watch you over the screen of her laptop. You laugh at something your coworker says and she feels something stir inside her, and she knows she’s screwed.

“How to ask out a barista? How should I know?” Hani looks up at her with her eyebrows furrowed. “Since when are you into baristas? I thought you were more of a ‘marry for money’ type of girl.”

“How terrible do you think I am?” Solji says, rolling her eyes as she picks up her wine glass and turns her attention away from the television to look at her friend. “Seriously, this barista is special. I want them, and I want to spoil them. I want to buy them everything they want.”

“It’s that bad, huh?” Hani takes a sip of her wine and shrugs. “Why are you asking me anyway?”

“You’re good with people, aren’t you? You’re always dating someone.”

“You calling me a hoe?”

“Absolutely not, I’m just saying that you have experience in this kind of thing,” Solji says, and Hani laughs and shakes her head.

“Had you not decided to give yourself to the company, you might have experience too.”

“I’m quite happy with my status and I regret nothing,” Solji retorts, kicking out at Hani as if they’re not both grown women. Again, Hani just laughs.

“Whatever you say, boss lady. Listen, I don’t really know much about baristas, but I can say that nobody can resist some good flirting. What have you done so far?”

“Well, I told them I liked their name and said I’d trust anything they recommended.”

“That’s all?”

“I’ve only been in there twice, Hani.”

The younger girl sighs. “Ah, Solji. You’re so cute. Still, next time you go in, I want you to lay it on hard. Get their number at least.”

“And how do I do that?”

“Just ask, honey. Say it sweet enough and people will give right in.”

“The way you say it makes it sound bad.” Solji grins at her own words and Hani glares at her, but there isn’t any malice behind it.

“Hey, just because I like to date doesn’t mean I’m a bad person!”

“I know, I’m just kidding. It’s what you deserve with all the poking you’ve been doing at me about my lack of dating experience.”

“Whatever. Just get their number, then we’ll talk.”

-

Solji doesn’t end up coming back to the cafe until a week later, but when she steps through the doors, she finds that she missed seeing your face. Once again, it’s not very busy, and when you look up from behind the counter, you smile.

“Hello, welcome back! Solji, right?” Your voice is just as chipper as always, and she finds herself smiling too as she walks up to you.

“That’s me. Are you always this good at remembering customers names?”

You laugh, and wow, she loves the sound. “Well, you’re a little different than our other customers.”

“How so?”

“None of our other customers wear designer brands and drive a Tesla, to say the least.”

“So you remember me just because of my money?” She’s joking, with a smile on her lips, but her words make you panic a bit, and it’s amusing to watch you search for the words, stuttering a bit.

“N-no! I mean, that’s the first thing I noticed about you but that’s not all I remember you for,” you say, and she cocks an eyebrow, making you clear your throat. “Um, you’re unique. You have a nice smile.”

“Well, thank you, (Y/N).”

“You remembered my name?” You look shocked for a second, before you remember your name tag. “Oh, it’s right here.”

“No, I remembered it. I make it a habit to remember the names of people I like.” As she says it, your cheeks flush pink again, and she revels in it.

“O-oh, thank you. Um, what can I get you today?”

She hums slightly, looking down at the special drink list on the counter. “Why don’t you recommend me something today?”

“How about a London Fog? You seem like the type of person who would like it.”

“What is it?”

“It’s Earl Grey tea with steamed milk and a little bit of vanilla. It’s really good.”

She smiles and digs into her purse to take out her wallet. “If you recommend it for me, then I’ll trust you.” A smile blooms on your face, and it does things to her heart.

“Will that be all?”

“I’d like one more thing, actually. Can I get your phone number?” She’s a little nervous as she says the words (she’s not used to feeling nervous, so it feels weird) but your face blushes a deep red and you make a little squeak noise before clearing your throat and nodding your head. How could you be so cute?

“Uh, oh, sure? I’m-I’m sorry, you caught me off guard there,” you say, laughing shyly and rubbing at the back of your neck.

“Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?”

“No! No, um, I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.” You bite your lip, and her eyes linger there a little bit too long before darting back up to meet yours. “W-will that be all?”

“Yes.”

The cup you hand her has a number written on the side, and your hand shakes a bit as you give it to her, but there’s a smile on your face and she winks at you, wishing you a good day as she exits, feeling happy. Even the wolf-whistle she hears your coworker give you as she leaves can’t dim her spirits.

-Hello (Y/N), this is Solji. Thanks for giving me your number!

-Hello! Woah, I can’t believe this is happening!

-Why? I said I wanted your number, right?

-Sure, but aren’t you, like, super busy with your business?

So you knew. She smiles as she types an answer back at her desk.

-Not too busy to talk to you. I like talking to you. I was thinking about going to the shopping district tomorrow, are you down?

-Oh wow- But yes! I’d love to come!

-

It turns out you’re just as cute outside of work in normal clothes, and Solji is sure that this is what falling in love feels like. It’s not necessarily a date, neither of you called it that, but Solji can’t help but feel happy about spending time with you. You insist that she doesn’t have to buy you anything, but she makes sure to treat you to food and a drink, and before she even knows it, it’s time to go.

“I had a good time,” you tell her, eyes sparkling under the streetlights, and Solji is really glad she invited you out.

“I’m glad. Will you let me drive you home?”

As she drives, she learns that you’re a college student and that you’re using the money you make from the cafe to help pay for school.

“Honestly, it’s not enough, but it’s better than nothing,” you say with a slight laugh, and Solji wonders if the stress from student loans and bills is the reason you have dark circles under your eyes.

“Do you like your job?” She asks, and you shrug.

“It’s better than retail, I can tell you that right now. It also pays better than other places I’ve been, and my manager always works with my school schedule, so I can’t complain. Sometimes they even let me do my homework there if it’s slow.”

“Would you quit if you could?”

“I’m not sure.... I would definitely cut down on the hours, that’s for sure.”

“I could help you with that,” she says, like it’s nothing, and your eyes widen as you turn to look at her.

“You don’t have to! I didn’t mean to bring up money like I wanted it or anything!”

With a laugh, she waves away your worries and gives you a smile. “Don’t worry, I’m not offering because you brought up the subject. I seriously wouldn’t mind helping you with your tuition and everything. If you wanted, I could even pay your bills. Trust me, it would be no problem.”

Your mouth drops open a little bit. “A-am I dreaming?”

“Nope! I’m very real and alive.”

“I-I have to think about it,” you say, and and she nods.

“That’s okay. Just let me know your answer, okay?”

She pulls into the parking lot of your apartment complex and, as you reach for the door, you swallow and look back at her. “I really did have fun today. I-I’d like to see you again, if that’s okay.”

“Of course that’s okay. I was about to tell you the same thing.”

A smile spreads across your face and you open the door. “Thank you for the date, Solji. Have a good night.” A date. It was totally a date. That fact makes a silly smile bloom across her face as she wishes you a good night in return. And as she watches you walk back into the complex, she presses a hand to her chest and lets out a little (uncharacteristic but necessary) squeal. She really, really likes you.

-

The dates continue, and Solji gets to kiss those smiling lips of yours that drove her so crazy before. It’s right after you get off of work, so you taste of coffee and muffins, and she loves it. That night, the two of you sit on her couch in front of the TV, snacking on the takeout she ordered, and you turn to look at her.

“Hey, Solji? Are we dating?”

“I certainly hope so. Otherwise the kissing we did earlier is going to be awkward,” she says, and you let out a little giggle, a flush covering your cheeks.

“Okay, I’m just making sure.” You bite your lip, like you’re searching for the words to say, so Solji stays quiet. “About your offer.”

“Yes?”

“Um, if it’s okay. I would really appreciate the help,” you say, and immediately cover your face. “Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m saying this.”

With a laugh, Solji reaches over to pull your hands away so that she can hold them in her own. “Hey, I’m the one who offered, wasn’t I? I’m happy you said yes. I want to take care of you, (Y/N).” Your cheeks are colored, but you’re smiling.

“I totally just got myself a sugar mommy, didn’t I?”

“You totally did. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“I never thought I’d say this, but since it’s you, yes.” You let out another shy laugh. “I really like you, Solji.” You look beautiful sitting there on her couch, still in your uniform pants but your hair mussed from the kissing earlier and your uniform shirt traded for one of her comfortable t-shirts. You’re irresistible, and Solji pulls you closer to place her lips on yours again, takeout forgotten on the coffee table.

“Well, that’s good, because I really like you too.” The two of you kiss softly for a moment until she pulls away slightly, looking into your eyes. “Spend the night with me.” That smile she loves so much is back, and you lean in first this time to capture her lips again. She’s totally not going to work tomorrow.

“I was hoping you’d ask.”

[wipstoriesandart]

W.I.P. Chapter 10

Sorry it took so long, I have a few other chapters already wrote out just have to find time to type it out. ____________________ Mady Made her way back to her apartment. Her purse had not been large enough to carry the Bed boxes, clothing, and toys. So the Shelter had provided her with a toat. “Madam, i assure you such extravagance were unessasarry,” Alpha sighed from her shoulder looking upon the bags once more.

“I know they were not necessary, but i thought this stuff might help make my home more like your home to,” She smiled. “I’m sure i could have acquired the needed items for the pups and i,” He looked at the new plastic carrier in her arms ware Stretch and Button slept. “I’m more than sure you could have, but i wanted to help. After all you’ve done so much for the boys already when keeping them safe on the streets I don't see any harm in me getting you all some basics,” She shrugged feeling everything she got was justifiable. “Ordering a Large cat house styled activity center, dishware, signing Alpha up for a Bitty Book club, and a full on wardrobe for all three of us, despite your sewing abilities, that all counts as basics?” Stretch asked from his “sleeping” spot without opening his eyes. “Ok so i lavished a bit. But if it ends up no one likes the bitty tree i'm sure we can find someone to buy it. Plus i need to practice making cloths again and from the ones i bought i can get some patterns, plus you three will need something to wear in the meantime.” “Just try not to spend what you can’t afford to get. I do not want you wasting Money you worked so hard to get,” Alpha sounded as if he were disappointed. “I spent it on you three, yout three needed these things. So it wasn't a waist. Though i'm surprised Button didn't get meany toys.” She looked down at the sleeping Bitty child. “He was far more happy to have been able to visit others like us, and thrilled over the cloths. Plus he already has a plethora at home,” Alpha stated. “True, I still thought he would want more than just a teddy bear his size.” She gave a partial frown as she entered her apartment building. Snow gave a happy wave as Maddy approached her. “Miss. Drake do you need anything?” She held her smile as she gave a nod in greeting to Alpha, who returned the nod like bow. “Sort of. I ordered a Bitty activity center. It was to big for me to carry so it will be delivered here. I still have a few errands to run but was wondering if i left my key with you if you wouldn't mind letting them up the elevator?” Snow’s ears perked up, “Oh! Of course!” she smiled. “Thanks snow, i'm going to drop this stuff off up stairs then i will bring you the keys.” Maddy placed the items she had gotten, at least in the areas they were meant for the clothing and bed boxes in the bitty room, along with the books she got for alpha and extra bedding she purchased She placed a few extra teddy's she got Button on his bed, she managed to sneak them into the basket while he was playing with a foot tall Papy Mini-marrow. With the extra items free from her purse the carrier case fit snugly inside she opened the top so if button or Stretch wished they could come out should they wake or chose to look out.  She took a small dolly cart she had purchased to help mostly with laundry or for helping to bring up items to much for herself to carry. She dropped off the key with Snow and looked upon the list as she walked. Everything alpha had put for supplies he or the other two would need had been brought along with far more than he asked. Only thing left was food shopping. Upon reaching the grocery store she left her empty baggies and dolly cart with the cashier as she always did on their very rare days she would go shopping. She set her purse holding the carrier into the shopping cart seat ment for children, making sure it was safe  and unlikely to fall over. Button was still curled up asleep beside Stretch. Maddy placed Alpha in beside them as she looked over the list. “There are a lot of fruit and Veggies on this list…. I thought you ate raw meat?” Maddy questioned heading to the fresh produce area. “Yes i do need raw meat, i still enjoy a salad and fresh fruit. But given what i seen of your old diet. I made a weekly meal plan that should be easily enough to fallow. And given your work schedule I plan on making them. And i refuse to feed my pack junk.” He seemed very adamant about on the subject. “Alright… though i hope your weekly meal plan accounts for Bi-weekly pizza night alternating taco pizza and sausage-mushroom,” she started picking up different veggies and fruits all that were on the list, even a large 10 lbs of potatoes… though she hadn't bought them in a long time she did know somewhat of how to tell if food was ripe or not. Alpha gave a single nod in approval, “yes i can accommodate for that. Two pizza’s a month should be pred out enough not to be come to unhealthy.” “Your really going to take turns Mamma?” Button sat up rubbing his eyes. “Of course. I told you we can get it once in a while, So now we each can have the pizza we like once a month,” she spoke as she examined the green peppers. Maddy caught sight of a woman staring her and her cart down. With a Glaring stare Maddy slowly pushed her cart further down the aisle. She didn't know that woman and didn't like how she was staring. Maddy was nearing the end of the fresh produce section, but let out a groan as it seemed the woman didn't get the hint and was now walking toward them. She scooped up alpha and set him in the carrier with Button and Stretch. “Mother what's wrong?” Button asked hugging Alpha. But before Maddy could answer the woman was there. “Do you have a Bitty in there?” She gave a smile that reminded Maddy of the plastic debutantes on beauty pageants. “Three. Is there something i can help you with?” Maddy had a expression of less than pleasantry. She was not in the mood to deal with people. She didn't take her eyes off the woman as she closed the carrier hatch roof blocking the three from the woman's sight. The Woman smiled, “Well my sweet little Yanny is an only bitty,” Her pristeen makeup and flawlessly done hair only added to Maddy’s irritation, and the overly perfumed area was not helping ether. “Well good for them,” Maddy attempted to walk away but the woman put a hand upon the shopping cart holding it in place. “He is such a sweetheart,” She smiled at Maddy beaming as if waiting for Maddy to respond to a unasked question. After a moment of Maddy’s eye twitching and the idiot woman just smiling at her Maddy asked, “Lady, What Exactly do you want?” her patients were wearing very thin. “What do you mean?” she looked agasped and confused as if maddy asked if she ate babies. “I mean nothing of my demeanor should have read “Please-come-over-i-care-to-waste-my-time-talking-to-an-idiot” I try to walk away you grab ahold of my cart. Look i work double shifts down at the hospital, my free days are few and far between. I don't like wasting my free time babbling and chucking like a chicken. I have shopping to get done so unless you have something useful or actually worth my time. Let. Go. of My Cart. So i may finish shopping.” The woman let go of Her cart to place her hand over her chest in a gasp, someone snorted though who went unseen as maddy took the opportunity to walk off, letting out a mutter of idiotic Morning people. “Mamma.. That wasn't nice…” Button muttered. “True, But she had a point. That lady was a stranger and had no right to hold onto the cart and try to keep her there like that.” Maddy smiled, “Nice to know i have your approval in that Stretch.” Finishing the list quickly, grabbing a few Microwave meals to take with her to work. In the check out, Maddy seen the Woman checking out. She stuck her nose up in the air with a hurummf, before paying and leaving. Thankfully the walk back was uneventful, though Alpha Insisted upon sitting on her Shoulder for a better vantage point again. “Ugh, I’m getting a headache , You boys mind if we stop at a coffee shop on the way home?” “What is so great about a coffee shop?” Stretch asked. “Well they have different coffees, and types of drinks, even Muffins and some baked goods. The one i like even has ice cream for milk shakes, sandwiches and soups,” Maddy explained. Alpha was silent on the matter. “I want some ice cream!” Button called. “I’m sure Alpha had dinner planned so i don't think we can stay long, but i don't think a cup of coffee and a bit of ice cream would take to long.” She was thankful she didn't splurge on the freezer goods as she walked up to the orders here counter. “I’ll have a Grasshopper Mochachino, and a trial size cup of ice cream with three small spoons of… What flavor do you boys want to try?” “I-i’ve never been aloud ice cream…” Button looked nervous… “Me ether,” stretch shrugged. Maddy didn't notice the man looking very confused as she talked into her purse, “well then why not try vanilla this time? Then if you boys like it we can try another flavor next time?” “OK!” button exclaimed vibrating happily. “One try me sized vanilla,” Maddy smiled to the Barista who seemed rather spooked but quickly got the small cup. Maddy paid for the drink and took a seat. She opened the carrier and helped Button out smiling as Stretch also climbed onto her hand. “Madam… are such sweets necessary?” Alpha asked teleporting beside the two. “Maybe not necessary. But the boys did behave well at the shelter. Plus it does have a lot of calcium in it. So not only is it a treat but it can help with the order Doc gave,” She smiled. He sighed in defeat, “Very well Madam.” Maddy watched smiling as Button took one of the spoons and a small poke of a dot of the ice cream and licked, his eye pupil turning into a heart shape. “It's cold!” he explained. “It is. It's a frozen sweet cream… though i think they add a few other ingredients,” Stretch was just as cautious at first, but then seemed to enjoy it as he ate, He wasn’t as visually thrilled as button though, as the younger bitty seemed to be getting more on him then in him. Maddy’s drink was brought to her in a to go cup, as she watched the cute sight before leaving. …. It was a mistake. The ice cream was a Massive Mistake. Button not only was covered in ice cream causing Maddy to need to clean the inside of the carrier, but the small bitty was bouncing around wanting to play fight, talk a mile a moment, and poor stretch was groaning from a stomach ache. “Maddy!” Snow greatted happily. “Oh! Snow hi.” She paused though felt she should get the boys home. “They delivered your package, Is everything alright? You look ready to sprint..” “I gave the boys ice cream and it seems the ice cream isn't agreeing with Stretch, and Button is-” “Mamma … i don't feel so well…” the noise that followed caused Maddy to cringe. “-is in need of a bath…” Maddy finished. “Oh my… well here is your key. I won't keep you,” She looked at the carrier pitifully. “Thanks snow. Oh and if you have time later on, I need to get a few recommendations on stores where i can get the boys some magic infused Foods, The doctor at the shelter suggested for the boys diet.” The rabbit Monster’s ears perked right back up, “Oh of course dear! I’d even be willing to take you one of these days.” She smiled handing Maddy her key. “That sounds great, thanks. And i'm sorry to just dart off.” Maddy apologized. “Oh no worries” the rabbit woman assured as Maddy darted to the elevator. As soon as they got into the apartment, alpha turned into his larger size and took the carrier from Maddy, He pulled each of the two out and set them gently on the counter as he started the water. “I will clean the pups up Madam,” Alpha gave a nod as he set to work, Maddy felt guilty and useless but a thought came to mind and she quickly went to the bathroom. Then darted to the Bitty room. Gathering pajamas for each of the two. And Brought them to the kitchen. “Um… Alpha?” her voice was quiet and unsure. He looked over at her confused. “I brought some sleepwear for the boys. And put a hot water bottle under their bedding. I don't fully know if it will help them but i know it helps me when i get an upset stomach.” Alpha looked at the cloths in her hand then to her face and her worried expression he lowered his hand and cupped her face lifting it up to bring their foreheads together. “That is wonderful. Thank you Madam.” He gently nuzzled her before taking the cloths and setting them aside. To keep from going stir crazy, Maddy began putting away the food trying to be as organized as she could. “Mamma,” Button called out for her weakly. “Yes Baby?” Her attention snapped to him. “Can Stretch and i sleep in your bed with you?” Alpha had cleaned and dressed them, but was waiting for her reply. “Of course you can sugar skull. Does stretch want to go thought? I don't want to stress-” “It's fine,” he bit out, almost irritably. “Well alright then, i’ll go get the heating pad i put in your room and bring it to mine.” Maddy was quick to set up their bedding and hot water bottle into her own bed. “Madam, i'm sure you're tired, perhaps you would like to dress for bed as well,” Alpha suggested a pair of Pj’s sitting upon her bed, “I will wake you when it’s time to eat.” “Thank you Alpha,” she took the cloths and changed in the bedroom. She opened the Medicine cabinet to grab pills for later on, only to find… they were gone. Her sleeping pills were missing. “Madam?” Alpha called from outside the door. “Ya just second Alpha… I'm just looking for something,” had she misplaced them? She could have sworn the bottle was near full… strange. “Madam?” ALpha had teleported into the room. “I can’t seem to find a bottle of pills i had, i use them to help me sleep.  I was going to set them on my nightstand for later. But the whole Bottle is gone.” “I am aware of those poisons and their absence,” he gave a single nod. “Oh? Did you move them?” She asked, again a nod from Alpha, “Oh ok, Well ware did you put them?” She felt a bit calmer knowing she hand forgotten ware she placed them. “I destroyed them,” He stood his arms behind his back reminiscent of a military “at ease” pose. Maddy blinked unsure she heard that right, “Y-you destroyed them?” again a nod, “Why? I need those to help with my weird sleep schedule.” “If i recall Madam, you only had a strange sleep schedule due to how much you worked. And only worked so much so you didn't have to come back to an empty Den. I’m sure you are more responsible than to leave your den and pack for as long as you claimed,” He spoke almost Matter of fact, “Besides i am more than confident in my tea and aroma methods, but should they falter…” He closed his eyes with a huff as if the words were painful to say, “i will get you more of that filth.” She paused frowning, “Alpha, as i'm sure you felt yourself justified in your actions. Next time you go to get rid of something of mine, that I do not deem garbage will you please ask me first? Or at least check to make sure if it can be tossed out. I'm willing to make changes and compromises but i do not appreciate a decision like that being made for me without having a say in it.” Alpha stood taking in what she said his eyes having shown ralization upon her getting near to the end of her rant, “My deepest apologies Madam,” He gave a bow, “I had not meant to rob you of your choice. I will try to be more considerate of such things in the future.” he gave another bow. “Thank you,” she walked back into her room and laid down near Button and Stretch. Before to long Button had moved and curled up within the crook of her neck. Alpha watched as the three rested Once he was sure all three were asleep he seat out to search once more. ___________________ Next First Previous

[fictorium]

Supercat canon divergence. Cat Grant barista Au. Please and spanx.

You and @reginalovesemma are in so much trouble. Again.

On AO3 if you prefer. 

Kara has idle daydreams about when she’ll hear from Cat. She envisions personalized stationery all the way from the Orient Express, or a knowing postcard from Paris. In darker hours, those 3am-can’t-sleep-for-missing-her hours, Kara worries the first communication she’ll have from Cat is a scream, or  a stutter in her heartbeat. 

Instead, it’s a messengered note written on a napkin from a Bulletproof Coffee store. Cat couldn’t find the time to open her email, or the money to buy actual writing paper, but she took the time to scribble an address and FedEx the damn thing to Kara’s office at CatCo. So almost exactly the level of drama Kara has been pining for these past few months. It isn’t even signed, relying on Kara to recognise that impatient handwriting with its tight loops and jagged lines.

Since there’s no detail, Kara doesn’t waste time or money on the façade of looking up the nearest airport and booking commercial flights. She looks, just in case, but the number of changes suggest Cat is truly in the middle of nowhere, USA. If there’s a spa resort there, it’s so exclusive that the internet doesn’t contain so much as a whisper of its existence. 

So Kara logs the coordinates and Supergirl makes her first landing in wherever-the-heck, Wisconsin, twenty minutes ahead of the time Cat ordered them to meet. The only witnesses are three disinterested cows and a surprisingly angry goat. Which, it turns out, is because she overshot by some distance. The town itself is mid-sized and not-quite bustling, the main streets occupied by small businesses, serving a population who mostly work for at the big plant on the far side of town. 

She blends right in with her plaid shirt and jeans, nobody gives her a second glance as she makes her way down Main and finds the local branch of Bulletproof. So intent on checking the occupants of the tables, almost all empty mid-afternoon, it takes Kara a full minute of standing in the store before thinking to look behind the counter.

She has never wanted a photographer by her side more. Kara is tempted to fly back to National City, grab James, and have him fill every memory card he owns. It would also be really helpful to have a witness.

Because behind the counter, in polo shirt, apron and honest-to-Rao baseball cap, stands Cat Grant. CEO of CatCo, even in absentia, and apparently now a barista. She’s doing some kind of art on top of a latte, judging by the frown of concentration and the way she’s dragging a toothpick through the foam. Kara is seriously tempted to call her sister and ask if Kryptonians can experience a stroke.

“Vanilla latte?” Cat calls out, with all the authority she’d carried back at the office. A tall man almost leaps out of his seat to come and collect it, leaning in like he thinks he stands a chance.

“You know, this is the best vanilla latte I’ve ever had,” he says, wincing as he takes a sip while it’s still too hot. Pity he doesn’t notice the foam mustache it gives him. “Thank God you showed these guys how to make a cup of joe.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Cat responds with her fakest smile. She turns to Kara with the blankest look of non-recognition. “What can I get you, ma’am?”

“Did… did you just… ma’am me?” Kara sputters. Cat gives her a split-second warning glare. The man is taking his time about retreating back to his table. “Well, uh, with a rave review like that I guess I need to try a vanilla latte.”

“Good choice!” Cat turns back to the chrome of the coffee machine, scoops some ground espresso and starts the process of making Kara’s drink. It’s the Twilight Zone meets Twin Peaks, with a dose of Stranger Things thrown in for good measure. Kara thinks she might explode with the need to ask what the hell is going on. Man in a suit finally gives up on Cat’s attention returning to him, so Cat whispers to Kara while pouring the milk to steam.

“When he leaves, follow him. Get the license plate of any car or truck he gets in. Then bring it back to me, understood?”

“But-” Cat starts the screeching sound of the steamer, drowning out further conversation. She hands Kara the latte in a to-go cup a minute later. Kara fumbles in her purse for some change, eventually slapping a five-dollar bill down on the counter.

“That’s a nice tip,” Cat replies with a wink. All too soon, another customer appears behind Kara, and she’s at a loss for what to do with her - damn, pretty delicious - latte and apparent stalking target.

Thankfully the suit gets up and makes his exit a moment later, with one last lingering glance at Cat. Kara makes a show of checking her phone, following him into the street as though completely unaware anyone else just left. Cat nods in approval, chatting away to the mom with a toddler who’s getting her afternoon caffeine fix.

Sure enough, instead of the Ford or Chrysler parked out on the street that Kara would have bet on, her target walks down the street a little way before ducking into an alley. A moment later a government-issue Suburban comes rolling out into traffic, all the windows blacked out. Kara dips her glasses to confirm with x-ray that the man is in the backseat with another guy in full tactical gear.

Okay. So Cat is definitely onto something weird. Which answers one question out of the thousand or so that Kara has. She heads back to the coffee shop, just in time to hear her own name being yelled by a balding man who’s halfway out of the office marked ‘Manager’.

“Danvers!”

“Yes?” Cat replies. Kara lets the door swing shut behind her, and stares, completely dumbfounded. “And I told you, it’s Catherine.”

“Never mind that, I’m cutting out early. You close up today.”

“Fine,” Cat sighs, coming out from behind the counter and jerking her head to indicate Kara should take a seat. The man disappears back into the office, and Cat drops all pretense of cleaning tables to sit down opposite Kara. “Well?”

“Well?” Kara doesn’t know where to begin. “You tell me, Catherine Danvers. What is going on? What are you even doing here?”

“It was the first name that popped into my head,” Cat explains, with one of her irritated little finger-waves. She checks over her shoulder that no manager has returned. “And as you probably just confirmed for me, I’m on the trail of some high-level government corruption.”

“By making lattes?” Kara scoffs. She takes another mouthful. “Although seriously, how did you get so good at it? This is the best coffee I’ve ever had.”

“I can’t help excelling at every task in front of me. Now focus, Keira.”

“Don’t Keira me, employee of the month!” Kara blurts, catching sight of the plaque on the wall. Cat’s gaze in return is withering, but just a little shamefaced. “I thought you’d write me one day to tell me you’d solved world peace. Or were President of France.”

“You need to be French to be President of France-”

“Instead you’re hiding out in some small town? Making coffee and chasing stories that are probably nothing?” Kara realizes she’s getting mean, but this is not the big reunion she hoped for. “If I did something like this you’d be on the first flight with an inspirational speech to stop me. So… what happened?”

Just as Cat seems ready to spill the, well, beans, the door jingles one more time and Carter walks in. 

“Hey mom… Kara!” He greets her with a hug, as though just last week he was on that exploding train. “You finally came. I’ve been bugging mom for weeks about-”

“Kara doesn’t want to hear that, darling. How was school?”

“You’re in school here?” Kara gasps, and Carter gives her a searching look in return. “I mean, of course you are. School is important. Helps you feel settled.”

“I gotta pee,” Carter announces, because teen boys will be teen boys. He drops his backpack on the empty chair between Cat and Kara.

“Okay,” Kara leans back in her chair, setting the last of her coffee down. “Now I’m just worried.” 

“I shouldn’t have brought you here,” Cat sighs, getting up and retying her apron. “I’m sorry. Go back to National City, Kara. I assume you won’t have trouble with the return… flight.”

“I’m going nowhere.” Kara folds her arms over her chest, knowing her suit is there beneath her shirt. It’s hopefully just as intimidating. “So I’ll take another one of these perfect vanilla lattes, please. And after work I want the whole story.”

“Fine,” Cat sniffs. “You’d better have that license plate.”

[joshuazev]

On boy meets girl: version 1

EXT. - STARBUCKS - AFTERNOON

We are in the dreaded Starbucks.  A screenplay teacher might be mad that I say this, but it really doesn’t matter which Starbucks it is.  Let’s say it’s not in Seattle.  The music is awful.  They are playing one of those CD’s that they used to sell in their shops, but don’t actually sell anymore.  They probably started to sell them on iTunes after forming a relationship with Apple Music.  You know, a Starbucks channel or something of that nature.  It’s been a while since I stepped foot in one.  The lines are what they always have been.  Too fucking long.  And it’s never been about the coffee, it’s all about the culture.  Gotta get up early and get my Starbucks before work.  Despite being a non-coffee drinker, I’ve always thought it said a lot about Starbucks that there were so many variations of drinks that they offer.  So many things besides coffee.  That’s gotta be a sign that the coffee sucks, right?  It’s like a distraction, right?  Here are all of the cool sounding drinks that will take the attention away from common coffee staples, which we have no interest in promoting because we know it’s so awful.  Triple chocolate macchiato frappe whatever the fuck, buy this overpriced piece of crap because our base ingredient it absolutely trash.  I got a lot of respect for the baristas and people that work there though.  I do.  Like 90 percent of the time, I do.  The fact that you gotta know how to make all of those things is bad enough.  Then because you’re a part of the Starbucks culture you got to deal with the stereotypically annoying clients that ask for every variation under the sun.  Hold this.  Half of that.  Soy instead of regular.  Two bags of sugar.  Sheesh.  Good luck not blowing a gasket.  I’m gonna give the baristas 90 percent of the benefit of the doubt with that one.  The other ten percent they don’t get and the reason why is there is a longstanding bad reputation for not only not being able to write any name correctly, but completely butchering it with letters that don’t have any business being written out to those sounds.  Jasmine isn’t Jazmin or Jasmin or Jasmyn…it’s something completely preposterous like Jossmin or Gazmine.  For time’s sake, I guess I get it.  A lot of people, a lot of drinks, a lot of lines.  I always wonder who made that rule up.  Just write a bunch of letters to the first sound you hear.  It’s good enough.  I wonder what would happen if Starbucks baristas had as much pressure on them to get the name right as those faculty members at high school and college graduations.  I wonder if it would make a difference.  I also wonder if cafe’s always had the reputation for being half coffeeshop and half study place because nowadays it seems like getting a coffee and bringing your computer to work on stuff goes hand in hand.  That’s starbucks for you though.  Trendy drinks at arms length, faces lit by the computer screen.  Tuned out faces and the occasional yell of a name like “Wallahi” which is their version of William.

Boy:  Hey, have you been in line a long time?

Girl:  Forever and a day.  It seems like that’s usually the case on Mondays.  

Boy:  Why what happens on Mondays?

Girl:  Every regular seems to forget what they usually order.  It’s pathetic.

Boy:  Are you a regular?

Girl:  Yeah, but I have a tattoo of my favorite drink, so I don’t forget.

Boy:  You serious?

Girl:  No, I’m just fucking with you.  

Boy:  I was gonna say…

Girl:  What were you gonna say?

Boy:  That you’re very pretty, but you’re fucking crazy.

Girl:  Ouch.  Well lucky for you I’m just a little crazy.  I don’t get much here.  Just some coffee because it’s right by my work.  

Boy:  Must be annoying to have all these people taking so long to order when you just want to get some regular drip.

Girl:  Very.  

Boy:  Why don’t they make like an express line for people like you.  

Girl:  Or specifically for me!  

Boy:  Yeah, or that.

Girl:  Because that would be too difficult.  They already reeled us in a long time before they got us with the Pumpkin Spice craze.

Boy:  Gross.

Girl:  I’m offended…just kidding.  It is gross.  

Boy:  Why don’t you just go to a different cafe?  Like maybe it’s a little less convenient, but it’s cooler people and better quality.

Girl:  Well if you know something I don’t, I’m all ears.

Boy:  I don’t, but if I hear of something I’ll tell the world to get back to you.

Girl:  You don’t believe in asking for a number?  

Boy:  Not when I could ask for your IG or Snapchat instead.

Girl:  That’s right.  Asking for a number is like asking to borrow for sugar nowadays.

Boy:  I’d rather see how the rest of this conversation goes before I ask you for your math.

Girl:  My math?

Boy:  You know, I’ll be honest, someone told me that that’s what people say out here, and you’re the second person out here who has looked at me like I’m crazy.

Girl:  My math?  Really?

Boy:  Yeah, like your number.

Girl:  I know what you mean, but who is this person that told you to say that?  You didn’t filter out the bullshit from that suggestion?

Boy:  It’s hard to know what people find to be bullshit anymore.

Girl:  Good point.

Boy:  It’s been pretty good so far.  

Girl:  What…oh you mean this convo?

Boy:  I mean, I have my judgments about people that go to Starbucks, but all things considered you ain’t so bad.

Girl:  What’s your biggest judgment about people that go to Starbucks?

Boy:  That they unknowingly disrespect my livelihood.

Girl looks around the person in front of her to see what the holdup is.

Girl:  That’s quite a judgment.

Boy:  You must not be a basketball fan.

Girl:  I never said that.

Boy:  Well then this might be a test.

Girl:  I graduated last year.  I thought tests were over.

Boy:  Tests are never over.

Girl:  Sheesh.  OK…well let’s see.  Basketball and Starbucks.

Boy:  Warm.

Girl:  Sounds like Starbucks had something to do with your state of being a fan of basketball.

Boy:  Warmer

Girl:  Sponsorship?

Boy:  Colder

Girl:  They serve Starbucks at the games of your favorite team?

Boy:  Colder.

Girl:  Favorite player is a Starbucks spokesperson.

Boy:  Winter.

Girl:  Howard Shultz was the former owner of your basketball team, the Seattle Supersonics, and was also the former CEO of Starbucks and he sold your team to a bunch of evil tycoons out of Oklahoma City, who acted like they wanted to keep the team in Seattle, but really wanted to move them to Oklahoma City, thus leaving you without a team and embittered as long as you don’t have one.

Boy:…

Girl:  That’s got to be what…like Death Valley?  I’m on fire!

Boy:  That was impressive.  

Girl:  You should see me play.

Boy:  I think I’m ready to ask you for that number now.

Girl:  Ah, but did you ever think that moment might have passed?

Boy:  Looks like I got too cocky.

Girl:  I’m curious to see your next move.  

Boy:  I’m in a Starbucks.  I’m just trying to figure out how to get started.  Assuming I ever make it to the front to begin with.

Girl look around the person in front of her to see what the holdup is.

Girl:  Uh, hello?  Is everything OK up there?  

The barista looks to the girl pleadingly and then to the customer in front of her, who looks ticked off and impatient.

Customer:  Again.  That was a Venti iced coffee, 10 pumps vanilla, 10 pumps hazelnut, 5 pumps skinny mocha, and a splash of almond milk…PLEASE.

Girl:  Still waiting on those small cafes with the nice people suggestions…

Boy:  You can’t get it before you get on the train?  It’s gotta be right around work?

Girl:  That’s what I’m used to.

Boy:  Well, where do you stay?

Girl:  That’s a development for our next lucky conversation…

Boy:  I’m just saying there are plenty around where I live.  “Monkey Cup”, “Hamilton Latte”, and “Gin Seashell Verandah.”  

Girl:  “Monkey Cup”…is that on Amsterdam?

Boy:  Yup.

Girl:  Ah.  

Boy:  Meet you there tomorrow morning before work?

Girl:  Might not have enough time to talk if there’s no line…

Boy:  I’m sure I can figure something out.

Girl:  Ok.  Well tell ya what.  I’m gonna head out because I’m running late now.  I’ll try Monkey Cup this week.  I’ll be there early.  

Boy:  What time?

Girl:  Ah, but that would be too easy.

Boy:  Well, let the games begin.  

Girl:  Who knows, maybe if I like it I’ll change my routine.

Boy:  I’ll be praying for that.

Girl:  You’re funny, Giselle.

Boy:  My name is Kevin.

Girl:  Well now you know my name, too.  See you around Kevin.

*SCENE*